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Welcome back, âMaster Graceyâ || The Haunted Mansion: The Ghost Realm
âItâs been 60 years since my last visit⊠and I must say, itâs been quite a while, âMaster Graceyâ. Your eyes, theyâre such a beautiful sky blue, with fair skin and lovely freckles. And your hair, such a long, soft purple with white streaks. It would look so beautiful in my hatbox. Iâll take good care of it, fufufu~ Sadly, there simply is no time to catch up, for he is coming. And that devil... he is quite unpleasant, I'm afraid so.â
If you would like to participate in this essence, donât be shy! This essence is a part two to the Barriere Hotel packages! Because of this, you can find everything to do with this essence underneath the [hotel] tag, and therefore, please use [hotel] in your ask! Also, while some of the titles use gendered terms like "men", they can be any gender! However, some characters here have established genders, like Leona [who is a girl] while some are masculine/feminine PRESENTING but technically genderless [like Collecting and "Ba'al"] so just keep that in mind ^^ if you're unsure, just ask :]
The Double-Edged Sword || Essence Skins
Essence S-Tier Costume | Collecting Millennium (Based on: The Hatbox Ghost | ???)
Essence A-Tier Costume | âMaster Graceyâ (Based on: Master Gracey | Sophia "Gracey") || Susannah Marina [ @scripts-and-reports ]
Essence A-Tier Costume | The Hitchhiker: Mistaken Criminal (Based on: Gus | ???)
Essence A-Tier Costume | The Hitchhiker: Corrupted Sale (Based on: Phineas Plump | ???)
Essence A-Tier Costume | The Hitchhiker: The Vagabond (Based on: Ezra Beane | ???) || Gabriel [ @ask-the-artist-lily ]
Essence B-Tier Costume | The Head Chef (???)
Essence B-Tier Costume | The Searcher (???)
Essence B-Tier Costume | The 5th Dimension ("Ba'al")
Essence B-Tier Costume | A Sanguine Gaze ("Sanguine")
Essence B-Tier Costume | My Flannel Lover (Diane Winter)
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A Crystallized Future || Shop Skins
Shop S-Tier Skin | Visions of Fog (Based on: Madame Leota | Leona Romans) || Taegan Collins [ not sure what blog to tag tbh so I uhhh. Yeah! ]
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Singing Phantom One (Based on: Rolo Rumkin)
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Singing Phantom Two (Based on: Uncle Theodore)
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Singing Phantom Three (Based on: Cousin Alegron)
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Singing Phantom Four (Based on: Ned Nub)
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Singing Phantom Five (Based on: Phineas Pock)
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Stretching Portrait: The Tightrope Walker (Based on: Sally Slater | Margret "Margie" Misfortune) || Hattie [@ask-the-idv-jazz-singer ]
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Stretching Portrait: The Dynamite Gentleman (Based on: ??? | ??? Hatchaway) || Hugo [ @idv-thespians ]
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Stretching Portrait: The Three Quicksand Men (Based on: ???, ???, and ??? | The ??? Siblings)
Shop A-Tier Skin | The Stretching Portrait: The Black Widow (Based on: ??? | Caitlin Misfortune)
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Light Butterflies || Upgraded Skins from Part One
[ S-Tier | The Overseer: The Ghost Host ]
[ S-Tier | Twilight's Command ]
Investigative Journalism || Short Character/Skin Descriptions
Collecting Millennium | ???
An oddball. Collecting the heads of different spirits and sealing them inside his hatbox, something about them seems... wrong. He doesn't seem to have ever been human... almost like he's pure spiritual energy.
âMaster Graceyâ | Sophia "Gracey"
A descendant of the Gracey family. She ended up on the Barriere Hotel's grounds due to a mysterious letter simply addressed to one "Master Gracey".
The Hitchhiking Ghosts
A pair of three hitchhiking ghosts. It's said they were taken before their time, and aren't ready to depart from the living just yet... and they follow no master.
The Head Chef | ???
A hot-tempered ghoulish chef who follows the orders of the Hatbox Master. They harbor a particular hatred towards the "Host", becoming an explosive ghost at the mere mention.
The Searcher | ???
A lost soul, torn in half by the "Host" and left to permanently wander the ghost realm, sobbing in sorrow. They follow no one, too confused to realize there is a path to be desired.
The 5th Dimension | "Ba'al"
One of the few sentient locals of the 5th Dimension. The title sounds familiar... but you can't put your finger on why?
A Sanguine Gaze | "Sanguine"
A follower of the Hatbox, "Sanguine" is loyal to the master who rescued her from an eternity of blind suffering.
My Flannel Lover | Diane Winter
The dearest friend of Sophia, and a dear friend who recently went missing...
Visions of Fog | Leona Romans
The ancestor of Lucien Aliceson and a medium bridging the ghost realm with our own. She was granted with the power of visions.
The Phantom 5
A quintet of traveling ghost musicians... with powerful, hypnotic ghosts. They are followers of the "Host"... and are quite a tricky gang too.
The Stretching Portrait: The Tightrope Walker | Margret "Margie" Misfortune
A melancholy soul who died in a bad accident, orchestrated by the "Phantom of the Manor"... She is trapped within the depths of the manor and has placed her trust in the Hatbox.
The Stretching Portrait: The Dynamite Gentleman | ??? Hatchaway
A humble, shy gentleman, yet... a bit pathetic, and clumsy. He does not like people, asides from his little sister, his only ally in this cruel world.
The Stretching Portrait: The Three Quicksand Men The ??? Siblings
A trio of three siblings, illegitimate children to the Misfortune Family. They were condemned to the quicksand pit by their father to keep the "pristine" nature of the Misfortune Family... and have been forgotten by nearly all of history. Naturally, they follow the Hatbox, for the "Host" is but a cruel gleam of a life they were robbed of.
The Stretching Portrait: The Black Widow | Caitlin Misfortune
The wife of Mister Misfortune, who murdered her husband after the effective slaughter of the quicksand men. Those boys may not be her true sons... but a mother's fury always has a price to be paid. She sides with no one, only doing what's in the best interest of her boys. All four of them.
The Overseer: The Ghost Host | ???
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Twilight's Command | Twilight Bates
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àŒ*Â·Ë D!CK OFF LIMITS !?
bad â summary. why wonât he let you suck his dÄ«ck?
warnings. explicit content. 18+. foul language. cunningulus. fÄ«ngerÄ«ng. premature ejacĆ«latÄ«on. semi public sÄx. usage of toys. facials. mirror sÄx. dom/sub undertones. preestablished relationships. reader is a fiend for his dick. afab!reader. could be angsty at some point ? fwb to . . . lovers ? 7.4k words (kill me now).
rena's â note. this idea came to me while i was drunk.
you wonder if gojo thinks you have gingivitis.
that thought was unlikely, as he was always eager to shove his tongue down your mouth, tongues sloshing and secreting saliva as his hands roamed between your thighs, knuckles deep into your cunt.
then maybe he assumed you were a biterâ which would be highly hypocritical of him, as heâs known to get on his knees in the nearest bathroom stall and flip your skirt up, push your panties to the side and plunge his canines into the flesh of your ass before tongue fucking you.
well, maybe he simply didnât get off on pleasing youâ yeah you knew it wasnât that one, if the way he thrusted his bulge in the air whenever your thighs wrapped around his head for relief every time he ate you out said anything.
you simply didnât understandâ what man would refuse receiving head after giving the nastiest of it?
your fingers clawed at a snowy pile of hair, back arched as you ground your hips into his mouth. he ate your pussy like a starved man, sloppy and coordinated, as his lips latched onto yours as if heâd die without your taste in his mouth
his tongue swiped up your juices as he lapped at your folds, dragging the top of his wet muscles against your core, nibbling at your puffy clit. gojo was on his knees, moaning like a slut in between your thighs as you used him to chase your orgasm.
ângh, fuckâ right there baby,â you mewled, toes curling as your back hit the cold wall of the bathroom stall. his hands gripped at your ass, caressing and squeezing the mounds to pull you in tighter than youâd already been. your mind felt hazy, so overcome with lust that you were ready to burst your dam down his throat. âoh mâ goddd, so fuckinâ close toruuu!â
âgive it all tâme pretty baby,â his words come out muffled, only pulling away just slightly. his rosy lips are glossed your arousal and his saliva, a consistency so thick it connects a strand of fluid from your bottom lips to his own. his skin is blotched in lust, cerulean eyes dazed in awe. âcum in my mouth princess, needa taste you.â
your orgasm washes over you before you can even register it, a sensation so powerful you cry out as your dam erupts. splurges of your essence shoots from your cunt down to his mouth, and as you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, you notice so does he. his fingernails dig into the flesh of your skin, pinning you down as he humbly welcomes your cum.
âsâgooddd, shit toru!â you feel your bottom lip quivering, limbs twitching from overstimulation as he continues to ravish you. your groin tingles in heat, body weak as it succumbs to the pleasure gojo gives it. you feel weak, a feeling youâre never able to adapt to no matter how much he attempts to prepare you for it. âuhn uhnâ too much, canât take it!â your head shakes from side to side, nails clawing at his scalp as you attempt to push him away.
the pad of his fingers slip from your ass to snake in between your legs, spanking your wet pussy thrice to keep you in check, and your knees crumbles. gojo latches his lips at your clit once more, and you feel the world blackout. âstop thatâ fuckinâ take it baby. i know my good girl can take it.â
he leaves you no choice, eyes trailing upwards to land on your figure, the dip in your back so sinful that you feel as though both your bodies have merged into one. his tongue works so deep into you, it feels as though youâre both puzzle pieces that were made to connect to one another. your thighs are quivering around his head, and you feel your back slipping against the wall. shit.
âmmhm, nooo, âm gonna cum again!â you pout, tears built at your lash line now streaking down your cheeks. itâs all too muchâ the sensation so raw that you look for an escape. you want to push him off, to take a breather and regain your composure. but heâs looking at you with such expectations, eyes shimmering with eagerness as he lifts both your legs onto his shoulder for support.
he manhandles your body like itâs nothingâ like you weigh nothing. your limp body now slides upwards, higher up in the air than youâd been a second ago. gojo rises to his full height and motorboats into your dripping cunt.
you wail out, head throw back against the stall as a desperate mouth gnaws at your folds. youâre sure heâs dripping from his mouth to his chin, a mixture of fluids so prominent that it dribbles down to the marble floor. âhaaah, oh shitâ baby, i canâtâ fuck, yâeat my pussy sooo fuckinâ good!â the praises flow past your tongue so naturally, hands torn between pushing and pulling away from the painful pleasure. ânghhh, iâ âm gonnaâ holy shit!â
your back hits the wall in waves of full body twitches, your cunt clamping down on his tongue as you weakly splurts drops of more cum. fat tears stain your cheeks, blood rushing hotly from head to toe, spraying gojoâs face in your essence.
âatta fuckinâ girl.â he groans into your pussy, almost more drunk on the taste of you than you are. he flicks his tongue up and down, dragging your orgasm as far as he can, completely enthralled by the desperate thrusts of your hips into his face. youâre smearing his face with your fluids, and from the fucked out look on your faceâ eyes crossed and tongue lolled out, he decides this might be the best way to go. âthere we goâ yeah baby, jusâ like that, mhmm.â
the timeline from your coming down to actually coming down to the floor is all blurry, but youâre barely able to stand on your two feet when you feel his hand cup at your chin tightly. his index finger raises your face to stare up at his, all moist from fluids and humidity but you donât think heâs ever looked prettier.
his lips meet yours desperately, lips sloshing over one another as the taste of your cum now sits atop your taste pallets. his free hand snakes around your waist, holding you still as you lazily loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
heâs so good at it allâ the nibbles of his teeth at your bottom lip making your legs go weak, stomach churning in more lust. he smells like a mixture of you and his expensive cologneâ so satoru like, that youâre positive if this keeps going, you may blackout on the cold floor of this bathroom stall in the club.
he kisses you like heâs got something to prove, and eventually your lungs are filled with his provided oxygen, and you truly believe youâre going to pass out. you pull just slightly away, much to his disdain. he whines, tip of your noses just barely an inch away as you pant over his cupidâs bow. âfuck.â
âmmhm, that good?â gojo teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk youâre too familiar with. you donât have it in you to flick his forehead.
instead, you opt with sighing. âthat good.â your hands trail down his nape, nails grazing at the sensitive skin beneath his undercut, scratching and lightly pulling at his locks. he shudders at your touch, leaning forward to rest his sweat forehead against yours.
your touches lower from his shoulders down to his chest, grazing your fingers over his perky buds, teasing his nipples. heâs so touch starved, jaw slackened as he moansâ breath warm as it fans your face. your hands begins to lower down to his hips, seductive touches that has him biting his lips, hips instinctively jerking to meet with your light grazing.
you keep steady eye contact with him as your hands finally land at his raging bulge. the material over his hard-on is damp in his pre cum, and it feels hot beneath your touch. with a slight tilt of your head, âlemme take care of you, toru.â
you can see him battling his own thoughts. his pupils widen in lust, orbs swimming in excitement as you palm his erection more precisely. heâs twitching beneath your cupped hand, humping against your palm as his throat erupts a desperate pant.
you wonder if todayâs the day heâs finally going to let you see his dickâ to let you swallow him whole and please him just as he does with you. you want to get on your knees and take him so far down your throat that tears build and you force gags back down. youâre sure heâs all pretty and pink, a length to match his abnormally tall height and girth ready to stretch your throat muscles.
but as always, just like the night before, he chuckles and shakes his head. heâs refusing you again, hands gripping at your waist to push you away from him.
âyou know i canât do that baby,â he sighs, a small smile appearing on his wet lips. you can tell heâs frustrated with himself, so unsure as the pad of his thumbs rub the bare skin of your waist. you jut your bottom lip in annoyance, although expecting his refusal. âmaybe next time, yeah?â
youâre annoyed as you push him away, pushing your skirt back down so it falls down your ass. and youâre sure he notices too. you donât object when he grabs the toilet paper from the stall to clean the left over mess between your thighsâ though your arms do cross over the flimsy material of your tight top over your chest.
âmhm, sure.â
â â
about a week later, youâre on all fours on his annoyingly large king-sized bed, hands clawing at his sheets as you push your hips back into his fingers. heâs scissoring your cunt open, knuckles-deep in and every precise thrusts has you seeing stars.
âyesyesyes!â you nod your head feverishly, babbles slipping past your tongue and dribbling down the damp sheets beneath you. âoh mâgod, feels sooo fuckinâ good, ngh!â there you sat naked and exposed, getting the life fucked out of you by his fingers alone, a length so impossible that youâre convinced his index and middle finger eventually bump your cervix with how deep he works himself into you.
gojo lands a few kisses at the back of your thighs, kneeled down at the edge of his bed as he twists his fingers into your cunt. heâs enamoured by the sloppiness of your tight pussy gripping at his digits so desperately, a squelching sound so harmonious it has him rubbing his own thighs against one another.
âface down, baby.â gojo commands, his free hand coming up to press at your lower back. you obey his order, pressing your cheek down against his sheets, arms silently thanking the man for the break of supporting your body up. you mewl when you feel him plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your ass, before running a wet tongue over the stinging pain. âthereâs my good girl. heh, such an obedient lilâ thing.â
you lay pressed against his bed as you take his ruthless pounding, the tip of his fingers reaching the gummy spot that has stars dancing at the back of your eyelids. god, he always knew how to make a mess out of youâ your body his temple, a book heâs dead over a million times and has learned to memorize.
âcute lil hole jusâ seems sooo enticing,â you feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your twitching rim, waves of warm air tickling the muscle. it doesnât surprise you when you feel his wet tongue caressing your tight hole with light touches, just pushing slightly past unspoken boundaries. your stomach tightens the more relaxed he becomes, lapping from the bottom of your cunt up to your asshole, savouring you whole as he works himself into your clingy pussy.
ât-toru, oh yes babyâ âm gonna cummm!â you whine, sobbing when your orgasm finally does catch up to youâ as if he hadnât already known. you walls clamp down on his fingers for dear life, folds twitching as they secrete your honeyed essence all over his hand and down to his sheets.
gojo never lets up, stringing along as he encourages you even further, âthatâs it babyyyy, there we go.â drool slips past his kiss-bitten lips and down to your sopping wet cunt, tongue still working its way at the tightness of your forbidden hole. you look so fucking cute all shaken up, barely keeping yourself together as your moans echoes off his walls and fade into the stillness of the night.
heâs so fucking hard it hurts, but heâd take seeing you wrecked and ruined by his hands alone over the selfish tendencies of asking you to take care of him back. and he knew youâd known that already, if the way your body immediately lurches forward to melt into the sloth ess of silk sheets beneath you said anything.
you feel large hands grip at your thighs, trailing up before landing on your ass. he spreads apart your cheeks, sticky residue spreading your pussy lips with a sinful sound. you shiver, the cold breeze hitting your cunt a mix of overstimulated senses hitting at once.
he collects your liquids at the pad of his fingers, before wrapping his tongue around the digits. he nearly cums at your taste alone, âfuckkk, yâtaste so fuckinâ sweet, princess.â and he pushes forward to drag his tongue along the evidence of your orgasm on your thighs, trailing up to the cleft of your ass and to your cunt, cleaning up after his mess.
you know better, and yet you still try anyway. with a shy tilt of your head, you look back to the starved man between your thighs and offer the prettiest smile you can, cheeks flushed in heat and lips glossed in saliva. âyâgonna let me take care of you yet?â
it doesnât surprise you when he chuckles, releasing the fat of your cunt from his mouth with a nasty pop! to rise up to his full height, bending over your body to entrap yours within his arms. your back arches as you tilt your head backwards to meet his gaze, boobs pressed up together.
he stares at you with an unreadable expression, though the prominent dimple sitting in his cheek pops. âthis was more than enough for me, ya little minx.â
â â
âif we get c-caught, iâll fucking kill you.â you whisper, hands curling at the edge of his office desk. your eyes repeatedly darted towards the unlocked door, right before you, where anybody could walk into his office and see their boss on his knees for you during his lunch break, eating you out.
he pulls away with a dreamy sigh, a firm grip on your ass jiggling the cheek. âa man canât enjoy his lunch in peace? not my fault âm starving.â thereâs a filthy string of your essence and his saliva that connects from his lips to your lower ones.
âget real!â you hiss at him, despite the familiar feeling of heat licking at your limbs. âyou asked me to bring your lunch andâ ohhh!â your words soon die in your throat as your head rolls forward, and your bottom lip now tucked beneath your teeth. the warmth slide of his tongue at your clit has your nails scratching the surface of his desk, and your back curves into him.
âyou worry too much,â gojo mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your pussy. he feels it throb against him, as he hums and runs the pad of his fingers against your messy folds. you shudder at the stimulation, your hips subconsciously grinding down on his fingers to follow his wavelength. with a smug smile, âsee? at least yer pussyâs honest wimmeâ just lemme take care of her.â
âf-fucking bastard.â you grit through your teeth, though you make no objections. you could act high and mighty all you wanted, you never pushed him away whenever he offered to please you. it was almost like he solely got off on itâ your pleasure alone. âi h-hate you.â
âlove you too, princess.â he smirks, and you decide to brush off the tight squeeze at your heart at his words.
his tongue fucked into your hole yet again, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you really couldnât get enough of thisâ of him. youâd repay him your gratitudes if heâd let you. youâd push him back, lay him down and suck his dick eagerly if only heâd let you. you wonder the length of his cock, if it curves, how flushed his tip must get or how much pre leaks from his slit. you want it so bad, and fuck if only heâd let you. but,
he doesnât.
he gives and gives but never takes. heâll call you and tells you heâs in dire need of eating you outâ of making you cum, and the minute you return the same energy, he finds an excuse to walk away. youâre slowly losing your mindâ you crave the taste of him on your tongue, to hear how whiney he sounds once his tip hits the back of your throat, or how pretty heâd look with his eyes rolled to the back of his skull and hips thrusting uncontrollably into your mouth.
âtoruuu,â you whine, tilting your head back. tears build in your eyes as they accumulate at your lash line. your bottom lip juts, a soft pout resting on your lips as you flutter your lashes at the man behind you. even with a mouth full of your pussy, his eyes never lie. âcâmon, lemme return theâ ngh, favour,â you feel a beat of a pause at your words, and you egg it on further. âi know youâre rock hard. . . you c-can put it in, i wonât, mmhmâmind.â
he swears he cums. he swears he feels his balls tighten and release hot and thick strings of cum in his slacks, briefs tainted white with shame. you were going to be the death of himâ you and your doe eyes, glossy lips and perky ass. it grows sticky between his thighs, but his hips twitch as his throat erupts a guttural groan.
âyou canât just fucking say that,â gojo whines, nuzzling his nose into the cleft of your ass. heâs whimpering against your skin, breath warm and moist as his panting grows heavier by the second. you shake your hips against his face, batting your full lashes, and he groans even louder. âyou have no idea what you do to meâfucking hell.â
âenlighten me then.â you reach your hand out to fluff his pile of damp hair. he instinctively leans into your touch, peppering kisses all over your skin. youâd never thought youâd have the gojo satoru on his knees for you, demanding you let him please you. âlet me suck your dick toru, âm real good at it.â
his breath hitches in his throat and youâre positive youâve finally got him. heâs going to cave in and sit on his office chair, pull his pants down and let you handle his mess. heâs going to realize heâs wasted plenty of time pushing the idea away the second you swallow his length whole andâ
âiâm sure you are,â gojo speaks, but you can tell thereâs a but following. you sigh, and he offers a sheepish smile in return. âbut you know âm good here. just wanna make you feel goodâ your pleasure is mine, i promise. trust me on that, yeah?â
all arguments are thrown out the window the instant his lips latch back onto your sloppy ones.
â â
âuhn uhn. . . âs too muchhh!â you whine, squirming in his lap in attempts to run away. your clit ached almost painfully, repeatedly abused by the vibrations of the toy gojo had stimulating. the soft hums of the vibrator echoed in the room in harmony with your pleads, but gojo was a sadist and unfortunately you mightâve been a masochist. âc-canât cum anymore!â
âaweee, but of course you can!â he kisses the sensitive skin on your neck, before nuzzling his nose into the crook. his legs spread wider to further open your shaky ones, and his free hand cups at your breast. âyou pussying out on me, baby?â
no, you were not. âof c-course not,â you muster to glare at him through the reflection of the mirror before you both. piercing blue eyes never left your body for a second, drinking up every reaction you had to offer him. you nearly felt . . . shy at his gaze. âjust hurts a little, fuckkk, you mean b-bitch.â
âmmhm.â gojo nods, fingers tweaking at the buds of your stiff nipples. he rolls the bud between his knuckles, drawing out broken moans out of you as the consistent buzz of the vibrator at your pussy doesnât let up. he presses another kiss, at your temple, âyouâre my good girl, i donât expect otherwise.â
you bite your lip, cheeks flushing in what feels like embarrassment. him and his damn praises. he knows what heâs doing to you, rosy lips tugging into that smirk as his facial expression scream smug. you wish you could punch the bastard right in the face, but that thought is quickly gone when he pinches hard at your tits.
âshittt,â you mewl, grinding your hips down on his. you feel his bulge poking at your assâ so hard and prominent, proof of his arousal. his lap is drenched in your juices, evidence of multiple rounds seeping into the material of his sweatpants. âso fuckinâ good, hnng, youâre sooo fuckinâ good to me.â you raise an arm to grab at the base of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft locks.
you ooze sex appeal, everything you do and say so erotic, and gojo is easily your slave. âyeah?â he mumbles into your skin, though he looks at your reflection through snowy lashes. your back arches sinfully, ass pressed so snuggly against his lap and your pussy leaking buckets worth of cum. âtell me, what else am i?â
the vibrator attacking your clit has your left leg shaking uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach quickly tightening. you chew on your bottom lip, eyelids resting shut as you focus on spewing your next words, carefully selecting them. you canât help the chuckle that reaches your mouth instead of a moan, âa bitch.â
âoh?â gojo cocks an eyebrow, another chuckle now audible despite it not coming from you. he drags the vibrator down your slippery folds and all the way back up to your clit, and you tighten your hold on his hair. âthose werenât supposed to be your next words, sweetheart.â
ây-youâre a bitch,â you continue regardless, and gojo canât deny heâs attracted to you for your sheer audacity. heâs always been a fiend for a good challenge. âwonât even let me give you headâ ngh, thought i was the one with a pussy.â
âyouâre wounding my ego here,â gojo slides his hand from your tits and trail it all the way up to your mouth. he spreads your lips with two fingers, before hooking them at the corner of your mouth. âcallinâ me a pussy? thatâs a low blow, baby.â
you squint at him through the foggy mirror, applying pressure to the bulge poking at your ass. you smile when he groans into your ear, âyou got a small dick or somethinâ? gotta sayâ fuck, s-sure doesnât feel like you do.â you throw your head back onto his shoulder, lips grazing over the shell of his ear, âshould i check for myself? hnng, see if satoru owns a pussy?â
thereâs a click in the air and suddenly the humming of the vibrator stops. finally. had you finally blown his fuse? ironically, your clit secretes more liquid as the idea of him finally pulling his pants off and dicking you down comes to mind. once his pride deflates, he does whatever he can to prove otherwise.
youâre sure youâve got him.
âheh, youâve got some nerve.â gojo snorts, and you donât register how heâs manhandle you to the floor, hands holding your entire upper body steady as your thighs now wrap around his shoulders. the position has your back arched like a cat, and you raise your head up to watch him confusedly through the glass mirror.
two firm hands grip at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he licks his lips hungrily, âitâs lookinâ like youâll never know.â he bares his fangs at you, and you sigh before he feasts again.
â â
it doesnât feel right. none of it does. itâs nowhere remotely near cheating, and yet, as this man litters your neck and chest with loving kisses, you feel your stomach churning in guilt.
here he is, offering himself to you, willing to give you what youâd been deprived off since youâd started your arrangement with gojoâ willing to rock your world, bump hips and coax an penetrative orgasm out of youâ but all you could think about was how wrong this all felt.
though a pleasant smell, these sheets donât smell like him. they donât feel like him either. instead of wide cerulean eyes and untamed white hair is stern brown eyes and kept blonde hair. where should be blotches of red on flawless skin is stress lines infused skin.
you felt awful, burning touches trailing between your thighs instead of that electricity that had your stomach twisting with butterflies.
âis everything alright?â the man pulls away from your legs, and questions. heâs so kind, willing to ask how youâre feeling in the midst of it all, and all you can think about is gojo.
no, nothingâs fine. âyeah, iâm good.â you lie, offering a smile. youâre a good liar, and it seems he falls for your words as he proceeds, pushing your panties to the side and works his tongue into you.
his movements are calculated and measured, paying attention to all areas of your cunt. he eats you out good, thereâs no denying so, has your toes curling and back arching off his mattress. you lower your hand to tighten his locks, but even that feels wrongâ itâs not as fluffy as gojoâs. you think you feel hair gel between your knuckles.
your mind runs a mile an second, overwhelmed by the sole idea that you were offering your body to another man. gojo wasnât yoursâ not in the slightest, and yet, as he sucked on your clit and gripped at your thighs, your chest felt unreasonably tight.
you couldnât do this any longer.
âwaitâ wait, please stop.â you push his head away, bottom lip quivering. he pulls away instantly, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your cunt. you feel sick at the confused look on his face. âi canâtâ i canât do this. iâm so sorry.â
the man stares at you for a moment, though never maliciously, and you feel like wanting to crawl into a hole. he nods his head, before pushing your panties back to where they belong, and pushes himself up. silence fills the air for a while, and youâre holding back tears. youâre not sure why, though.
âitâs gojo, isnât it?â he asks, though heâs not posing a question. he knows, surely everybody knows that you belong to him in both body and soul, but this has only been a recently found discovery for you.
your silence speaks volumes, and the man nods once more.
