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[btsydtrash]

Euphoric Endeavors [20]

vampire bts, poly ot7 x uni student yn

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus’ most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth.

Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger.

It’s too bad that they can’t seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

(angst / smut / yandere / fluff / gore)

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(AN: Hi, all! This story is actually already posted on AO3. But, I decided to post it on here. I have almost 50 chapters of this story up over there, so I’ll slowly be adding them onto here too)

tw: mentions of physical abuse, abandonment issues, allusions to masturbation, anger issues

Waking up the next morning, the last thing you expect to see is a wall of honeyed skin bracketing you in place.

Hoseok’s sleep-slack face is above you. The older man is laying on his stomach, one arm bent so his cheek can rest on it, the other stiff by his side. You notice, idly, that he looks infinitely younger when he’s asleep. There’s no bravado here, just him, resting, relaxed – at peace – and you wish you could see the sight every day, considering how beautiful he is.

Unconsciously, you catalogue his features, burning the slightly pointed tip of his nose in your brain. His high cheekbones and sleep-swollen lips imprint themselves in your head, and you couldn’t forget this sight even if you tried. His lashes are dark and long, and his hair is a mess of curls atop his head, exposing his forehead. He had put a headband in, apparently to keep the strands from his eyes.

Entranced, you reach up, barely touching his skin, to trace from the corner of his eye to his jaw, reverence practically shining in your eyes. He sniffs in his sleep, burrowing deeper into the safety of his arms

“Are you awake now?” A rough voice asks from behind you, making you jump out of your skin. Yoongi is staring at you from where he had been laying, content to just watch you sleep. When you had woken up, you had twisted away from him, making him pout childishly. Now, though, your attention was back on him, his lips quirk up in a private smile as he remarks, playfully, “You look like you had a good night.”

“My head hurts,” you complain, pathetically, wanting to cover your eyes with your hands. You ask, frowning slightly in confusion, “How did I get here? Why am I in bed with you guys?”

You don’t feel even remotely unsafe, but the fact that the last thing you remember is jumping onto Jungkook’s back in the back yard is disconcerting.

“You’re awfully clingy when you get drunk,” Yoongi remarks, light-heartedly. He sits up, the sheets pooling at his waist, and you notice that his shirt is too big, showing off the pale expanse of his collarbone and shoulder. It makes your mouth feel drier than before. “You wouldn’t let Hobi go to sleep on the couch, so he spent the night in bed with you.”

With burning ears, you feel yourself frown. You really ought to stop drinking so much.

Still… something about the set up of the bed makes you snicker.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in bed with us too,” you remark.

He shrugs, expression passive. “It looked comfortable.”

“And, was it?” You enquire, rolling onto your side to glance up at him. “Comfortable, I mean.”

He glances at you, meaning imbued heavily in his gaze, and he nods. “Very.”

Cheeks pinking quickly, you drop your eyes to his shirt and you finger the smooth material, to distract yourself. “Is this Joonie’s shirt?”

He looks down at it, pulling it away from his body, before sleepily nodding. His eyes are puffy, almost half-way closed, but he seems well-rested, still floating contentedly in the vestiges of slumber. He explains, “We always wear each other’s stuff. No big.”

Feeling somewhat envious, you simply nod and move to sit up too. Hoseok’s grip tightens on your waist and he makes a noise of dissent in his sleep, brow instantly furrowing.

“He’s just as clingy as you are,” Yoongi says, a rough chuckle tumbling from his lips. He slides out of bed, scratching his scalp, messing up his already chaotic blond nest and mumbles, “I’ll go get you something to eat.”

“You don’t have to, Yoon,” you reply, cosying up to Hobi. You feel like being lazy and being so close to the dancer’s warmth makes your stomach-ache feel more manageable. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

The blond snorts, giving you an uninterested look that has you shutting up with an audible clack of your jaw. He rests his knee on the bed to press a finger to your nose, mischievously, before he comments, lightly, “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to, sweetheart.”

And then he’s gone, backing out of your space and disappearing to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast for you to eat in bed.

Hoseok makes a soft noise in his sleep, like a mix between a sigh and a groan, before he snuggles up closer to you, so your back is flush with his chest, arm tossed over your middle. You relax into his hold, letting the soft puffs of his breath against your ear lull you back under the fuzzy blanket of exhaustion. You feel yourself succumbing to the urge to fall into your own dreams once more…

That is, until you tense up all over when you feel something hard and hot poke in your lower back.

Jerking away from the throbbing heat, you feel your face flood, instantly, in embarrassment. You curse yourself for being so skittish, but you aren’t used to being in such an intimate setting with another body, used to a quick and mostly unsatisfying romp in the sheets, followed by a swift exit and an awkward Uber ride back to your dorm room. This, however, feels intimate.

You think, mind whirring, it’s just the morning, he can’t help it. It’s perfectly natural. You’re the one making it weird. Just get up normally and he’ll let you g-

“Don’t move so much,” Hoseok grumbles, voice thick and rough and so deep with sleep that you feel tingles break out all over your body. His grip only tightens fractionally around your middle and you feel him pull himself closer to you, if that’s even possible. “You’re so warm, sunshine.”

“Mphm, Hobi,” you grumble, struggling to worm your way out of his steel-like grip. For someone who’s half-asleep, he sure likes to hold on tight. You feel bad for the plushies that Joon says he steals off his bed. You say, quickly, trying to avoid rubbing against his arousal, “I need to pee!”

“Liar,” he whispers against the skin of your shoulder, dry lips pressing briefly against your skin, so light that it feels as if he’s kissing you. He still sounds out of it, disorientated even. “You just want to leave me.”

Huffing, you wiggle harder, actively pulling yourself away from him, but he only lets out a growl of disapproval. You say, “When you wake up properly, you’re going to be so embarrassed.”

“Nothin’ to be ‘barrassed about,” he sulks, nosing into your neck, as if burrowing for more warmth. “’s normal for me to hold you like this.”

That’s where you snap, nails gripping into the meat of his forearm and shake him.

“Pressing your hard dick into my back is the antithesis of normal, Hobi,” you snap.

At that, he lets you go as if your body had just spontaneously combusted, nearly throwing himself away from you, a wall of cold air replacing the blanket of warmth that you had just been swaddled in. You barely have time to miss the feeling before you see his face crack into something you could only liken to horror.

“’m sorry!” He stammers, sitting up but covering himself with a pillow, cheeks so ruddy that you are sure that if you touched them, they would be burning with warmth. He mutters, twisting his fingers in the deep green covers, “It’s morning and I- I wasn’t thinking.”

Feeling guilty over his embarrassed appearance, you say, “It’s fine. No harm, no foul.”

He slides out of bed, shivering a little at the cold of the bedroom, before jerking his thumb to the bathroom, awkwardly. He avoids your eyes as he mumbles, “I’ll go, uh, take care of this.”

If you didn’t think your cheeks could burn any hotter, you were wrong.

“Jerk!” You toss the plushie at his head, which he ducks out of and, giggling, disappears into the bathroom.

The shower flicks on in the distance and you drown out the potential sounds of the bathroom by getting out of bed and exploring the house. Your head aches, but there’s two tablets and a bottle of water on the bedside table that you neck down instantly.

“Thanks for the medication, Yoon,” you say, softly, as you walk into the kitchen. The blond had been standing at the sink, his slender back facing you, draped in a mass of material and his narrow waist hidden from your sight, as he chewed listlessly on some of Taehyung’s mango chips.

He offers you the bag with a small smile and the two of you giggle, remembering the time Tae almost killed you in the backseat because you ate them all without asking. Well, Yoongi took most of the blame, but you definitely enjoyed more than your fair share.

“Sit with me while I cook,” he declares, and even though it should sound like a question, you wouldn’t be able to deny him even if you tried.

You hop onto the sideboard and kick your feet as you watch him expertly flit around the kitchen, snapping off the yellow washing up gloves after he had finished hand-washing the mess from last night and moving to the oven. Open flames burst from the hob and within minutes, he has a mass of bubbling hobs on the go, without issue.

“There’s a reason why I’m not allowed in the kitchen by myself,” you joke. “I would have burned myself to high hell already.”

He glances your way, briefly. “You don’t cook at all?”

“I try,” you say, before tossing another mango chip into your mouth. “My Mom says I’m hopeless with anything domestic.”

“That’s okay,” he answers, unbothered. “I’ll teach you. And anything I can’t teach you, I’ll do for you. There – no problem.”

You don’t know why but his words make your stomach feel as if a medley of butterflies had just been released and you can barely hide your smile before you ask, “Can you sew?”

“For that, you’ll have to ask Jiminie,” he says, begrudgingly. “He’s always been the one to adjust our clothes since we were kids.”

You inquire, curiosity piqued – the idea of a mini-Jimin sewing up holes in the knees of Joon’s scruffy jeans, or the split seams of Jin’s shirts when he started growing too big for his clothes, making you coo internally. “Who taught him?”

“My Mom did,” a voice calls from the hallway. Jimin saunters into the room, already dressed, hair still damp and a towel draped around his shoulders. He looks at you, eyes bright with concern. “Are you feeling better? I heard our baby got too drunk last night.”

The nickname doesn’t even give you pause anymore, considering the medley of monikers they’ve given you against your will. Despite the fact that you’re actually older than Taehyung and Jungkook, and therefore the furthest from the baby of the group, you feel warmed by the pet name.

Pouting, you nod. “I feel much better. Yoon made sure I got tablets, and he cuddled me last night. Hobi, too. It was nice.”

“And I missed out on that?” He asks, quirking his brow as he approaches you. He nudges your knees apart in a surprisingly daring act, and wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to your collar. “You smell like hyung.”

“I did sleep in his bed,” you mutter, shyly. Unable to stop yourself, you grab the tail end of the damp towel and sop up the trails of water that have dripped from his hair and lead down the neck of his shirt. You complain, “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“You’ll keep me warm,” he murmurs against your skin. “Sleep with me tonight, won’t you, YN?”

Yoongi snorts from where he’s frying some kimchi pancakes in the small pan. “Now that you’ve started this tradition, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping alone any time soon, YN.”

Jimin huffs at him. “Don’t start, hyung. You got to sleep with her, so did Hobi-hyung. And Joonie got to sleep in her room. I haven’t even been in her room. You guys are being so unfair.”

He’s practically stamping his bare feet on the linoleum before you let out a light giggle at his childish, bratty antics. “Fine, fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight. I hope you don’t mind that I talk in my sleep.”

He looks at you, skin glistening and smelling faintly of aloe and eucalyptus, directly into your eyes, holding your gaze for a beat. “As long as you’re with me, honey, I won’t mind if you do anything.”

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After breakfast in bed with Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi all piled around you like a pack of baby bears, watching one of Hoseok’s shows on Netflix (“Shut up, Jimin! If I miss any more of this because of your infernal mouth-breathing, I’m going to shave your eyebrows off. Again!”), you find yourself being whisked away by a well-dressed Jin.

“I’ve got a meeting with my father,” he says, once you make a face at his expensive suit and tie, even though it’s definitely Saturday and it isn’t even noon. “Do I meet your expectations, petal?”

You roll your eyes at his smug expression, but you nod, excitedly. “You really do look like an idol.”

“God didn’t give me this face for no reason,” he says, gesturing to his puffy lips with a wink. “Isn’t that Jungkook’s shirt?”

You look down at the button up that you had been handed by a sleepy Taehyung (really, he’d shoved it into your hands before he fell back asleep in your lap, dribbling into the crease of your thigh), and nod, vaguely. “Maybe?”

“It smells like him,” he comments, lips turning down. “I should have given you my shirt. Quick, YN. Get changed into mine.”

“Why?” You ask, laughing at his conspiratorial look. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I just- I want you to smell like me, is all,” he replies, pouting. “You spend so much time with the others… I don’t get to be with you as much.”

You move to deny his statement, but honestly, you can’t. You say, reaching for the sleeve of his blazer, “How about… After your meeting, how about we go for some food together? Just us?”

The way his eyes glitter at your words makes it all worth it. Despite the rolling of your stomach, the brilliance of his smile makes you feel as if you had somehow saved the nation.

“Let’s go, YN,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the apartment. He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole drive to his Dad’s building, holding it over the console, running his thumb along the seam of your index finger, only letting you go to change gears, before swiftly knitting your fingers back together, as if it had always belonged there.

Arriving at his father’s building, you feel significantly out of your depth.

“It’s huge, right?” The tall man says, staring up at the skyrise with barely concealed repugnance in his eyes. “Just being here brings my mood down. Knowing it exists makes me feel sick.”

You let out a soft sigh, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He looks down at you, as if realising you’re still by his side. “I’ll be here for you, you do know that, right?”

He lets out a barely-there smile before setting his jaw. “I’ll be back out in an hour or so. You can sleep in the backseat, if you want.”

“I’m not coming in?”

He looks over at you, surprise raising his brows to nearly his hairline. “You want to meet my father?”

“I mean… I’m not opposed to it,” you mumble, feeling strangely put out. “You don’t want me to meet him?”

His smile dims slightly. “I want a lot of things, petal. I can’t get all of them.”

Then, he’s off, jaw hard and his expression so distant that it makes your heart clench in your chest.

You grab your phone and fire off a text to the only person you can think to ask.

Joonie… Jin and his dad have a bad relationship, right?

He replies within moments. Is he with him now?

He just left for the meeting.

Shit… Okay, after the meeting, he might be a little scary to you, or distant. But he doesn’t mean it, okay? His Dad brings out the worst in him.

Can I ask why?

Jin-hyung is the only one who can tell you that, baby girl.

Okay. Thank you for being honest.

Anything for you.

Deciding to sleep rather than stress out over the occurrences in the room hundreds of meters in the air, you slide off your shoes and curl up, using your coat as a blanket. You don’t think Jin will be back for a while, so with that thought in mind, you end up drifting off, the image of a happier, content Seokjin being the last thing you see.

/

The door slams open and closed with such force, the car shakes, waking you with a start. You look over, eyes still bleary with sleep, to see a murderous-looking Jin, eyes black with rage and his jaw wound so taut, you’re sure it hurts.

“Jin-”

“Not now,” he growls, tone clipped and ice-cold.

The sight and sound of him makes your jaw snap closed, shoulders stiffened with discomfort and, honestly, a small bit of fear. You care for Jin, a lot more than you feel is normal, but this side of him, you aren’t used to.

He glances at you, briefly, before letting out a soft sigh, wincing at the sight of you – withdrawing from him. He reaches across the console, and with a quick squeeze of your hand, he says, quieter, “Please, YN. I don’t want to take it out on you, so just… give me some time, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

His eyes plead with you to understand. “Petal…”

“I’m giving you space, Jin,” you say, removing your hand from his and curling it in your lap, the skin burning.

He sighs, returning his hand to the steering wheel and pulling away from the building. Although you are moving away from the cause of his stress, it feels as if the stiffness in the air only grows the longer you are both in the car. Rather than moving towards the dorm, you realise that Jin is driving you in a direction that you’ve never been before.

“What-” You catch yourself before you make another mistake by bothering him, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring, obstinately, out of the front window. You drive and drive and drive, until you start to feel sleepy again. And it’s only when you actually do drift off that he puts the car into park and you hear him shift his body to face you. You glance around – you’re in a fairly empty car park atop a hill, overlooking the Seoul mid-afternoon skyline. You can imagine that it would be awfully beautiful at night.

“Can you look at me, petal?”

You refuse, staring straight ahead.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Please, YN.”

A small part of your anger melts at the way he says your name.

He twists his hands in his lap, nervously, and shifts in his seat. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Then, you shouldn’t have spoken to me like that,” you reply, simply. “I didn’t realise me being here would have put you in such a bad mood. I wouldn’t have come if I knew.”

“Don’t say that,” he implores, weakly. “I always want you around.”

“Sure, you do,” you sass back.

He reaches, limply, for your wrist, and you against your better judgement and bruised ego, you let him take it.

“You’re so precious to me, to all of us. I just-” He lets out a disappointed noise in the back of his throat, holding onto you like a lifeline. “Sometimes, I wish I had never been born.”

This piques your interest, having never experienced this side of him. “What do you mean?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes, simply choosing to focus on the veins beneath your skin, tracking them obsessively with his eyes. Not in hunger, but as a reminder that you are here, that you are present and with him in the moment.

He continues, “I’ve always been the oldest of our cluster, meaning I had a lot of responsibilities from a young age, like most hyungs do. I did what I had to do, I loved my little brothers and cared for my cluster, following Namjoon’s orders and being the best I can be. But… Why is it never enough, YN?”

You turn to him now, brow puckering as his eyes lose focus and he becomes consumed with his thoughts.

“Why is it never enough for him? Nothing I do, nothing I say. It’s always nothing but shit to him. He looks at me like he wishes I were dead,” he says, and the honesty in his expression blows a hole in your chest. You feel as if he’s ripped your heart out with his bare hands. You knit your fingers with his, shuffling forward slightly so your knees are touching.

“I told you my brother is supposed to be CEO of the company in my father’s stead, right? Well, that’s unlikely to happen, considering he’s busy fucking through half of Europe, blowing our Dad’s money on hookers and expensive blood stimulant drugs. He won’t have to take that responsibility until he’s ready, just because he’s the oldest. But me? I’m forced to go to a university I hate, study a degree I despise for a man I would much rather never see again.”

“Jinnie…”

“He never sees my brother as in the wrong, no matter what he does,” he complains, grip tight on your hand. “But me, if I get anything less than a hundred on a test, or if I miss class because I have to work because I would rather starve than take his fucking money, I won’t hear the end of it for days.”

“He tears me down until there’s nothing left,” he growls. “He makes me so angry, and then I do the same thing that he always does. I get distant. I feel nothing inside, because that’s better than feeling everything and breaking down so pathetically like this.”

“You aren’t pathetic, Jin,” you tell him, pushing some of his dark hair out of his watery eyes. “You’re so strong and so important to me. To all of us.”

He lets out a shaky breath, hands trembling. “Just living in that apartment, knowing that he’ll willingly throw it back in my face, makes me so angry. But I do it. Because the boys need somewhere to live. And I wouldn’t forgive myself if I let them suffer because of my stupid pride.”

He cards a hand through his hair, forehead damp with sweat. He’s overwhelming himself into a panic.

“I hate him, YN. I hate how he never acknowledges anything that I do. I hate how he always takes my brother’s side,” he says, and when he finally looks at you again, his eyes are laced with pain and you practically feel his soul crying out for you. You grab his hand tighter when he chokes out a sob. “I hate that I keep wanting him to be proud of me.”

“It’s okay, Jin,” you soothe, crawling over and opening your arms for him to wrap himself around you. Patting his back, gently, you rub your hand in small, rhythmic circles, and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. “It’s okay to want his approval. He’s your father, this successful mogul, and the person who you have been looking up to for your whole life. You don’t have to feel stupid for wanting him to say he’s proud of you.”

He lets out a broken whine at your words, pulling your hand to his lips as he breathes against the skin. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

You pull him in close, pressing dry kisses to his temple and letting him rest his face in the crook of your neck. The angle is awkward because he’s so much bigger than you, but he seems to need it regardless.

“You’re okay.”

“You’re safe.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“You aren’t alone.”

“We care for you.”

“You’re so strong.”

You keep the one thing you can feel bursting from behind your lips to yourself, too scared to ruin the atmosphere of trust that he had given you. You feel his tears stain your shirt, but you pay it little mind. This is about Seokjin – the one person who you had always looked at as a pillar of strength and playfulness. Little did you know, there was a maelstrom of pain and anguish hidden behind his bright smile.

Once his breathing calms and the tears have dried on his cheeks, you take a good look at him, watery eyes, pink cheeks, red-raw lips from where he’d bitten them to keep the sobs at bay, and you feel your earlier displeasure dissolve into nothingness. How stupid must you have been to have held something so petty over his head when he had needed comforting so much.

“Honey…”

He scoffs, lightly, scrubbing at his face with his sleeve, staring down at his large hands. “You and Jimin are the same, only using that nickname when you feel sorry for me. Or, when you want something.”

“I’ll call you honey all the time from now on,” you promise, reaching for his hand. He looks at where your hands are joined, sniffing a little more, and your heart aches at how much of a pathetic figure he seems, all scrunched up in the corner of his car. “You can talk to me, honey.”

He groans, staring at the roof of the car. “My brother isn’t exactly business-friendly. He’d wreck my Dad’s company in a year, tops, but my father has a very traditional mindset. He thinks because hyung is older, he deserves to run the company, no matter how bad his personality is. Unfortunately, that means I’m the one who has to pick up the slack, as his younger brother.”

He turns your hands over, playing with the ring on his finger, idly. “I didn’t want to do business, you know.”

“I can tell,” you say, softly, stroking his fingers in a gesture of comfort. “What did you want to do?”

He lets out a humourless laugh. “I wanted to act.”

And, honestly. It makes sense. Jin’s personality favours the ostentatious, the bright and the loud, the melodramatics of theatre fit his persona perfectly.

You ask, “Wanted, as in past tense?”

He glances at you. “It’s not like there aren’t supernatural actors. Lee Minho is a selkie.” His eyes widen, slightly, and he murmurs, contritely, “Oh, I shouldn’t have told you that. Well, you won’t tell anyone. I trust you.”

It doesn’t even surprise you anymore, so you simply smile at his admission and continue to draw soft shapes on the back of his hand.

“The first time I saw my father laugh was the day I told him I wanted to act,” he says, resentfully. “He said that there was no way someone as uninteresting as me could entertain anyone. He said that I should only focus on what I was good at – studies – and that I should throw my stupid dreams of acting out of my mind before he beat some sense into me.”

You decide, instantly, that you hated his Dad more than you’ve hated anyone else in your life.

Cautiously, you ask, brow puckering, “He didn’t ever… you know, hit you, did he?”

“Sometimes,” Jin replies. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. It wasn’t like I didn’t deserve it. I was a flighty kid, even more than I am now, so… Yeah.”

“Nobody deserves to get hit, Jin,” you tell him, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m really… I’m just sorry this happened to you.”

He smiles, softly, and wipes his thumb across your cheek, catching a stray tear and flicking it away. “Don’t cry for me, YN. I’m made of tougher stuff.”

“I’m not,” you grumble, holding his hand a little tighter. “I’m upset for you.”

He chuckles, wetly, at your scowl, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a quick kiss there. “You’re so cute.”

His smile slowly disappears as he stares out at the city in front of the two of you, hands intertwined over the console in the car, before he sits up a little straighter. “Once I graduate, I’m leaving.”

The bottom of your stomach falls out at his words, instantly, at his words.

Drawing away, slightly, you ask, “W-What do you mean ‘leaving’?”