âyeah, thatâs what i thought too.â
â â
to say he was surprised was definitely an understatement. he wasnât expecting you to show up at his place, despite already having given you a key to his apartment.
you barged through his bedroom door, a location you were already too familiar with and unknowingly had become so accustomed to. your chest is heaving as if youâd ran a marathon before showing up here, and he wants to kiss the pout off your lips. âpants off, now.â
gojo rises from his bed to stand at his full height, a surprised smile stretching onto his face. âwoah, at least take me out on a date first! iâm not just some whore.â his hands comically rise up in surrender, and your frown deepens.
âwhy wonât you let me give you head?â you ask him before you can even process your choice of wording. when his brows jump to his hairline at your boldness, you feel your face warm in embarrassment. âi mean seriouslyâ am i the problem?â
âwhat?â gojo blinks, taking quick strides towards your fuming self. he shakes his head feverishly, âno, thatâs not it at allââ
âthen why do you keep rejecting me?â you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. you probably look and sound desperate, but the truth is you were. the first few times could be deemed funny, but thereâs so much rejection a girl can take before it starts to become an insecurity. âwhy do you keep pushing me away? am i that unattractive to you?â
youâd never seen him look so panicked in his life. had it been under any other circumstance, you woulda laughed at the way his pupils blew widely and how his hands started waving all over the place, âno! jesus, are you kidding meâ have you seen yourself? what sane man would think thatââ
âwhat sane man wouldnât want sex?â you bite back, and heâs taken aback. you see it in the way the words in his mouth die down, the way his body stills just slightly, the way his arms drop to his sides. you continue, âwhat sane man wouldnât want head? what sane man solely focuses on pleasing a woman and not himselfââ
âhey,â gojo frowns. âany sane man would aim to please his partner first and foremost.â
âwell usually sane men accept the favour when offered back to them!â you counter, and once more, gojo was cornered into the wall. he remained quiet, an ideaology uncharacteristic to a man like himself, and waited for you to get it off your chest.
âitâs just. . .â you sigh, licking your lips. and he watches you, intently. youâre almost too embarrassed to say it, but enough was enough. âi just donât get it! iâm thinking itâs because iâm unattractive to you butââ
âiâve literally came in my pants from eating you out.â he interrupts, raising an eyebrow. your face deadpans as does his. heâs dead serious too. oh that bastard, âmultiple times, may i add. try again.â
âthen it has to be you think iâm dirty.â you assume, and he tilts his head to the side with an expression that screams âseriouslyâ. your annoyance builds up the more he looks at you like youâre crazy for him denying you of his pleasure. âi can assure you iâm cleanâ iâm not some fucking whore.â
âand i can assure you that thought has never once crossed my mind.â gojo snorts, body language now looser. his hands sit in the pockets of his sweats, a taunting smile on his lips. âwhatâs the next excuse?â
âoh thatâs rich coming from you,â you sneer, poking your finger at his chest. he snorts again, and you feel like youâre about to lose your mind. âwhat else could it possibly be? youâre so fucking confusing, toru, i have no idea what goes on in your mind!â
âyou, all the time.â gojo shrugs as if itâs the most obvious thing. he says it as if you asked him if the sky was blue or if grass was green. âyou go through my mind all the time. itâs that simple, really.â
âstop the bullshit, satoru.â you frown, pinching the bridge of your nose. your head was starting to ache, and youâd come for closure on this torment, but of course he had to stretch it out.
âbut iâm being so serious?â he tilts his head. âit really is just you. you donât think i want your lips wrapped around my cock? to feel how tight your pussy would be around me? seriously?â
âthen why donât you let me?!â you sigh exasperatedly, throwing your arms in the air. you didnât understand this at allâ you were both on the same page here, so why didnât he let you? was he ashamed or something?
he goes quiet again, and youâre contemplating on storming out of his room. you give him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to decide on whether he wants to finally tell you the truth or find another plausible excuse that would have you drive back home.
thereâs this look of embarrassment all over his face, his eyes unable to look at you. he scratches the corner of his mouth, lips tugging into a sheepish smile. âiâm. . . scared. kinda.â
you blink at him. âwaitâ are you a virgin?â
âno!â he immediately defends himself, and you raise an eyebrow at his sudden eagerness. he waves his hands around again to affirm his statement, âiâm not!â
âso. . . youâre a slut?â you ask instead, and he face palms himself. the nerve he had, to face palm himself when heâs giving you the faintest of clues. what were you supposed to understand from that alone?
ây/nnnn!â he drags out your name childishly, the skin of his cheeks flushed a bright pink. he hides his face in the palms of his hands, as if to cower himself away from this discussion. you think the sight is cute actuallyâ a grown man shy about his sex life. how ironic.
âjust spit it out.â you tut and he peels his hands away from his face. your eyes narrow as you wait on his answer, watching him fidget with his fingers and shy his gaze away from you. the wall at your side had to be so damn interesting if he couldnât hold eye contact with you.
you sigh, âi promise i wonât make fun of you.â
your word alone seems to offer some sort of comfort. his lips part to speak, but it feels like an eternity and a half before words finally come out. âi. . . i donât wanna embarrass myself in front of you.â
now youâre confused. âwhadya mean?â
he grumbles, lips falling into that pout he does whenever he doesnât get something done his way. thereâs a crease in his brows, a frown so deep youâre worried you said something wrong.
âi didnât want to give you the ick, okay?â gojo finally sputters, the blush on his cheeks now spreading down the base of his neck. he can feel his heartbeat thudding excessively loud against his rib cage, and his hands are starting to get moist.
woah, he must be really embarrassed. but about what? was he insecure about his penis?
âwhy would you give me the ick, toru?â you speak slowly, not wanting to scare him off. you take a step closer to him when you notice he took one back, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. your thumb rubs at his skin in what you hope is a soothing manner.
his eyes shift from the wall to your gentle touch. his bottom lip quivers and he takes in a big breath, before redirecting his gaze on you.
âbecause youâre you and iâm me!â he starts off, as if ready to confess everything. you take it as a good sign however. âitâs you weâre talking aboutâ god, youâre so pretty and sexy and kind, and so attractive it fucking hurtsâ iâve literally busted to your taste alone! iâm so fucking whipped itâs embarrassing. i literally think about you all the timeâ in bed, in the car, in the showerâ i think about how good you smell and how sweet you taste and how addictive your smile is! all i have to do is think about you and iâm instantly hardâ iâm like a fucking dog you trained!â
for once today, youâre left speechless.
âand- and,â he continues, âi had to master self-control. me, satoru gojo, had to learn to hold myself back. do you know how many times iâve nearly folded? hm? how many times i almost caved in and damn near ripped your clothes off with my teeth? youâve turned me into an animal! iâve wanted you for an eternity, but i know myselfâ i wouldnât last a second with my dick in your mouth! thatâs what iâm scared of, iâm scared of embarrassing myself to you and youâll run off or something and iâll end up rotting and dying alone from embarrassment andââ
âokay, okay.â you hold a hand up to cut off his rant. he was starting to babble, and soon he would flow into an inescapable hole of self-wallowing. âi think i get it now.â
heâs breathing heavy, pupils blown wide. his lips are quivering and you can tell heâs really anxious of your answer. youâd never seen him so shaken, as if your next words would make or break his entire world.
well, here goes nothing. âi hooked up with another man.â you think you heart his heart shatter in his chest. his face goes slack as does his body, and he immediately reverts his eyes away from yours.
âoh.â
you realize you couldâve started a bit differently. âit didnât really go far, because i was so preoccupied thinking about you.â you sigh shakily. âeverything felt wrong, even when i tried convincing myself it wasnât, but i couldnât help but think of you, even with another man around.â
gojo remains quiet, and youâre not even sure where youâre going with this. what are these feelings youâre feeling?
âlisten, i donât know what that guilt was but i know i never want to feel it again.â your hand proceeds to run at his skin. he hasnât pushed you off yet, so youâre hoping itâs working. âthis whole time i was thinking i was unappealing to you, and youâre afraid of flattering me?â
gojo shoots his head up at that, âflattering you?â
you snort, loving the dumb look on his face. he didnât have a fucking clue, did he? âdo you have any idea what that would do to my ego? knowing i was able to make you nut off of head alone?â
âheyyy, donât go using it against me!â he whines, pouting. ââs your fault anywayâ how is somebody that perfect? i donât get it, youâre genuinely unreal. i almost donât like it.â
well he surely knew a way around with his words. you giggle, sliding the hand around his bicep up to the back of his neck. your other arm mimics, as your fingers card through his undercut. you can feel him shuddering beneath your touch, and he instinctively cups at your waist.
ânow that i know your reasoning, iâm not gonna pressure you into anything you donât wanna do.â you stare him up through your lashes. you werenât sure how you didnât see it before, but now they everything is clear, you swear you see hearts swimming in his orbs. cute. âbut, you wouldnât scare me off, toru. i canât believe iâm saying this but i might be stuck with youâ you say youâre a trained dog, then what does that make me? thought about you while another man ate me out.â
he frowns at that. oops. âhe wasnât better than me. . . was he?â
ânever.â you shake your head, and feel the way his shoulders sag in relief. âand if it makes you feel better, we didnât kiss and i never gave him a blowjob.â
heâs still pouting, but his nose scrunches in the way he does when he wants you to drown him with attention. when had you start noticing these details? âit does. . . i guess.â
âtoruuu, you have to forgive me.â itâs your turn to pout, nails scraping at his scalp as your lashes flutter. you rise to the tip of your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lipsâ lustless. thereâs a soft smack that separates both your pair of mouths, and you see the corner of his mouth threaten to twitch into a smile. his hold on your waist tightens and pulls you in closer. âwant me to show you just how sorry am i?â
âmhm,â he mumbles, eyes stuck on the plumpness of your lips. he wants them back on his, and thatâs exactly what he does, leaning forward to seal another chaste kiss. when he does pull away, itâs just slightly, tips of your noses still grazing one another. he bumps noses with yours, âprove it tâme.â
your cheeks feel like theyâll split with how widely youâre smiling, but that ends as soon as it came, when he lunges forward to kiss you again.
his jaw slacks as he ravishes your lips, tongues sloshing as he releases pretty moans into your mouth. you fed him everywhereâ his tongue dancing at the roof of your mouth, his hands caressing your ass, the rhythm of his heartbeat through his chest vibrating against your own.
you walk forwards, lips never leaving his, as his steps move backwards. he tastes as sweet as always, a faint cherry flavour resting on his taste buds. soon enough heâs laid on his back on his own bed with you hovering him, your thighs resting at his sides. his hands grip at the meat on your legs.
ââm gonna make you feel so good,â you pull away from his lips and trail your hand down his torso, all the way to his briefsâ waistband. âyouâve never had anything like it.â surely enough, heâs harder than heâs ever been, the outline of his cock seeping through the material of his pants. your hand slides lower to cup at the bulge, feeling up on his dick through your fingers, and he whines into your mouth, hips thrusting up into your touch.
âp-please, iâmâ oh fuckkk,â he begs, moans croaking out of his throat as you slip your hand into his underwear. your touches are light, wanting to tease him as you collect endless beads of pre cum at the tip of your fingers. his hips never cease to buck into your palm, desperate for more.
âenough waiting, hm?â you tug down at his undergarments, and immediately get slapped in the face. his dick is nothing to scoff atâ youâd only seen and felt it through the material of his pants, but now that it was bare and right before your eyes? his length had nothing on your imagination. with a pretty pink mushroom tip, vein throbbing on the underside, heavy balls and a cute curve to the left, his dick undoubtedly had your mouth watering.
heâs twitching sans cease, as if it had a mind of its own.
âcanât believe you were holding out me, toru,â you lick your lips, laying flat on your own stomach, between his legs. heâs pushed up on his elbows, watching as you stroke his cock languidly. âyouâre so mean.â your fists tightens at the top of his cock, thumb rubbing at his oozing slit, before loosening your hold as you lower to the base.
he gulps, hands scrunching at the duvets beneath him. youâre giving him these eyes, and your fleeting touches on his dick will surely have him lose his mind. âstop teasing meee, iâllânghh!â you kiss the tip of his cock,
and in the blink of an eye, he cums. your eyes shut as ropes of hot, white cum shoot at your face, from all different kinds of directions. he cums, and itâs a lot. it almost feels never ending, as does his cries. his back arches and his hips hump the air, cock twitching uncontrollably as it erupts.
âoh noooâ shit, ngh, fuckâ canât help it!â veins bulge in his forearm with how intensely heâs gripping onto the covers. you think itâs rather adorable, how easily overwhelmed he gets.
it takes a lifetime for his high to come down. and through it all, youâre pumping at his cock, milking him for what he has to offer. silently of course, youâre not even sure heâd be able to hear anything you have to say with how vocal he is.
when it all becomes too much, he starts shivering from oversensitivity, and his cock jumps weakly. you pull your hand away, and his dick falls onto his lower stomach. heâs breathing heavily, head thrown back as you clean the cum off your face. you pop a finger in your mouth, he tastes sweet. âhm.â
âjust,â gojo pauses, taking another deep breath in. the ceiling must be real interesting for him. âjust go on with it. but donât say i didnât tell you so.â
you smirk, now popping the finger out of your mouth with a wet plop! âyou really werenât kidding.â
hmm can anybody guess who the âmystery manâ you hooked up with is ? đ
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# CHEWBACCA ?!
àč sum. ceo of the HPE ( hairy pussy eaters ) club: TOJI FUSHIGURO
content âż warningsâ fem. reader, established relationship, explicit content, foul language, feminine pet names, cunnilingus, readerâs got a bush ( duh ), dirty talk, one pussy spank, mating press, whore used once
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lolaâs â note. âŠ..this was supposed to be a drabble đ
âno.â
your denial falls on deaf ears, tojiâs stout fingers latching onto your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the couch. âbabe!â your pitch heightens as you snap your hardcover book shut, swatting his hand with it. toji flinches, letting go of your hips like they were on fire. âthe hell?â he shakes his hand dramatically as if trying to propel the pangs right from his bones.
âhmph, serves you right,â you huff, snootiness lacing your tone, tilting your chin high, determined to maintain some semblance of composure. toji exhales a long-suffering huff, resting his cheek against your outstretched inner thigh, indigo irises squinting up at you. âwhatâs goinâ on, doll?â he murmurs, his voice low, brimming with curiosity. he knows somethingâs up. youâre never one to turn down the holy trinityâ slurps, suckles, and laps âfrom the man before you. unless, of course, aunt flo makes her rude appearance. but judging by the lack of deserted dove dark chocolate wrappers and your atypical pout, heâs certain your rejection is rooted entirely in something else.
ânothingâs âgoinâ onâ,â you mimic, deflecting with a biting tone. tojiâs scarred lips curl into a smirk, his amusement thinly veiled. âyeah? then why am i still talking to you and not your pussy?â seduction drips from his tongue, his hands mapping out the curve of your waist, settling on the plush swell of your hips. You ignore the shiver whizzing up your spine, swallowing back his effect on you. instead, you spit, âkeep trying me, and you wonât talk to my pussy again.â a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, deep and unshaken, as if your feeble attempt at a threat only further serves as entertainment for him.
âoh girl, you wouldnât last a day without my tongue fucking this perfect pussy,â toji emphasized his assertion with a harsh flick to your clothed bundle of nerves, relishing in your startled gasp. cute. as your eyes begin to settle into a sharp glare, it diminishes as toji inflicts another flick to your steadily erecting pearl. âah!â you cry, savoring the delicious pain his rough touch imposed on your covered sensitivity. tojiâs smirk turns cheshire, gazing upon the desire coating your pupils, turning them glossy.
ânow hush, and lemme eat,â toji, with the quickness of flash, rips your lacy thong at the seam, flinging the shredded fabric to the side, exposing your hairy cunt to his starving orbs. wait⊠hair? his raven brow raises, finger pads tenderly spreading your legs, which have snapped shut like a clam. tojiâs blown stare zeros in on your bush, the hairs soaked in your tacky essence, curling slightly.
an inferno spreads across your cheeks as the silence stretches on. and right there, barren to the cool air circulating in the shared living room, is why you turned down tojiâs unrelenting advances. any titillating verbiage withers on his tongue, the muscle feeling overgrown, overcoming with the feral need to taste you.
âi⊠i didnât get a wax this month,â you confess, embarrassment latching onto your tongue, licking each syllable you utter. âso, i get if youââ a thunderous smack! echoes through the room, your body jolting at the sudden, painful sensation descended upon your throbbing nub. as toji pulls his hand back from your pussy, sticky arousal strings create a lewd connection, locking you together.
âdonât talk, woman,â the heel of tojiâs palm grounded deeply into your clit, circular motions urging your pedicured toes to curl in the air. âthe only girl that should be talkinâ to me, is this whore of a pussy you got here,â toji lowers his handsome face, eye level to the âgirlâ in question, âspread her fâme,â his sizable hands cup the bends of your knees, pressing the caps into the perky flesh of your tits, ably folding you like clean sheets.
slicing your digit through the crevice of your pussy, parting your unruly pubes, tojiâs warm, moistened tongue darts from between his lips, lapping at the slick woven into your short and curlies. as your honeyed nectar tangos with his taste buds, toji curses under his breath, âfuck,â causing erotic butterflies to flutter in your tummy. âtoj, âs nasty,â you whine, your hips bucking, clinging onto the subtle tickling of your strands brushing your labia. oh, how youâre an inherent contradiction.
âjusâ how i like your pussy,â toji winks, his tongue slithering from your now clean pubes to your stiff button, circling the bud before engulfing the rigid pearl into his hot cavern. tojiâs lips encapsulate your clit, sucking fiercely, as his head moves back and forth, back and forth, back andâ âfuck! ngh, hah,â you mewled, your manicured phalanges threading into his dark tresses, shifting his hair away from his forehead.
the sheer intensity of his movements floods you, sending your back arching against the couch cushions. a relentless focus burns brightly in his dilated pupils, leaving not a shred of uncertaintyâ he is by no means finished with you. tojiâs thumbs usurp yours, pulling back the skin of your clit, snapping his tongue against the bundle of nerves in quick succession.
âsuch a g-good fucking t-tongue, shiiit,â you stutter, your voice trembling with insatiable hunger. toji beams at your praise, driving him to devour you with unabashed urgency. from hasty figure eights being precisely drawn, to eager, desire-filled kisses, no part of your sopping heat is left bare by his unabated lust.
itâs too muchâ heâs too much. your palm presses upon his damp forehead, a faint, desperate effort to push him away as the blissful coil of your climax tightens in your loins. âhaah~ wait⊠tojiii! donâtââ too late. your needy cries fall into an abyss, toji being too far gone to recognize the way your body convulses, your climax hitting you like a freight train. between your melodic chorus of pornographic music and the soft caress of your pubes on his shaven face, there was no way he was going to stop.
as your pussy flutters, akin to wings on a butterfly, toji swiftly inserts two digits into your rapidly pulsating cunt, reveling in the effect he has on your body. separating his lips from your pearl with a wet pop! tojiâs perma-smirk is already etched onto his expression. âkeep this pussy hairy for me, doll. it tastes better this way.â
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Reacting to you wearing pheromone perfume
Multiple characters headcannon
Authors note: Dw theyâre all horny for you, umm if it looks like I got lazy itâs bc I did. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warnings: NSFW Content, Femdom(ish), vaginal sex, riding and uhhh find out the rest urself.
The plan was set.
You were just going to do your usual grocery run, but hold off putting the new found perfume on until you were at the door step.
That way, when you walked in, the scent would hit him like a wave, making it clear even for him to notice something different about you.
It was perfect! And soon the plan was to come into play as you sprayed yourself head to toe in its mist.
You tucked the bottle away deep in your grocery bag, then unlocked the door, the keys jingling softly as you did.
âHey baby, Iâm back.â
You say, shutting the door behind you and setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. âSo whatâve you been up to?â
You shot him a quick glance from the couch, an innocent smile on your face.
The type to invade your personal space
What the... what the hell did you do? Something feels off here. He can sense itâno, he can practically smell it.
Youâve pulled a fast one, and heâs gonna find out what exactly it is..
âMe? Oh Iâve been up to absolutely nothing..like nothing at all.â he says, strolling over to you, a knowing smirk on his face.
âBut the real question is though..what exactly have you been up to, huh?..â
You hadnât realised just how close he had really gotten to you, until you took your eyes away from the ingredient in your hand to look at him, a palm rested onto the kitchen counter as he leaned in closer to you.
You didnât waver though. You knew this was only an effect of the perfume working itâs magic, he was probably just trying to get a better whiff of you.
Everything was going according to plan..
âWell, I was just picking up some things for the house and dinner tonight. Thought Iâd whip up your favorite, you know?â
You suddenly feel a grip on your shoulder as he turns you to face him. He takes this newfound opportunity as a chance to bury his nose into your neck.
âJesus..â what hell did you actually do? Whyâs he feeling so..bothered. And why do you look so attractive all of a sudden. Not that youâre not always beautiful, but right now... youâre just breathtaking, and itâs stirring up all sorts of feelings in him. âWhy do you smell like this..â
Perfect. Everything was unfolding just as you wanted it! Sure, you didnât expect him to take the bait so quickly, but whoâs complaining? You knew what was coming; after all, this is your boyfriend.
âHm? Smell like what, handsome? I always smell like this..â You wanted to tease him, to see how far heâd go with it. That turned out to be your biggest mistake.
NSFW
Now your legs were sore, your hips bruised, and your back aching, all while he continued thrusting up into you.
How was he still going? You had been lost in this rhythm for what felt like ages, your bodies entwined and slick with each other's essences.
âAh-..Fuck..y-you feel so good..â
The air around you was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, a heady mix that only intensified the connection you both shared.
âAnd you s-smell..so so amazing..shit..itâs got me all types of f-fucked up..â
His face was flushed, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily, each sound escaping him, a testament to the pleasure building between you.
His grip on your hip grew firmer, guiding your movements up and down his length with a deliberate urgency that sent shivers down your spine.
You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles tensed and flexed beneath your touch, each thrust igniting a fire deep within you.
âI-I donât think mâgonna last long if you keep t-tightening-..fuck..like that baby..â
The quick, shallow breath he took and the tension in his abdomen were unmistakable signs that he was nearing his peak again, ready to fill you completely once more.
You could see the way his eyes filled with desire, the intensity of his gaze locking onto yours as if trying to convey everything he felt in that moment.
It was a silent conversation, one that spoke of longing and need, of a connection that transcended words.
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only fueled the fire between you.
You begin to rock your own hips against him, matching his thrust causing a small whine to escape his lips, and in return sending waves of pleasure coursing to you.
You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, a delicious ache that begged for release. The way he moved under you, the way he held you, made you feel cherished and desired all at once.
âB-baby I-..mâgonna..fuck- Iâm g-gonna cum-..I canât-..mâgonna- c-cumming!..â
With the broken moan he let out, you could feel him surrenderer to the moment, releasing all he had left inside of him into you and allowing the sensations to wash over him, a small whimper leaving his lips feeling you pulse around him.
You couldnât help but lose yourself in the pleasure that enveloped you both, and to think..
this was all because of some damn perfume.
Characters: reigen, dimple, kagami, AOMINE, tengen, connie, NISHINOYA, oikawa, GOJO, SOLOMON , CHILDE, KAEYA, wriothesley (Anyone you like)
The type to stare at you from afar
He knew from the moment you entered the room something was off.
Now, he couldnât shake off his suspicion.
What had exactly changed about you..was it your clothes? Nah..it couldnât be that.
Maybe you styled your hair differently?..no thatâs just stupid; anyone would notice that.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he didnât even realise just how long he had been staring at you, examining every little detail like you were some kind of puzzle.
It was a little unsettling to say the least but you continued on with sorting out the groceries.
âHey babe, can you help me with this?â
âNo.â
You look at him confused and quite frankly offended.
This mf really just said no to you.
âWhat do you mean, no?â
âI canât get close to you.â
Thatâs exactly the OPPOSITE of what the perfume is supposed to do! Itâs supposed to attract him towards you not make him act like a deer in headlights!
ïżœïżœWhat- why?â You say a little too disappointingly for your liking.
âIf I did, I might do something bad.â
Something bad? What could he possibly mean by something ba- ohhâŠoh. Oh.
Would it be funny if you just said that you wanted him to do that âbadâ thing.
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Okay take back everything you said. This is not funny anymore.
In fact this is just back breaking especially with the way heâs pounding into you all while pressing his face deep inside the crook of your neck.
âH-hah..fuck..I-is this good for y-you too, baby?..â
You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, as he struggled to stifle his moans, the soft, enticing sounds escaping him despite his best efforts.
You would be lying if you said this wasnât exactly what you wanted; after all, you did choose to wear that perfume, the one you knew would draw him in.
I guess you just didnât anticipate such a strong reaction from him, the way his body responded to your presence, as if heâd been waiting for this moment all along.
The whole experience was incredibly distracting, especially with him so close to your ear, his breath hitching with every whispered compliment you offered.
âF-fuck..pull on my hair..p-please baby..mâso close for you..â
Each time your fingers tangled in his hair, you can feel the tension in his body falter, his hips instinctively responding to your words.
It was as if your gentle praise unlocked something deep within him, a vulnerability that made the air between you thick with unspoken desire.
He didnât need no perfume to make love to you like this.
Characters: SERIZAWA, giyuu, armin, KAGEYAMA, OSAMU, geto, MAMMON, leviathan, albedo, CYNO, kazuha, XIAO (Anyone you like)
The type to get distracted while you speak
âJust the..the usual..â
âMm..the usual huh? So mysterious.â
You throw him a quick look, a playful smirk creeping onto your face as you plop down next to him on the couch. With a dramatic sigh, you turn to him.
âHonestly, I was thinking about whipping up something new for us, but Iâm not sure itâll turn out great⊠Oh! You wonât believe who I bumped into at the store earlierââŠâ
âBlah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff..â (PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)
This man is not listening to a single thing your saying.
Everything is just going through one ear and out the other.
Yet, heâs nodding along, pretending to listen, his eyes locked on yours and occasionally flicking to your lips.
Youâve got him hook line and sinker.
âBabe. Babe, are you even listening to me?â
â..Huh? Y-yeah, you were talking about.. your friend?â
Right, because chopping tomatoes has everything to do with friends.
âOh really? And what exactly was I saying about said friend?â
âI- you were..yâknow..stuff?â
You raise an eyebrow at him
âLook baby I canât concentrate right now. I donât know what you did, but my mind is wandering to places it shouldnât, and itâs messing with me, so pleaseâŠâ
â..please what?â You know what he wants.
âHelp a guy out? I know you can see it..â
Oh, you definitely could see it. You could see the huge hard on he had right now, and here he was, asking for your helpâthere was no way you were going to turn him down.
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He let out a deep sigh, tilting his head back against the couch, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him as he struggled to maintain eye contact with you.
âYou look a-absolutely stunning like this, my loveâŠâ His voice was a low murmur, thick with desire, as he took in the sight of you.
The way your mouth enveloped him, gently teasing his skin, sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that he could hardly contain.
Your lips moved with a tantalising rhythm, each caress sending waves of ecstasy through his body.
âMhm..like that, k-keep sucking on it like that beautiful..â
He could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your touch, and it was all too much to bear.
His hands instinctively found their way to your hair, fingers behind your head, as he tried to guide you, to pull you even closer.
âJus a l-little more for me baby mâalready so close because of you..â
The way your hands explored him, tracing the contours of his body, ignited a primal urge deep within him.
Every gentle stroke, every teasing touch drew a soft gasp from his lips, a sound that echoed the intensity of the moment.
Before long, his breath caught in his throat, and without any warning, he released himself into your mouth.
Soft murmurs of "mâsorry" and "thank you" slipped from his lips, each word laced with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, as if he were acknowledging the weight of the moment while simultaneously surrendering to it.
He tilted his head back again, exposing the graceful curve of his neck, while a deep, guttural moan escaped him.
He clutched the couch for support, his fingers digging into the fabric as he began to calm himself down
Heâd be lying if he said he didnât like that perfume.
Characters: midorima, rengoku, eren, Tsukishima, akaashi, Ushijima, suna, NANAMI, LUCIFER, ayato, DILUC, neuvillette, zhongli (Anyone you like)
The type to suddenly want to be a man
âDoesnât matter, let me help you with that.â
This probably may have been the fastest you had ever seen this lazy ass man get up from the couch and willing ask to help you with something without you telling him to.