“I don’t want to stay here anymore,” he admits, quietly. “I’ve already talked to Joonie about it, and he’s willing to let me go.”

“Seokjin.”

He looks over at you, surprised by the hard tone of your voice, and his eyes widen even more at the sight of the tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong, petal?”

“You can’t leave us,” you tell him, gripping his sleeve, as if he’s getting ready to go away now. “W-What are we supposed to do?”

“I’m not leaving forever, petal,” he says, softly, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear. “Just a year or so. To find myself, you know? It’ll be good for me.”

You still can’t make sense of the agony rushing through your system. The idea of not seeing Jin, of not hearing his loud laugh or seeing the mop of dark hair poking out of the burrito of blankets in the living room at 3am when both of you can’t sleep. Or, holding his hand in the dark under those same sheets and feeling his slow heartbeat pulse against your ear, lulling you to sleep.

You can’t say anything, not wanting to guilt him for wanting to explore, but also being unable to force yourself to support him either.

You simply can’t imagine him being absent from your life, it just doesn’t make sense.

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[vinylandcoffeecollection]

Really not sure who is the hottest here. Dealing with unexpected feelings, brb.

[derireo-galge]

Drunk and Slow | 3k | jimsu��️🏼

A joint corporate party in a hotel brings bonuses to the employees of both partnership companies, because both alpha Jimin and vampire Yoongi attend it in hopes of seeing each other again.

futa yoongi | yoonmilkers! | secret relationship | biting, feeding (vampire) | being drunk on blood | consensual sex | ass eating | scenting | knotting

They kind of were news of the year in a small business world. Of course, for two companies of not that big of a size to partner on several projects was already a big deal in this competitive ocean. Fortunately the bosses never hesitated to spend money on celebratory corporate parties that kept the employees happy and grateful which was just a great way of stimulating the working class. And the working conditions and benefits were improving and getting bigger, as they should.

[ fed and knotted series ]

Of course those gatherings weren't perfect but for many it was a good way to meet all the employees of their own company. The workers mingled with various folks and exchanged juicy rumors and surely for some of the employees it was a chance to meet the people from the other company, share the experience and get acquainted with further mutual benefit for themselves.

For Yoongi and Jimin it was a perfect opportunity to see each other again. They met up casually, mostly during those corporate parties. They would socialize or not, depending on which of them to talk about and after a while when their colleagues would start getting slightly tipsy, they would disappear somewhere secluded and convenient to spend time just between them two.

Yoongi noted that the hotel was much nicer than the previous time they had the same event. The food was definitely not better but that was the disease of all corporate parties so he wasn't bothered that much, never mind that he could easily nourish himself by coming home to a stored bunch of bloodbags and feast all night long if he so wanted.

Yoongi smelt the alpha the moment he entered the room and spotted him with his own eyes a bit later. His figure attracted attention even from the distance, even from the other side of the room. The proud set of his shoulders and head held high was so obviously screaming young alpha that the vampire chuckled in his glass of juice. It was fun watching the wolf almost circling him judging by the trajectories he was choosing to walk by. Ah, so Yoongi was the prey tonight? He might play into it, if it gets them two together in a confined space again.

He was sure Jimin smelt him even before he did but they patiently waited until at least an hour was up since beginning of the party, abiding by the unspoken rule they had between each other. Yoongi needed no labels, at least not yet, preferring to take their meetings as gifts given him by chance. It's been rather long since he indulged in anything with another person before meeting the alpha and he preferred not to think about where this might lead. Emotional investment always came with a price and was quite a hard work for him so for now he enjoyed meeting the young man exactly like this. The fact they had to be discreet was too a good bonus. It was thrilling.

The vampire wasn't happy with himself, to be exact with the way he looked today. His clothes were simple and he was pretty content with that, having brand new black jeans with fashionable rips and fishnet tights underneath. They were topped off with an oversized sweater that was swallowing him whole, giving him innocent look, sort of. The rest he didn't choose that precisely.

His washing machine decided to act up and Yoongi couldn't prepare one of his best lingerie sets on time, swarmed with work and his current project on the side. He didn't like hot having enough time and opportunities to get ready. He put together the first clean set of underwear that he managed to grab of the drying rack. It was a simple bra, grey with a white elastic band and matching panties, kind of what he used for sports sometime. His chest still looked really nice in it but somehow he felt like he wasn't one hundred percent prepared to get naked in front of his casual lover.

Not that these efforts were for himself exclusively: the idea of getting dolled up for someone else was nice too. The well thought through outfits gave him all the confidence he needed to feel better, to be more initiative. Probably today he could simply let go and forget about such non meaningful things.

Also, picking his best lingerie pieces in hopes to be extra praised by his casual lover screamed something eery similar to commitment and it was a hard topic for him. Way back when he was just a fledgling still he dreamt of finding a mate, one and only, someone he could bond with for life. But as years passed he has seen way too many tragic stories that put him off of those dreams and made him hesitate to even simply date, like humans do.

Yoongi already stopped himself a couple of times to bite on his nails from being so unsettled. He preferred to have everything planned and even his endeavors with the young alpha were considered sort of negotiated. He breathed in deeply through his nose and exhaled through the mouth. He needed to calm down because Jimin, being the alpha he was, could smell his state and start fretting like he sometimes did, most likely instinctively. Just when he thought about the younger again, Yoongi sensed him coming closer and closer from behind. It wasn't his steps but rather his heavenly scent that became more intense in the air.

"There's my beautiful vampling hyung".

Jimin's low whisper sounded from the side, very close to Yoongi's ear, fanning his sensitive skin with his warm breath. Yoongi shivered and slightly turned his head to the side.

"And here's my handsome alpha", he drawled just as quietly.

Yoongi felt the breath on his nape and wished more than anything to feel those plush lips on his skin. But in any case they stayed in an appropriate line of behavior as they quietly conversed. It was a game they played, the one they enjoyed a little too much. It made him forget about difficult topics looming over his head, the stereotypical and artificially cultivated need to have everything figured out in his life.

"Enjoying the party?" the wolf asked.

"Not really", Yoongi answered, "I already did almost everything I was planning for this evening".

"And what else is it that you need to do?"

"Oh, do you want to know? An alpha, maybe?" he said playfully, low enough for no one to be able to decipher his exact words.

There weren't many people around where they were talking anyway because Yoongi never stayed next to the tables where he picked his drinks from in order to avoid conversations about nothing. The only one he was interested in truly was standing right there, next to him.

"If so then you can freely do it in the comfort of one of the rooms?"

Yoongi turned around at that.

'Have you checked in?" he asked and Jimin discreetly showed him a key card that he was holding in his hand. "Oh, the alpha wants to be fed on so bad?"

The vampire saw the way Jimin's nostrils flared. He was sure the scent he started to emit was strongly affected by his arousal. Yoongi loved taunting him, loved the teasing, knowing how much ahe alpha loved when he behaved like that.

"You're a tempter".

"That I am", Yoongj agreed somewhat with pride, touching Jimin's wrist subtly, searching for the gland there and rubbinb over it.

They walked out of the hall one by one and Yoongi joined the younger who was waiting for him next to the elevators. On the way up Jimin tentatively touched his hand and Yoongi squeezed it tighter with his. The room was spacious and the bed was big and comfortable. The first thing the vampire did was drawing the curtains close and switching on the bedside lights. Immediately the atmosphere changed.

Yoongi didn't get to turn around because strong arms weaved around his waist and Jimin's nose pressed to his neck and he inhaled. The elder tilted his head, giving the alpha more room for scenting. He didn't have to ask, he knew how much Yoongi liked to be scented, to smell his lover on himself for hours after they parted ways.

"Hungry?" Jimin asked softly.

"A bit", Yoongi admitted.

There, in the hall, among both their teams they felt audacious, ready to tease and seduce. But when they eventually were left one on one in a closed space today, everything became slower, more sensual. Jimin left a trail of gentle kisses on Yoongi's neck, travelled lower to the wide neck of the oversized sweater and even lower after pulling it slightly down. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the sharp collarbone and Yoongi decided he couldn't go exactly that slow.

He turned around in a half circle that Jimin's arm on his waist formed and found the younger's lips with his. There was something akin to lightness that spread through him along with the familiar smell and pulsing of the warm wolf blood. It was relief. Yoongi didn't want to admit just how much he missed this feeling when they were kissing, touching each other without restrictions of the public eye.

Yoongi weaved his arms around Jimin's neck and the younger effortlessly lifted him up in his arms, marveling at how strong yet dainty the vampire was. He stepped back towards the bed and controlling his body perfectly, lowered them both on the mattress. Yoongi straddled his hips and kept on kissing his lover, exploring his hot mouth with his tongue. It was getting hotter under the layer of clothes, the heat of the alpha's body easily spread through Yoongi's, urging him to take the unnecessary items off.

"Will you undress me?" Yoongi whispered and Jimin nodded, readily rolling the figure on top of him, placing the vampire on the fresh sheets.

"Let's see what you're hiding this time", Jimin chuckled and Yoongi squirmed, remembering his earlier thoughts.

Jimin took the clothes off the elder with an expression of awe on his face. He immediately started touching the revealed skin, cupped the full round breasts through the grey cotton fabric, stuck his fingers into the white elastic hem of the panties, moving back and forth, teasing the skin of Yoongi's soft belly.

"Beautiful", he whispered and Yoongi's cheeks turned from pink to ruddy.

"Your turn", he said quietly, tugging at the fabric of Jimin's clothes.

The alpha stood up and took his clothes off without any particular rush. His eyes were focused on Yoongi's body, to his attractive face and all his lovely curves. When he was rid of every single item he kneeled on the mattress and crawled on top of the vampire's body, placing kisses on his broad shoulders and sliding his lips over his cleavage. He pulled the bra up and freed Yoongi's breasts, covering one of the nipples with his mouth immediately. Yoongi reached down with his hand and wrapped it around the alpha's stiffened cock, lazily tugging at it while Jimin was having a feast on his tits.

Yoongi noticed how Jimin's unoccupied hand moved to his belly and started to lightly knead it. It was like he didn't even realise he was doing it. His kisses turned more passionate, he suckled on Yoongi's nipples, alternating between the two and the vampire couldn't help but moan quietly at every light nip of the alpha's teeth.

"Hyung, will you present for me?"

Yoongi took in a sharp breath. He knew how much Jimin liked his vamp traits, how curiously he traced his fangs with his teeth, how readily he gave him his blood. Yet, if it was the alpha's fantasy to take Yoongi in a well-known traditional omegan position, he was ready to grant him that.

"Feed me first".

They rolled over again. Yoongi too was a predator so he preferred if his prey submitted to him. Jimin knew that too so he tilted his head without question, only briefly kissing Yoongi's slightly swollen lips. The vampire quickly found the perfect place for a bite. He didn't need to feed, that was more of his caprice, a desire to get a little high on the alpha's blood that influenced him not less strong than a good portion or two of fine whiskey.

He licked the chosen spot and swiftly pierced the skin with his fangs. They elongated slightly, going deeper, and the alpha tensed under him, fighting the instinct to fight, to conquer the being that was feeding off him. Yoongi didn't take much. He drank slowly and neatly, savoring the salty metallic taste of delicious blood. He suckled rather than gulped and stopped when he started feeling a little dizzy. It was the first sign before getting slightly tipsy.

Yoongi thoroughly licked the remnants of the blood that was oozing out of two small wounds. They started to visibly heal very quick under the effect of the vampire's saliva and the wolf's regeneration ability. The elder sloppily kissed Jimin on the mouth and went pliant under the explorations of his tongue.

The alpha rolled them over again and Yoongi felt dizzy once more. He decided to take the position while the effect of the blood was still not as strong. He tried to get rid of the top and the younger quickly helped him with that task. The vampire turned around and went on all fours but then reconsidered, putting his head on his crossed forearms and laying his chest on the mattress. Jimin helped him get rid of the underwear and made him spread his knees even wider.

"Like this?" Yoongi decided to make sure, having never been with an omega wolf in such position.

"Yes, like that is just perfect".

His kisses laid along the elder's spine, slowly descending towards his lower back. Jimin caressed the round globes of his butt and spread them with his thumbs, licking a tentative stripe over his rim. Yoongi only sighed, relaxing and arching his body more prominently, showing his eagerness despite his drowsy state. It was almost impossible to predict how the blood will affect a vampire or if there would be much of an effect at all. Yoongi felt like his body was lighter than before and a pleasant white noise filled his ears.

Jimin was licking at sucking on his entrance with a dedication of a hungry wolf that finally got to what he was deprived of. The room filled with wet smacking noises and low rumbles from the alpha. Yoongi grasped at the sheets, doing his best to stay up on his knees. He could feel the vibrations coming from Jimin's mouth spreading to his lower belly. Maybe it was his vivid imagination but he all but dissolved in his lover, went putty and let the alpha lead, following the quiet instructions to bend more or spread his legs wider.

Yoongi relaxed so much he almost missed the moment when Jimin started preparing him. He had no will to move much and stayed still as he took two and then three of the lubed up fingers. Jimin couldn't stop touching him, his hand played with his balls and squeezed his thighs, slid over his back and rubbed his tummy in circles.

"Hurry, alpha", Yoongi mumbled, still kind of drunk on blood.

Jimin chuckled and manhandled Yoongi to lay on his back. He was like plasticine, going wherever Jimin directed him to.

"Wanna see your face", the alpha said quietly and wrapped Yoongi's smooth legs around his waist.

The vampire gripped his sheets as the younger was slowly sliding inside him. It felt hot, the contrast in the temperature of two bodies was not as sharp anymore but was still significant. Yoongi felt him deep inside him, spreading warmth all over his lower belly, reaching right where he wanted. Jimin stilled, letting his lover adjust and then began moving. He wasn't as fast as they were before, he seemed to be savouring every thrust yet it didn't make it any less pleasurable. It was like they already took the edge of the novice of their time together and now they had a different purpose: to pace, to enjoy, to match to each other's bodies.

Yoongi was fisting the sheets above his head, keeping his hands away from his own cock. He was aching and hard from the jabs to his prostate but he wanted to come untouched, to prolong this beautiful torture, to stay somewhere in the edge before the inevitable peak. He had to be honest with himself, he didn't quite expect the young wolf to go as slow all the time from beginning to finish and was happily surprised with this discovery. Because he loved it a lot, especially after the feeding.

Jimin leaned in to scent him again. His face happened to be right above his breasts and he rubbed at his chest, alternating it with small licks. Maybe that too was his new thing. He kept thrusting at the perfect angle and Yoongi only got to groan once before spilling between their heated bodies all over his belly. The alpha plunged in faster and soon released inside the vampire, with his knot expanding and locking them together. It didn't feel as big as it did for the first time Yoongi was knotted by him, maybe because he was so immensely relaxed.

He felt sleepy, coming to the crash that was impossible to avoid after drinking when he was not overly hungry. He searched for Jimin's lips almost blindly and licked all over them, making Jimin giggle.

"Shh", he calmed down the overly eager vampire, heavily scenting him and running fingers through his hair.

"You smell heavenly", Yoongi slurred with his eyes closed, unable to think about anything else.

He felt full and content, warmed up and safe. The last was definitely due to the pheromones the alpha coated him with and the elder loved it. It felt like belonging.

~end

[eldritchqueerture]

mightve written an E rated jarthur, hmu if anyone wants it

[packagecfgirlyevil-a]

wishlist / two stars of an upcoming theater performance ( broadway / ballet / any sort of stage production ). long days rehearsing, lots of touching and staring longingly into each others eyes, pretending to be in love for the sake of the show. behind the scenes, though, muse a is a stunning new ingenue and this is her first big break - muse b, however, is coming off of award season and cleaning house, has a reputation as a player and a star. the dynamic can go in one of two ways - absolute hatred, or absolute adoration. unrequited, admiration, using the other - the options are limitless !

[uncertainwallflower]

EXPECTATION'S ENCUMBRANCE Chapter 1. Rating: G.

“I can only walk through so many manicured gardens and muddy lanes, Mama,” said Lillian one morning, a week before Lord and Lady Bauffremont’s arrival.

“You can join Tuney and myself for luncheon today with Lady Bagshot.”

Lillian scrunched her nose.

“Lily does not enjoy Lady Bagshot’s company,” said Tuney. “She thinks herself above her intellectually.”

“I do not think myself above her, only that luncheon will provide little entertainment. Lady Bagshot is under the impression that George II is still King.” Lillian added the last part with a smile and was scolded harshly by her mother for it.

AO3

[derireo-galge]

My Venom Can Make You Pop It | 5k | jimsu✍️🏼

[ Vamp Yoon's First Knotting]

Yoongi meets Jimin at the new year's party and tries something he's never experienced before.

futa yoongi | yoonmilkers! | first meetings | blood drinking | scenting | knotting | riding

The obligatory events were the most boring thing to have at the end of the year. Despite the nice music and pleasant atmosphere it still wasn't his cup of tea. He'd prefer a read in a quiet cafe on his one or just napping in front of the telly under the warm quilt.

[ fed and knotted series ]

The smell of pine and other "festive" scents were seeping even through the powerful neutralizing system the building had. That irked him a little - his firm was specializing in engineering and installing those systems, this building, this very hall included. He checked his phone and saw no messages or alerts on the matter and decided to let it go for now.

After greeting a couple of dozen people he believed he was familiar with, Yoongi stopped following who he said good evening to and who he hasn't yet. His battery was running low and he got tired of socializing. He stepped away, hoping he will be looking unapproachable enough for others to pass him with a minimal gesture of acknowledgement, inclined their heads, for example, instead of exchanging meaningless pleasantries.

He stood away from the crowd, leaning on one of the pillars of the luxurious hall, watching the couples and groups chatting and laughing and thought how he did his best as the boss and he didn't need to keep being social anymore. Yet again he was thankful for his own employees who just politely waved at him across the room and let him be, knowing him better than the rest of the beings here.

Yoongi looked at the table in front of him - all the variety of food and drinks there was of high quality and that was something that pacified him a little. He was glad one of the companies his firm was in partnership with splurged on high quality treats, most of them looking very much desirable to eat. He remembered all those corporate parties he had to attend back when he was just starting - the appetizers there were impossible to look at without tears in his eyes. They were not edible even for humans who were notorious for taking anything in their mouths and still surviving.

As for vampires like Yoongi, the choice of what to take was limited. Not all foods were suitable for their bodies and the options varied from individual to individual. He looked at several bottles of wine and chose a semi-sweet red one that he was familiar with. He picked some bitter chocolate treats that seemed to have been made just for him - beautifully molded roses and other flowers, cute cartoon characters that made him smile before they melted on his tongue.

Yoongi wasn't too hungry yet but because of the boredom, his mind reverted to his apartment, to his kitchen, where inside a separate fridge he stored blood bags of exquisite quality. Just thinking about it made his gums itch. He'd feed just because he had nothing else to do, noone to take to his hotel room either. Drinking directly from the source was more of an entertainment than a feeding preference since he could go without it for long periods of time, having trained his body to be on the maximum level of independence.

The annual party was held in a luxurious hotel and last year was fantastic because he booked a room in the beginning of the party which was occupied by the end of the night with not just him but a couple of fairies who smelled like three course meal consisting of all his favourites. They were insatiable and it took him all his supernatural strength and stamina to last throughout the night. That was an unbelievably good start of the year but now he decided not to book a room at all. Whatever happens, he'll take it. He was open to sudden opportunities.

His mood swings were weird lately and though he wasn't a fledgling anymore and his maturing point has passed long ago, his hormones were going haywire all of a sudden, he would get weird cravings or just periods where he would be extremely unmotivated to do anything both with his hobbies or his body. He blamed the stress of the workload that was typical for the end of the year and inability to have long periods of time for proper rest. Maybe he craved something new, something different, soon as whatever he tried before has become bland and the opposite of inspiring.

He stood there for some time, sipping on his wine and thoughts floating somewhere far away when he was brought back to reality by a scent. The one that attracted him instantly. It was faint at first and then got more intense. Spicy, delicious, fresh, all in one, a beautiful mix that didn't identify with anything he knew of. Where was it coming from? With the neutralizing system even the use of much perfume was futile, it was fading into nothing within half an hour, even the most expensive and long lasting ones. So how could this scent stay here for long enough to reach him?

The scent could have belonged to any of the guests if not for the fact that it was close to impossible. Yoongi looked around subtly, even though all he wanted to do is chase that mouthwatering aroma with all his supernatural might. He ran his tongue over his teeth and yes. His fangs peeked, just a little, indicating that the smell was definitely belonging to a person, a person with blood. With a kind of blood that would be very tasty for the vampire. He was buzzed with a newfound want, the desire to pursue, to hunt, to obtain.

His eyes went through all of his surroundings again. Now that he's smelt something that triggered his instincts, everyone in the room looked even bleaker than before. Like a black and while film, they moved and talked and laughed and sparked absolutely nothing in Yoongi's chest. Except maybe one person that caught his attention.

The said person was standing next to the table where Yoongi chose his wine. A fine lithe figure, that type that had this dainty demeanor, deceiving vilnerability that hid power behind. He couldn't tell who that person was, he didn't think he knew him face to face. His side profile was attractive, like it was sculpted by old masters of art. Yoongi's eyes travelled down the creamy satin shirt to the red cardigan and black trousers. They were hugging those legs just right, the shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease but not give a lot away.

His neck was exposed, the honey like skin on display, slightly shining in the lights of the candelabras. It was calling out to him, begging to be marked. And bitten. It was pretty clear how much effort was put into that look. Simple yet elegant, dressed to impress for sure, carefully thought through from the colour scheme to the gold of the jewellery. Such a looker and yet, the person was standing next to the table with no indication they were in any hurry to move back towards the crowd. Maybe this corner of the room was sort of a hiding place from the rest of the guests.

Yoongi wracked his brain for ideas on how to approach him. But it wasn't needed. The person answered the phone and he heard the distinctive voice that was impossible to forget. It was Park Jimin, one of those people who he signed contracts with this year. Yoongi waited until he was done with the call and finished his drink, approaching the table in search for something else to sip on. And start talking. Who knows, maybe Jimin will too end up on the menu?

He couldn't remember if he ever mentioned his descend, after all it doesn't matter when your relationship is strictly business and doesn't randomly come up in conversations. He didn't even know that's how he looked like, having always interacted by phonecalls and emails only. But he distinctively remembered the soft pleasant voice, easily recognizable also due to his vampire senses.

"Park Jimin?" he asked, approaching the man who had straight posture and was nibbling on a piece of smoked meat.

"Hello", he said politely, "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year", Yoongi replied. "I don't think we had the pleasure of seeing each other face to face yet, though we spoke not so long ago".