This perfume was doing its damn job alright.
And you were liking it already.
âYou sure babe? Do you even know where most of these things go?â you asked, a hint of skepticism in your voice.
ââŠNo, but that doesnât mean I canât try for once, right?â
âYeah sure..â you conceded, your curiosity piqued by his sudden determination.
âJust relax and take it easy. Please. Iâve got this covered.â he assured you, his tone confident and light.
You let him gently guide you back to the couch, ensuring you stayed seated while he headed to the kitchen.
A few moments later, he returned to you.
âFinished already? That was fastââ
Your words were abruptly silenced as another set of lips met yours, warm and insistent.
The unexpected kiss sent a jolt of surprise through you, momentarily stealing your breath away.
You had been caught off guard, your playful teasing hanging in the air like a forgotten thought.
When the kiss finally broke, you both pulled back slightly, as he rested his gaze on you his chest rising gently.
âI want 10 of em.â
â..10 of what?â
âkids.â He replies with a stern look on his face.
â...â
âIs that a yes?â
âYouâre joking, right?â
âIâm being deadass.â
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Well letâs just say he was NOT joking, and was very much being true to his words.
He intended to have those 10 kids, but first, he needed to prepare you.
That's why you found yourself on the bed, your legs resting on his shoulders as he immersed himself in your warmth.
âMm..so good..you taste so fucking good..â
He was devouring you like a man starved, his tongue skillfully teasing your clit and occasionally sucking on it, making your legs tighten around him even more.
How many times had you cum already with his restless mouth?
Just how long did he plan on keeping this up?
You were already worn out, and now your legs were killing you.
âOne more for me pretty girl..come on I know you can do it. Youâve got one more left in ya donât you..â his words were muffled in with the wet sounds of your juices but you could still hear each and everyone of his dirty talk.
The way he would urge you into coming undone onto his tongue, the way his nose would brush up against your clit as his tongue pummelled into your hole.
It was all too much.
You knew you wouldnât be able to last much longer anymore especially with his hums of approval sending all the right vibrations down to your mound.
With one last flick of his tongue against your clit, you came, fingers gripping onto his hair tightly.
When catching your breath just as you thought you had finished up with everything, do you hear the rustling of the sheets only to see him preparing to put his length into you.
âFuck..d-donïżœïżœïżœt look at me like that princess, you know damn well we arenât done here, especially with how hard I am now..â
That perfumes going on lock down.
Characters: Sanemi, jean, REINER, UKAI, kuroo, hinata, BOKUTO, atsumu, iwaizumi, CHOSO, DIAVOLO, ITTO, thoma (Anyone you like)
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Relationship ⧠Why Is It Difficult for You to Fall in Love?
You find it difficult to fall in love often grapple with the challenge of being vulnerable.Â
You are unable to engage in relationships that do not resonate with their authentic feelings - This inability to connect on a deeper level means that you cannot settle for mere companionship; they seek a a meaningful / emotional connection
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Moon in the 1st House - Their existence is deeply rooted in their inner feelings - find it impossible to engage in relationships that donât resonate with their true feelings / They cannot be with someone they donât genuinely love
Moon in the 5th House - They are perpetually in search of the thrill and essence of romance - Difficulty in Opening Up Emotionally / struggle to engage in relationships that donât align with their true emotions
Moon in the 7th House - They tend to invest themselves wholeheartedly in a relationship or marriage - often losing sight of their own identity - finding a partner who truly understands them is essential; otherwise, their kindness may be misplaced / they need a passionate and exhilarating connection that make them hesitant to settle down - as they fear that a stable relationship might lack the spark they so desperately desire / the constant search for the next great love story can leave them feeling unfulfilledÂ
Strong Sun and Mars energy - represent the qualities they admire in partnersÂ
Strong Sun and Mars energy - High Standards / have high expectations / a heightened set of criteria for their potential partners
Empty 5th / 7th house - fewer opportunities for love and romance
Saturn in 5th / 7th House - a lack of romantic opportunities - making it challenging to establish a stable, lasting relationship
5th / 7th house ruler -Â Saturn - Limiting romantic encounters / possibilitiesÂ
Capricorn / Aquarius in 5th / 7th houseÂ
5th / 7th house ruler / ruling planet conjunct Saturn
Venus-Saturn ( conjunction / opposition / square ) - suppression by Saturn / fewer romantic encounters
Neptune in 5th / 7th House - setbacks with unsuitable partnersÂ
Pluto in 5th / 7th House - setbacks with unsuitable partnersÂ
7th House Ruler in 10th House - strong desire for powerful partners - making it difficult for them to find anyone who meets their standards / they often feel that those they encounter fall far short of their expectations
7th House ruler in 12th House - hidden affair / elusive mattersÂ
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Subtle change of your scent (established relationship with Azriel, the start of your pregnancy)
After a long, exhausting day of shopping with Feyre, you were curled up on the couch at home, reading a book. The warmth of the fire crackled softly in the hearth, the rhythmic flipping of pages creating a comforting ambiance. You sighed, feeling the contentment of finally being home. Feyre had insisted on spoiling everyone for Solstice, and the day had been filled with laughter, joy, and plenty of gifts. Now, it was time to relax.
Azriel had been out with his brothers, enjoying some time together after a long week of missions. You hadnât heard him come in, so when the front door softly closed, you didnât immediately look up, absorbed in your book.
But Azriel, as always, noticed everything. He stepped into the room, his shadows slipping silently into the corners, but it was the change in the air that stopped him in his tracks. His steps faltered as he paused, his sharp senses picking up something new, something that made his heart skip a beat.
Your scentâit was different. The familiar notes of it, the one he had known for so long and was so intimately connected with, had shifted. It was still you, still the essence that made you *you*, but there was something more now. A new depth, a richness to it. And underneath it all, something faint but undeniableâhis scent, mixed with yours, and a new, blossoming presence.
Azrielâs breath caught in his throat as realization slammed into him. His eyes, usually so composed and guarded, widened, disbelief and hope warring within them. He stood frozen for a moment, the world around him fading as everything zeroed in on this one fact.
You were pregnant.
Your eyes lifted from the book when you sensed him standing there, the quiet intensity of his presence pulling your attention. His gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable at first. But then his wings trembled slightly, and you saw something flicker in his eyesâsomething raw, vulnerable, and utterly overwhelmed.
âAz?â you asked softly, setting the book down, confused by the way he was staring at you as if he had never seen you before.
Azriel didnât answer right away. Instead, he moved toward you in slow, deliberate steps, kneeling in front of you on the couch. His large hands, always so steady and sure, reached out to gently grasp your own. He stared at you for a long moment, his breath uneven, his eyes searching yours as if trying to confirm what he was feeling.
âYouâŠâ His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. âYour scent⊠itâs changed.â
You blinked, a wave of understanding suddenly dawning on you as the words settled in. Your heart raced as you processed what he meant. You had suspected for a whileâsmall changes, subtle signsâbut to hear it like this, to see the way Azriel was reactingâŠ
âIââ you started, but your voice cracked as emotion welled up in your chest. You squeezed his hands, your own shaking slightly. âI think⊠I think Iâm pregnant.â
Azrielâs breath hitched, and his hands instinctively moved to rest on your stomach, even though it was too early for any visible change. His eyes, normally so shadowed and controlled, filled with tears that he couldnât hold back. His entire body seemed to tremble with the weight of what he was feeling, as if the realization had hit him like a tidal wave.
âYouâre pregnant,â he whispered, his voice filled with awe and disbelief, as if saying it out loud would make it real. Tears spilled down his cheeks, and before you could say another word, he wrapped you in his arms, burying his face in your neck.
âI can feel it,â he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. âI can feel them⊠our child⊠part of you, part of me.â
You felt a tear slide down your own cheek as you held him close, feeling the way his entire body shook with the intensity of his emotions. Azriel, who had always been so strong, so in control, was now trembling in your arms, overwhelmed by the news that you were carrying his child.
He pulled back slightly to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away your tears. âYouâre carrying our baby,â he whispered again, his eyes full of wonder, as if he couldnât quite believe it.
You nodded, smiling through the tears. âYes, Az,â you whispered back. âWeâre going to have a baby.â
Azriel let out a soft, broken laugh, his wings curling around you protectively as if he could shield you and your child from the world. He kissed you deeply, tenderly, as though trying to pour every ounce of love he felt into that single moment.
When he pulled back, his face was still wet with tears, but there was a smileâa real, unguarded smileâthat lit up his entire face.
âI love you,â he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. âI love you so much. I didnât know⊠I didnât know I could feel this much.â
You smiled through your tears, your hands resting over his on your stomach. âI love you too, Azriel.â
And in that moment, wrapped in his wings and his love, you knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful. Azriel, who had always been your strength and protector, now had a new roleâa father. And the joy and love that filled the room was almost overwhelming, as the two of you shared the quiet wonder of knowing that soon, you would become a family.
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LUST â àŒâ§âË.
ft. sanji !
ê° SYNOPSIS ê± : sanji has always been a little over enthusiastic when it came to women. and when he finally gets his hands on you, he can hardly control himself.
ê° CONTENTS ê± : MDNI. f!reader, loss of virginity (sanji), unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, use of pet names (angel, mon cherie), sanji is fucked out & brainless oops â WC : 1.9k
ê° NOTES ê± : happy birthday to lover boy sanji + welcome to the first installment for my seven deadly straw hats anthology teehee enjoy !! dividers by @/cafekitsune á°
sanji had a crush on you. which seems like the most obvious thing in the world because sanji had a crush on everyone woman he encounters. but no, this was different, this was you.
you â who was the object of all of his desires. all women were perfect, yes, but you were perfect for him. he wanted to unwrap you and kiss every part of your body, give every piece of him to you and worship you until the angels started to sing.Â
and all of his prayers were about to be answered as you straddled his lap, your slick cunt kissing the tip of his aching cock.
wet. hot. suffocatingly addicting. everything that ripples through sanjiâs body as you lower yourself onto him. the bliss is blinding, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the world robs him of his sight in favor of the gift you bring him.
his soul leaves his body, finding refuge far up into the heavens. itâs something heâs never experienced, his breath stolen from his very lungs and filled with ecstasy in its wake as he releases inside of you.Â
after a few moments, he floats back down to you â to the angel that gave him the rapture. one he will always devote himself to, every nerve in his body latching onto yours as your bodies seamlessly connect with each other.
the weeks and months heâd been agonizingly pining over you all paid off for this very moment. lust and desire swirled in his stomach, screaming for more, begging, as pleas involuntarily slip from his tongue.
you easily capture them in your mouth, savoring each one as you kiss him tenderly, letting him come down back to you, from the high that shot through his body.Â
âfeel good, sanji?â you ask as you pull apart from him, rocking your hips to ease him back for another round he was more than ready for.Â
he swallows hard at the thought, eyes opening to the ethereal sight of you â his angel. he had entirely lost himself for a moment as he wipes the drool that was spilling from his mouth.Â
âfeels amazing.â the enamored man rasps out, eyes falling onto your breasts. as if it couldnât get any better. without much thought, he leans forward, lips encasing your nipple as his tongue swirls around it.
âsanjiâ!â you let out a heightened gasp, fingers tightening their hold in his hair. the slight tug has him groaning, wanting more.
picking up the pace, you start to bounce on his cock, breasts jiggling in time with your movements. it was mesmerizing, a sight that sanji burned into his soul for later.Â
his cum was getting fucked deeper into you â he could hear it. the thought of it mixing with your sweet slick, creating an essence of only you and him had his mind reeling. all he could do was watch slack-jawed, in awe as you started to speed up.Â
it was all so lewd, so intoxicating. were you just as lost as him? gone with the throes of pleasure? sweeping you away just as itâs swept him?
even the softest silks from alabasta couldnât compare to you, the way your walls wrap around him so effortlessly, draining him of every thought heâs ever had.Â
âmmphââ sanji let out a moan as he mindlessly babbles. âyouâre so good, making me feel so good, mon cherie. please donât stop. please, please!â
âlook at you sanji.â you let out the sweetest taunt, a swirl of saint and sin tumbling from your lips that have him ready to follow you to the depths of hell. âalready so, so fucked out. youâre so pretty like this.â
âso tight, so warm.â all he can do is sing praises to you, letting you use him the way you want to, chanting out your name.
your hips stutter, breaking him out of his trance, gaze flitting up to your face. you were trying to give your all but he could see you faltering, the way you were riding him quickly becoming inconsistent, frustrated whines flowing from your beautiful mouth.
although this was his first time and he had no experience, he couldnât put all of it on you. not when youâve been so good to him already, hand feeding him all his wildest dreams off a silver platter.Â
his arms wrap around your waist, feet finding themself sturdy on the mattress before he starts to fuck into you.
âsanji!â you cry out, your hold becoming a death grip, cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as he sloppily thrusts up. it only takes you a second to match his pace, both of your moans spiraling into each others names. âyouâre so good, so good to me.â
sanji could cum again right then and there. the praise has him pulsing in your pretty pussy, threatening to unload deep into you. even the thought has his abdomen burning with desire. but through and through, he was a gentleman. and he wouldnât finish before you.
but sanji quickly realized that holding out his pleasure came with consequences. putting so much effort into not blowing his load has his brain ready to explode, the filter heâs had for so long slipping out of his grasp.
âfuck.â the word fires out of him, pleasure squeezing it right out.
another power took over him, all the desire heâs held for you taking hold of his body the moment you started to fatigue for him. his hands grip your side and flip you so youâre sprawled out on the bed, eyes wide and lips parted at his sudden show of strength.
but that was the last of his restraint, the desire to plow into you until you cried out his name, tears lining your beautiful lashes took root in him.
quickly lining himself up he shoves himself back into you, gripping your hip as you arch up into him.Â
once heâs seated back inside of you, it feels like he can breathe again. with your cunt throbbing around his length, already beckoning him to come undone again, it takes him everything to push it back, stave off his release until heâs got you spiraling for him.
âyouâre so beautiful.â he whispers, his hands reaching to caress your face, your skin warm to the touch. âand all mine.â
slowly but deeply, he pushes back into you, setting a steady pace that has you clawing at the sheets, desperate for more. the sight of you squirming under him, losing your inhibitions over just his cock has it twitching in interest â threatening to burst if he wasnât careful.
sanjiâs fingers trail along your leg, propping one up so he can tenderly kiss the inside of your ankle, right along the artery so he could send his love through your veins and to your heart.Â
âsanji, go faster.â you whine, trying to hook your other leg around his waist to pull him closer. âplease?â
the sound of your plea flipped a switch in his head. the tables were turned and you were under his mercy for once, looking up at him like he was the answer to all of your prayers.
something that was once so angelic now dripping with sin, urging him to take, take, take. but sanji was always so generous, so giving. it wouldnât hurt for him to indulge, even just a little, right?
with that, he starts thrusting into you without abandon, drowning in the pleasure he felt as the rest of the world slipped away, his cock holding all the power as it nudged your deepest spots.
between the lewd squelches of your sopping cunt and the mewls that kept rolling off your tongue, he felt the itch grow even more. he wouldnât be satisfied until you were just as lost as he was, until he absolutely knew you were.
âs-sanji!â you cry out, gripping his shoulders and bringing him down closer, bodies sliding against each other as he pace doesnât relent. âkiss me.â
he obliges, crashing his lips against yours, passion igniting every nerve in his body as his cock pulses deep within you.
âmy beautiful angel.â he whispers against your lips before pulling back a bit, a string of spit connecting you. greedily, he takes it into his mouth with his tongue, brushing his nose against yours. âi want to ruin you as youâve ruined me.â
he could feel you squeeze around him with that, a silent confirmation that let him keep going.
âyes, yes! just donât stop.â you gasp out, eyes rolling back in pleasure.Â
ânever.â his lips trail down to your neck, sucking marks into your skin to show everyone who you belong to now, no one else would get to touch you as he has, never again. âi couldnât if i wanted to.â
sanjiâs moans fill the room as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
âneed you to come, need to hear how pretty you sound, need to see your face as i make you come.â he babbles out, watching your hand slip between your bodies, down towards where the two of you were connected.Â
the sight of him thrusting into your body sent him into overdrive, every touch from you feels like electricity coursing through him, empowering him to continue rutting into you.Â
his hand covers yours as he watches you play with your clit, taking over to watch your reactions. you jolt under his initial touch, mewling out his name.
it was intoxicating, the lewd sound of his cock driving into you, the way you said his name like this, the love you held in your eyes.
ââm gonna cum.â he rasps out.Â
âme too!â your voice is breathless yet strained, the sound barely falling from your throat as he feels your whole body tighten up. what heâs wanted for so long was finally here.
his eyes are glued onto you as you fall over the edge, gripping your nails into his so tightly he almost winces. the way his name fell from your mouth in a silent scream had him shoving himself all the way inside of your pulsating walls, letting you milk his cock for everything he had left.
and once he started, he couldnât stop, it just kept flowing out of him as his body trembled above yours. with a final shove and groan of your name, he falls onto your side.
sanji didnât know whether a minute passed or an hour as he came back down from his high, practically panting from it. his bangs stick to his sweaty forehead, a sheen of it glazing all of his body.Â
âsanji?â your voice sounded so far away until he turned to you, your hand reaching up to push his hair back. âyou okay?â
âiâm more thanââ he clears his throat before it cracks, propping himself on his elbows. âiâm amazing. how are you? did i hurt you?â
âno, not at all.â your bare skin touched his and his body felt on fire once again. âentirely the opposite.â
âgood, i wouldnât want to hurt someone as precious as you.â he pulls you in, bodies flushed together, his limbs tangling with yours as he melts into you.Â
the soft press of your lips dance along his skin and his eyes flutter shut at the contact, the lust subsided but something new taking its place.Â
a word he might have carelessly thrown around far too often to any woman who looked his way. because this feeling was brand new, it bloomed deep from within his chest and spread to the tips of his fingers. something he had always not so secretly dreamed of and hoped with all his heart to find one day.
love.
thank you so much for reading á°
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Deep Dive (m) | knj
Youâve been searching for gemstones deep on the seabedâ having found a broken piece of blue aquamarine. Searching for the missing piece and your new rival, you find it and much more with the blue tailed merman Namjoon while on a quest for crystals.
â Pairing: namjoon x reader (female) â AUs: mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au, soulmate!au â Trope: strangers to lovers â Genres: fluff, smut, angst + a very small sprinkle of comedy â Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) â Word count: 19.8k â Warnings (general) + triggers: not much, honestly itâs all very very fluffy, lovey dovey and cute (youâll probably get a cavity). Thereâs also a lot more lore and worldbuilding in this one compared to the others, as this is the first time weâre properly introduced to the seacityđ§Itâs also rather existential and philosophical. â Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex (please be safe), oral (male and female), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, love making, kissing, breast play (licking, sucking, biting), handjob, fingering, clit play, hair pulling, creampie, very brief cockwarming. â Read on AO3? [link] â Authorâs note(1): I really donât know what happened when writing this one; my fingers totally slipped and most of this is just world building đ«Ł At least I had a shit ton of fun writing it! I tried to make the smut a bit different than I normally do, because I just feel like what I write is getting very repetitive⊠So I tried changing the pace of it a bit, but I don't know if it worked or not. Anyway, I really hope you like this one too, and I managed to finish it before Namjoonâs birthday, which means Iâll release it on that day đ„ł Please do let me know what, and if you liked it, and if youâre excited for the rest of the mermaid stories âš
[s.masterlist] â this is part of a collection of series that are stand-alone one-shots, but all of them are set in the same universe. They are slightly connected though đ€
The boat sways gently with the rhythm of the waves, each crest and trough sending a flutter through your stomach, a tantalizing whisper of the adventure awaiting below. The sea has always been your muse, its vast, enigmatic depths a sanctuary where youâve carved out your own livelihood. As a freelance scuba diver, you descend into the oceanâs embrace, hunting for hidden treasuresâcrystals and gems, and occasionally, the rarest of finds. These treasures are not just artifacts; they are fragments of the earthâs ancient soul, preserved in the watery depths.
Hae, your best friend and partner in this aquatic quest, stands beside you, her hands steady as she helps you prepare for the dive. She runs a holistic and spiritual webshop called Soulful, a name that seems to capture the essence of her beingâa blend of spirituality, sustainability, and an eye for the aesthetically divine. The gems and crystals you unearth find their way into her shop, where they are revered not just for their beauty, but for the energy they carry. The world has turned its gaze towards the mystical these days, and her shop has become a beacon for those seeking solace and healing in the arms of nature.
With your wetsuit snug against your skin, fins secured, and the weight of the oxygen tanks settling on your back, you feel the familiar thrill course through you. Hae hands you your goggles with a smile, and before placing the mouthpiece between your lips, you flash her a grin. âSee you soon,â you say, voice laced with excitement. The small tool bagâyour fanny pack of excavation toolsârests comfortably at your side, ready to assist in your quest for natureâs buried wonders.
You take a deep breath and plunge into the ocean, the water swallowing you with a resonant splash. As you breach the surface, your arms stretch forward, parting the water with a smooth, practiced motion. The ocean welcomes you, wrapping you in its cool, serene embrace. Here, beneath the waves, you are home, surrounded by the vibrant tapestry of sea life. Jellyfish drift by, their tendrils trailing like delicate threads of silk, while schools of tiny fish scatter at your approach, shimmering in the filtered sunlight that dances through the water. Deeper you dive, into the world where time slows, and the ocean whispers secrets long forgotten by the surface. The seafloor is a hidden gallery of natureâs artistry, where crystals and gems lie in wait, forged over eons by the earthâs elemental forces. Each one tells a storyâof undersea volcanoes, tectonic pressures, and the alchemical dance of minerals. Hae often speaks of these gems as if they are living beings, infused with the spirit of the ocean itself, each one a relic of the deepâs quiet, patient creation.
You smile to yourself, recalling her poetic musings, almost as if you were reading straight from her website. But you know the truth behind the beautyâthese crystals, formed through evaporation, precipitation, and the intricate dance of minerals, are more than just pretty stones. They are pieces of the earthâs heart, shaped by the hands of time and natureâs immense power. Sodium, magnesium, calcium, potassiumâtheir chemical symphony plays out in each crystal, each gem a unique testament to the forces that birthed it.
To you, they are not just beautifulâthey are a testament to the majesty of the natural world, a tangible link to the planetâs deep, unspoken history. Haeâs customers, too, are drawn to this connection, to the knowledge that each crystal was not mined en masse, but discovered and unearthed by your hands alone. This makes each piece not only ethically sourced but also one-of-a-kind, carrying with it a story that can never be replicated. And then, thereâs the healing. The myriad of spiritual properties attributed to these gems opens another world entirely, one that you and Hae have only begun to explore. Itâs a world where science and spirituality entwine, where the physical and the metaphysical dance in harmony. But for now, as you dive deeper into the oceanâs embrace, youâre content to simply marvel at natureâs handiwork, knowing that whatever treasures you find will carry a piece of this underwater realm back to the surface.
A glint catches your eye in the distance, a shimmer that pulls you deeper into the oceanâs embrace. Youâve lost track of how far youâve divedâperhaps just a few meters, or maybe more. Time seems to stretch and compress down here, as fluid as the water around you. A quick glance at your watch reveals that only ten minutes have passed, but you know you must be mindful of the oxygen left in your tank. Still, the oceanâs siren call urges you onward, tempting you with secrets yet to be unveiled.
Something blue sparkles ahead, its brilliance cutting through the murky depths, and you find yourself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Your body moves with the fluidity of the water, each motion a dance of instinct and harmony. Down here, youâre not just an explorerâyouâre a part of the ocean itself, swaying gently in time with the currents. The source of the light reveals itself as you approach a small rock formation, where gems of varying shades of blue glisten like forgotten stars scattered across the ocean floor. Aquamarine, calcite, and amazoniteâHaeâs voice echoes in your mind, recalling the knowledge sheâs shared with you. Aquamarine, the âSea Water Stone,â born from the cooling magma of the earthâs depths, its color an echo of the oceanâs own hues. Itâs a stone that calms the mind, eases stress, and sharpens communication, a talisman of courage and clarity. Blue calcite, a crystal forged from calcium, carbon, and oxygen, soothes like a lullaby, its gentle presence calming nerves and quieting anxieties. It also opens the mindâs eye, enhancing intuition and inner vision. And then thereâs amazonite, a gem youâve always favored. Its cool blue-green tones speak to your soul, a âStone of Courageâ that promotes truth, honor, and positive communication. It balances the masculine and feminine energies within, weaving harmony into the fabric of life. You reach out, your fingers brushing the rough texture of the rock, marveling at the beauty before you.
Carefully, you pull out your toolsâa smooth flat file and a soft silicone hammerâand begin to work. The gems yield to your skillful hands, and soon, youâve gathered a small collection of aquamarine, blue calcite, and amazonite, each piece a perfect reflection of the oceanâs quiet majesty. You tuck them safely into your bag, their weight a comforting presence at your side.
But the ocean isnât done with you yet. You swim further, your eyes scanning the seabed where kelp and other sea plants sway like ethereal dancers. A small cave catches your attention, its entrance barely large enough to accommodate you, but youâre compelled to explore. You squeeze through the narrow opening, and the sight that greets you steals your breath away.
Before you lies a treasure trove of green crystals, their surfaces shimmering like serpent scales. SerpentineâHae has spoken of this gem, formed deep within the Earthâs mantle by the transformation of silicate minerals through water. This is your first time finding it, and you canât help but marvel at its beauty, the green hues reminiscent of a forest hidden beneath the waves. You run your fingers over the rough surface, feeling the ancient energy thrumming within the stone. Carefully, you chip away a few pieces, their weight adding to the growing collection in your bag.
But the bag is heavy now, laden with the oceanâs gifts, and a glance at your watch tells you itâs time to return. With a reluctant sigh, you leave the cave behind, swimming back toward the surface, your heart still lingering in the depths. As you break through the water, the sunlight dazzles your eyes, and Hae is there, her hands reaching out to help you back onto the boat. The weight of your gear is a burden youâre glad to shed, and you push the bag toward her, eager to share your discoveries.
âWow!â she exclaims, her eyes wide with wonder as she sifts through the gems. âYou really found a lotâand serpentine? Youâve never found that before. My customers are going to be over the moon!â
Her excitement is infectious, and you canât help but smile. âThat makes it all worth it,â you say, pulling off your hydro fin shoes with a satisfied sigh. âBut Iâm keeping one piece of serpentine for myselfâitâs too beautiful to part with.â
Hae nods, still mesmerized by the treasures youâve brought to the surface. The joy in her eyes is a reflection of your own, and you feel a deep contentment settle over you. The ocean has shared its secrets with you once again, and as you breathe in the fresh air, you know that the bond you share with the sea is stronger than ever.
You sail home under the setting sun, the oceanâs breeze carrying with it the scent of salt and adventure. The rhythmic lapping of the waves against the boat lulls you into a state of serene satisfaction. Back on land, you join Hae in her cozy apartment, where the warmth of the evening light filters through the windows. Her small photo studio, a creative sanctuary tucked into a corner, is ready for the treasures youâve unearthed. Together, you arrange the crystals with care, each one glistening like a piece of the oceanâs soul captured in stone. The camera clicks, preserving the gemsâ beauty for the world to see, as Haeâs artistic eye transforms them into visions of wonder. The process is swift but meaningful, a quiet ritual that binds your shared passions. Soon, the crystals will grace her webshop, ready to bring a touch of the seaâs magic to those who seek it.
âThis collection is huge, Namjoon,â Hoseok remarks with a warm smile, his gaze sweeping over the shimmering array of gems that adorn the older mermanâs room. âThereâs so much history embedded in these walls,â he adds, pointing to the meticulously arranged stones, and Namjoon feels a flush of pride rise to his cheeks. Heâs poured countless hours into curating this collection, each gemâsome calcite, larimar, jasper, peridotite, amazonite, and serpentineâbearing the weight of time and the oceanâs secrets.
Yoongi casts a sidelong glance at Namjoon and his prized collection, murmuring with a wry grin, âItâs impressive... but also incredibly dorky.â
Hoseok bursts into laughter, his joy so radiant that for a moment, Namjoon thinks they donât need the sun in their underwater worldâHoseokâs light is enough to illuminate the depths.
âIâm not a dork,â Namjoon protests, crossing his arms over his bare torso in an attempt to feign indignation, but his stern expression does little to sway the younger mermen. Their laughter echoes through the water, a melody of friendship that only strengthens the bond between them.
âNerd, then,â Hoseok offers through another burst of laughter, his voice rippling through the water like bubbles rising to the surface. Yoongi, ever the skeptic, merely rolls his eyes, already weary of the conversation. Namjoon can sense that Yoongiâs thoughts have drifted elsewhereâlikely back to his bed, where he longs to sleep away the rest of the day. But Namjoonâs heart beats with a different rhythm, one that craves adventure. He usually embarks on treasure swims with his friend Soo-ah, but sheâs preoccupied with her fiancĂ©, Seokjin, as they prepare for their upcoming wedding.
Namjoon casts a glance at his friends, hoping theyâll soon take their leave so he can slip away into the inviting embrace of the sea. The room feels too small for his restless spirit, and the ocean beyond the walls calls to him like a sirenâs song. He had initially invited them over for their monthly book club, but the gathering has devolved into something else entirelyâHoseok couldnât stop laughing at the protagonistâs ridiculous misadventures, and Yoongi, true to form, had forgotten to read the book altogether. The story, plucked from the land above, strikes Hoseok as particularly odd and amusing, especially since heâs never set foot on land himself.
âBook clubâs over, right?â Yoongi asks with a resigned sigh, his voice heavy with fatigue, as if the very mention of reading has drained him further.
âYeah, but do try to read the next book for next month,â Namjoon chides gently, though he knows his words will likely fall on deaf ears. Yoongi merely shrugs, not even bothering to pick up the worn book as he drifts toward the door. Namjoon watches them go, rolling his eyes as Hoseok flashes him a soft smile and a thumbs-up before they swim off to their respective homes.
As their laughter fades into the distance, Namjoon finally feels the freedom to pursue the adventure that has been stirring within him all day. The sea awaits, vast and full of mysteries, and he is eager to explore its depths once more.
Namjoon exhales a deep sigh, the weight of his thoughts momentarily heavy, but he renews his energy by nibbling on some fresh kelp. The taste is crisp and briny, filling him with the vitality he needs for the journey ahead. With a determined glint in his eye, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and sets off on his adventure. The sea has always been his home, its vast expanse a comforting embrace. His parents, both scholars dedicated to preserving the rich history of their underwater city, have instilled in him a love for the past. But while they focus on teaching the young minds of the city, Namjoonâs heart has always been drawn to the secrets hidden within the earthâgems and stones that hold their own silent histories.
He propels himself forward, his baby blue tail cutting through the water with graceful precision. As he gathers speed, the fish scatter in a dazzling display, their scales catching the light as they dart away. The underwater world rushes past in a vibrant blur of color, until something shimmering in the distance catches his eye.
Ahead, perched on a rock formation, are gleaming clusters of calcite and aquamarine, their surfaces dancing with the light that filters through the water. The sunâs rays, fractured by the waves above, cast a spectrum of blues across the gems, making them shimmer like the sky at twilight. Namjoonâs breath catches in his throat, as it always does when faced with such natural beauty. Each gem is a masterpiece of time and pressure, a testament to the earthâs patient artistry. He reaches out, reverently running his fingers over the cool, smooth surfaces, feeling the ancient energy thrumming within them.
He pulls out his tools, careful not to disturb the surrounding environment, and begins to collect a few of the precious stones. As he works, he remembers Soo-ah and selects a particularly radiant piece to bring back to her, a token of their shared love for the oceanâs treasures.
But his heart skips a beat when he notices something unsettlingâmany of the gems have already been harvested, leaving only a few scattered remnants behind. A frown creases his brow as he wonders who could have beaten him to this spot. None of his friends share his passion for collecting gems. Sure, Taehyung enjoys gathering trinkets and curiosities, but stones have never been his interest. The thought of another collector in these waters feels strangely alien, a mystery that tugs at the edges of his mind.
Who else, he wonders, could be drawn to these underwater treasures with the same fervor that drives him?
You find yourself submerged once more, the embrace of the ocean welcoming you into its depths as you embark on yet another treasure hunt, eager to unearth new crystals. Your path leads you back to the familiar cave where you previously discovered the serpentine and calcite, their beauty still vivid in your memory. Yet, something feels different this timeâthere are fewer crystals adorning the rock formation and scattered across the seabed. The oceanâs depths, a canvas for natureâs exquisite artistry, have always been a sanctuary for the many fascinating crystals that dwell there. But youâve never encountered another diver who collects them as passionately as you do. The realization leaves you momentarily puzzled, until a flicker of purple catches your eye in the distance.
Intrigued, you glide through the water with graceful urgency, approaching the new discovery. As you draw closer, you recognize the delicate gray and rose-hued crystals as lepidolite, known for its ability to enhance astral travel and lucid dreaming. Youâve rarely come across these gems in your dives, and even now, only a few precious stones cling to the rock formation. Carefully, you retrieve your tools and begin to collect the lepidolite, tucking each piece into your bag with a sense of reverence.
Continuing along the seabed, you pass by schools of vibrant fish, their colors a blur of life around you, until something extraordinary catches your attentionâmassive aquamarine crystals, far larger than any youâve ever seen before. They seem to pulse with a quiet energy, drawing you in with their mesmerizing blue hue. As you approach with a gentle hand, you feel an inexplicable connection to the gems, as if they are whispering tales of the oceanâs mysteries and the magnificence of the world beneath the waves.
Gingerly, you touch the aquamarines, and a surge of calm washes over you, a tranquility deeper than anything youâve ever experienced. The sensation is strange, yet profoundly soothing, as if the ocean itself is sharing its serenity with you.Â
Taking your time, you inspect the crystals, standing tall on a rocky pedestal surrounded by pink sea bushes and kelp that sways in the waterâs current. A few curious fish glide by as you carefully chip away at the base of the crystal, hoping to extract a substantial piece. When you finally succeed, you notice something peculiarâthe crystalâs twin, the piece that once stood beside it, is missing. The jagged edge where it was removed is unmistakable. The question lingers in your mind, unsettling and persistent: Who has taken the other piece?
As you wonder who else might be drawn to the allure of these hidden gems, your hands continue their careful work, collecting a few more of the larger pieces, along with several smaller ones. You know that the smaller stones, though modest in size, still carry the same potent energy as their grander counterparts, and some people cherish them all the more for their delicate beauty. Each crystal, whether large or small, holds within it the oceanâs quiet wisdom, waiting to be shared.
Gently, you tuck the treasures into your bag, the weight of them a comforting reminder of the seaâs generosity. With a final, lingering glance at the shimmering aquamarines, you propel yourself upward, your body moving effortlessly through the waterâs embrace. As you break through the surface, the world above greets you with a rush of air and sunlight. Hae is there, her arms open wide, her smile as warm as the sun. She helps you back into the boat, her touch gentle and reassuring, as if she understands the wonders youâve just encountered below.
Once youâre back in the boat, the weight of your gear feels heavier than ever as you remove it, but your heart is light with the excitement of your discoveries. You eagerly reveal your treasures to Hae, each crystal glinting in the sunlight as you lay them before her. With a grin, you hold up the largest aquamarine, its cool blue depths mirroring the ocean below. âThis oneâs mine,â you declare, the gem feeling like a piece of the sea itself in your hand. But then your tone grows more serious as you add, âI think thereâs another diver out there collecting gems. So many were missing from the formation.â
Haeâs eyes widen, her smile fading into a look of concern. You can almost see the wheels turning in her mind, already strategizing, perhaps even considering whether itâs time to move to a new, more secluded spot. The thought of competition makes her uneasy, her gaze drifting over the precious stones as if they might vanish any moment.
Sensing her anxiety, you place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. âDonât worry,â you say with quiet confidence. âIâll dig around, find out who it is. Weâve come too far to let this unsettle us.â Your words are meant to calm her, to remind her that together, youâve weathered challenges before. After all, her webshop, with its unique blend of spirituality and sustainability, has always stood out in a sea of imitators.
Hae exhales softly, her tension easing as she meets your gaze. âOkay, thank you,â she murmurs, her hands gently gathering the remaining crystals, leaving you with your cherished aquamarine. The stone gleams in your palm, a symbol of the bond between you and the sea, and now, a silent vow to protect what youâve both worked so hard to build.
The pull of the ocean is undeniable, a quiet voice in the depths of your soul that beckons you toward the gem, as if it carries the very essence of the sea within its crystalline heart. You know instantly that this piece belongs by your side, a reminder of the oceanâs mysteries and your bond with its vast, hidden world. The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the water as you sail back to shore, the quiet lapping of waves a soothing lullaby.
Returning to your apartment, you flick on the light, the familiar space bathed in a soft glow as you carefully place your ocean gift on the nightstand beside your bed. The gem catches the light, its surface shimmering like the sea at dawn. With a contented sigh, you brush your teeth, the routine grounding you after the dayâs adventure. But as you lay in bed, your mind drifts back to the ocean, and sleep comes quickly, filled with dreams of underwater realms and the treasures that lie beneath.
Yet, even in sleep, a question nags at you. For days, the mystery has lingered in your thoughtsâwho could be venturing into the depths to collect gems alongside you? Your research has led you nowhere, each inquiry a dead end. No diver you know is as daring, or perhaps as mad, as you, willing to plunge into the oceanâs deepest reaches. The puzzle gnaws at you, an itch you canât quite scratch, and the frustration builds like a storm on the horizon. It feels as if the answer is just out of reach, hidden beneath the waves, and the more you dwell on it, the more it drives you to the edge of your patience, a riddle you are desperate to unravel.
Driven by a spark of determination, youâve hatched a bold planâto dive back into the depths and catch the mysterious intruder whoâs been claiming your precious gems. Hae thinks itâs a dumb idea, but she indulges you, knowing your spirit is as restless as the ocean itself. And so, once again, you find yourself out on the boat, with Hae in the vast expanse of the ocean under the midday sun. The boat sways gently, a rhythmic dance on the waterâs surface as you methodically pull on your gearâyour oxygen tanks, goggles, and hydro fins. The final touch is your backpack, securely fastened to the tank, ready to hold whatever treasures you might uncover.
With purpose in your heart and a steely resolve, you press your arms together and plunge into the oceanâs embrace. The world above fades away as you descend into the deep, your body slicing through the water with graceful determination. Thoughts of the smaller boats you saw earlier linger in your mind, fueling your hope that this dive will lead you to your elusive rival.
As you dive deeper, the current cradles you, guiding your body as you sway with the oceanâs rhythm, until you reach the seabed. The familiar terrain unfolds before you, a place youâve visited many times, yet now it feels different, touched by the presence of another. Only a few small gems remain, their glint a reminder of whatâs been taken. You scan your surroundingsâkelp sways like dancers in the current, fish dart about in a symphony of colorsâbut no sign of competition yet.
Undeterred, you press on, swimming further along the seabed, following the contours of rocky formations. Your heart quickens as you reach a familiar spot, the place where you once unearthed a magnificent aquamarine. But as you approach, your breath catchesâthe rockâs surface is nearly barren, the aquamarine all but vanished, save for a few remaining shards that catch the light. Your fingers hover over the stone, tracing the empty space where the gems once gleamed, now a haunting reminder of whatâs been lost to unseen hands.
A sudden jolt, like a spark of electricity, tingles through your fingertips, and before you can react, a blur of blue fills your vision, distorting the world around you. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the haze, but it remainsâan ethereal presence in the water. Then, you feel a light, almost playful poke against your cheek, and a startled scream escapes into your mouthpiece, sending a cascade of bubbles spiraling upwards.
Instinctively, you jerk backward, heart pounding, as you struggle to comprehend whatâs before you. Noâthis canât be real. Itâs not another diver. Itâs not even human.
In front of you, suspended in the water like a living dream, is a merman. His face, heart-shaped and adorned with eyes like dragon-like darkened amber, is framed by short, blue hair that floats gently around his soft cheeks, jawline and pointed chin. Thin soft eyebrows arch over those wide, curious eyesâeyes that seem to hold all the wonder of the deep. His lips, thick and juicy are slightly parted in a soft âo,â convey a mix of curiosity and surprise. Your gaze travels over his tall frame down to his bare chest, lean and strong, and then to the tailâan iridescent baby blue, shimmering with every subtle movement, a perfect extension of the oceanâs beauty.Â
A wiggling tail instead of legs.
You blink again, desperate to make sense of the vision before you. A merman⊠It has to be.
He drifts closer, his tail flicking gracefully as he reaches out to poke your chin once more, his voice resonating through the water with an almost melodic quality. âAre you human?â he asks, his tone gentle yet filled with the wonder of a child discovering something new.
Your mind races, and you nod frantically, unable to speak with the mouthpiece still in your mouth, your feet paddling in the water as you fight to steady yourself. The reality of the moment crashes over you like a waveâthis is no fantasy. A merman is right in front of you.
As your gaze falls on the backpack strapped to his shoulders, you notice a subtle shimmer, a gleam of something precious. In that instant, the pieces fall into placeâheâs the one. Heâs the mysterious collector, your unexpected rival in this underwater hunt for gems.
âIâve seen humans before,â he continues, his voice carrying an almost casual tone as he swims around you, studying you like a creature from another world, âbut Iâve never seen one dressed like you.â
Your heart aches to respond, to ask a million questions, but with the mouthpiece in place, all you can do is let him circle you, his eyes filled with an innocent fascination. The silence between you is heavy with unspoken words, each glance exchanged like a whispered secret between the ocean and the sun.
As you take in the sight before you, your eyes are drawn to a necklace resting against his chest, the small piece of aquamarine nestled between the firm contours of his tittiesâchest, you mean chest! The gem, cradled in the hollow where his muscles meet, glimmers softly, almost as if itâs alive with the very essence of the sea. You canât help but stare in awe, the allure of it tugging at something deep within you. Thank heavens for your goggles, masking the blush that would otherwise give away your wandering thoughts.
âYou look funny,â he remarks, his voice laced with innocent curiosity as he reaches out to grab one of your hydro fin shoes. The unexpected touch throws you off balance, and for a moment, you find yourself flipping weightlessly in the water, your body twisting like a leaf caught in a gentle current.
âIs this supposed to be like a mermaidâs tail?â he asks, holding your foot aloft as though it were some ancient relic to be deciphered. His brow furrows in concentration, and you canât help but feel a mix of amusement and bewilderment at the sight.
Instinctively, you jerk your foot back, breaking free from his grasp, and you push against the water with frantic kicks, a glance at your watch reminding you that time is running out. As much as you wish to linger here, captivated by the mermanâs presence, the pressing need to return to the surface propels you upward.
âHey! Whereâre you going?â he calls after you, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation, but youâre already too focused on reaching the surface to notice the distress in his expression. The thought of what could happen if you donât make it in time isnât one youâre willing to entertain.
Breaking through the waterâs surface, you take off the mouthpiece and gulp in fresh air, scanning the horizon until you spot your boat, a distant speck where Hae waits, the other vessels having long since disappeared. It seems manageable, this swim back to the boat, as long as you stay above waterâyour oxygen tank now empty, its weight a reminder of how close you cut it.
But before you can begin the swim, something solid collides with you, stopping you in your tracks. âOw,â you exclaim, startled as you float backward, only to find yourself face to face with a familiar figure, his blue hair dripping wet above the waves.
âHi,â the merman says with a smile, his dimples appearing like little pools of light in the sun. The simple word carries a warmth that catches you off guard, and for a moment, youâre lost in the easy charm of his grin, the ocean around you feeling suddenly smaller, as if it were just the two of you in this vast, endless world.
âHi,â you greet him with a soft smile, still astonished that he followed you to the surface at all. A swirl of unspoken questions rises in your chest, but they tangle in your throat, leaving you staring at him, wide-eyed and speechless. The world seems to blur, save for the merman before you, his wet blue hair plastered against his forehead, his dragon-like eyes sweeping over you with a curious intensity, as if heâs memorizing every detail.
âWhatâs all that stuff youâve got on?â he asks, pointing a slender finger at your goggles and then at the oxygen tanks strapped securely to your back.
âThese?â you say, finding your voice as you point to your goggles. âThey help me see underwater,â you pause, feeling the weight of the tanks pulling at your shoulders, âAnd these let me breathe while I diveâthey hold the oxygen I need when Iâm down there.â You gesture to the tanks behind you, your explanation feeling small in the face of his wide, unblinking curiosity.
He hums thoughtfully, nodding as if piecing together a puzzle. âMakes sense,â he says at last, though his gaze strays past you, catching sight of Hae waving from the boat that rocks gently on the surface, her silhouette framed by the scorching sun.
âI... I have to get back,â you mumble, pointing toward your friend, the words feeling heavy as they leave your lips. You try to steady your thoughts, but they swirl like the currents beneath the sea, a thousand questions dancing just beneath the surface, questions you donât quite dare to voice.
âOkay,â he says, but thereâs a flicker of something in his eyesâhesitation, perhaps. âBut before you goâŠâ His voice halts your movements, drawing you back to him like the pull of the tide. You turn toward him again, heart fluttering in the quiet space between you, as if the ocean itself is holding its breath, waiting to see what comes next.
âWhatâs your name?â His voice is soft, carrying a gentleness that ripples through the water.
âItâs ___,â you reply, offering him a smile thatâs both shy and warm.
âThatâs pretty,â he says, and when his lips part into a smile, his dimples carve deep into his cheeks, making him almost impossibly cute, but dangerously so.Â
âIâm Namjoon.âÂ
His name lingers between you like a secret, sweet and mysterious. âWill I see you again?â he asks, tilting his head slightly, his brow raised in curious hope.
You canât help the grin that spreads across your face, the warmth filling your chest. Thereâs something about himâthis enchanting creature of the deepâthat makes you feel drawn in, like the tide itself is pulling you closer. You nod, the joy bubbling up inside you as you answer, âSee you later, Namjoon.â Thereâs more than one reason you want to see him again. The unspoken questions whirl in your mind, but thereâs also the thrillâbecause maybe, just maybe, you want to get your hands on the best crystals before he does.
As you turn and swim back toward Hae, your thoughts a mess of wonder and disbelief, a blush warms your cheeks. Did you just make a date with a merman? The thought sends a tingle of excitement through you. But when you glance back to where he was, Namjoon is already gone, having disappeared beneath the shimmering surface, like a dream fading with the dawn.
You finally make it to the boat, the sun still hanging high, bathing everything in golden light. As Hae helps you out of the water and hands you a towel, her eyes are wide with confusion. âWho was that? And how did he just vanish into the water like that, without any diving gear?â
âA merman,â you pant, peeling off your oxygen tanks and goggles. The words slip out of your mouth so naturally, like itâs something youâd say every day. Not the revelation of a magical creature, but a simple truth.
Hae stares at you, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. âIâm sorry, what?â
âA merman,â you repeat, more firmly this time.
âA merman?â she echoes, her voice faint and incredulous, as if the very idea is too fantastical to grasp.
âYes. A goddamn merman,â you say, grinning wide as you meet her disbelieving gaze. âScaly tail and all.â And then the absurdity of it all hits you, and before you know it, youâre laughingâa bright, bubbling sound that lifts the tension from your chest.
Hae blinks, her mind racing to catch up with the truth youâve laid before her. When she finally does, her gaze shifts to the shimmering crystals youâve collected, and without another word, she turns the boat towards home, lost in thought as the ocean waves lap against the sides. And all you can do is sit there, the excitement of your encounter buzzing through your veins, as you wonder about the next time youâll meet Namjoon beneath the waves.
The next time you set sail, the open sea stretching endlessly before you, a current of giddy anticipation courses through your veins. Thoughts of the blue-haired merman, Namjoon, fill your mind, sparking excitement deep within your chest. Will he be there today, waiting beneath the waves? You wish you could speak with him underwater, to ask him the thousand questions swirling in your heart, but the surface would have to do for now. You canât help but smile at the thought of seeing him again.
Hae steers the boat through the shimmering water, the horizon vast and infinite. As you slip on your gear and dive beneath the surface, the oceanâs cool embrace pulls you into its depths. You swim purposefully, eyes scanning the underwater world, searching for both gems and a glimpse of Namjoon.Â
Suddenly, something blue catches your eye, sparkling in the distance. Your pulse quickens as you think, just for a moment, that it might be him. But as you swim closer, your heart sinksâitâs only a cluster of aquamarine, glittering like pieces of fallen sky. You feel a bit foolish, letting your hopes get the better of you. Shaking off the disappointment, you turn your attention to the task at hand, collecting the gems with careful precision, though your thoughts continue to drift back to the mysterious merman.
You move to a new spot, finding a hidden cave adorned with larimar crystals. The stones are breathtakingâswirls of blue, white, and gray blending like waves crashing upon a shore, smooth and radiant. The sight brings a smile to your face, the beauty of the moment settling into your heart. You gently gather some of the crystals, placing them in your bag with reverence, as if each one carries a secret.
Just as youâre about to leave the cave, a shadow falls across the entrance. Your heart skips a beat, startled by the sudden presence. But then, the familiar voice reaches your ears, warm and apologetic, and you see himâNamjoon, his figure filling the space, his smile soft and full of quiet charm.
âI didnât mean to scare you,â he says, his hand nervously scratching the back of his head, his eyes filled with a gentle sincerity.
Relief washes over you, and with a playful wave of your hands, you signal that itâs okayâthat he neednât worry. How you wish you could speak to him down here, let your words float freely in the water like the bubbles escaping from your gear. But for now, your gestures will have to suffice. Your smile says the restâyouâre just glad to see him again.
âYouâre collecting crystals, right?â Namjoon asks, his voice cutting through the liquid silence as he gestures toward your already bulging bag. You nod in response, still catching your breath from the weight of the gems youâve gathered.
âDo you want me to show you a cave with lepidolite?â he mumbles, his tone casual but a bit uncertain. âTheyâre pretty rare, but I know of a cave thatâs full of them.â For a fleeting moment, you wonder if this is the oceanâs version of Netflix and chill, the awkwardness of the offer landing with the charm of a bad pickup line. You canât help but smile at the thought.Â
Still, you nod, knowing that Hae would be thrilled to get her hands on more lepidolite, and besides, youâre curious. You figure underwater Netflix and chill is a bit different from what youâre used to anyway.
Namjoon leads the way, his brilliant blue tail weaving effortlessly through the water, shimmering like sunlight caught in a sapphire. You trail behind him, captivated by the rhythmic sway of his form, the way his muscles ripple across his broad back like waves sculpted by some divine hand. You canât help but wonderâdo they even have gyms down here? The sight of him, so fluid and powerful, is mesmerizing, and before you know it, time seems to slip away, your focus narrowing to the subtle dance of his movements.
âThis is the cave,â he suddenly announces, pulling you out of your reverie. You hadnât realized just how long youâd been swimming, utterly absorbed by the quiet beauty of the journey and him.
You follow him inside, and the sight that greets you takes your breath awayâdeep violet lepidolite, sparkling in the dim light like stars scattered across a twilight sky. Youâre awestruck by the sheer abundance, the rare gems nestled into the cave walls as if nature had painted this secret world just for you.
âBeautiful, right?â Namjoon giggles softly, his voice echoing gently through the cavern as you nod, too taken by the sight to speak. You pull out your tools, carefully beginning to gather the precious stones, all while feeling the warmth of his gaze lingering on you. His silent watchfulness stirs a strange flustered feeling inside, like heâs studying you with the same intensity youâve used to admire him.
Once your bag is heavy with lepidolite, Namjoon takes you on a quiet tour of other hidden gem spots. Each place he shows you feels like a secret whispered by the ocean itself, and soon your collection grows so large that the weight of it tugs at you, as if the sea itself is trying to pull you back down. When Namjoon offers to carry your bag, you try to refuse at first, clinging to your independence. But as your arms grow heavy, you relent, watching in awe as he effortlessly takes your overloaded bag, slinging it across his broad frame with ease. He carries it as though the weight is nothing, his strength as graceful as the tides themselves.
With a raised arm, you gesture that itâs time to surfaceâyour oxygen running low, the familiar ache of needing air settling into your chest. He seems to understand immediately, and together you ascend, the world around you turning brighter as you rise toward the surface.
Breaking through the water, you gasp in the fresh air, peeling off your goggles and mouthpiece, eager to speak to him in the open air. Namjoon surfaces beside you, droplets clinging to his skin as the sun catches the water in his hair, casting a shimmering halo around his smiling face.
âWe should do this again,â he says, his voice warm and full of excitement. âWasnât it fun?â
âIt really was,â you reply with a smile, your heart still buzzing from the underwater adventure. âThank you for showing me all those caves. My friend, Hae, is going to be over the moon,â you say, casting a glance toward the boat swaying gently in the distance.
âThatâs great to hear,â Namjoon replies, his voice as smooth as the rippling waves.
A flicker of frustration tugs at your chest, and you bite your lip. âI just wish I could talk to you down there,â you admit, your words heavy with a longing that feels both simple and profound.
âIt would be nice, yeah,â he muses, his soft smile brightened by the sunlight. âBut I donât mind coming up here to talk. I like the air up here too,â he adds with a gentle chuckle, his gaze warm and steady.
âI have so many questions,â you blurt out, the words escaping you before you can hold them back. Thereâs too much wonder bottled up inside you, too much curiosity, and it needs to spill over.
Namjoon laughs, a sound so genuine it feels like sunlight breaking through clouds. âShoot,â he says, his dimples deepening like two small whirlpools at the corners of his mouth.
You pause, your mind swimming with possibilities, before settling on the most obvious. âAre you the only merman, or⊠are there more of you?â you ask, your voice tinged with awe.
âThere are more,â he says with pride, his chest lifting slightly. âThereâs a whole city beneath the seaâNaraeum, where we live.â His eyes gleam with the pride of someone who belongs to something ancient and wondrous.
A thrill runs through you at the revelation. An entire city of merfolk hidden beneath the waves. The thought makes your pulse quicken, the realization that youâve stumbled upon something so extraordinary, so secret, that few on the surface could even imagine it. You feel as if youâve been let in on the universeâs greatest mystery, and it fills you with a giddy excitement that hums like electricity in your veins.Â
âAre there cities or kingdoms beneath the waves? What are they like?â you ask, your voice soft with curiosity, eager to glimpse the world he calls home.
Namjoonâs eyes light up with a quiet pride. âNaraeum is a vast kingdom,â he begins, his words gentle yet full of wonder. âThereâs pink coral stretching as far as the eye can see, ancient golden buildings weathered by time, and bright green kelp that sways like dancers in the currents. Dark caves hide beneath the surface, teeming with lifeâfish, crabs, creatures of every kind. And at night, everything glows with bioluminescent light, turning the ocean into a dreamscape.â A faint blush rises on his cheeks as he adds, âMaybe I can show you one day.â
Your breath catches in your throat, the thought of seeing an underwater kingdom beyond anything youâve ever imagined. âThat sounds unbelievable. Iâd love to see Naraeum,â you say, barely able to contain the excitement bubbling within you. The idea of diving so deep, into a world untouched by human hands, feels too surreal to grasp.
âThere are other cities too,â Namjoon continues, a smile tugging at his lips. âSome are smaller, some are larger, but Naraeum is like the heart of our region, the capital of sorts,â he adds, the pride in his voice unmistakable.