Yoongi decided to get right into it, not used to much dancing around and preferring for things to go fast. If Jimin would want to extend their conversation elsewhere, he wanted to get to that point as soon as it was possible.

"Wait, Yoongi-ssi? Wow", he threw a quick look at him, noting the red sequin shirt that was complimenting his broad shoulders and matched the crimson sparks in his eyes. "You have beautifil eyes".

He added that with a tiny smirk and that's how the vampire knew he has lost the control over his nature a little. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and leaned his hip on the table, not missing how Jimin's eyes travelled down his body with no shame. Amber flashed in his brown orbs and Yoongi's breath hitched. The quiet gasp might have been quiet for a human but judging by the eyes, Jimin was anything but.

"Yours are pretty too", he noticed, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

They both chuckled at the situation and picked on some more food, noting how good it was this year. But the discussion of dishes couldn't have lasted that long, considering how hungrily their eyes looked anywhere but the appetizers.

"May I pour you a drink?" Jimin offered, motioning at Yoongi's empty glass. "Same one?"

Yoongi nodded in agreement and was about to tell which one he was drinking but Jimin was faster. He took his glass and picked a bottle, taking the cork and getting a smell of the wine from it. Then he set it aside and picked another and only poured the vampire the wine that smelt exactly like his glass.

"Thank you", Yoongi said, taking his drink, "That was impressive".

Jimin raised his own glass and they cheered for their meeting. The wine did little to quench his thirst but all he could do is try to prolong it until he either feeds from someone or feeds in the privacy of his home. He had pretty good control over it he thought, slowly trailing the prominent vein on Jimin's neck. Most of others would already be all over the young man, coaxing him to share his life liquid with then.

"It would be even easier to identify what you were drinking if the neutralizing system worked well tonight". he noticed with a low hum.

"Did you notice it too? To be honest, I spotted you precisely because I sensed you".

"Just me?" he asked and got a nod of confirmation from the vampire, "I noticed the floral scent and was wondering where it was coming from".

Yoongi coughed and hid his face in his glass, ignoring the pointed look the werewolf was giving him. The dark red liquid though couldn't last forever and at some point he had to set the empty glass back on the table.

"Fine", he said with fake exasperation and with a cute lift of the corners of his lips. "If by "floral" you mean roses that would be me".

"I figured", he smiled back, "But why just you and I? I talked to many people tonight and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary".

"Oh, you know, maybe we're just compatible", Yoongi joked but when he saw the thoughtful expression on the werewolf's face.

He figured it might not be as much of a joke as he supposed.

Jimin had his own assumptions about why he sensed Yoongi so well but he decided to keep that to himself for now. One funny story after another, they felt more comfortable with each other as the evening progressed. Yoongi was funny and witty, a bit of a subtle flirt and Jimin enjoyed responding to him in a similar manner.

One thing led to another and it wasn't surprising to any of them that they were walking away to a hallway that led to the kitchens and staff area, holding each other's hand. It was nice to sneak away considering the official part was over and he had to be present only out of courtesy. Two fairly young men for their species, attractive, bored and possibly compatible - it could only end exactly how it ended. With one of them pressed to the wall by the other.

Yoongi pushed Jimin into the hard surface, applying a bit of more strength, knowing the werewolf can take it. He got into his personal space, got close to his neck and took in gulps of air. The scent was magnificent and made his guts twist from how bad he wanted to lick it off Jimin's body. Preferably from more interesting parts.

Jimin patiently waited for his turn. When Yoongi moved back, he took the vampire by the waist and changed their positions. He pressed Yoongi to the wall and the other heard quiet rumbling that was coming off him. It was deeper than his speaking voice and the sound of it made his nipples pebble. He was sure the bra and the shirt can easily hide it but not for very long. Not when Jimin's attentive eyes were already watching them.

The werewolf's nose sniffed over the skin of his neck. It pressed there at some point, not rubbing, not scenting, just getting to know the vampire. It was a vulnerable crucial moment. His inner wolf could decide that Yoongi, like a predator, was a threat and possible danger and then any close contact in a limited space, especially sexual, could easily turn into a battlefield. Some preferred that, but Yoongi wasn't into it at all.

He may have been the hedonistic type, though he was comfortable to be the one to give and receive pleasure, seek new ways of intimacy, take the most out of every fling. To his relief, Jimin moved back to look at him with a smile that indicated that both he and his inner wolf were very much happy.

They pressed their lips together and Yoongi suppressed the urge to sigh into that touch. He couldn't stop thinking about it since the very moment he saw Jimin's plush lips, the shape and fullness of which were begging to do things to them. Now he could freely lick between them, suckle on the lower one and taste them to his heart's content. He wanted to devour them whole.

Jimin grabbed the vampire's thigh and lifted it up, pressing it close to his waist. He fitted himself in and Yoongi eagerly pulled him in closer. His hands roamed around the prominent biceps, the outline of his pecs, moving lower and lower and never once breaking the feverish kisses. Yoongi's hand wandered past the waistline and palmed at Jimin's hardened bulge. The size was impressive and made him hot under his collar, almost salivating from the need to have it.

"Looking for a knot?" Jimin mused, parting with Yoongi's doll like mouth to plant kisses along his chin and jawline.

"Alpha?" Yoongi asked in surprise, "Ah!"

Jimin growled and hipped at his sensitive neck, pressing impossibly close to the vampire's body. His movements seemed to have become more erratic, his grab on Yoongi's thigh became deliciously bruising. Using his strength he lifted the other man like he was no heavier than a feather, prompting him to cross his ankles on Jimin's back. The show of physical strength only turned him on, he preferred his men to be able to manhandle him and not break into a sweat right away.

"Calling me by my rank? When we've only just met, huh? Such a daring vampling you are", Jimin growled, unbuttoning Yoongi's sparkly shirt on the top and licking along his cleavage.

"You don't like it?" Yoongi pouted.

The blood was rapidly pumping through his veins, making him dizzy and much more hungry than in the start of the evening. He rubbed against the alpha, supported by the strong arms and in the haze of lust he suddenly realized what Jimin's rank comes with.

"I've never tried knotting before", he suddenly dropped in the breathy silence between them.

Jimin stopped holding him up and gently lowered him to stand on the floor. His look was attentive, calculating and Yoongi blushed under it, averting his eyes. The look was too intimidating, too knowing. The thought was so thrilling to him he couldn't wait to get into the werewolf's pants and have a feel of his cock in all ways that were available to him.

"In order to try it, we need to be compatible to some extent for it to work. Do you know that?" he asked, tucking Yoongi's dark locks behind his ear.

"I heard something like that", he mumbled.

All the hushly told storied popped up in his memory. They have always been intriguing to him, making him dream of scenarios where he was speared by thick cocks with large knots. He would want the stunning young man either way, but because he happened to be an alpha who was possessing something he was fascinated with, Yoongi decided he wants it. The sooner the better.

"Or there should be something that triggers it to pop", he continued.

He was always confident in talking about any types of sexual things but somehow this knotting talk was making him flustered, making him blush furiously. It must be because it's still a first of his he was yet to have or maybe because of the pheromones that were surrounding the pair like a thick mouthwatering cloud.

"How about I feed on you?" he suggested, squeezing the lithe waist with his big hands.

"How's that going to help?" Jimin mused.

"Do you doubt my venom can make you pop a knot?" the vampire smirked, demonstrating his elongated fangs.

Various venoms were typical to certain kinds of vampires. His was arousing to the person who he bit, making all their senses temporary more intense that regularly.

"We could always give it a try", Jimin licked over that attractive smirk and they again tangled in a heated kiss, messy, with moans and strings of saliva.

The alpha broke it with a wet pop and drew Yoongi in closer by an arm around his waist. He liked that sassy vampire, beautiful in his confidence and inexperience. He wanted to show him something he hasn't felt before, give him a good time and see his gorgeous body writhing on his knot. And let him feed off him if he so wanted.

"Let's go upstairs? I have booked a room, I think we will be more comfortable there", he crooned, taking the vampire by his chin and pecking his reddened lips.

"Let's go".

Yoongi agreed with a shy smile. He felt giddy, excited. He was attracted to the alpha who he assumed was s soft yet passionate lover. He wanted to test that theory.

Noone paid any attention to the disheveled pair of supernatural beings that seemed to be glued to each other as they paced along the wall of the room to get to the elevators. Jimin's room was on one of the highest floors. They kept things decent in the lift, not wanting to give the security a free show. Unlocking the door with a key card, Jimin let Yoongi in through first and then followed, locking the door behind them quickly.

"Would you like a drink?" he offered politely, taking his shoes off.

Yoongi tapped his lips with his pointer finger. He liked being coquettish, liked to show off his cute mannerisms.

"Depends. Is it sweet, red and are you the source?"

"Are you that hungry?" he asked, stepping forward.

Yoongi took a step back. He didn't even know why he did it, especially after they made sure they weren't in conflict with each other.

"You shouldn't do that", Jimin noticed calmly, taking his cardigan off and hanging it on the nearby chair, "My alpha is ready to chase you, just so you know".

"What makes you think you're going to catch me?" Yoongi raised his eyebrows, casually unbuttoning his shirt and revealing the beautiful black bralette he was wearing.

"Are you really taunting me now? Come here. Asking nicely one last time", the alpha warned.

But as he took a step forward, Yoongi took a step back. He tried to assess his route. The suite was big, spacious but it would be impossible to run for very long. And he doesn't really need to, he wasn't an omega to have his instincts push him to run away from the wolf. But he wanted to indulge the alpha, to play with him. He saw the effect this little game had on him. And so he ran.

He managed to get to the kitchen area by the time he heard the loud growling behind. He circled the bar table and then dashed to the bedroom. With both of them possessing inhumane powers, it was hard to tell who would outrun one another if they were to sprint through the forest instead of the hotel room.

"Got you there!"

Yoongi felt his body being covered by another one. Jimin pressed him into the mattress and nipped at his nape. Yoongi was high with adrenaline, struggling to throw the alpha off him. After applying some sparring techniques and his vampire strength he had Jimin under him while straddling his hips.

"Got you there", he sassed and leaned in to kiss the dazed werewolf.

They slowly rid each other of their clothes, safe for the bralette Yoongi wanted to keep on and Jimin didn't insist on taking it off. He kissed Yoongi's neck and licked the dip between the pink collarbones, nosing at his chin and making him giggle. With the strong grip on Yoongi's wide hips the alpha pulled the curvy body onto himself, helping the vampire rut against his crotch.

Jimin smelt delicious, much better than any werewolf he ever got close to before. His long fingers kept wrapping around Jimin's swan like neck, tickling his skin and feeling how his fangs are practically itching to bite him there.

"How hungry are you?" he asked and Yoongi's eyes flashed ruby red.

"Very. I can wait. But don't really want to", he added with a smile and pulled Jimin up in a sitting position, "Got any lube?"

"There", he pointed at the bedside cabinet and the vampire stood up to take it.

When he walked back he was swiftly thrown onto his back and melted against the sheets. Jimin sat between Yoongi's spread thighs and poured a generous amount of gel on his hand. Yoongi pushed his feet onto the alpha's chest while he was warming it up, taunting the wolf, testing his patience. Jimin grabbed the elegant ankle and trailed kisses along it, all the way to the pink knee.