Your mind whirls with possibilities, questions tumbling out before you can stop them. âDo you have art? Music? Stories? How do you create them underwater?â
Namjoon laughs, a full-bodied sound that echoes across the waves. âWe do,â he replies with a sparkle in his eyes. âHuman books, for oneâweâve learned to preserve them so they donât dissolve. Otherwise, we etch our stories on stone, carving our history into the bones of the sea. For music, we use instruments that echo your drums, flutes, and strings, but theyâre crafted from merfolk hair, delicate yet strong.â
He pauses, a wistful look crossing his face. âNaraeum is ancient, filled with art and stories older than any of us. But,â he adds, adjusting the heavy bag on his back, âI fear I donât have enough time to share them all right now. This bag,â he says with a light grin, âis starting to weigh me down.â
âOh right, the bag!â you exclaim, snapping back to reality as a wave of panic ripples through you. You mentally scold yourself for letting the moment sweep you away, your feet kicking gently against the water as you make your way toward the boat. Namjoon swims by your side, effortlessly graceful, his shimmering tail flickering beneath the surface.Â
Hae is there, waiting with a patient smile, and as she pulls you aboard, you reach out to take the heavy bag from Namjoonâs hands. âThank you so much,â you say, a warm smile spreading across your face despite the unspoken whirlpool of questions still swirling in your mind. You wish you could ask him everything, but those wonders will have to wait.
âItâs no trouble at all,â Namjoon replies, his voice soft like the lull of the ocean. His own smile is tender, a quiet acknowledgment that leaves you feeling light despite the weight of the bag.Â
Hae chimes in with a grin, âSo, youâre the famous merman,â she teases, still a little wide-eyed as Namjoon flashes his bright blue tail above the surface, the sight leaving her speechless. The tail vanishes just as quickly, a flicker of the magic below.
âIâll have to go now,â Namjoon says, his voice carrying a gentle farewell as he begins to swim backward, his gaze lingering on yours. âBut Iâll see you again soon, ___.â
A blush creeps up your cheeks, and despite yourself, you smile and wave, heart fluttering in a way thatâs both exhilarating and unsettling. You watch him dip beneath the waves, his form disappearing into the deep blue, leaving the water still and the air quiet.
Hae turns to you with a knowing look. âYouâve got a crush on the merman, donât you?â
You canât deny the warmth spreading through you, but you push the thought aside, the reality of it sinking in. Heâs a merman. Youâre human. It feels impossible, like something from a dream. But maybeâjust maybeâbeing friends isnât out of reach. Friends, you think, as if convincing yourself. That canât hurt... right?
In the following weeks, you find yourself swept into a world beyond imaginationâeach adventure with Namjoon feels like diving into a storybook of magic and wonder. He takes you to hidden underwater realms where gems glimmer like stars, and schools of fish, dolphins, and whales glide by as if itâs the most natural thing in the world. Itâs as though the ocean has opened up just for you, revealing its secrets with every dive. The more time you spend with him, the stronger your heart tugs, pulling you deeper into your feelings. You try, futilely, to convince yourself youâre just friends, but every shared laugh, every meaningful glance, makes that harder to believe.Â
Namjoon is an incredible friend, one who listens to your ramblings with genuine interest. His conversation is as vast and deep as the ocean itself, leading you into existential tangents that leave you pondering life and its mysteries long after the talks are over. You wish for moreâthereâs an ache that grows inside youâbut how could that even be possible? Heâs a merman, youâre human. It feels like some impossible fairy tale. Yet, youâve caught him stealing glances, his cheeks tinged with blush, and sometimes he gazes at you with an intensity that makes your heart flutter in ways you canât ignore. But does that mean anything? How do merfolk even love? You wonder if their hearts beat the same as yours.
One quiet afternoon, as you sit with the sun lazily dipping below the horizon on the boat, you find yourself asking the question thatâs been gnawing at your mind. âAre there any consequences if a merman falls in love with a human?â The words tumble out before you can stop them.Â
Namjoon, floating beside the boat, nearly chokes on the beer you brought him, his laughter turning into a cough as he searches for air. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, more careful. âThere arenât really... any consequences,â he murmurs, the tips of his ears turning pink. His eyes flicker nervously to your lips, then meet your eyes again, a quiet vulnerability swimming in their depths.
Good to know, you think, your heart skipping a beat. But before the blush overtakes you, you scramble to change the subject, your curiosity pulling you in another direction. âIs there magic in the ocean, like the old legends say? Can you control it?â
He laughs softly, the sound like the ebb and flow of waves. âThere is magic, but no, I canât control it. None of us can. Thereâs a Sea Witch, thoughâsheâs the only one with that kind of power, as far as I know.â His words are laced with mystery, and your mind spins with possibilities.
âCan merfolk live forever?â you ask, half-dreaming of a life that stretches beyond the boundaries of time.
âYes and no,â he replies, his voice thoughtful. âWe can live for so long it feels like forever, but weâre not truly immortal.â His gaze drifts across the water, as if pondering the weight of time itself.Â
âInteresting,â you murmur, your thoughts swirling. âWhat happens when a merperson dies, then? Is there an afterlife?â
Namjoonâs smile is wistful as he explains, âWhen a merperson dies, we hold a celebrationâa spiritual send-off, really. Thereâs singing, dancing, itâs more of a party than a funeral. We celebrate their journey into the afterlife.â You must look puzzled because he quickly adds, âIn the afterlife, we become ghosts. But if friends and family donât send you off properly, thereâs a chance the spirit might come back to haunt them.â He chuckles lightly, and you gasp, wide-eyed at the thought.
A cool breeze dances over the water, and for a moment, the world feels suspended between reality and the dreamlike expanse of the sea. You sit there, awed by the depth of his world, your heart both heavy with questions and light with wonder. And in that moment, despite the impossible distance between your two worlds, something seems to shiftâsomething delicate and unspoken. You donât know what the future holds, but maybe, just maybe, thereâs magic enough to bridge the divide.
He passes the beer back to you, and you take a gentle sip, letting the taste linger without wanting the haze of drunkenness to settle in. Out here, in the middle of the endless ocean, everything feels both vast and intimate. A small taste is enough.
âDo you ever feel lonely in the vastness of the sea?â you ask, a quiet melancholy softening your voice as you gaze out at the seemingly endless horizon. The sea is breathtaking, yes, but the weight of its endlessness stirs something in youâa humbling reminder of how small one can feel in such a world.
âSometimes,â Namjoon admits, his head dipping as his gaze finds the water. âThere are moments when the ocean feels too big, too quiet.â His voice is soft, vulnerable. âBut I have good friends,â he continues with a faint smile, âand I have my books when the solitude feels too heavy.â He looks at you with eyes warm and reassuring, as if to say that the sea might be vast, but heâs found beauty in its stillness.
âOh, what books do you like?â you chuckle lightly, trying to brighten the mood, though his quiet sincerity tugs at your heart.
âHuman books,â he replies with a gentle grin. âI love historical tales, but fiction is my favoriteâstories that let me dream of other worlds.â
You smile, curiosity dancing on your lips. âWhat kind of fiction? Should I bring you some next time?â The words tumble out before you can catch them, your eagerness spilling over into the space between you.
A blush blooms across his cheeks, so deep it even colors the tips of his ears. In a shy, almost bashful voice, he says, âI... I like romance.â His admission is soft, as if heâs unsure of how it will land.
You canât help but smile, your heart swelling with affection. Thereâs no shame in it, not to youâif anything, itâs endearing. âI have some romance books I can bring next time, if youâd like,â you offer, your voice gentle, feeling the warmth of your words fill the space between you.
Namjoonâs eyes sparkle, a soft wonder lighting them up as his blush deepens. âI wouldnât mind that,â he murmurs, his voice as tender as the evening breeze.
The sun has begun to sink lower, casting a golden glow over the water. Namjoon glances at the sky, then back at you with a smile that feels like the closing of a chapter. âItâs getting late. I was thinking... next time, I could show you Naraeum.â His voice is proud, almost glowing with the thought. âIf we go at night, the whole kingdom shines,â he adds, a spark of excitement in his eyes as he recalls the bioluminescent beauty he once described to you.
Your heart leaps at the thought. âIâd love that,â you say, feeling the pull of the oceanâs magic once more. âIâll ask Hae to man the boat, so Iâm not alone when itâs time to head back.â
Namjoon nods, his smile softening as the sun dips lower, its light casting golden hues over both the water and his blue hair. âSee you soon,â he says, waving as he begins to slip beneath the surface.
You wave back, feeling the warmth of his presence linger, even as you sail toward the shore, the fading sunlight a reminder that the ocean holds many mysteries yet to be uncovered. And with each adventure, your connection to him deepens, like a current pulling you both to something inevitable.
"Iâm telling you, youâre totally whipped, man," Yoongi says with a playful eye roll, his voice teasing but laced with truth.
âIâm not,â Namjoon protests, crossing his arms defensively, but deep down, he knows resistance is futile. His friends have been relentless, teasing him ever since you entered his lifeâhow his smile stretches wider, brighter, after spending time with you, how your name slips into conversations that have nothing to do with the human world. Itâs like youâve seeped into his very soul. He knows heâs fallen, and fallen hard, but the weight of his feelings confuses him. He has no idea how to navigate them, unsure of your heart, or if you could even feel the same pull toward him. And how could it ever work between you two? The thought of venturing onto land to be with you dances through his mind like a fragile dream, but thereâs a storm of questions swirling beneath the surfaceâquestions heâs too afraid to ask, too scared to drown in all the unknowns.
âJust donât get your heart broken,â Yoongi mutters, his voice softer now, tinged with caution. Namjoon nods, the words settling heavily in his chest like stones sinking to the ocean floor.
âHey man, donât throw your past experiences at Joonie like that!â Jimin chimes in, smacking Yoongiâs shoulder, a little too forcefully judging by Yoongiâs wince. âIf heâs in love, he should go for it. Take the dive, see where the current leads him,â the blonde merman insists, eyes sparkling with mischief and optimism, trying to fill Namjoonâs heart with hope, pushing away the shadows Yoongiâs cynicism casts.
Namjoon, though, can only sigh. âI just donât knowâŠ,â he mumbles, fingers trailing along the spines of his beloved books, rearranging them in some futile attempt to quiet the storm inside him. Anything to busy himself, anything to keep thoughts of you from consuming him. But itâs hopelessâwhy does his mind keep drifting back to you, like the tide, relentless and unyielding?
âIt will never work,â Yoongi shrugs with a quiet scoff, his voice carrying the weight of someone whoâs seen too many relationships slip away. His words linger in the air, heavy like the deep sea.
Jimin, unphased, shoots him a scolding glare. âYou never know that,â he says firmly. âJust because your love lifeâs been a shipwreck doesnât mean itâs the same for everyone else.â Thereâs a sharp edge to his words, a flicker of irritation.
âAnd look at Seokjin and Soo-ah!â Jimin adds, his voice lifting again, the gleam of an idea flickering in his eyes. âSoo-ah was human once too, remember? She turned mermaid for love. Maybe ___ would want to become a mermaid as well? Who knows what fate has in store,â he grins, ever the romantic, eager to plant seeds of possibility in Namjoonâs mind.
Namjoonâs heart stirs at the thought, but even the idea feels like a dream too distant, too fragile to reach. Could you really be part of his world? Could love, like the sea, find a way to bridge the impossible distance between you?
âI would never put that on her. She has a lifeâone sheâs likely content with on land. I couldnât ask her to leave it behind,â Namjoon says, his voice laced with breathless resignation, as though the weight of his own feelings has left him deflated, crushed beneath the impossibility of it all.Â
âSheâs a good friend. Iâll just... enjoy what we have for now,â he adds softly, placing the book youâd given him gently on his nightstand, his fingers lingering on the cover. He already treasures it, not for the words it contains, but because it came from you. Though he hasnât yet reached the end, he finds himself lost in the pages, immersed in the tale of a woman struggling with feelings for her best friendâtorn between preserving their friendship or risking everything for love. If Namjoon sees a reflection of his own heart in those pages, heâll never admit it, not even to himself.
âLove sucks anyway,â Yoongi mutters, his voice sharp and bitter, like a wound still raw and bleeding.
âYouâre killing the vibe, Yoon,â Jimin sighs, shaking his head as he swims closer to Namjoon, his energy warm and comforting.Â
âDonât listen to him,â Jimin adds, draping an arm around Namjoonâs broad shoulders, trying to lift the weight that presses down on his friend. âHeâs the last person you want advice from when it comes to love. Heâs forgotten what it means to believe in it.â Jimin shoots another glare at Yoongi, who merely shrugs, unmoved.
Namjoon lets out a weary sigh. He likes youâno, more than likes you. Perhaps heâs even in love, but heâs still learning to come to terms with that revelation. What if telling you his feelings drives you away? What if, in confessing his heart, he loses the precious friendship youâve built together? You, whoâve brought laughter and life into his days. Heâs never been close to a human before, not like this, and the thought of losing you weighs heavier than the ocean above him.Â
Itâs not like he hasnât ventured to land before, tasted fleeting moments with humansâflings that flickered out as quickly as they began. But this, you, feel different. And heâs in deep water now, uncertain of the way forward. It doesnât matter to him that youâre human. If you were a mermaid, he doubts it would make things easier. What draws him to you isnât your species, itâs your soul.Â
Itâs the way your hair dances in the wind, or how it clings to your skin when itâs soaked from the sea. The way your cheeks flush red, that soft blush that dusts even the bridge of your nose. The way bubbles rise and swirl around you when you dive beneath the waves, how your lashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly. The way your presence calms the storm inside him, as though you carry the quiet strength of the sea itself.
Yes, Namjoon thinks, his heart heavy with the undeniable truth. Heâs got it bad.
âHae, I donât know what to do,â you sigh, the weight of indecision pressing down on you as you sit at the coffee shop, staring at the steam rising from your untouched cup. You feel like you could pull your hair out, frustration boiling inside as you wait for the coffee to cool, though itâs really your emotions that need calming.
The midday sunlight filters through the window, casting soft golden light over your table, but you canât appreciate the warmth. Your mind is too restless. What are you supposed to do with these feelings?
âItâs actually quite simple,â Hae says, her tone far too casual for the magnitude of what youâre feeling. She takes a sip of her coffeeâhow does she drink it so scalding hot?âand you scoff softly, half out of envy, half in disbelief at how calm she seems. âYou just have to talk to him.â
You groan, the sound louder than you intended, pulling curious glances from the tables around you. Embarrassed, you lower your voice, but the frustration lingers, tugging at your insides like a tangled knot.Â
âItâs not that easy,â you say, pushing your coffee aside. âWhat if he doesnât like me? What if I ruin everything between us?â Your voice drops to a whisper as your hands fall to your lap, palms sweaty and clammy. âHow would it even work? Heâs a merman, Hae. I... Iâm just me.â
Hae raises an eyebrow, amused. âGirlâhave you seriously not noticed the way he looks at you?â
You blink. âWhat do you mean? He looks at me... normal.â
She gives you a look that suggests you might be the most oblivious person on the planet. âNah. He looks at you like heâs ready to drown in your eyesâlike youâre his whole world.â
Her words hit you like a sudden wave, stealing your breath for a moment. Could she be right? Youâve never seen Namjoon look at you like that, at least not in a way you could recognize.Â
âReally?â you whisper, unsure, heart fluttering with both hope and fear.
âYes,â she emphasizes, laughing a little as she sets her cup down. âYouâre kinda stupid for not noticing.â
You finally take a tentative sip of your now-warm coffee, trying to hide the way her words unravel you. As the warmth settles in your chest, your mind starts racing, replaying all the moments youâve shared with Namjoon, all the times heâs looked at you, spoken to you with that gentle smile. Had there been something more in those glances? Had you been too blind to see it?
âYou should confess your feelings,â Hae says, matter-of-fact, sipping her coffee like itâs the simplest thing in the world.
But itâs not that simple, not for you. The thought of baring your heart feels like standing at the edge of a precipice, with no way of knowing if thereâs solid ground beneath youâor a fall. What if sheâs wrong? What if youâre wrong?Â
You shake your head slowly. âI donât know if I can. What if I ruin our friendship? What if he doesnât feel the same?â
Hae gives you a knowing look, but youâre already spiraling, lost in your own thoughts. Maybe... maybe you could watch him a little longer, try to see what sheâs seeing, catch more evidence that thereâs something there, something more.Â
Because the risk of losing him over your feelingsâthat terrifies you more than anything.
Itâs a few nights later, and the sea is a blanket of darkness as you and Hae venture out into its endless expanse. The sky above is nearly pitch black, save for the delicate shimmer of stars scattered like diamonds, casting faint light upon the inky water. The moon hangs low, its pale glow mirrored perfectly on the surface, creating a fragile bridge between the heavens and the sea. You pull Hae into a hug, murmuring your gratitude for her being here, for her unwavering companionship on this strange, otherworldly journey. She laughs softly, her voice breaking the silence of the night, and tells you she wouldnât let you drownânot when sheâs here to keep you safe. Her words bring a smile to your face, easing the quiet tension in your chest as you pull on your gear in the dark.
You slip into the water, the sea swallowing you whole. Beneath the surface, itâs as black as ink, the deep blue fading into a near-impenetrable navy that borders on oblivion. But there is no fear, only the pull of the unknown as you dive deeper, surrendering to the quiet pull of the ocean. Your breath is steady, your heartbeat louder in your ears than the sound of the waves above.
And then, there he isâNamjoon, his gentle smile waiting for you like a beacon in the depths, dimples carving softness into the darkness. His presence is steady, grounding, and for a moment, you forget you canât speak, forgetting that the words you wish to sayâIâm glad Iâm here, thank you for thisâare trapped behind the mask of your breathing gear.
Suddenly, his hand reaches for yours. The touch surprises you at first, a flicker of warmth against the cold of the sea, sending a soft spark up your arm, a silent current that makes your heart stutter. But then you relax into it, realizing how right it feelsâhis hand in yours, the silent understanding between you. Itâs just a hand, you remind yourself, but even the smallest gesture carries weight in the depths of the sea.
âItâs dark,â he gestures to your joined hands, his voice a whisper through the water. âIâll guide you.â You notice, even in the dim light, how his eyes shift nervously, and if the ocean werenât so dark, youâd swear there was a blush creeping across his cheeks.
Together, you swim deeper, your hand still clasped in his as the world around you begins to change. In the distance, something gleamsâa glint of gold, faint but unmistakable. As you draw closer, it becomes more defined, taking shape as towering structures rise from the seafloor like monuments from another world. Tall, ancient buildings glitter beneath the water, their surfaces gleaming with gold, adorned in intricate lettering and symbols you canât begin to decipher. The curves and arches remind you of something familiar, some echo of human architecture, though far grander and more ancient than anything youâve ever seen. These arenât just buildingsâtheyâre castles, palaces from a forgotten fairy tale. Everything is bathed in the ethereal glow of bioluminescent light, soft blues and yellows emanating from plants that pulse like stars, making the entire city shimmer as if alive with magic. Itâs breathtakingâotherworldly in its beautyâand you feel your breath catch in your throat, mesmerized by the impossible splendor before you.Â
How many wonders exist beneath the surface, hidden from the world above? you think, the weight of it all is almost too much to grasp. That such a place could exist, a vast city of gold and light, thriving in the deepâhow could you have never known?
âWelcome to Naraeum,â Namjoon says, his voice soft, gesturing toward the city center that teems with life. Merpeople of all shapes, colors, and ages drift through the streets, some lost in their own rhythms, others laughing and chatting, and children darting through the water in playful games. The whole scene is alive, vibrant, and full of warmth, and the sight of it fills you with something indescribableâjoy, wonder, perhaps even belonging.
A smile spreads across your face, unbidden, as the reality of this magical place settles over you. For the first time, you feel like youâve truly discovered something beyond the world youâve known, something boundless and beautiful. And with Namjoon beside you, it feels like youâve only just begun to understand its depths.
âThis is the city hall,â Namjoon gestures toward the tallest of the castles, its golden spires reaching upward like fingers trying to touch the oceanâs surface. âThe royal family lives there too.â His voice is soft, but thereâs a weight to his words, something ancient and significant about the building that looms over the city like a silent guardian.
You glance at him, blinking, wishing you could ask more, the curiosity burning inside you. If only you could speak, but the water and the mouthpiece keep your questions trapped behind your lips. The tug of his hand interrupts your thoughts, and once again youâre being gently pulled deeper into the heart of Naraeum, where the city unfolds like a dream in slow motion.
The water sways with lifeâdelicate kale and other greens move in rhythm with the gentle currents, shells glint beneath the sandy floor, and tiny crabs scuttle between the rocks, oblivious to your presence. Shoals of fishâbright yellow, orange, and blackâdart past, their quicksilver bodies flashing through the twilight water. And now, the eyes of the merpeople are on you. Their gazes, curious and shimmering, follow you as you move through their world, and for the first time, you feel like a true visitor in a land not your own.
Three merpeople approach, their figures graceful and effortless in the water. One, a striking merman with a pink tail that shimmers like rose quartz in the dim light, looks you over with an intensity that makes you feel seen in a way both comforting and unfamiliar. You notice his hand intertwined with a mermaid beside him, her tail a stunning shade of purple that gleams like amethyst. Together, they are radiant, like a pair of jewels. They look perfect together, you think, a bit in awe of how seamlessly they belong to this world.
âThis is ___?â the pink-tailed merman asks, his voice smooth, his eyes darting to Namjoon for confirmation.
Namjoon nods, and the mermaid smiles, her face brightening with warmth. âPleased to meet you,â she says, her voice light like a melody. âIâm Soo-ah, and this is my fiancĂ©, Seokjin.â You nod in response, acknowledging them with a smile behind your mouthpiece, feeling a sense of camaraderie in their presence.
But before you can speakâor even think of what to sayâyour eyes catch on the third figure. A dark-haired merman with a tail the color of midnight, streaked with gold that glimmers like starlight. His aura is differentâcolder, detached. His black eyes flicker over you briefly, then, with a dismissive scoff, he turns away, arms crossed over his chest as if to close himself off from the world.Â
Namjoon sighs, his voice edged with irritation, âThatâs Yoongi.â The name comes out rough, almost an apology. âHe forgot to take the stick out of his ass today.â
You canât help but chuckle, bubbles escaping from your mouthpiece, rising toward the surface like tiny pieces of joy. Even in this underwater kingdom, humor survives, softening the tension. But Yoongi, unmoved, swims off into the shadows, his figure disappearing into the vastness of the sea.Â
âDonât mind him,â Namjoon mutters, squeezing your hand a little tighter. âCome on, I want to show you the rest.â
Soo-ah and Seokjin swim alongside you as Namjoon leads you through the winding streets of the marketplace, stalls lined up like sentinels, though empty now in the quiet of night. The architecture is both foreign and familiar, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent plants. Everything feels untouched by time, and yet alive with history. You pass the grand library next, its shelves filled with tomes both ancient and new, merfolk stories and human books resting side by side. You can almost feel the weight of untold stories and hidden lore that fills the space, waiting to be discovered.
Namjoonâs excitement builds as he takes you to a fitness center unlike anything youâve ever seenâmassive bars with stones at either end, weights crafted from various-sized rocks, and machines clearly designed for strength and agility in the water. Itâs a glimpse into the life of these beings, how they build themselves in this weightless world.
After a while, Soo-ah and Seokjin bid you farewell, their presence a quiet comfort as they swim off together, leaving you alone with Namjoon. Your pulse quickens. His hand, still clasped in yours, feels warm even in the cold depths of the sea. The way he glances at youâthose fleeting, secretive looks that youâve caught out of the corner of your eyeâmakes your heart race even more. Haeâs words echo in your mind, whispering truths youâre not sure youâre ready to admit.Â
Could it be? you wonder, as the two of you drift toward his home.
âThis is my place,â he says softly, his voice reverberating through the water as he turns on the lightâan iridescent seashell hanging from the ceiling that casts a gentle, pearlescent glow throughout the space. His home is carved into the heart of a cave, the walls smooth and cool to the touch, like the sea itself has shaped them over countless years. Your eyes fall on his bed, draped in what looks like a soft, inviting duvet, but as you get closer, you realize itâs woven from delicate strands of kelp, swaying ever so slightly in the currents. Itâs an unexpected beauty, intricate and organic, like everything in this underwater world.
The longest wall is dominated by a towering bookshelf, its shelves lined with books, arranged meticulously by color and size. Itâs mesmerizing, this ocean of stories heâs collected, and you canât help but wonder what worlds and lives heâs explored within these pages. You want to tell him, to say how beautiful it all isâhis home, his soul, him. But your words are trapped beneath the weight of the sea, tangled with the breathlessness of being in his presence.Â
Your fingertips brush the spines of the books, imagining all the narratives they contain, each one another layer of who Namjoon is. You glance down at your joined handsâhis fingers laced with yours, and in that quiet moment, you swear you can feel something electric passing between you. A pulse of warmth, a silent exchange of emotions you canât speak. You want to kiss him, more than anything. The way heâs gazing at you, his eyes soft and full of something unspoken, the gentle curve of his lips hiding a blush you wish you could see more clearly.
But here, in this quiet cavern beneath the sea, thereâs nothing you can do. You canât ask him what youâre dying to know, canât lean in and feel the warmth of his lips against yours, canât tell him that youâre falling, deeply, helplessly. All you can do is float here, heart aching with the weight of everything unsaid.Â
He clears his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head. His mouth opens as if heâs about to speak, then closes again. Thereâs something he wants to say, you can feel it, lingering in the air between you. He tries again, and this time his voice, soft and hesitant, finally breaks the silence.Â
âThank you for letting me show you my world.â
You squeeze his hand gently, pouring all the gratitude and affection you canât voice into that single touch. You hope he feels itâthe appreciation, the awe, the quiet longing you carry for him. And in that touch, you wish you could invite him into your world, share everything that you are with him, even though heâs been on land before. But you donât know if heâd want that. Youâve never asked, never dared to imagine what it might be like to share your lives across these two worlds. Youâre afraid to impose, afraid to hope too much.
The moment hangs fragile between you, but like all perfect moments, it begins to fade as reality presses in. You feel the pull of time, the reminder that you need to return to the surface. Namjoon feels it too. His eyes flicker with understanding as he leads you back out into the city, guiding you through the soft glow of bioluminescent lights, past the merpeople still moving gracefully through their midnight routines.Â
The silence between you stretches as you swim toward the boat where Hae waits, but itâs not the kind of silence that weighs heavy. Itâs filled with possibility, thick with everything you havenât said. Your heart beats faster as you realize that, once youâre back above the water, youâll have the chance to speak. To ask. The thought of it sends your pulse racing, a swirl of excitement and terror mixing in your chest.Â
What if he doesnât feel the same? The question spins through your mind, gnawing at the edges of your courage. But the way he looked at you, the way his hand feels in yours, gives you hope. And maybeâjust maybeâthat will be enough.
As you break the surface of the water, you push your goggles up to rest like a headband, feeling the cool night air kiss your damp skin. Itâs crisp, almost electric, filling your lungs with a freshness that makes the world above feel more alive than ever. Namjoon surfaces beside you, offering you a soft smile, but your attention is caught by the subtle blush dusting his cheeks, a faint rose bloom in the moonlight. He seems hesitant, his uncertainty mirroring your own, as if youâre both standing on the edge of something vast and uncharted, too afraid to take that first leap.
For a heartbeat, he swims closer, his presence looming gently in your space. You hold your breath, your pulse quickening with the thought that he mightâmaybeâkiss you. Instinctively, you close your eyes, ready to surrender to that moment, but instead, his fingers brush your cheek, and he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear with such tenderness it sends a wave of warmth through your body. His touch lingers, delicate and deliberate, and though it wasnât the kiss you imagined, it makes you blush all the same. The heat rises to your cheeks, flooding you with a mixture of longing and disappointment.
But then something stirs within youâsome reckless courage sparked by his closenessâand before you can think it through, you lean in. Your lips find his, a soft, quick kiss, almost like a whisper. Itâs gentle, just a peck, but his lips are warm, softer than you ever imagined, like the sea breeze caressing your skin on a summer evening.Â
When you pull away, you see the surprise flicker in his eyes for just a moment before his features soften into something tender and full of quiet affection. His ears burn red in the moonlight, and his dimples deepen as he gazes at you with a look that leaves you breathless. His brown eyesâdark and shimmering, like polished amberâglow with something more, something deeper. You think, just for a second, itâs desire, simmering beneath his calm exterior.
âThank you for tonight,â you whisper, your voice barely carrying over the soft lapping of the waves. You squeeze his hand, feeling the warmth and strength of him, and smile. âIt was so beautiful.â
Namjoon doesnât speak; he simply looks at you, his dragon-like eyes full of quiet intensity, his dimples softening the tension in the air. Itâs a look that makes your heart skip, that holds a thousand unsaid words between you. And as you reluctantly pull away, swimming toward the boat, your mind is still spinning from the kiss, from the closeness, from everything left unspoken.
Hae pulls you up into the boat, and as you sit, catching your breath, you catch her sly grin. You know she saw everythingâthe kiss, the blush, the way Namjoon looked at youâbut for now, she stays silent, letting the moment hang in the air. You wave to Namjoon, watching as he offers one last gentle smile before disappearing back into the deep, dark waters, the night swallowing him whole.
And even as the waves settle, your heart still swells, full of the hope and mystery that the nightâand Namjoonâleft behind.
The days pass in a blur of anxious thoughts, your heart heavy with doubt. Every dive into the ocean feels colder without a trace of Namjoon, and the silence is deafening. Each time you resurface alone, your mind spirals further into uncertainty. Did you overstep? The kiss lingers on your lips, but now you wonder if it was a mistake. It feels as if heâs vanished into the depths, leaving you adrift. Is he avoiding me? The question gnaws at you, twisting your insides. Maybe this is his way of saying he doesnât feel the same, that he wants nothing more to do with you.
Hae, ever the caring friend, drags you to a fancy restaurant in an attempt to soothe your restless mind, insisting that youâre worrying yourself to death. You look like a dog thatâs been kicked, she had said with a shake of her head, trying to make you laugh. But now, as you sit across from her, poking at the salad you barely have the appetite to eat, the weight of your uncertainty presses down even harder. Your stomach twists with every bite, the anxiety clinging to you like a shadow.
âMaybe heâs just busy, or caught up in merfolk stuff?" Hae suggests, her voice light, trying to pry you from the dark corners of your thoughts. But your mind wonât let you escape. Busy? No, your treacherous thoughts whisper, heâs avoiding youâheâs forgotten you, and the kiss meant nothing.
You say nothing, only stabbing your fork into the salad with a kind of quiet fury, each jab into the leaves an outlet for the storm brewing inside you.
âUh, ___?â Haeâs voice breaks the tension, but you barely lift your head. She stumbles over her words, clearly uneasy, her tone cautious as she leans in closer. âThereâs a manâblue hairâheâs looking at us.â
At her words, something stirs in you, curiosity overriding the anger for just a moment. Blue hair? Your heart skips a beat, and before you can stop yourself, you turn around, almost instinctively, as though drawn by an invisible thread. Your gaze collides with a pair of deep, brown eyes that hold all the mystery of the ocean. Namjoon.
His eyes glisten like the sea at dawn, reflecting both depth and tenderness, swirling with something unspokenâregret, maybe even desire. You swallow hard, feeling the magnetic pull that has always existed between you, but this time, itâs stronger. The air around you thickens as he walks toward the table, his presence unmistakable, sending your pulse into a wild rhythm.
âHi, Y/N,â he says, his voice soft, laced with an apology that doesnât need to be spoken yet. The smile he offers is gentle, almost shy, and you can see the guilt in the way his eyes search yours. He knows. He knows he shouldnât have disappeared without a word.
âHi, Namjoon,â you manage to reply, the sound of his name on your lips stirring something deep inside youâsomething thatâs a mixture of relief and frustration. Youâre a little mad, of course you are. But as your heart races, you know you canât stay angry with him, not when heâs standing there with that look in his eyes. Heâs here now. And thatâs enough for your heart to forgive him.
Your eyes travel down to his legsâstrong, toned, perfectly human. Heâs traded the water for the land, just for you, standing there in beige shorts like itâs the most natural thing in the world. And yet, your mind spins with the impossibility of it all, as if heâs a dream made flesh, and part of you still canât believe heâs really here.
The air between you is thick with unspoken words, a tension that seems to ripple like the sea itself. Namjoon scratches the back of his head, his eyes shifting with uncertainty. âIâm sorry Iâve been gone,â he begins, his voice low and sincere. âI didnât mean to disappear like that, but something happened in Naraeumââ
Before he can finish, the weight of your own anxiety breaks through, forcing the words from your chest. âI thought you didnât like me, or just forgot about me.â The admission tumbles out, raw and trembling, the very fear that has haunted you for days finally taking shape between you. As soon as the words leave your lips, you feel exposed, vulnerable. You brace yourself for his response.
For a moment, he just stares, his expression frozen in disbelief, like your words have knocked the wind out of him. Then, his face softens, eyes wide with something close to shock. âBaby, no,â he says with a dismissive wave of his hand, the nickname slipping from his lips so naturally that it sends a flutter of warmth through your chest. He steps closer, worry etched in every line of his face as his gaze falls on you, sitting there with your heart in your throat.
Baby?
âIâd never forget about you,â he continues, his voice trembling slightly as he bites his lower lip, as if trying to hold something back. The intimacy of that small gesture makes your breath catch.
Hae clears her throat opposite you, breaking the charged moment. She rises from her seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor, drawing both your gazes toward her flushed face. âNamjoon, please, take my seat and talk. Iâll go home and shower this tension off,â she says, her tone teasing but kind.
You open your mouth to protest, but then close it, realizing sheâs right. The tension is palpable, thick as the ocean depths, and part of you is grateful for the space sheâs offering. Even though nerves twist inside you like a storm, you know this is a conversation you need to have.
As Hae leaves, Namjoon sits down across from you, his eyes soft and apologetic. âIâm sorry I worried you, baby,â he murmurs, leaning forward slightly. His hands rest on the table, inching closer to yours, like heâs afraid to cross that final distance too soon.
Thereâs that word againâbabyâand it stirs something deep inside you, butterflies rising in your chest, fluttering wildly, desperate to escape. Itâs more than just a nickname; itâs a promise, a reassurance that melts the cold fear that has been gnawing at you for days.
âItâs okay,â you reply, your voice softer now, the storm inside you beginning to calm. âMy mind just... got the better of me.â Your gaze flickers to where his fingers hover near yours, and your heart beats wildly at the nearness of him.
Namjoon is here, in front of you, and you realize with a quiet, overwhelming reliefâheâs never really been gone.
âI could never not like you,â Namjoon murmurs, his voice dipping lower, softer, as if the truth is too delicate to be spoken aloud. âI think I... love you,â he finishes, the last words barely audible, yet they linger in the air between you like a fragile secret.
Did he just say love? Your heart stumbles, and for a moment, you forget to breathe. âYou do?â you ask, your voice trembling with disbelief, your pulse fluttering wildly in your chest. Could it be real? Could he feel the same way?
A flicker of uncertainty dances across your mind, and you canât help but press further, needing clarity. âWaitâdo you think, or do you know?â Your question is gentle, but it carries the weight of hope, a hope that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
Namjoon smiles at himself, a soft laugh escaping his lips. âSorry,â he says, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable. âI know. I know I love you.â
Time seems to slow, the world slipping into a dreamlike state where everything feels soft, suspended, as if wrapped in the warm glow of your shared confession. The air between you feels charged, but also tender, like the fragile moment before the first petal falls. You can feel it nowâheâs there with you, and this love, this real thing, is finally mutual.
You reach out, taking his hands in yours, and lean in closer. âI love you too, Namjoon,â you whisper, the words feeling both daring and true.
For a moment, silence settles between you, but itâs a comfortable silenceâone filled with the weight of whatâs just been said. His hazel eyes, flecked with warmth and softness, hold yours, and you swear you could drown in them. Drown and never wish to come up for air.
The pull between you is magnetic, and before you can stop yourself, the words slip out, unfiltered and bold. âDo you... want to come see my place?â The second the words leave your mouth, heat rushes to your cheeks. The invitation is brazen, filled with unspoken implications, but you know itâs what you wantâall of him, not just this moment, but something more, something deeper.
Namjoonâs breath catches, and he stands, his gaze never leaving yours. âYes, baby,â he replies in a voice that is almost a whisper, but carries the weight of everything he feels. That one wordâbabyâsends shivers spiraling down your spine, and you bite your lip, holding back a smile.
Hand in hand, you walk together through the quiet night, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth building between you. You donât need words now; the simple contact of his hand in yours is enough, grounding you as you lean into his strong frame. It feels so natural, as if youâve always been walking beside him, as if this was always meant to happen.
When you reach your apartment, you fumble for the keys, unlocking the door with a nervous flutter in your chest. As the door swings open, you flick on the light, and for a moment, you glance around, hoping he wonât find your space too cluttered or small. Youâd cleaned just the day before, but still, anxiety lingers.
Namjoon steps inside, his eyes roaming the space, but he doesnât say a word. Instead, he looks at you, his gaze heavy with something unspoken, something that makes your heart race. His hand tightens around yours, and you feel yourself being pulled further into his orbit, like gravity drawing you closer.
You look up at him, studying the moles that dot his skin, noticing the way his features are softened by the low light. Heâs so close, and in this moment, with his warm eyes on yours and his hand gently holding yours, you thinkâthis is what it means to truly be seen, to truly be wanted. And God, does he look so handsome.
Then, without hesitation, he dives in, his lips crashing into yours with a desperate, urgent need. The moment you let out a soft moan against his mouth, he releases your hand, now free to explore you. Both of his hands cup your cheeks tenderly, yet with a fierceness that pulls you deeper into him. The kiss consumes you, leaving you feeling like water melting in his palmsâsoft, fluid, and utterly surrendered. His lips tease yours, grazing them in a way that demands more, and when he seeks entrance, you grant it willingly. Your tongues meet in a slow, intoxicating rhythm, moving like waves crashing together under a moonlit sea.
Another moan escapes you, and you feel heat pooling deep inside, a yearning thatâs overwhelming. And itâs only a kissâyet it has you unraveling like a ribbon coming loose.
When he finally pulls away, his gaze locks onto yours, desire simmering in the air between you, thick and electric. âBaby, I want you so bad,â he breathes, his lips curling into a soft pout that makes your heart melt. How does he look both fierce and endearing at once?
You canât help but smile, your own need burning just as fiercely. âMe too... Please call me âbabyâ more,â you whisper, fluttering your lashes as you cling to the warmth in his eyes. âI love it.â
He chuckles, the sound like a low rumble of thunder. âOh, Iâve noticed,â he says, amused. âEvery time I call you âbaby,â your eyes dilate.â
You didnât know that, but you feel the truth of itâthe way that simple word makes your heart race, how it draws you even closer to him, making you crave more.
âI want you...â You pause, feeling the boldness rise within you, âI want you to fuck me.â Your voice is breathless, your gaze holding his with an unspoken plea.
Namjoon grins, a softness creeping into his eyes. âOh, baby, Iâm going to make love to you,â he whispers, and the words are like honey dripping slow and thick. âDonât you worry,â he adds, his lips capturing yours again with a hunger that makes your head spin.
Each kiss sends you spiraling further into him, your sanity slipping, but God, you love every second of it. It strikes you then how much of a romantic he is, how the passion in his touch mirrors the stories he loves in his books.
He pulls back, his breath hot against your lips. âWhereâs your bedroom?â he asks with a playful chuckle.
You point, and before you can say another word, his strong hands find your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You wrap your legs around him, straddling his hips as he carries you across the room. He opens the bedroom door with a sweep of his foot, not bothering with the light, and gently lowers you onto the bed. Laughter bubbles between you, soft and sweet, as his lips claim yours again in a kiss that is both feverish and tender.
Your fingers tangle in his blue hair, tugging at the strands, and he hisses in pleasure, the sound sending shivers racing down your spine. He grinds against you, his erection pressing firmly against your core, and you feel yourself unraveling again, melting beneath him. God, he feels big, you think, your body aching to know him, to feel him completely.
Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, your fingers brushing against his skin as you tug the fabric upward, longing to see his bare chest again. You know what lies beneathâhis broad, muscular frame, every inch of him beautifully sculpted, chest rising and falling with each breath. And you need to touch him, to feel his strength beneath your hands.
In this moment, nothing else mattersâjust him, you, and the gravity of everything that has led you here.
He pulls away, sensing exactly what you want, and in one fluid motion, grabs the hem of his shirt, peeling it off in a way that feels almost sinful. The sight of him should be illegalâholy hell, the way his muscles flex as he undresses is enough to take your breath away.
Your hands move instinctively, drawn to the expanse of his chest, a perfect blend of softness and strength. The skin beneath your fingers is warm, and the way he feelsâsolid, yet yieldingâis intoxicating.
âLike what you see?â he teases, his voice low and full of that gentle confidence, and you can only gape at him, feeling the warmth of your admiration blossom into something deeper.
âGod, Namjoon, youâve always been beautiful... inside and out,â you murmur, your voice filled with reverence, because while his looks are striking, itâs his soul that captivates you.
His lips curve into a soft smile, his gaze tender as he leans down, brushing light kisses along the curve of your neck. The sensation sends waves of laughter bubbling out of you, light and breathless, as the tickle of his lips spreads joy and heat all at once. He keeps moving lower, trailing kisses down your body like a map only he knows how to navigate.
When he reaches the waistband of your pants, he pauses, eyes flicking up to meet yours, his breath warm against your skin. âCan I?â he asks, his voice both eager and gentle.
âYes,â you whisper, and as he unbuttons your pants, you arch your back to help him slide them off, heart racing. He pauses again, staring for a moment, captivated by the sight of you, the evidence of your desire already showing.
âYouâre so wet, baby,â he says, his voice hushed and full of wonder. âAll for me?â
You nod, breath hitching, your body already trembling with need. âYes, Joon. You make me so damn wet,â you pant, writhing beneath him, desperate for more. âPlease, just touch me.â
His gaze darkens with lust as he licks his lips, then dips his head lower, trailing kisses across your stomach, inching closer to where you need him most. Every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you, and you giggle softly, unable to contain the lightness you feel even as desire coils tighter within you. His lips press against the hem of your lace panties, nothing extravagant, yet he looks at you like youâre the most exquisite thing heâs ever seen.
With agonizing slowness, he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down with deliberate care. The cool air of your apartment contrasts sharply with the warmth between your thighs, and you gasp, aching for him. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the most delicious wayâhis gaze heavy with desire as he takes you in.
âJoonieâŠâ you moan softly, voice trembling, as his eyes linger on your glistening pussy, admiring you. You wonder if he finds you beautiful like this, spread bare before him, and his awestruck expression tells you everything.
âDamn,â he whispers, voice thick with astonishment. âYouâre so pretty⊠already dripping with need.â
Your breath catches as his words wash over you, and when he asks, âCan I taste you? Can I touch you?â you can barely manage a nod as you spread your legs wider, inviting him in.
âPlease,â you beg, feeling delirious with want, every nerve in your body alight with anticipation.
His touch is featherlight at first, a single finger brushing over your swollen clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. You flinch, already overly sensitive, a gasp falling from your lips as your body responds immediately.
âMore,â you plead, rolling your hips into his hand, urging him to press harder, to give you what you crave.
His fingers glide over you, warm and sure, stroking your slick skin with precision. Every movement sets off another spark, and a moan escapes youâhigh-pitched, breathy, and filled with need. His touch is both tender and demanding, and with every stroke, you feel yourself unraveling, caught in the storm of pleasure.
His fingers continue their rhythm, rolling over your sensitive clit with perfect precision, each movement making it throb with want. Your body reacts instinctively, hips rising to meet his touch, chasing moreâchasing everything. You need all of him, and the craving is almost unbearable.
Namjoon watches you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken, his eyes filled with both desire and wonder as he works you with his fingers, and then, slowly, his lips find the tender skin of your inner thigh. His kisses are featherlight, but they leave a trail of fire in their wake, and you tremble under his touch. With each kiss, he moves closer, until finally, his mouth finds your pussy, his warm tongue lapping at your slick folds, tasting you with reverence.
He groans, the sound vibrating against your core, and your hands instinctively tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you want him to drown in your pleasure. His tongue flicks over your sensitive nub, teasing, tasting, and the sensation makes your whole body tense in anticipation. His fingers slide to your entrance, probing gently before slipping inside, one at a time. The stretch feels divine, his fingers curling to reach deeper, and soon two, then three fill you, stretching you in the most perfect, delicious way.
Your toes curl, your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel the wave of your climax building, rising with every flick of his tongue, every stroke of his fingers. âJoon,â you gasp, a warning, but he only sucks harder, his lips and tongue working in tandem as his fingers thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside you that sends you spiraling.
The world tilts, and your back arches as the orgasm crashes through you, white-hot and electric. You thrash beneath him, pulling at his hair as pleasure floods your body, and all you can do is moan his name in a broken, breathless whisper. Even as your body shudders, he doesnât stop, his mouth still on your clit, drawing out every last wave until youâre trembling with overstimulation. You tap his shoulder weakly, and finally, he pulls back, his face glistening with your slick, eyes dark with satisfaction.
âSo pretty,â he murmurs, his hand brushing softly over your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His touch is light, reverent, and though youâre still floating in the bliss of your release, you feel the need to return the favor rise within you.
âLet me take care of you,â you whisper, your voice thick with desire as you shift, pushing him down beside you. He opens his mouth to protest, but the words are swallowed by a low groan as you straddle his lap, feeling the hard bulge of his cock press against your wet core. You grind down on him, teasing him with the friction, and he lets out a ragged moan that makes your pulse quicken.
âI just want to make you feel good,â you murmur, pressing a kiss to his lips, tasting yourself on him. âI donât know how mermen make love, but as humansâI want you to feel good too.â
He chuckles softly, his hands resting on your hips, eyes dark with hunger. âItâs definitely not the same,â he admits, voice low and breathless, and thatâs all the encouragement you need. You slide down his lap to the floor, your eyes locked on his, your intentions clear.
Your fingers find the waistband of his shorts, and he helps you pull them down, revealing his muscular thighs. When you see the thick outline of his cock straining against his boxers, your mouth waters, anticipation making your pulse quicken. Tugging down the last barrier, you free him, and his cock springs forward, thick and long, the head flushed red with need. A bead of precum glistens at the tip, and your breath hitches at the sight of him, hunger twisting deep inside you.
You lick your lips, your hands moving with purposeâone resting on his thigh, the other wrapping around the thick base of his shaft, feeling the weight of him in your palm. Slowly, you begin to pump, your fingers sliding over the velvety skin as you build a steady rhythm.
Namjoon groans, the sound so deep it reverberates through your core, and you can feel him tense beneath your touch, his body reacting to every stroke. His groans are like music, deep and sinful, and they make you want to push him further, to hear more of those primal, desperate sounds spill from his lips.
Damn, you need more of him.
You glance up at him, mischief in your eyes as you give a playful wink before taking him into your mouth. The taste is salty, a mix of his precum and something else, something almost elemental, as if the sea still clings to him. It sends a shiver down your spine, urging you to lose yourself in the act. You move with intent, your lips and tongue working in unison, breathing deeply through your nose as you take him deeper, each stroke making his body tremble beneath you.
He gasps your name, his voice barely a whisper, like itâs the only thing tethering him to the moment. His hands find their way to your hair, gentle, not controllingâjust resting there as if heâs entranced by the sight of you. He glances down, watching the way your mouth moves over him, and his breath quickens, as if the very air has become too thin.
âFuck,â he groans, voice strained, âyouâre so damn good at this.â
You smirk inwardly, already knowing, but the praise sends a thrill through you. Thereâs something intoxicating about the way he fills your mouth, the way you feel him pulse against your tongue. It makes you wonder how your pussy will take him, how itâll feel when heâs buried deep inside you, stretching you wide.
Youâre making a mess of himâyour saliva slicks his length, dripping down onto the sheetsâbut you donât care. Not when heâs like this, writhing beneath you, his muscles taut with need. Your hand moves lower, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in your palm, and you feel them tighten as he draws closer to the edge.
âDamn,â he rasps, voice rough with desire, âyou look and feel so fucking amazing.â
The sound of his praise sends another wave of heat rushing through you, making you wetter, a needy ache building low in your belly. You take him deeper, determined, your throat tightening as you try to swallow him down. But your gag reflex protests, and you pull back slightly, not wanting to push too far. Instead, you focus on teasing the head, your tongue circling slowly before flicking across his sensitive frenulum. He groans sharply, his hips jerking, and you canât help the soft giggle that escapes you.
Heâs unraveling, his control slipping, and you love itâlove the power you hold over him in this moment, love seeing him lost in you.
Suddenly, his hands come to your cheeks, stilling your movements as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. âBaby,â he rasps, his voice thick with both lust and affection, âyouâre dangerous with that mouth. If you keep going, Iâm going to come right down your throat⊠and I want to make love and come inside you.â
You release him with a soft pop, a teasing smirk playing on your lips as you lick them slowly, savoring the taste of him. âYou can always come down my throat later,â you murmur, your voice low and sultry. Rising to your feet, you peel off your shirt, followed by the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Your breasts spill free, and the heat in Namjoonâs gaze intensifies as his hands instinctively find your hips, his grip firm yet tender.
âIs every inch of you just perfect?â he breathes, awe in his voice. The compliment sends a flush of warmth to your cheeks, and you chuckle softly, not answering because his words feel rhetorical, like theyâre part of the worship thatâs building between you.
Instead, you lean down to kiss him, pouring every bit of your desire into it. His cock twitches beneath you, hard and throbbing against your thighs, but you take your time, savoring the kissâlong, slow, and tender. You straddle him, hovering just above his cock, your body aching to sink down, to feel him inside you. But instead, you pause, letting yourself get lost in the depth of his gaze, his eyes like molten gold, swirling with emotion.
He kisses you again, his lips soft but insistent, and in that moment, you feel weightless. Like youâre floating, caught in a current, drifting between pleasure and affection. You feel cherished, like a treasure heâs unearthed from the depths of the oceanâglimmering, precious, and adored like the gems youâve been collecting.
He groans, a deep, feral sound vibrating from his chest, and his hands tighten around your hips, the pressure promising bruises thatâll bloom as tender reminders of this moment. âI donât know what youâre doing to me, baby,â he pants, his eyes dark and hooded with lust, as if heâs trying to memorize every curve of your face. His lips search for yours, hungry, desperate to close the space between you again.
âLikewise,â you breathe out, your voice shaky, your pulse racing. One of your hands trails down his body, fingers grazing his taut abdomen before wrapping around the thick length of him. You lift yourself slightly, feeling the heat of him against you. Just as youâre about to guide him inside, his deep voice cuts through the haze of desire.
âShould we use a condom?â he asks, his words momentarily shattering the tension, leaving the air thick but still.
You blink, slightly caught off guard, but quickly recover. âWe donât have to,â you murmur, sensing his hesitation. His brow furrows, so you add, âI have an IUD, and Iâm clean. Itâs⊠itâs been a long time for me.â Your words taper off, embarrassment creeping into your cheeks, suddenly feeling vulnerable beneath his gaze.
He studies you for a second, his expression softening before that same, dark hunger returns. âOkay, I just wanted to make sure,â he rumbles, his voice like molten velvet, sending shivers racing down your spine. The sound of him, the depth of his tone, makes your body respond instinctivelyâyour pussy clenches with anticipation, aching for him to fill the emptiness inside you. âItâs been a long time for me, too. So, Iâm sorry if I donât last longâŠâ
You shake your head, silencing his concern with a gaze that speaks louder than words. You need him, now. The heat between you both is unbearable, every second a sweet kind of torture. You guide the head of his cock to your entrance, teasing yourself by gliding him along your folds, feeling his hardness slick against your wetness, sending delicious tremors through your body.
Slowly, you position him at your opening and sink down.
The stretch is exquisiteâa burn that ignites every nerve as he fills you inch by glorious inch. Heâs thick, and the sensation of him sliding deeper feels like nothing youâve ever known. Your breath catches in your throat, and you swear you hear him curse under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening as he savors the feel of your walls closing around him.
âFuckâŠ,â he groans, his voice wrecked, vibrating through you like a shockwave. âSo damn tight.â
âYeahâŠâ you pant, your head spinning, your body adjusting to his size. Inch by agonizing inch, until finally, heâs fully seated inside you. You pause, trembling, your insides fluttering as he twitches deep within. You let out a soft moan, your lips searching for his in a fevered kiss, one that feels more like a collision than anything tender.
When you pull away, your gaze locks with his, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou feel so fucking good⊠like youâve always belonged there.â
He hums in response, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he traces your body with his hands, unable to take in enough of you. âYouâre perfect,â he breathes, the words low and reverent.
Bracing your hands on his broad shoulders, you lift yourself slowly, your body trembling with anticipation. Then, with a burst of need, you slam down, impaling yourself on his cock, a scream of pleasure ripping from your throat. Namjoon moans, the sound guttural and raw, as you ride him with renewed vigor, losing yourself in the rhythm.
Your breasts bounce with each thrust, catching his attention, and without hesitation, his hands move to cup them. His lips trail down to one nipple, his mouth warm and eager as he takes it between his lips. You gasp at the sensation, a surge of heat flooding your core, and you feel a gush of wetness coat him as your body responds to his touch. You didnât realize youâd come until the tremors hit, your pussy clenching tightly around him, your body quivering in waves of pleasure.
His tongue circles your nipple, flicking it gently before his teeth graze the sensitive bud, and the sensation sends you spiraling. Your breath stutters as he switches to your other breast, his hands roaming, kneading your skin, every touch heightening the electricity between you. Just as his mouth closes around your other nipple, his teeth accidentally bite down harder than intended, and a sharp cry escapes your lipsâhis name, ripped from your throat like a plea and a curse all at once.
He freezes, eyes wide, concern flashing across his face. But the look you give himâwild, consumed with lustâtells him everything he needs to know.
âIâm so fucking sorryâ,â he gasps, but his words barely register through the haze of pleasure clouding your mind. Your gaze softens, your eyes half-lidded with desire, a gentle delirium swirling in their depths.
âNo, no, it was good, Joonie,â you whisper, your voice a breathy melody. Your hand drifts to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair, tugging lightly. âI loved it.â
He pauses, a chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest, and you feel the twitch of his cock still buried inside you, a silent promise of more. His lips descend to your chest again, worshipping your skin with slow, languid kisses. His tongue finds your nipple, teasing it with a delicate flick before sucking, nipping just enough to make you moan his name, the sound a song on your lips.
Your body trembles, another orgasm crashing over you like a summer storm, your walls tightening around him in waves of bliss. He groans, a low, primal sound vibrating through your entire being. âFuck, youââ His voice breaks with need as he rises from the bed, lifting you effortlessly, his body still entwined with yours. In one swift motion, he turns and lays you back down, pressing you into the sheets, his hips surging forward with raw intensity.
âThis fucking pussy,â he growls, the words so feral, so laced with hunger that it sends a jolt of heat through you, your toes curling as your body responds to the deep, relentless thrusts. You moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of being pushed up the bed, your fingers gripping the sheets in desperation. Could you come again? Already, your body is teetering on the edge, caught in the rhythm of his passion.
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. âYou look so gorgeous, baby,â he rasps, each word dripping with lust as his hips drive into you again, leaving you breathless, your chest heaving as though all the air has been stolen from your lungs.
âAre you gonna come again?â he asks, his voice rough with need. You bite your lip, uncertain if you can, but the fire in your core tells you otherwise. Your hand slips between your bodies, fingers seeking out your clit. Everything is so slick, so impossibly wet, but you manage to find that perfect rhythm, circling the sensitive nub as your breath hitches in your throat.
Itâs like the tide pulling you underâa tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you with blinding force. Your orgasm overtakes you, your body shaking beneath him as you cry out his name, each syllable a desperate plea, a prayer to the god of ecstasy. You thrash beneath him, lost in the throes of release, and still, he keeps thrusting, deep and deliberate, as your body flutters around him, the aftershocks rippling through you.
âFuck, that was so hot,â he groans, his voice thick with desire as his cock twitches inside you, on the edge of release. âIâm not gonna last much longer.â With a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you, his warm seed filling you as his orgasm hits him hard, his body trembling with the force of it. His faceâgod, itâs beautiful in this momentâthe way his lips part, how his brow furrows in pleasure, how he keeps moving, riding out the last waves of his climax until he begins to soften inside you.