He hugged his leg to his body and used the lubed up hand to prod and rub at the tight ring of muscles. Yoongi lazily stroked his stiff cock, watching the concentrated expression on Jimin's face. Whether it works or not, he would still be pleased to lay with such a beautiful boy, he caught himself thinking and decided to vocalize it.

"Don't think about it too much, okay? We're still going to have a good time".

"And I'll still feed you", Jimin added and the tense set of his shoulders visibly relaxed.

"That would be nice", he said genuinely.

He could go without but it would be such a nice bonus to have a mouthful of that delicious blood and sate himself in many ways. It would be a great addition to Jimin's thick cock that was hanging heavy between his legs. He felt himself being spread wider, with the werewolf adding more fingers in. Yoongi reached out and circled his fingers around Jimin's length and stroked them simultaneously while being stretched wide for the alpha's cock.

When Jimin was done he carefully extracted his fingers. He fitted himself between Yoongi's legs and loomed over him, marveling at the vampire's beauty. Pearly pale skin with so much pink - nose and cheeks, his ears, clavicles and the red of his mouth. Even his knuckles were rosy which he didn't hesitate to peck before putting a hand on his soft tummy and guiding his girth inside. Soon he could feel his own cock with his hand.

Yoongi groaned from the feeling of hot thickness spreading him wide. Jimin bottomed out and stilled deep inside, breathing deeply to calm himself. It was too tight inside, too good not to come right away and he had a hard time holding himself together. He cupped Yoongi's breasts and squeezed them through the thin lacy material. They were the perfect size to fit in his hands and he squeezed them again and again, thumbing at the nipples, until the vampire pulled him in by his shoulders and asked to move.

Starting slowly at first, Jimin thrusted in carefully, afraid he might be too thick for Yoongi. He gradually gained the rhythm that was both excruciatingly good and slow enough not to let it end too soon. Yoongi's nostrils flared, with each passing minute he felt more and more of the magnificent scent the alpha was emitting.

"Is vampling ready to feed?" Jimin asked teasingly.

"Yes", he breathed out, internally buzzing with excitement.

They decided it would be easier if they changed their positions. Jimin leaned on the headboard with Yoongi in his hold. The vampire slid down his cock slowly and started to ride it in slow waves. With every up and down his chest was bouncing in the same rhythm and Jimin didn't deny himself the pleasure of holding and fondling the soft boobs.

Yoongi rode the werewolf in long languid strides that he alternated with short thrusts. He was getting so sensitive it seemed to him he could feel every ridge, every vein on the thick shaft that was moving inside him. He smoothed Jimin's black hair out of his blissed out face. That made him ease the grip on the vampire's waist and look at him.

They kissed again, unhurried and deep. Yoongi trailed kisses to his chin and then along the jawline, moving towards the other's ear. His lips travelled lower and he pecked and licked at the skin of his neck, breathing in the dizzying smell of the werewolf. He sucked on it, leaving reddening marks behind before asking:

"May I feed on you?"

"Yes, you may", Jimin whispered, giving Yoongi his permission and mentally preparing for the bite, controlling his alpha, urging him to submit.

Yoongi's sharp fangs easily pierced the skin. He suckled on the blood that started slowly seeping into his mouth and physically felt how venom leaves his body to settle inside Jimin's blood vessels. He played with the puncture wounds with his tongue and went back to sink his fangs a little deeper. He sucked harder, drunk on the taste of sweet blood alone.

Jimin felt the venom affecting him. All his body started to tingle. He was so concentrated on the unusual sensations it took him a while to realise his knot started to expand.

Yoongi parted with the neck with a gasp, interrupting his feeding. He threw his head back and tried to access the feeling inside his sensitive hole.

"Is this - Ah! - Is this it?" he asked, trembling on the alpha's lap.

"Yeah, does it hurt?" he asked with concern.

"No, it's - Gah! - I feel..." Yoongi was struggling to find words to describe.

"Full?" he suggested.

"Yeah..."

"Keep feeding, come on", he mumbled and cupped Yoongi's face to give him a chaste kiss.

He pushed Yoongi by the back of his head towards his neck where two lines of blood tricked out and were threatening to start spilling down his chest. He licked them both, licked the area around the wound clean and started sucking on blood again, humming into the bite. He gulped the blood down until he was satisfied and then felt how big the knot became inside.

"Don't move", Jimin warned, pressing down on the vampire's shoulders.

It must have expanded fully, Yoongi thought, feeling how wide he was spread inside. He rocked back and forth, very carefully, in short motions. The sensations were intense, it felt like he was being split in half but in a good way. Surprisingly it didn't hurt at all and the feeling of the alpha's knot inside was grounding, satisfying.

"Can I scent you?" Jimin suddenly asked.

Yoongi looked at him through his lashes. The alpha looked pretty disheveled, his hair was ruffled where Yoongi's hands got to it, his cheeks crimson. Scenting must feel good to him no less than knotting is for me, the vampire thought and nodded his head. He wanted it himself, wondering how Jimin would be like afterwards.

"Yeah, scent me", he asked and carefully leaned in, tilting his head.

The submissive gesture made the alpha rumble, low and pleased. He brushed Yoongi's damp hair to the side and nosed at his neck. He laid careful gentle pecks on it and rubbed his neck and shoulder with his own skin, all the while rumbling in content. When he was done he leaned back to look at the dazed vampire who smelt even better now with the two of their scents mingling together.

"Feeling alright? It will be a while until you can move off it", he chuckled, noticing Yoongi smiling even wider at hearing his words.

"I'm good. I don't mind, it's quite comfortable here".

"Just don't move much, I don't want you to get hurt".

"Promise not to bounce on it. Not right now", he sassed again and the wolf smashed their lips together.

Yoongi rested his body in the tight hold of Jimin's arms that were securely supporting his weight. Knotting turned out to be not as scary as it was rumored to be. But he knew he had to try again. Just to make sure.

~end

[puddintrucks]

Oops accidentally read t4t smut at work. Only read half the book

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

This is the first time I hit the tag limit I think.

ミღ the cake in the back — c. seungcheol x reader

description. cheol is a regular at your bakery, and it's all because his son loves the banana bread you make—at least that's what he tells himself. it also doesn't hurt that you're cute. and polite. and totally someone he'd like to fuck.

genre. smut, fluff tags. rich dilf cheol, bakery owner reader, or4l (f receiving), car s3x, kitchen s3x, pet names (angel), cr3ampi3, aprons ... hehe w/c. 3.8k+ a/n. IGNORE THE TITLE OKAY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. look i know it's corny and i literally am writing this on a whim but happy father's day

"soobin's not with you today?" your voice is cheery and gentle when you greet your regular.

mr. choi smiles and shakes his head. "shocking, i know," he laughs in that deep and velvety tone that has you bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet out of pure giddiness.

"a pleasant surprise," you reply, putting on some gloves as mr. choi approaches the counter. it's near closing, and it's around that time of day where people usually don't come in as much, so you've been alone and just cleaning up the space yourself. "what can i get you, mr. choi?"

the handsome man chuckles, flicking his wrist as he pushes some hair back, the reflective surface of his wrist watch (that you definitely don't want to know the price of because it might just make you pass out) glinting under your bakery's warm lights. "thought i told you to stop calling me that. seungcheol is much better considering ..." he searches for the words for a moment. "... we see each other so regularly," he concludes.

"i've got to maintain some level of professionalism, don't you agree, mr. choi?" you tease. "the regular, i'm assuming? two banana breads?"

"you already know it."

grinning, you nod and pull up a box. "how's soobin? i haven't seen him or you in a while. i'm starting to miss my favorite customer."

"i'm sure soobin would be flattered to hear that. he's doing well, i couldn't bring him today since he's got a swimming class this evening," seungcheol explains, pulling out his wallet that's donned in some brand name that looks so expensive you don't even know how to pronounce it. you move down the counter grab some of the bread which is on your far left, and he walks down on the other side to match you, keeping up the conversation.

"ah yes. he seems to be around that age to start learning. better now than never, honestly. my younger brother didn't learn until he was older and it did not seem easy," you say with a giggle, bringing out the tongs to grab two small loaves.

seungcheol nods in agreement. "that, and i'm planning on taking the two of us on a vacation spot in a few months ... not sure where yet, but soobin's been wanting to go to a beach location for ages," he tells you, and your heart swells.

the image of soobin and seungcheol, goofing around on a beach send a warm feeling through your body. it's also maybe an added plus that there's a flicker in your mind of what seungcheol would look like in nothing but swim trunks, skin shining from the water under the beaming sun, dark hair splayed across his forehead.

you wonder what he's hiding beneath that plain, beige t-shirt of his. his arms are somewhat exposed, and from just the little bit of muscle that peeks out and flexes when he moves around, you think you can safely assume he's got much more going on in the places where your eyes can't reach.

realizing he's still right in front of you, you blink down hard as an attempt to pull yourself back into reality, eyes flickering up at the handsome man in front of you.

"s-sounds fun," you say honestly, packing the bread and handing it to him over the counter. in this moment, seungcheol catches sight of the apron you've got on. it's light pink and hugs your figure so nicely, he can't help but comment on it.

"new apron, huh?"

shyly, you look down and nod. you hadn't expected him to notice. "uh, yeah. my employees got it for me as a birthday gift, actually."

seungcheol furrows his brows as he hands you his card so you can charge him. "it's cute. was your birthday, um, recent?"

you nod casually, tapping at your machine for a second before handing back his card, trying to ignore the way his comment first comment has your stomach flipping and flopping around. "yeah, it was a few days ago."

"i'm sorry, i didn't know," he says sincerely, causing you to frown.

"hey, don't worry about it. it's not something i expect my customers to know and—"

"let me treat you to something," seungcheol says abruptly, cutting you off mid-sentence. he realizes after that it's a bit rude, but something about the way you brush him off as just a customer makes him feel the need to prove you wrong.

"i—i'm sorry?" you ask, and for a moment seungcheol almost mistakes your confusion for apprehension, but then he drinks in the way you look up at him curiously, lips slightly parted, and he relaxes.

"you're closing soon, right? let me ... treat you to something," he repeats. "a coffee or something, if you don't mind."

"oh, i can't possibly impose like that, especially when you've got to pick up soobin and—"

"i wouldn't be offering if you were imposing. he's getting picked up by my friend anyways—his son and soobin are going to have a play date and stuff and—" he's rambling, seungcheol knows that, but he can't seem to care. "basically what i'm saying is you don't have to worry about that. seriously. wait—not that i'm forcing you. you can totally say no, i just ..." he sighs, "don't want you to say no because you think you'll be imposing. 'cause you won't be."

when you smile brightly up at him, eyes glittering and laugh cheery, a wave of relief washes over seungcheol. "i—thank you for the reassurance. i'd love to get coffee, but i do have around twenty more minutes before closing and i still have some stuff i need to clean up and i'm not sure if you—"

"i'll wait." he pauses, then adds, "and help."

you're a bit apprehensive at first—a customer helping you out with closing? but you're quick to learn that once cheol has his mind set on something, it isn't the easiest to pull him away from it—and right now cheol is determined to treat you, as he put it.

the next forty-five minutes is spent with you directing seungcheol around your bakery. he's a surprisingly fast learner and before you know it, all the pastries are loaded in the back, the dishes are cleaned, your floors are swept, and suddenly you find yourself outside of your shop with the doors locked, standing next to seungcheol who watches with you a clouded expression.