Both of you are left panting, gasping for air like youâve surfaced from the depths of the sea. He collapses beside you, pulling you close, your bodies still warm, still trembling. Your chests rise and fall in sync, the silence between you heavy with shared satisfaction.
âThat was amazing,â he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp against your ear.
You chuckle, cheeks flushed and glowing. âYes⊠we should definitely do that again.â
He turns on his side, his fingers brushing your arm tenderly as he gazes at you, eyes filled with warmth. âWe really should.â
But then, out of nowhere, a ripple of anxiety courses through you, tightening your chest. You turn to him, your heart suddenly heavy. âCan we really make this work?â you ask, your voice small, vulnerable. âYou, being a merman⊠and me, human?â
Namjoonâs expression softens, his gaze tender as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. His hands trace soothing circles along your back, grounding you in the moment. âYes,â he whispers, his voice filled with quiet certainty. âDonât worry, baby. Weâll make it work. We have to.â
In his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, the world feels possible again.
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TWTHH Bonus: Honeymoon Avenue
Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader
AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful generalâkilling two birds with one stone.
A/N: This picks up directly from the final part of TWTHH, and takes place before the events of Wooyoung's spinoff.
Fic Masterlist | Star of the Show
You let out a small groan as you woke up from your slumber, feeling a familiar pair of arms tightening their hold around you. Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered where you were, blinking a few times to clear your vision and take in the surroundings you recognised as Seonghwa's private quarters.
Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you felt your husband's steady breath against the bare skin of your shoulder from behind. Shyness washed over you when you realised you were both still completely bare beneath the fabric of his comforter.
Memories of the intimacy from the previous night flooded your mind, and you buried your face in the pillow. It was as if you could still feel every touch, every kiss, and every moment of pleasure he had given you. So, this was how it felt to be loved so passionately. You hoped for nothing more than for him to be your first and last.
"Good morning, my love. I see you're up," his deep voice greeted, sounding even deeper than usual as he had only just woken up. He leaned in to whisper sensually into your ear before planting a soft kiss on your cheek, "Did you sleep well?"
Turning to face him, you nodded meekly, biting your lip, "I did, Hwa. Good morning to you too," you replied, feeling your breath hitch as his gaze focused solely on your lips.
He nodded in response, "Good, so did I." Without hesitation, he cupped your cheek and pressed his lips firmly against yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut the moment his familiar lips met yours. Kissing him back as if it were second nature, you wished for this moment to last forever as his larger frame enveloped yours, the skin-to-skin contact creating an intimacy that made you feel closer than ever. His ability to make you feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time still filled you with wonder. At that moment, his presence was all-encompassing; he was all you could see and think of.
I can't believe this man is all mine.
Seonghwa, equally content, felt his heart swell with affection for you. Caressing your cheek, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, struggling to control his breathing when you bravely reached up to run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging at it. Despite witnessing your growing boldness since his return from war, your reciprocation of his affections still stirred his heart.
I'm yours and only yours, my love.
As you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath, he grinned and murmured, "Damn, Lady Park, who would've thought you'd be such an excellent kisser." Despite the blush creeping up your cheeks, you scoffed playfully. Moving to lay your head on his chest, you traced patterns on his skin with your finger, "What do you know, General Park? You speak as though you've kissed anyone other than me."
His pride swelled as he nodded in defeat to your response. Day by day, you were increasingly embodying the essence of the general's wife with your newfound demeanour. It wasn't that you needed to change for him; rather, it was remarkable to witness your transformation into a confident woman who knew her worth, having shed the old shell crafted by your so-called family. Reflecting on his time away at war, he began to see it as a blessing in disguise. Perhaps it was necessary for you to undergo further personal growth.
Nestling into the curve of his neck, you pulled the comforter up higher to conceal your front. A shiver raced down your spine as his hand traced gentle patterns on your bare back beneath the fabric, making you feel slightly bashful at being so exposed to him. He smirked, placing a kiss on your neck and teasing, "Are you getting shy now, my wife? There's no need to cover up or hide from me; I've already seen everything."
"You can be so annoying, you know that?" Rolling your eyes, you playfully pushed at his chest, but he easily resisted, his strength overpowering your feeble attempts. With feather-light kisses dancing across your skin, he tickled you, eliciting a giggle. Chuckling, he remarked, "Oh, come on. I miss the bold Lady Park who took charge last night."
Blushing, you let out an embarrassed squeal, "Oh, quit it! Stop reminding me!" He chuckled, hugging you close against him, his voice teasing as he whispered in your ear, "Remember how badly you wanted me to undo your hanbok?"
"Shut up, Park Seonghwa, or elseâ"
"Or else what, my dear Lady Park?"
Your husband's smug grin only fueled your frustration. Summoning a surge of determination, you swiftly flipped him onto the bed, looming over him as you straddled his hips, "I'll make you regret it," you declared, a playful glare in your eyes.
His heart skipped a beat as he looked up at you, struck by your beauty with your long hair framing your face like a curtain.
"Go ahead, my love. Make me regret."
Unbeknownst to the two, Eunsook and the group of maids assigned to bathe the couple all exchanged sheepish glances. The head maid cleared her throat, shooting a stern look at the young maids to silence them for fear of alerting you both, ordering in a soft voice, "We'll come back later. It seems the master and mistress are not quite prepared to begin their day just yet."
Jongho was taken aback to see the elderly woman return with the maids she had brought along, supposedly to get the couple ready for the day, "Huh? Are you all finished already? That was fast."
Dismissing the maids, Eunsook offered the assistant a knowing smile, "It appears the master and mistress are, um... still occupied at the moment. We'll come back later to check on them. For now, please ensure no one disturbs them."
His ears turned red as he registered what she meant by that, nodding quickly, "Y-yes, of course! I'll make sure no one passes through."
As half a day slipped away, you and Seonghwa finally emerged from his quarters, ready to receive your baths. The maids couldn't contain their giggles as they noticed the new marks adorning your skin, evidence of the passionate nightâand morningâyou and the general had shared. These marks were different from your old scarsâthey spoke of love and affection rather than pain. You pouted at their laughter, but they only laughed harder, "Enough, you meanies."
Eunsook softened as she washed your hair, "We're just happy for you, mistress. You are happy, aren't you?"
You bit your lip, nodding, "I am happy. The happiest woman on earth, if possible."
"Then that's all that matters to us."
Their hearts warmed at the beautiful smile that graced your face, wishing for nothing more than for you to remain content for as long as possible. You, the miracle who had brought so much light into the once sombre halls of the general's estate, truly deserved all the happiness in the world.
On the other side of the room, while assisting his master with the final touches of his outfit for the day, Jongho couldn't help but notice Seonghwa's dreamy expression and the persistent little smile on his handsome face.
"You seem to be in a good mood, sir," the assistant remarked as he focused on fastening the ribbons on the general's attire. Your husband nodded, "I am. Who would've thought married life isn't half as bad as we initially believed. In fact, it's pretty damn amazing. You should try it too, Jongho."
Blinking rapidly, the younger man raised a brow, "Try what? Marriage? Sir, I have no time for that. I'd make a terrible husband."
Seonghwa sighed, "See, that's your problem. You're always too dedicated, never making time for yourself. As much as I value your dedication, I want you to find happiness too."
"I am content, sir."
"Oh, come on, that's not what I meantâ"
"Your outfit is ready, sir. You're all set."
Shaking his head in resignation, the general rubbed his temples, "Wooyoung was right about you. You need to get a life."
"He said what? The audacityâ"
Heaving a deep sigh, Seonghwa rubbed his eyes after going over all the reports Mingi had prepared detailing every aspect of the recent war with Ruhonâthe strategies employed and areas for improvement. The documents required his stamp of approval before they were shipped off to be stored in the palace archives. The military strategist had provided such detailed explanations that they were now giving him a headache.
"Gosh, I can't decide whether I love or hate Officer Song for these long ass reports. They're thorough to the point of being exhausting," he said with a shake of his head, "Is that everything, Jongho?"
The assistant nodded, gathering the completed scrolls to be delivered to San for a final vetting, "Yes, sir. That was the last of it. You're finished for the day. If that is all, I should probably hand these over to Royal Secretary Choi immediately."
"Oh, thank god. Go ahead, Jongho."
With a respectful bow, the younger man did not waste another second making a beeline for the exit, his mind focused on nothing else but his task. The general stared after him with a defeated huff, wishing for his aide to be a little less uptight and to live a little, "I should probably find him a wife."
Speaking of wives, he was reminded of his own. Suddenly, all concerns for Jongho's love life were pushed to the back of his mind and forgotten. Excitedly rising from his seat, his heart raced with anticipation as he set off to find you. He felt bad for leaving you alone for most of the day due to his work, but now he couldn't wait to have you all to himself.
Oh, it would feel like paradise.
He frowned, his steps faltering when he found you nowhere in the House of Lotus. Hastening his pace, he headed to the garden, where you often spent time tending to the flowers with Eunsook and the maids, only to find it empty. As a last resort, he even checked Yunho's quarters, torn between relief at finding the physician alone and frustration at not finding you.
Could you be upset with him for not spending time with you all day? No, that didn't seem like you at all. You were literally the most understanding person he knew. So, where could you be hiding? The wildest scenarios began to creep into his mind when he couldn't find you. What if his enemies had somehow infiltrated the estate? What if you were kidnapped? What ifâ
His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of you in the living hall, seated with Hongjoong and Wooyoung, seemingly engrossed in something. The two men watched you intently, particularly the investigator, who seemed more focused on your face than whatever you were doing. With a clearing of his throat, Seonghwa crossed his arms over his chest, "What are you three up to?"
Turning to glare at him, the dressmaker hushed him, "Keep it down, you doofus! She's trying to concentrate!"
Feeling offended, your husband narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to finally see what you had been up to; you were focused on learning embroidery. It dawned on him that Hongjoong must be teaching you a bit about his craft. He softened as he observed the deeply immersed look on your face, with your tongue poking out of the corner of your lips in concentration.
Good lord, she looks adorable.
In his attempt to move closer to you, he was met with yet another warning glare, causing annoyance to bubble within him. While he was grateful for the company Hongjoong and Wooyoung provided you in his absence, a part of him couldn't shake the irritation of seeing you accompanied by other men, even if they were his friends.
At that moment, he questioned why the guys were still around. The dressmaker, physician, and investigator had only been summoned while he was away at war to watch over you. Now that he was back home, he realised their presence was no longer necessary. It was then that he made a firm decision. From now on, he was determined to spend this time after your wedding alone with you.
The general wasted no time gathering his three friends that evening as soon as your embroidery lesson came to an end. With a polite yet firm tone, he explained his desire to have some alone time with you, dismissing them from the estate. Hongjoong and Yunho exchanged knowing glances, understanding the importance of the honeymoon period for passionate newlyweds like yourselves. Although Wooyoung was reluctant to go, he ultimately knew he had no choice but to comply with Seonghwa's request.
In a matter of days, the trio officially left the estate, returning to their own lives. This left you and your husband alone at last, ready to begin this new chapter of your lives together.
True to his expectations, the weeks that followed were pure bliss. He requested time off from work, and His Majesty was happy to oblige. He spent nearly every waking hour glued to you. By this point, everyone in the estate knew better than to interrupt when the master and mistress wanted privacy, ensuring the couple had all the intimate moments they needed. There were even jokes among the staff that a little Park might be on the way soon at this rate.
And perhaps their predictions weren't so far-fetched after all. It was on a fine day when you were spending another lovely afternoon in the House of Lotus practising embroidering, or at least tried to, with your husband seated behind you, his arms encircling your frame, that you began to show signs of sickness.
Leaving kisses all over your neck, he tickled you endlessly, causing you to giggle and push him away, "Hwa, please, I can't focus when you keepâ" Before you could finish your sentence, a sudden wave of nausea hit you, and you let out a small gasp, pressing a hand to your chest to contain it.
Concerned, he immediately stopped and turned you around gently, "What is it, my love? Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine... the feeling's gone, maybe it was something I ate," you reassured him when he suggested summoning the physician. Eventually, he relented and left you alone.
The second time occurred during dinner, with the kitchen having prepared one of your favourite dishes. Instead of savouring it as you normally would, you pressed a hand to your nose, "You okay, my wife?" you nodded and attempted to eat, only to end up retching from the smell of the dish.
Once again, you insisted you were fine and refused to see the doctor. He let you be, telling himself that if anything else were to happen, he wouldn't hesitate to call Yunho over. You convinced him that you must have caught the cold or something, seemingly fine after some rest.
The breaking point came during a leisurely stroll together in the garden. He tightened his hold on you when he noticed you swaying slightly. Smiling up at him, you reassured him, "I'm fine, Hwa. You worry too much." To ease his worries, you pressed your lips against his. For a moment, it worked, and he lost himself in the sweet kiss.
However, when you pulled back, seemingly out of breath, his heart lurched in his chest as your eyes rolled back, and he didn't waste a second catching your limp form in his arms.
"Jongho! Get Physician Jung here now!"
The sense of terror hit Seonghwa like a tidal wave as he found himself cradling you, unconscious, on his bed. Seeing you like this scared him more than any war ever could. Yunho rushed in shortly after, and the general reluctantly stepped aside to let the doctor examine you. Gently, he held your wrist, reading your pulse, after ensuring you were physically alright.
A few tense moments later, the taller man turned around with a smile, and your husband held his breath, "Congratulations, General Park. Your wife is with child."
Emotions surged within your husband as he released a sigh of relief, tears gathering in his eyes. The realisation dawned on himâof course, you were pregnant. How had he not considered that sooner? Slowly, the significance of it all began to sink in. The love of his life was carrying his child.
I'm going to be a father.
Y'all, I was sleep-deprived asf writing the second half part of this bonus part HAHA I hope it didn't seem rushed or anything.
As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3
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lets christen this blog with some arlecchino content
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dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap usage, strap referred to as 'cock,' fellatio, size kink, leash/collar, asphyxiation, fingering, doggy-style
a/n: welcome to my new blog, bun ⥠and thank you for the ask!! as always, you know arlecchino is one of my absolute favorites to write about. i haven't written in a hot minute so, let's see what i can cook up
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she loves the way you look on your knees.
specifically with that expensive red leather collar wrapped snugly around your neck.
and especially with the matching leash attached to it, held firmly in her hand, tugging your lips further down her cock.
ah, and her absolute favorite was when that collar and leash were the only things on your body, not obscuring your nakedness from her whatsoever.
she urges you to take more of her, sliding closer to her base, and you greedily take her into your throat like such a good little pet.
her sweet little plaything she adores so much. it never ceases to amaze her how such a sweet little pet could fit so much into her mouth from just a few praises and tugs of your leash.
her eyes sparkle wickedly when you whimper, almost as cruel as the tightened grip of her hand, limiting your airflow further as she rests her free hand under her chin.
"you're doing well, pet." she chooses her words carefully, untucking her hand from her face to stroke the bulge in your throat as you swallow around the faux cock. "such a good girl, aren't you?"
she speaks to you like you really are just a dumb little pet, as if your only purpose was to entertain her. though, you both know your relationship was much more than that, you couldn't help but delight in the idea of simply being her pretty toy whenever she called.
her hand rests atop your head now, guiding your movements, listening to the slick sounds from your saliva and your soft choking noises as she grinds her hips.
the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes cause her to falter, her thumb tenderly brushing them away as she pulls her cock from your lips. she marvels at the spit connecting her tip to your mouth.
you feel her gently wipe it up, tilting your chin up to look at her with that cute, dazed expression of yours.
"all fours, doll." she doesn't need to say it again as you immediately clamber to perch yourself on her bed, ass up and perfectly presented to her.
her nails dig into your hips as she squeezes the fat, the corner of her lip quirking up at your desperate pushing into her hands.
she reels one back, landing a slap on your thigh that stung slightly when she pulled away. "behave yourself. i don't have the patience for an attitude tonight." she reminds you, pinching your thigh.
she pushes open your legs, eyeing your glistening pussy as she tuts. "you're practically dripping, and i haven't even touched you." she pets your lips with two fingers.
she teases you with the freshly blunted ends, letting you feel the small gesture of love, meant to allow her to entertain and prep you herself. no additional toys needed.
her first finger slides in almost embarrassingly easy, a soft slick noise emanating when she withdraws and pushes back in. she grunts, feeling you clamp down around her. "relax."
"i'm trying-" you huff at her, whimpering when she spanks you.
"it wasn't a suggestion." she sighs, pressing two digits into you, crooking them just so to tease you. she loved to tease you the most, getting you oh so close to the edge, only to rip it away from you.
she rubs up into your g-spot, hearing you muffle your moans in her blankets, clawing at the fabric and resisting the urge to fuck her hand.
just when you think she'll have mercy, she tugs her hand away, lifting her fingers up to her lips to lick them clean of your essence, bringing the remains to your own lips to taste.
she almost smiles at the way you look with her fingers on your tongue. such a sweet pet.
she slides them slightly too deep just to hear you gag before pulling away and wiping them off, lining her cock up with your entrance. she holds your hips steady, one hand's nails digging in just enough to leave light indentations.
she'll never get bored of watching your cunt struggle to take her, how you flutter around her size and sniffle so pathetically into the pillows. she almost feels obligated to comfort you, if not for the fact she knows you can take her just fine. soon enough, you'll be begging her for more.
"good, pet. you're doing very well. spread your thighs wider, relax." her thumb rubs circles into your hip as she eases her strap deeper. "you'll take everything i give you, and you will thank me for all of it."
"yes, sir."
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18+ / mdi
content: perv!wonwoo, established relationship, afab reader, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 2215
a/n: u can assume this is pt. 2 to this or just read on its own. they're not rlly connected at all but same premise đ
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being wonwoo's girlfriend was quite an experience. when you'd first met the boy, - courtesy of an introduction through your mutual friend kim mingyu - he had seemed like an absolute gentleman. he was even a little more shy and reserved than most other guys, something you had found adorable during your first few dates. the shy looks and touches at the beginning of the relationship made your heart soar, but they didnt last too long. it wasnt until the relationship got a bit more serious that you got to know the real wonwoo.
although he still treated you like absolute royalty in every aspect possible, providing everything you could ever need and granting every wish you could even imagine, you hadn't realized how much of a pervert your boyfriend truly was until a few weeks into the relationship.
it wasnt like it was a huge issue. and its not like you were against his very obvious obsession with touching you, no. you welcomed it, even. who would be against the constant touch of a jeon wonwoo? denying him would feel like insanity for you, but it could sometimes get in the way of things.
it had just been getting out of hand as of late. you were on a call? too bad, he's rubbing his fingers on your pussy. need to wash dishes? he's eating your pussy from behind. gotta shower? he's stepping in and fucking you against the wall. you need to leave early in the morning? he's holding you back and fucking you into the mattress. your body was bruised and sore (in all the best ways possible) because he just could not be around you without dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. it was pure, never ending pleasure, but it came with never ending interruptions in your every day life.
like now, as you tried to innocently watch a movie with your boyfriend. you knew it was coming, but you still allowed yourself to be caught off guard when wonwoo slowly scooted closer and closer until he was able to sneak his hand into your loose pajama shorts. without even saying anything, he began to rub at you, causing you to lose focus on what was playing on screen, eyes becoming heavy.
"nonu ... the movie," you whined half-heartedly, still wanting to watch the movie but also enjoying his soft touches too much to actually attempt to push him away.
"shh, baby. keep watching the movie," he kept rubbing at you, getting you wetter and wetter by the second, up until he determined you were wet enough for him to slip his fingers in, getting you to whine his name in the way he loved. your eyes closed as his fingers toyed with you, hitting all your favorite spots as you became putty under his hands.
"didn't you wanna watch the movie, baby? what happened? open your eyes for me," he was evil when he got like this. your pleasure was his only focus, but he would only give it to you under his own terms.
you attempted to open your eyes, but your body was working against you, causing you to writhe desperately at the way his thumb had moved up to softly toy with your clit while his pointer and middle finger pistoned in and out of you at a speed your body couldn't process.
"nonu! nonu, please, fuck ..." the high pitch of your voice gave you away without having to warn him of your impending orgasm. he knew all your tells by now, being fully aware that just a few more seconds and he'd have his fingers drenched by you.
"c-cumming! non-u!"
he removed his fingers from you, not bothering to wipe them before slipping them in your mouth without warning. "tasty. right, baby?", he chuckled to himself at your surprised yelp at the sudden intrusion in your mouth.
he snuck his hand right back in your shorts and gathered a bit more of your essence to stick in his own mouth, humming at the taste, "yeah, so fucking good," he scooted to your side, cuddling against you as you still caught your breath before pointing at the movie still playing on screen, "thank you, baby. now tell me what i missed?"
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you were running a bit late today. you had stayed up late with wonwoo last night, doing things you were too ashamed to say out loud. so you weren't too surprised when you'd woken up and realized you had missed your usual alarm due to your heavy sleep. but it was fine! if you rushed, you could still get ready quickly enough to arrive at a respectable time. the only issue was, you were still buried against wonwoo's chest, strong arms wrapped around you as you felt him press himself up against you. you were pretty sure he was still sleeping, yet not surprised at realizing he was horny even in his sleep.
"nonu? are you asleep?", you attempted to peek at him from your angle, but only catching sight of a fluffy head of hair resting against your back.
he simply groaned in response, snuggling impossibly closer to you, causing you to feel him even more.
"wonwoo, i need to go ..."
"no you dont," he powered through half a sentence even in his sleepy state, "you still got time, don't you baby?"
"im gonna be late, nonu."
he began to unwrap himself from you, making you believe he was moving aside so that you could get up, except he had only disconnected from you so that he could get a better angle to begin to hover his body over yours.
"you have time, though. right, baby? just need five minutes," he mumbled as he began to press kisses to your neck.
your body betrayed you yet again, as you tilted your head to the side to give him more room to kiss on you, "i ... nonu, i'm already late," you left your arms limp on your sides, trying to not indulge on the man above you, but he kept instigating you with his touches.
"don't worry, hmm? ill be quick. you wont be late. promise."
you knew this to be a lie, but the moment he started grinding his hips against yours, you were gone. there was no longer any room for rational thinking in your now-empty head. your arms had now admitted defeat in pretending not to want to seek his touch, now lifting up to grab at his back as he canted his hips down. it was all very soft and slow, very much unlike wonwoo, but you couldnt blame him considering last night's events, when he'd quite literally fucked you into the mattress until the late hours of the night.
he seemed to grow tired of the mere friction after a few minutes, preferring to find your warmth instead. there was no need to undress, since you'd both remained in your nude forms from last night. he slipped in with no problem, groaning out your name into your ear at the feeling. he expressed his pleasure in a wide array of expletives against your ear, breath warm and heavy.
"you're always so tight, baby. so perfect for me."
"cant be away from this pussy for too long or i go insane. but you know that, dont you, baby?"
"driving me fucking insane, shit. pressing up against me all night. thinking i wont just fuck you into the mattress all over again."
"gonna keep this pussy here all day. gonna make sure you can't make it out of bed, baby. would you like that?"
his words had you feeling lightheaded, scratching your nails along the length of his back as he eventually sped up, clearly in search of his climax. wonwoo was always a little extra sensitive in the mornings, something about how pretty and warm you look after waking up, he'd once said. you felt the same, finally looking up to make eye contact with the pretty boy currently hitting your cervix over and over. the softness of his features early into the morning, still tired but simultaneously full of energy to fuck you with made you shudder.
wonwoo came first, filling you to the brim as he began to rub at your clit, wanting you to climax with him. you'd only finished a few seconds later, as he was barely coming down from his own high.
you both fell limp against the bed, side by side as you attempted to catch your breaths.
"baby ..." he spoke up first, "just call in sick. you're already late. i'll make it worth your while ..."
you didn't even need to respond, knowing your body would betray you once again.
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it was a regular saturday. and every saturday you had the luxury of staying home, free of work. wonwoo had a tendency of matching his days off with yours, wanting to spend the very little free time you had together. unfortunately, most days off were spent running errands and doing household chores, which is what you were doing right now.
you'd usually split the household duties with wonwoo, alternating between what each of you would do. this week it was your turn to do the laundry, while wonwoo took care of vacuuming. you usually enjoyed doing the laundry, but unfortunately for you, this week you had to wash all your towels and sheets on top of the usual load of laundry. but you did it with no complaint, knowing your also-tired boyfriend was currently helping out with his part.
you focused on the laundry for a while, separating what needed to go on different loads while humming along to the song playing from your phone. that is, until you felt something, or rather, someone creep up on you from behind. suddenly hands had appeared on your hips, and a new warmth pressed up against your back. it was wonwoo, of course. unable to keep his hands off you once again.
"nonu, did you finish vaccuming?", you asked, barely reacting to his sudden touch, being completely used to him grabbing at you at any and every possible time.
he simply hummed against you, beginning to let his hands wander, landing on your breasts as he interrupted your folding of clothes.
you sighed, seeming frustrated but not actually being so, "wonwoo, i need to finish the laundry. later, okay?"
"baby ... c'mon. you want it too, i know you," with this, he began to fondle your tits, pinching at your nipples through your clothes and beginning a slow grind against you. he was hard again, at no one's surprise.
as anyone may have guessed, it didn't take long for him to get you to open your legs for him, sitting atop the drier as he hammered into you, banging your bodies against the harsh material of the machine. it was an uncomfortable position, granted, but the pleasure wonwoo always managed to give you overpowered any discomfort.
"n-nonu! shit, right there!", the lower angle in which he was ramming himself at was making you see stars, enjoying the way his pelvis ground against your clit.
he didn't tend to be too vocal, usually sticking to low groans and dirty talk against your ear, which is what he was doing once more.
"hate doing chores baby. just want your pussy .. hate how busy we are lately. gotta fuck you whenever i can. gotta keep you nice and full."
and full he kept you. having either fucked, sucked or gagged you multiple times throughout the rest of the day. his reasoning kept being that today was your one day off that matched both your schedules, and that he'd wanted to take full advantage of it. even after finishing inside you after fucking you on top of the drier for fifteen minutes, he moved on immediately to face you against him, lowering himself to the floor in order to lick at you from behind, eating some of his own cum in the process.
"so fucking tasty. jesus, baby you're perfect."
it was insane to you how insatiable the once shy boy was when it came to your body, but now wasn't the time to think about that. not when you were too busy throwing your head back and pushing your ass against his face in order to get him to lick and suck more at your swollen cunt.
he loved how responsive you were. never denying him and always enthusiastically letting him get away with whichever perverted escapade he wanted at the moment. the thought of his pretty baby being so nice and ready for him at all times made him shove his face even closer to you, sucking at your clit in a way that made you scream out his name. cumming came soon after, having felt overly sensitive after getting no break between your orgasms. you finished with yet another scream of his name, almost dropping on top of him as he lightly licked at you through your high.
"you okay?," he asked after getting up, helping you lean against the dryer in order to not drop due to your wobbly legs.
"you need to stop fucking me every five minutes, nonu. you're gonna render me useless," you chuckled out of breath, despite not meaning your words.
"yeah? let's test that theory out."
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Jealousy
Illumi x Fem!Reader
warnings: slight dubcon(?), fingering
A/N: IâM BACK FROM HIATUS!! This is just a lil something I came up with, thereâs more illumi content coming. Just be patient with me!
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Illumi has recently realized that he doesnât like seeing you around other men.
You wouldnât think he even cared as an outsider looking in. His demeanor is calm, his eyes dark and unemotional as he watches you from across the room.
Your job for the mission was to temporarily entertain a high ranking member in the local mafia. The man was all up on you, breathing on your neck and keeping your body flush against his as he laughed and sipped at his whiskey.
Illumi didnât care for you that much, you were just supposed to be a pawn to him, something that helped by using your feminine charm and easygoing personality to further his goals.
But⊠as blood dropped down his hand after shattering the glass heâd been holding, he realized that perhaps⊠you werenât something so simple to him.
Illumi was across the room in a second, pulling you away and towards the bathroom. At first you struggled, but his touch turned⊠possessive. His grip on your wrist was tight, and you couldnât pull away.
âQuiet. Just⊠need you for a moment.â
He stared at you once you were locked in the bathroom, his eyes unreadable. His hand reached out to cup your cheek with as much gentleness as he could muster.
As if testing the waters, he brushed his thumb over your lip, observing you like a cat would a timid mouse.
âW-what are you doing..?â
Illumi stayed quiet for a moment, frowning a little. âTrying to understand why I get so angry when another man touches youâŠâ
This made your face feel hot, but you were unable to turn away when he was holding your face firmly in his hand.
He sighed, narrowing his eyes and tilting your face in several different directions before moving his hands from your face to your shirt.
âI-Illumi-!â
He lifted your shirt, examining your bra before pushing it up to reveal your perky, already hardening nipples.
âHmmâŠâ
Illumi had never had any interest in the female form before, but something was compelling him to see more, to touch and feel all of you. His body felt strangely warm and his pants tight, it was⊠uncomfortable.
âWhat are you doing to me, (Name)? Is it some drug? Some nen curse?â he asked as he pinched and rolled your perky buds between his nimble, pale fingers.
You couldnât do anything but whimper. It felt⊠exciting, and even if you wanted him to stop itâs not like you could take a trained assassin on in a fight⊠so you let him continue.
He was completely concentrated on you, unable to tear his eyes away from your half naked and trembling body.
âHmmâŠâ
Illumi felt the strangest urge, one heâd never felt once before in his life. Looking down at your hazy eyes and soft, plump lips⊠he couldnât help but lean down.
Before he knew it his lips were on yours and his hands were dipping to your hips, tugging your pants down and slipping his fingers into your panties.
As his tongue entered your mouth, his finger penetrated you, making you gasp out. âM-Mmph, Illumi!â
âThis feelingâŠâ
His head felt fuzzy, his body warm and ever so needy. What exactly did he need? Why was he so desperate to get it?
The second he felt your pussy clench around his fingers, things slowly started to fall into place. Why he didnât like other men around you, what that feeling that pervaded his mind wasâŠ
He pulled his mouth away from yours, a strand of saliva connecting your tongues. You felt hot and heavy, already soaking through your panties.
âThis⊠was informative.â
You nearly fell on your face when Illumi licked your essence from his fingers before pulling your pants back up, even being so gracious to button them got you.
âIâll expect you in my room later tonight to⊠discuss the mission.â he said softly, turning away to walk out of the bathroom door.
âM-mhmâŠâ
You were still recovering from the shock of his sudden shift in behavior and your orgasm, and he seemed content with what had happened.
Illumi walked out of the bathroom and towards his target, eager to get this mission done with.
After all, heâd get to have you all to himself once it was done.
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đž âââ hey all here is a romantic reading to get in the mood for the spring! this reading will look into who your person is (so think carefully about your person) and what they love or will love about you. as always, enjoy!
đž âââ picking your pile: take a deep breath and allow your soul to centre itself. when you feel your mind balanced and cleared, allow yourself to be drawn to an image. your eyes may gravitate to one, or you may close your eyes and feel which image is calling out.
đž âââ be sure to check out my other readings and donât forget to share and give feedback. disclaimer: all readings done are for entertainment only. please do not use my tarot readings as a replacement for legitimate advice.
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pile one
who is your person
cards: emperor rv, nine of pentacles, three of swords
honestly pile one your person is coming across like an ex or an old flame. it seem to me that you have shyed away from each other. if you do not have an ex that you are thinking of, it could be someone you meet in the future but you will separate somehow. they will be a very important lover in your life. this person, you or the relationship with them could be immature, generally speaking. you both weren't ready for it. there may have been committment issues or loyalty issues. honestly, i'm thinking you or this person is still hung up on the relationship, or both of you could feel this way.
i do not see this person as your life partner, but the relationship you had with them is an important one in your life. i'm also seeing them as the one that got away. the person who seemed perfect but it still somehow ended with heartache. i also think that for a small number of you, this could be someone from you past who you did not have a romantic relationship with, but there are still romantic feelings involved. overall, this is definitely someone from the past, or someone who will become your past. there is betrayal and hurt here. it didn't end on great terms, but the connection (beginning, during and end) hold significance in your life
could be an ex or someone from you past, someone you may have parted with recently. could also be someone from you past that you have not been romantically involved with or attracted to, however, they do have romantic feelings towards you.
whart do they love about you
cards: two of cups rv, nine of cups, ten of wands rv
they love the essence of you, your true and authentic version. you're not like anyone they've known or been with. you learned how to love yourself even when you didn't want to. they struggled to feel the same way for themselves so they knew you were someone special, someone they could learn from. however, they weren't mature enough to do the same, they could only watch and wish it could be them. they admire you in that way, you can pick yourself up, whereas they need others to help them up when they're down. they honestly compare themselves to you a lot.
nine of cups came up and again, it's making me think of "the one that got away." i think you are perfect in their eyes. they believe you are the perfect person to have a serious, long term relationship with. maybe even marriage. but it didn't work out and they have a hard time getting over it because they know it will be almost impossible to find someone as perfect again. they love how content you are in any situation, you can always see the good things. they often wonder how you can be so content and abundant, without realising that only a small mindset shift can allow them to feel the same. except, they are not ready to grow up in that aspect.
they also love your ability to multi-task. you can juggle so many things at once. even if you feel overwhelmed, you don't show it. when i think about how this person loves you, it's more that you are someone they look up to, someone they wish they could be more akin to. kind of like a role model, and they expected to much while at the same time did not fulfil expectations placed on them. i think they realised they hindered your progress, so they loved that you still chose them and loved them back, at least while it lasted. you can be soemone who tries to do too much all by yourself. although they cared about you, they still loved this about you. they loved that you don't give up, that you're confident you can do all these things. they love all these incredible aspects of you, but in the end the love they gave you didn't express those deeper and truer feelings of their love for you.
pile two
who is your person
cards: high priestess, two of swords, king of pentacles
instantly i am seeing you know who this person is. so if you are asking about a current partner, this reading is about them. if you're asking about your future spouse, this reading will be about them. whoever you had in mind while choosing this reading, it will likely be about them. this is a person who is spiritually enlightening, they show you how to grow, to see the world in a new way. they have a rich inner world and you will feel honoured to have them share it with you.
i do see future spouse for pile two, but i do not think marriage is the necessity for all who chose pile two. it's likely this person will be a serious, long term partner. ultimately, someone who you settle down with for a significant period of your life. they are someone who seeks harmony above all. they don't like chaotic and uneasy situations. even in a relationship, they work on maintaining the peace. they hate arguing. they are very balanced and make decisions carefully. they seem smart both emotionally and intellectually. they have a good balance. they also seem abundant and successful. they are a good provider and they have ambitions they want to share with you.
what do they love
cards: ace of cups, the magician, eight of cups
they love that you are their best friend. i'm seeing friends to lovers here for most of you. it could indicate your person being a childhood friend, or it could be someone you meet in the future who you will be friends with first before exploring anything romantic with them. you are like a good omen to them. i'm seeing that good things happen to them when they are around you more. they think of you like their lucky charm. you spread joy in their life and bring triumph to them. they love how happy and at peace it feels with you.
you could be a particularly energetic person. if not, maybe around them you have more energy or they get so excited when around you. you're like a mood booster for them. honestly pile two your person feels so adorable, they love everything about you! they would always find something new to love about you. if manifestation is a big thing in your life, i'm definitely seeing that they love those powers you have. they love that they can share it with you. they love how creative you are, you can make the most from anything. you always find a way out. i think you may have left something big and important behind when moving through life, and they admire the strength you had to do that. they love that you can let go when necessary, how you always know when to face you fears but also when it's not worth facing them, but to instead leave them behind and grow into a new person.
pile three
who is your person
cards: king of wands, ace of pentacles, five of cups
this feels like a spouse, if you are asking about a current or future spouse. he also feels quite masculine. it could also be a boyfriend or partner who radiates a lot of masculinity. this person is not so concerned with creativity and compassion. he may be a proud person, stubborn also. but he is a good leader. he works well in a team and is empowering to others, often without realising. this person is a doer, he is action oriented. while he may be creative in the way that he makes things or makes things happen, i mean he isn't creative in the sense that he is concerned about hobbies etc. like, his hobbies centre around consuming rather than creating.
i think this is someone you will meet or have met through career, finance or anything work related. maybe not all of you, some could also meet them through friends and family, or online even. he is financially well-off. tends to have stable relationships but most of the time, relationships are not his priority, the work is. deep down your person has a lot of sadness, loneliness, despair even. they have achieved a lot in life, mostly in terms of career or money. but they do have regrets and disappointments. they have things they need to forgive themselves for.
what do they love about you
cards: six of wands, queen of cups, seven of cups
oh they see you as the prize. like, i'm lowkey getting playboy vibes from this person but it's not strong. some of you may be dealing with an extreme playboy, while others may be dealing with a normal guy just with committal issues. but in terms of them approaching you and being with you, it's making me feel like you are the catch and they caught you. and they feel even more successful in life when they are with you. they like to show you off and i'm seeing...if you like being showed off, they will love it. and if you're shy about being shown off, they will still love it becuase they find you so cute. you will be an achievement or milestone to them, and they will love that you are this person for them. someone that can make them feel fulfilled in their unique way.
they love how self-confident you are and although i see some of you have confidence issues, they will still love it because they can relate. i think you will bring them down from a high horse, your humilty and down to earth-ness will give them a new perspective and they will love that you of all people did that for them. they love your compassion and sympathy, your authenticity. how you can be real when they can't. i'm seeing they also love how you embrace them. they daydream about being in your arms. they love how dreamy you are, they think you're ethereal. like, i'm literally seeing you are the person everyone wants to wife/husband up. so when they get you, you can bet they are over the moon. though, you may be a little detached from reality, a hopeless romantic, obsessed with the ideas in your head. it is the complete opposite to them as you are a dreamer and they are a doer. but ther still love it about you. they inspire you and sometimes force you to make something of your goals and ambitions, but they also love that you are on your own path even if it is different.
pile four
who is your person
cards: page of cups, knight of swords rv, the devil rv
i have a feeling that this will be a long term partner or even a spouse, but for some of you it could be someone you meet randomly. you will meet this person out of the blue, and the relationship or love you have with them will be completely unexpected. this is someone who will change you life massively. this connection will be based on intellectual compatibility which may be why you seem so drawn to them in the beginning, and also why this relationship grows deeper without you expecting it to. it will be a very strong bond, but i do see communication issues happening nonetheless.
honestly, for some this could be a person you break up with, or it may possibly end in divorce. for some, this could even be about a current partner but you are thinking about or are on the verge of breaking up. while this this person can inspire much love and many emotions regarding the connection you share, i am indeed seeing negative emotional patterns. so separating from them will break you free from their bad habits. hm i see maybe you could be the one with bad habits, and they are stepping away from you. there are many options with this pile. honestly, while your person seems life they are a long term or serious partner, they are not your person for life. they still love you, but it doesn't feel like a strong or healthy kind of love. so although you may be blinded by love or in a honeymoon phase etc (or this could be you and your person in the future) there is a lot of careless choices made, and lots of forgiving for things that shouldn't be forgiven. you person seems like a strongly emotional, smart person. but they're not the right one for you, i am seeing.
what do they love about you
cards: ten of wands, ace of swords, ace of cups rv
so despite the above descriptions of you person, they do still hold love for you. they love many things about you. i'm seeing that this person feels or knows they are a burden to you, but they love that you still love them anyway. for some it is that gratitude for your unconditional love, even when they're not in the best position. but for others, i do think it is felt more in a negative way. they love you because they know you still love them no matter the way they treat you. they know you won't leave or establish the standards you want in a relationship because you love them either way. i didn't get messages like this one for the other piles, but i am hearing that you really need to examine your lifestyle, if loving them is or will be worth it. they like how responsible you are. it's refreshing compared to their immaturity and carelessness.
okay they also like that you are intellectual, i see a stimulating mental bond. you always find a way to break through problems, even if the pass to success is challenging you make it through. they love your ideas. you could have random thoughts and tell them about it and they find it so odd but so cute and endearing. they love being the one you tell those things to. i'm honestly seeing jobs, projects, work etc. it's not clear exactly how they love those things about you, maybe they love your job, seeing you work, you could be successful at work or in other projects. they love seeing you succeed but i do also see some being insecure and jealous. and others possibly leeching from your hard work. it truly does feel magical with you, they understand your value. but again, there is another message here to focus on your wellbeing. you are repressing emotions and avoiding self love and care in favour of this person and relationship. i'm trying to explain what your person loves about you but all i'm hearing is that you deserve better, make from that what you will.
pile five
who is your person
cards: the artist rv, eight of cups, queen of pentacles
this person could be a creator or a naturally creative person, but they have blockages. their intuition is a mess. they may be or feel disconnected from the world or reality. this is definitely a partner, i'm seeing a current person. if you are asking about your future spouse, this could be the energy they are currently experiencing. they're kind of in a slump right now. but whoever they are, they are working hard to be financially stable. they have abandonment issues. they need a change in perspective, something new and fresh in life.
i see that they are someone who can focus on nurturing, they want to provide for others, and they will get to that point. oh, i'm seeing that their most evolved self will be a provider, a hard worker. not necessarily successful but they work hard and have a warm, generous personality. they would do anything for the people they love. but right now, they're in a rut, so their energy is a little difficult to pick up. they are so caring, and they learn to also care for themselves which they have not always done in the past. i also see they are very talented. they are such a family person, responsible and accountable. i'm really feeling this person will have a mental, spiritual, emotional glow up. when you meet them/this version of them, they will be so down to earth and warm.
what do they love about you
cards: the fool, seven of swords rv, six of swords rv
oh god when i tell you they feel like a fool in love for you. in the past i think they did not believe in a love like this. they thought love, marriage, family is an obligation. they didn't prepare for those things out of a deep desire for it. sure, they wanted love. but it was more because of society or their family telling them it is their duty to have a family or wishing for them to find love one day. so they don't really know what to expect. i'm seeing you could be their first love, first relationship or first person they will ever really love like this. whether you last forever or not, you for sure are this person's forever love. when they meet you and begin dating you, it is like stepping into a whole new world for them. the relationship you have will be a turning point for them. if you are already with them, then your relationship will take a turning point when they go through these personal changes. they have issues from the past but i'm seeing they love you because you understand them, are empathetic of their past, and their mistakes.
i think they may have a dark secret or a mistake from the past. this somehow has a lot to do with their love for you. maybe you forgave them for a mistake, or they trusted you to tell you their secret. it's this kind of thing that makes them love you so much. someone to lean on and trust after a life time of not being able to trust. i think they have tried so many times to change, to make circumstances different or better but it has not worked. but suddenly with you, everything changes for the better. they love that you were their lucky charm, you give them the motivation to keep going. you inspire them so much that even if the future brings troubles, they will jump ahead anyway instead of giving up or being anxious about the future. like, literally turned into a fearless fool because of the love they have for you. they love you so much because they've never had a person like you before who can make them feel this way.
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ă Good little toy ă
⌠synopsis: All he needs from you is to be quiet while he uses you to his hearts content - his favorite cum dump.
⌠wc: 1.6k
⌠cw: fem!reader, sub!reader, reader wearing a collar, oral (reader giving), face/throat fucking, clit and face slapping, cum eating, thigh riding, humiliation, degradation, no prep sex, breeding/creampie, choking.
⌠notes: repost from my Kinktober 2023 | yes another repost of one my fave pieces I wrote đ«
The deal with Toji was simple - he takes his pent up stress and anger out on you and you get the filthiest sex of your life, allowing you to break free from your good girl image you had to uphold in your 9-5 life. Moments with him were a sweet escape from your boring life and allowing you to let go, to give yourself over to him entirely. A small smile formed on your lips when he texted you during a meeting, making it hard to focus for the last few hours, your thighs already rubbing together in anticipation as the words of your boss became background noise, thinking about how he will humiliate you today. The second your meeting was over you clocked out and made your way to the address he sent you, yet another fancy hotel, another big bed you'll wake up alone in, enough cash on the nightstand to pay for breakfast and maybe to treat yourself, that would depend on how well you behave.
Toji gave you a lopsided smirk when you finally came into the door. âTook you long enough, princessâ he cooed and his eyes drifted to the little bag that sat on the desk in the corner, catching your attention now as well. âTake a shower and change into itâ he ordered, legs sprawled out on the bed as his back rested against the headboard. All you could do is grin and nod, knowing exactly that he bought you yet another set of lingerie that might not make it out alive from this encounter. Grabbing the bag you disappeared into the luxurious bathroom to take a hot shower in the rain shower, LED lights illuminating the dark tiled room in a beautiful purple as you lathered your body up with the lavender soap Toji bought for you. When you finally stepped out of the shower you took care of your skin and got dressed in the black lace lingerie he got you, the fabric barely covering your skin. The leather collar with a small chain caught your eye when it fell out of the bag, heat creeping up your neck when you gently put it on, a chain in the front enabling him to choke you later on and the thought of this alone made your head spin as you stepped out of the bathroom.
Your sweet scent filled the room and Toji already sat at the end of the bed, hungry eyes watching every move. âCrawl to meâ he ordered with a dirty grin, loving to see you so submissive when you got onto all fours, crawling towards him as ordered. When you arrived at the bed he carefully reached for the chain at the collar, tugging it so you'd kneel âRemember to use the safeword if it's too muchâ he reminded you, voice laced with something that could resemble care and the moment you nodded you felt his broad hand connect to your cheek in a harsh slap âuse your words, bitchâ he hissed which made you smile âyes, Tojiâ you spoke up confident which earned you a satisfied smile and he released the grip on your collar to free his already aching cock. Heâs been desperate for you since he got up, stroking himself through the fabric of his trousers as he waited for you to emerge from the bathroom and the sight of his thick cock, hanging low from the sheer weight it held almost made you drool. âThat's right⊠you know what to doâ he hummed and tapped the leaking tip against your soft lips, his hand wrapped loosely around the base.
He didn't need to tell you twice, eagerly parting your lips to let your tongue collect some of his leaking essence before wrapping your sweet lips around his tip, slowly lowering yourself until he hit the back of your throat to which he only gave you a warning glare, expecting you to take his entire length⊠and you tried, you really did but the last inch or two just wouldn't fit, making him pull you off by your hair, his glare now dangerously dark as he manhandles you onto the bed, your pretty head hanging off the bed. âOpen up or do I need to make you?â He growled, ready to force his thick length into your mouth if needed but you willingly opened your mouth already âthat's my good slutâ he praised and pushed himself into your awaiting mouth with one harsh thrust, heavy balls slapping your face. A loud groan escaped his lips when he saw the outlines of his dick inside of your throat, gently thrusting his hips against your face before picking up the pace and making you gag repeatedly, leaving him chuckling as he enjoyed your discomfort.
One of his broad hands found their way to your dripping wet cunt, the crotchless panties giving him easy access but he didn't give you your release just yet, fucking your throat without mercy as he delivered one sharp hit against your puffy clit, making you squeal around him. âThat's it, slutâ he groaned, your throat contracting so beautifully around his shaft when you squeal, causing him to give your poor cunt a few more slaps until he came deep inside of your throat, strong arms keeping you in place as he rode his high out, making sure to pull out only once you swallowed everything he so graciously gave to you.
Your face was stained in saliva when he helped you sit up, his lips coming down to the crown of your head for a small kiss, a way to praise you for being so obedient before he sat back down onto the corner of the mattress, patting his thigh gently. âSitâ he ordered you around like a dog and you gladly took a seat, straddling his bare thigh, his pants pooling around his ankles by now. âYou were such a good girl to me⊠now reward yourself. Go on, sweetheartâ he mused, watching you struggle to grind your aching folds against his toned thigh, your clit highly sensitive from the slaps. Tojis strong hands helped you move at first before you found your rhythm, helplessly mewling into his neck as your arousal spread over his leg, making it easier for you to hump against it. He enjoyed how you got yourself off so eagerly, chuckling in amusement âlook at you⊠humping me like a little bitch in heat and causing such a messâ he said cold, making you whimper but he was right - you were so desperate for relieve right now you'd to just about anything for him now if it means you'd get your sweet release. The movement of your hips got erratic, your moans now growing in pitch as you panted, amusing him further only to be pushed off right before the knot inside of you snapped. Your face was pushed against his wet thigh, rubbing you over the wet patch of his skin âclean your mess up, bitchâ he growled and you hesitated for a moment, your entire body shaking from yet another denied orgasm but your tongue still darted out to taste yourself, licking his thigh clean from the remnants of your arousal before you got pulled around by your collar. âYou're so patheticâ he slapped your face once more, the same hand forcing itself between your thighs to make sure you're still wet, his smirk growing when you whimpered from that alone, your folds dripping with your juices. âIf you wanna act like a bitch in heat, I should breed you like one, don't you think?â He asked you amused, your brain not even thinking straight anymore when all you wanted was his fat cock buried deep inside of you.
Toji pushed you over the corner of the bed and pushed himself into your neglected cunt without warning or preparation, a silent scream leaving you as the stretch he provided you tossed you head first into an orgasm, crying out his name in ecstasy. âThat's my good little slut. Gonna breed you nice and full nowâ He groaned, hips slamming against you harder with each thrust. Your body jolted each time, only the weight of his body keeping you in place as you helplessly wailed and screamed at the intensity in which the tip of his cock rammed against your cervix and letting you see stars, the knot inside of you tightening once more. Toji pulled on the back of the collar, choking you when he reached his high, his hot cum painting your walls white which pushed you over the edge another time, breathlessly screaming his name like a lewd prayer only for him to pull out the moment he filled you up. A satisfied smirk on his scarred lips as he watched his cum run out of your abused little hole in thick globs, pulling out his phone to take a quick picture. âYou're so fucking patheticâ he chuckled, smearing his release over your folds, eliciting whines of overstimulation from you while he pulled his pants up with his free hand, ready to leave you there in the puddle of your combined juices - he was never a man for aftercare after all. All he came for was to use you and you enjoyed every second of it. A lopsided smile on your face when you heard the door shut behind him.
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anakin skywalker x fem! reader
summary: you really shouldnât be letting anakin touch you like this. but if itâs so wrong, why does it feel so good?
contains: 18+ content. MINORS DNI. very steamy kissing, some minor grinding, riding, choking if you squint, anakin being a little shit
word count: 1.3k
a/n: kinda a rushed/shit ending but i found this in my drafts & iâm trying to post consistently to keep inspiration coming. so enjoy this baby fic of ani ;)
thereâs a certain thrill that comes with breaking the rules.
you were always one to abide by them. believed that they were created for a reason, and that was reason enough to obey.
then you met anakin skywalker, and he threw that entire notion out the window.
he was temptation personified. forbidden fruit that you longed so desperately to have, to taste. between his lidded gaze and cocky smiles you found yourself entranced with the chosen one in ways that the council wouldâve deemed shameful.
no attachments. that was the rule. but could desire be confused with attachment?
you were about to find out.
anakinâs lips slot against yours like it was meant to be. your hands tug at the collar of his robes, desperate to pull him impossibly closer in the dim lighting of the hallway. your every nerve was hyper aware of both his touch, and your surroundings.
anyone could come across you in this compromising position. despite the fact that everyone else retreated to their chambers for the evening, there was still a chance that a straggler was left wandering the halls. it makes you tense in his hold and pull away reluctantly.
you breathe out his name. a soft, desperate sound that makes his dick hard. the corner of anakinâs mouth turns up in a smug little grin.
âwe canât,â you shake your head, stating it matter of factly. like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy, because it was. you were never a rule breaker, only a devout follower with good intentions. out of all the disobediences you couldâve ever committed, this would by far be the worst.
the rules of the jedi council werenât something you treated as a request. they were orders. defying them meant defying a belief system you held so close to your chest, and letting go of everything youâve ever known.
anakin knows it. and heâs determined to push you to the limit.
when his mouth returns to you, itâs gentler. more intimate. as if heâs trying to convince you to let go without outright saying it. his flesh hand comes up to softly stroke your cheekbone and you melt into him once more. your body thrums not only with lust, but with something else entirely. thereâs a deeper connection between you both, an electrifying sensation thatâs being drawn to the surface.
itâs like the force is telling you this is what youâre meant to do. and that maybe, just maybe, not every rule is meant to be followed.
anakin lets out a deep chuckle as you drag him back to your quarters with an eagerness heâs never seen before. as soon as the door shuts he presses you against it, aligning your cunt with his growing erection while his lips attach themselves to your neck.
when he finds your sweet spot, you gasp, muttering a curse as he smirks against your skin. one hand is wrapped firmly around your waist while the other maps out your body. a brush of fingers against the top of your ass, an experimental squeeze of your breast. anakin was making haste in figuring out what little things made you tick. he knew time was of the essence, and he wanted to make the most of it.
âjust tell me what you want,â anakin murmurs next to your ear. his voice was low, dripping with a desire you could only dream of. you rubbed your thighs together to try and relieve the growing ache between your legs. he takes note, ego inflating over the effect heâs had before even touching you properly. his metal hand grabs your chin between the thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet.
âwhatever you want angel, itâs yours.â
he means it. fully and completely. tonight, anakin was yours to take. you could bleed him dry of anything and everything and heâd die a happy man.
your hands find purchase at the nape of his neck, threading your fingers through his sandy colored curls and dragging his face back to yours. itâs a heated mess of teeth and tongue that has you whining into his mouth when his hand lightly wraps around your throat.
he knew you werenât just oogling at it for nothing.
when anakin pulls back, your lips seperate with a wet smack. he thinks he might cum on the spot just from how wrecked you look already. eyes on the brink of glassy, desperate and pleading for him. your lips in the most perfect pout, kiss bitten and glistening while you rake your tongue over them. and his hand around your throat, like heâs staking a claim over you. that youâre his and only his.
to him, youâve never looked more perfect. and he doesnât think he can wait any longer.
anakin starts undressing you with urgency. as though if he waits so much as another second, youâll vanish into thin air and heâll never get to have you like this again. you follow suit, shoving his robe off his shoulders and pushing him closer to the direction of your bed.
âthis is wrong,â you squeak out as more and more of your clothes get thrown about the room. anakinâs top half is completely bare, his skin burning hot.
âso wrong,â he teases with faux concern, flashing his canines as he yanks your pants down. in a less than graceful stumble you kick them off, leaving you in nothing but a simple pair of underwear. suddenly you begin to feel self conscious under his gaze, but it fades when you realize his blue eyes were nearly black.
drinking in every inch of you with a look like he was going to devour you whole.
he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. and it made you long for him even more.
in a bold move, you push at his chest, watching gleefully as he falls back against the mattress. the new angle highlights his growing erection. your mouth waters at how big he looks despite the layer of fabric that still stands between you. anakin, ever the cocky observer, watches as your eyes widen and your chest heaves.
âif you want it,â he spreads his legs wider, a dangerously divine invitation. âthen youâve gotta come and get it.â
you heart stutters in your ribcage.
this was it.
the defining moment where your self control was put to the test.
an act that was so simple, yet so complicated.
when you suck in a breath and experimentally place your knees on either side of his hips, it dials up the heat. every inch of your exposed skin feels like itâs set ablaze. an almost delicious pain that slowly melts into pleasure.
when you reach below the waistband and wrap your hand around him, thereâs an overwhelming sense of adrenaline. an exciting rush that you havenât felt in what feels like a lifetime. the low whimper he elicits sends a shiver down your spine, feeling like a drug you want to take over, and over, and over again.
when you push your panties to the side and finally sink down onto his length, it feels like diving headfirst off a cliff with no end in sight. falling into an endless chasm of self reflection, realization, and ecstasy. your stomach does somersaults as you take him inch by inch, soft, breathy moans leaving your mouth the deeper he gets.
âthatâs it,â he coos, brushing a stray piece of hair out your face. âi know you can take it.â
his praise makes any remaining anxiety dissipate.
you wonder if you should be disappointed in yourself at how quickly you caved. but in that very moment, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth, you realize that maybe you were wrong to be so obedient all this time.
because if this was wrong? then you sure as hell didnât wanna be right.
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