"thank you so much for the help," you say bashfully. "you're already taking me—" is it too soon to say he's taking you out? oh well, what's done is done. "—taking me out. isn't this a little too much?" you joke, wiggling your brows.

seungcheol chuckles and shakes his head, pulling his eyes out of his pocket and twirling around the chain around his fingers. fuck, he has really nice fingers—

seungcheol's voice interrupts your thoughts "do you have a car or—"

"i usually take the bus home," you explain, rocking back and forth on your feet. cheol frowns, but doesn't say anything. maybe he can fix that, but that's an thought for another time as he points at his suv, all black from top to bottom, with tinted windows and full black wheels.

there's a silence that envelopes the two of you when you slip into the passenger seat, placing your work bag on the floor. seungcheol is already in the driver's seat, key stuck in but not turning on the engine just yet.

you glance between the sight of your bakery out the window, and back at seungcheol who already has his gaze on you.

"you're going to have to be transparent with me for a second," seungcheol says seriously, locking eyes with you as you shift your body to face him. "and i want to make sure we're on the same page about ..." about whatever is going to go down.

you bite down on your lip, and even though cheol knows you're doing it absentmindedly, he can't help but feel his pants grow tighter at the way it puffs up when your teeth release it.

"i ... i think you know we're on the same page," you reply shyly, shifting a little in your seat to try and make up for the silence.

"you want this?" cheol clarifies, one eyebrow cocked up.

a feeling of pride swelters in his chest when you reply without hesitation, "i do." and then a bit more quietly, you add, "i, uh, have for a while."

now cheol usually likes to tread lightly; he doesn't want to mess around and is great at keeping his dick in his pants but there's just something about the way you look at him so cutely.

you look at him like you know all the nasty things he wants to do to you, and you bat your eyelashes like you don't care—like you'd let him. like you'd take every damn thing he gives you without a single word of complaint, and it's driving him crazy.

again, cheol is great at keeping his foot on the brake, but then you swipe your tongue over your bottom lip and suddenly he's slamming his feet on the accelerator.

wrapping one hand around your neck, he pulls you to smash his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kiss—tentative, as if you're both testing the waters. pressing against each other as your faces tilt, your hands find purchase in his hair when cheol laps at your bottom lip. that's where it all takes off.

the kiss turns from innocent and sweet to sloppy and fast within a matter of moments and suddenly you're grappling at his arms, his hands are searching for your tits, gripping at the flesh and before you know it, you're being thrown to the back.

seungcheol nearly slams your back down onto the seats, your loose shirt riding up your stomach in the process to reveal the lower half of your bra. "fuck," he mutters, low and under his breath in that raspy sort of way that has your clothes feeling too hot and your cunt too empty.

"seungcheol," you moan, unbuttoning your work pants and shoving them off your legs, along with your panties in one go, leaving your wet cunt open and bare. he doesn't take a moment to shuffle back and bring his face down to be level with your core, eyes looking up at you with some kind of mischievous glint that has your stomach churning.

with a bit of hesitance, he places a soft kiss over your clit, watching you carefully to see how you react. when you whine and arch your back against the leather seats, he figures that that reaction is good enough, and this time lets his tongue out, swiping it against the throbbing bad.

"sweet," he murmurs, lips moving down against your folds. the movement and vibrations send sparks through your core and up your spine, and you shudder at the feeling as one hand flies down to grip at his dark hair. "so fuckin' sweet," he repeats before diving his tongue back, swiping it up and down between your folds.

"ah-h-h, seungcheol—fuck," you whimper when he presses the wet muscle flat against your drooling hole, continue to circle around and tease you. fervently, cheol—to put it bluntly—makes out with your cunt. digging his face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clit when he adjusts his neck to lap and suck against unexplored areas, leaving you mewling into your arm as you try and sit still for him.

there isn't much room in the back, and to be frank, your limbs are in an uncomfy position, and you can only imagine the strain cheol is feeling, bent over and legs in an awkward position when he holds your hips and pulls you closer so he can smother himself in your pussy. he doesn't seem to mind though, lifting his head every few moments to grin up at you with hazy eyes, glossy lips, and a drenched chin, off-handedly commenting something dirty about how nice you taste, how he could live between your legs, how you're driving him fucking insane.

it's the meticulous flicks of his tongue, the deep and guttural words that escape his honeyed lips, and the girth of his fingers when he finally plunges them into your warm cunt that bring you to your edge. it only takes a few rubs and curls against your aching walls before your shaking, crying out his name as you thrust upwards, holding his face down so you can grind against him.

and he whispers the words, "cum angel," so sweetly—a complete contrast to the way his tongue is scooping up all your arousal—and so you cum like you never have before.

fuck my life, you think to yourself as the waves of your orgasm finally hit you. cheol rides you through the high, and he does it good. so good, you're left breathless when he pulls away from your cunt with a dopey smile and feather light kisses all up your thigh and stomach, and then finally your lips.

"my place?" he asks, stroking your cheek gingerly as you blink up at him. and when you nod hazily, he pats you lightly, helping you back to the passenger seat before helping you slip on your panties and pants back on. this time, when cheol gets back into the driver's seat, he places one hand on the steering wheel, the other secure over your still quivering thigh. "relax angel," he murmurs, and you can't help but burn at the gentle words. this can't be the same man who ate you out like you were damn piece of cake just moments earlier.

the drive is quiet, but not uncomfortable. if anything, you're fucking enthralled. when he stops at a red light, cheol looks over at you and when your eyes meet you can't help but giggle together until you're cheeky, grinning mess by the time you pull up to his house.

parking in the lavish drive way, cheol tells you to hold on for a second, getting out of the car and making his way to your side, to open the door for you.

"i didn't know that this what you meant by coffee," you giggle, stumbling out next to him and letting him wrap an arm around your waist to help you up the steps to his house. it's a beautiful estate, really, but you aren't too focused on admiring the luxury right now—you're much more interested in what's to come between you and cheol.

and you're about to find out soon enough because as soon as he opens the door, lets you in, and closes it behind you, cheol's hands are all over you. with your eyes closed as you two engage in a hot mess of tongue and teeth and lips, your rocking back and forth in his arms, his legs leading to you to some place you're not really aware of until you feel something hard and cool press against your lower back.

"wear the apron," cheol tells you firmly when he pulls away, pressing you against his cold stone counter. you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, but let your bag that's still on your shoulder drop onto the counter, taking out your apron without hesitation.

it's now that you realize you're in his kitchen. if you weren't in such a ... intimate setting, you would have admired the design, the appliances—all of it. perhaps you'd even wonder what it's like to bake in here, cooking up soobin's favorite banana bread with cheol by your side and—you save those thoughts for another time.

"w-why?" you murmur in response to cheol's request, as you pull the apron out, pulling the pink strap over your head, tying it behind your back as the ache between your legs begins to creep up on you again. cheol's big hands find purchase on your hips again, holding down you down with a firm grip as he turns you around and pushes your back down.

"'cause," he grunts out, and you nearly moan when you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and fabric rustling as he shoves his pants and boxers down. it hardly takes a second before his hands are at the hem of your own pants, yanking them down and giving you a moment so you can step out of them.

you wiggle your ass around for a second, turning to look back at cheol with pleading eyes and ask him to just fuck you already, but then he locks a hand under your jaw, cupping the underside of your face and pulling it up so your back arches into his touch. you can feel the angry, hard head of his cock prodding against the plush of your ass and the feeling of him brush against you has you whining.

"patience, angel," he coos, pressing his face next to the shell of your ear and placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before easing his way through your folds. you can't even see him but you just know he's big—fat length rubbing up and down your folds as he coats himself in your arousal as you whisper incoherent pleas for more.

"cheolie ..." the nickname slips from your lips with out as much as a brainless thought but it has cheol's head rewiring.

"fuck, say that again," he demands, snaking the hand that's not holding your face down your back until it's gripping the cute little bow of your apron.

you hum as you feel him tugging at the fabric, jerking your body backwards and pushing your cunt harder against him, the fat tip brushing against your sensitive clit. "cheolie!" you mewl again, and you're really not expecting the way he jams his cock into you in one go. not that you're complaining of course.

'cause how could you complain when he's stretching you out so nicely? when his cock is so long it's already hitting kissing your cervix and hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even think were possible to reach? when he's so deep that his balls are pressed against your burning core and his pelvis is flush against your ass?

"you feel so good," cheol moans, and you squeeze around him even tighter when you hear the low, gruff words escape his lips. "this pussy was made for me, huh?" he breathes out with a chuckle, as he pulls out halfway before pulling the strings of the apron so your core meets him halfway, slamming his cock back into you.

"oh god," you moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try and swivel your hips against his for some added stimulation.

"gonna think abt this every time you wear this, won't you?" cheol grunts, twisting his fingers around the bow in the back so he hold onto it tighter.

the thought runs through your fucked out mind for a moment; you're gonna have to walk into work tomorrow, and if you're wearing the apron, you'll have to sit through the day knowing that you had cheol's cock buried inside of you under this same fabric—if you aren't wearing it, you'll have to come up with an excuse for your lovely employees as to why you're not wearing their precious gift.

which option you're going to go with, though, is swept from your mind when cheol sticks a finger into your mouth and presses down on your tongue as he fucks into you harder.

what a moment, you think. getting railed on the counter of a man who you always thought was out of reach. your insides feel like jelly as his fat cock runs against your walls, veins and curves pressing and dragging through you as heat envelopes you.

and as his thrusts increase in force, you start to realize that cheol is nothing if he is not relentless. just when you think you've whimpered his name so much you think you might lose your voice, he's ramming into you harder, punching the air right out of your lungs as broken moans and squeaks that have him losing his damn mind.

"what a fuckin' angel, creaming me cock so well," he praises, yanking you back and forth at an unforgiving pace to match his calculated thrusts. you feel like you're being thrown around in the best way possible, body throttling every time his hips crash against your ass and cause you to lurch forward and arch your back even more.

and as he goes on, the rub of his cock against you, the press of his balls against your clit, his hand in your mouth and pressing against your jaw—it's all so much and so fast and so good until you're shaking and thrashing in his hold.

"mmf—cheolie, wan' cum," you choke out when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

"yeah? my pretty angel's gon' cum on my cock?"

"yeah-huh," you answer dazedly, body jerking back and forth as his hips snap more haphazardly now, but still hitting that one sweet spot that has your vision going bleary. "can i cum, cheolie?"

and you ask him so fucking sweetly, he can't hold it in anymore, dazedly grunting out something along the lines of, "yeah, angel, cum f'me," before he spills his hot seed inside of you. the sensation of his cum painting your walls white is the final thing you need before joining cheol with your own orgasm, clenching around him so tightly that it has him gripping down on your hips in a way that you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. not that you mind.

how could you, when you just had the most mind blowing orgasm of your life with the hottest guy you've ever met. as you twitch against him, cheol finally pulls himself out and you whimper lowly at the feeling of being empty even though you know you'd probably pass out if you had his dick in you any longer.

gently, cheol strokes your back and caresses the taught muscles, untying the apron that quite literally had you in a chokehold, letting it fall from your figure. "'m sorry," he murmurs into your neck, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, "was i too rough?"

"n-no," you say, face burning when you realize just how croaky and fucked your voice has become. cheol only laughs at you as you dig your face into your hands as you mumble bashfully, "it was ... great." you're slightly embarrassed, yes, but when you catch the look of endearment on cheol's face, you start to think twice.

as you both attempt to even out your breaths, cheol looks down at you panting against the counter, cum spilling out of your fluttering folds. vaguely, he wonders what you'll look like in a bikini in the bahamas. huh, he thinks, maybe he'll have to ask soobin if it's okay to bring an extra certain someone with them on their vacation this summer.

a/n. how i managed to get this out in one day i don't know. the cheol effect i guess. anyways, hope u enjoyed!

tags. @xcynthiaaa @synthetickitsune @leejihoonownsmyheart @dahliatopia @gyuswhore @hoeforcheol @5xiang @hajimelvr @miriamxsworld @blinkjunhui @lixiel0ver @josefines-things @mimisxs @kawennote09 @bbyjjunie @rubyreduji @marzmeltdown @todorokiskitten (strikethrough could not be tagged)

[starsenha]

ABOUT THE BOY / P.S smau

SUMMARY: you were the queen of Decelis University, everybody worshipped the ground you walked on. you were used to have what you wanted, when you wanted it. until the day when park sunghoon arrived, and things changed.

GENRE: smau, fluff, angst, crack, some smut in a few chapters, veeeeery suggestive

CHARACTERS: enhypen, aespa ningning, itzy lia, riize sungchan, stayc isa, seventeen mingyu

WARNINGS: (a lot) of cursing, bad attempt at humour lmao, sexual jokes and suggestive af, talk about abusive parents, smut in some chapters (minors dni)

TAGLIST: @arimiu @eleanorheartschishiya @i03jae @beomsitez @hoonatic @rep-hoon @invuzzn @naoyiie @sunhyeswife @sophi-ee @heeseungismymanz @istglevi-gotmesimping @jiaant11 @lakoya @noname-123s-things @roslayy @nyfwyeonjun @aehrizone @serenadehera @starry-eyed-bimbo (still open, just comment on this or sent me a request in my inbox! <3)

a/n: since I've just finished writing Duet (its coming guys don't worry hihi) i started working on this one so i thought why not uploading it at the same time as duet :)

profile [one] [two]

[prologue] squad's finally back

[1] what do y'all think (written 1,8k)

[2] gather intel

[3] bloodsucker

[4] crush

[5] happy birthday (written, 3k)

[6] i don't know you

[7] finally (written, 1,7k)

[8] her protection

[9] unholy trinity

[10] thirst trap

[11] you're in (written, 1,6k) SMUT IN THIS CHAP

[12] anti-feminism era

[12.5] losing her

[13] i hate you (written, 2k)

[14] domestic (written, 4,1k)

[15] you're a saint

[16] completely whipped (written, 0,5k)

[17] guess who's back

[18] things never change

[19] why do i care

[20] can i have your attention?

[21] operation: save hoon

[22] knock some sense (written, 0,8k)

[23] healing time

[24] stupid (written, 1,2k)

[25] ride or die

[26] that's sus

[27] the plan (written, 5k)

[epilogue] third wheeling

[bbkoolkatz]

𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓!

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»»————> presenting;

pairing: barbarian!prince! Katsuki Bakugo x chief!daughter! reader.

synopsis: an arranged marriage to the prince of the barbarian clan to save your kingdom from being wiped out... cliche innit. stem's off the MHA fantasy au!

content warnings: FEMALE READER! strangers to lovers! slow burn! MHA fantasy AU! adult themes! arranged marriage! sexual content! rough n gruff Katsuki! mentions of blood in a lot of scenes! rituals! dub-con in some scenes! (for caution, because y'all can't understand each other) if u're religious, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! angst! fluff! smut! WARNINGS APPLY TO ALL CHAPTERS!!! and are there to exercise caution!

updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays!

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊↓; 2.5k+ words

»»————> LORE! [you can continue without reading all this]

the barbarian clan is known for conquering any village, kingdom and/or empire. they are brutes, usually settling anything by waging war and desecrating the land.

the barbarians speak in old Norse! conversing is difficult...

Katsuki is the only son and prince of the barbarian clan.

barbarians are stronger and bigger in size than regular humans.

your kingdom is ruled by your father—called cheif instead of king—who's a big softy and doesn't see the point in things like war... he prefers to talk things out and leave casualties to a zero. even if that means marrying off his only daughter...

you are the only daughter of your father which only makes you more precious and worthy of bearing the heir of both your kingdom and their clan.

tetsugami; a huge, semi intelligent crab. [there are few now as people have hunted them down to the double digits.]

crimson dragons; giant flying lizards. [they are very friendly despite their mean looking faces & their scales are extremely valuable.]

(more coming soon)

Old Norse Alphabet;

1. A/a- Pronunciation: ah as in "father."

2. B/b- Pronunciation: b as in "bed."

3. D/d- Pronunciation: d as in "dog."

4. Ð/ð (called eth)- Pronunciation: Soft th as in "this."

5. E/e- Pronunciation: eh as in "bed."

6. F/f- Pronunciation: f as in "fox." Between vowels, pronounced as v.

7. G/g- Pronunciation: g as in "go." After certain vowels, it softens to a y sound.

8. H/h- Pronunciation: h as in "house."

9. I/i- Pronunciation: ee as in "see."

10. J/j- Pronunciation: y as in "yes."

11. K/k- Pronunciation: k as in "king."

12. L/l- Pronunciation: l as in "lamp."

13. M/m- Pronunciation: m as in "man."

14. N/n- Pronunciation: n as in "name."

15. O/o- Pronunciation: aw as in "law."

16. P/p- Pronunciation: p as in "pen."

17. R/r- Pronunciation: Rolled r, like in Spanish or Italian.

18. S/s- Pronunciation: s as in "see."

19. T/t- Pronunciation: t as in "top."

20. U/u- Pronunciation: oo as in "moon."

21. V/v- Pronunciation: Often interchangeable with f, pronounced like English v.

22. Y/y- Pronunciation: Similar to ee but with rounded lips, like French u in lune.

23. Þ/þ (called thorn)- Pronunciation: Hard th as in "thorn."

24. Æ/æ- Pronunciation: ai as in "air."

25. Ö/ö- Pronunciation: ur as in "bird" (without the r).

M-LIST!

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3.5

marriage. the best thing that could ever happen to a girl. all your life, you'd imagined being a bride; delicately decorating your hair with wild tulips, adorning your body in silver and white silk. spending the rest of your life with the person you love most.

now you're here, kneeling in front of a bonfire beside a complete stranger, cloaked in boar fur and animal skeletons, as the thick, warm blood of a lamb is poured over you. your marriage ceremony... filled with unfamiliar faces—including your now-husband—and traditions. drinking, dancing, and celebrating the union.

"nú ger hana konu þína!" a spiked-blonde woman, with an uncanny resemblance to the man kneeling beside you, announced, raising her hands in the air. you looked around confused as ever, as he leaned in, blood-stained fingers pulling you in by the back of your neck. your nose scrunched at the metallic taste of blood that his tongue shoved past your teeth. you push him away, gasping at the foreign feeling.

"hvat í helvíti, kona!?" he frowned, turning away from you, mumbling something under his breath, that you didn’t quite catch. not that you'd understand what he was carrying on about anyways...

the spiked-blonde woman—whom you guessed to be some sort of priestess or elder—shot you a sharp glare, her arms lowering slowly as she spoke in a hushed yet commanding tone. her words were incomprehensible to you, but the crowd seemed to murmur in agreement. your husband huffed, his frown deepening as he looked at you over his shoulder. you were kneeling there, with eyes pressing on you from all directions. the fire crackled in the silence, and the warmth of it did little to ease the chill settling in your chest.

two women approached you, their faces painted with intricate swirls of red and black. they tugged you to your feet without a word and began guiding you toward a tent decorated with bones, animal pelts, and dried herbs hanging from the entrance. inside, it was dimly lit by a few small lanterns. the air smelled of earth, smoke, and something sweet but unfamiliar.

they gestured for you to sit on a low stool and began pulling at your ceremonial garb, their movements quick but not unkind. your protests fell on deaf ears as they stripped you of the heavy fur cloak, wiping the blood from your skin with damp cloths. one of them muttered something, shaking her head as she scrubbed at your face. it was clear they didn't understand you either, but their disapproving looks were universal.

by the time they were finished, you were dressed in a simpler gown of rough-spun fabric, a far cry from the silks you were used to and had imagined for your wedding night. the older of the two handed you a wooden cup filled with a thick, bitter scented liquid. she pointed to it, then your mouth, her expression stern. reluctantly, you sipped it, grimacing at the taste. the woman nodded, seemingly satisfied, before they left you alone in the tent.

you sat there, staring at your hands, trying to gather your thoughts, but instead, they drift back to just a few mere hours ago...

-

"arranged?" you seethed in disbelief, looking at your defeated father, seated across from you at the council table, surrounded by old wrinkled elders.

"yes, daughter," he affirmed, voice devoid of emotion. "war against the barbarian clan would destroy everything we've built—"

"so they made a proposal, a very very rare one," one of the wart ridden elders interrupted-

"to make an arrangement," another continued-

"one that cannot be broken once forged," -

"a marriage,"-

"your sacrifice would save us all, child," the eldest croaked, concluding the proposal, "and as the chief's daughter, it is your duty to your people." one after the other, they all slowly turned their heads toward you, kneeling at the center of their godforsaken grey gazes.

your eyes flickered between them, their crinkled foreheads making you feel sick to your stomach as their words wrung your heartstrings. "marriage is sacred... it can only happen once. i don't know this person that you'd like me to be bound to for the rest of my life..." you snarled, stating the very obvious to those expired raisins.

"i'm afraid you misunderstood us, girl," the eldest fumed, weakly slamming his fist down, "it is arranged. you will wed the heir of the barbarian clan. that is why you have been summoned." firmly raising from his seat to intimidate you.

"that is my daughter you're speaking to, elder... as old as you are, mind your tongue." your father shifted his attention to you. "unfortunately, he is right, my dear. it's already been arranged, and you are to be wed at sundown."

dumbfounded... that's the look on your face. they we're giving you away to complete strangers... and at sundown!? despite all the colorful words that wanted to fly out your mouth, you grit your teeth and settled with a curt nod. you do have a duty to your people.

though it wasn't supposed to happen like this. it was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. you only get married once in your entire life after all.

-

the sound of heavy footsteps outside the tent snapped you out of your thoughts. the flap was pulled aside roughly, and your husband stepped in. his presence filled the small space, his broad shoulders and wild blonde hair almost brushing the top of the tent as his crimson eyes bore into you, a mixture of frustration and curiosity in his gaze.

he said something, his voice sharp and demanding, but you could only blink up at him in confusion. "i don't understand you," you said softly, shaking your head, as your voice trembled, despite your efforts to stay composed.

he huffed, combing a hand through his hair before pointing at you and then gesturing to the pallet of furs in the corner of the tent. his tone suggested he was giving you an order. when you didn't move, he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"leggjask. sofa." he barked, his frustration very much evident. when you still didn't respond, he crossed the space between you in two long strides, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. the roughness of his grip made you wince, but he didn't seem to notice as he guided you toward the furs. he pointed again, his expression leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated, thinking that maybe he wanted you to lie down, and slowly you lower yourself onto the makeshift bed. he stood over you for a moment, his intense gaze making your skin prickle, before he turned and left the tent without another word.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. you were alone in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers who you couldn't even get to know, married to a man you didn't understand. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes with the overwhelming thoughts, but you blinked them away, refusing to let yourself break down on your wedding night.

the two women that cleaned you up earlier came back with him, and they began to remove his furs. you quickly averted your eyes, feeling a heat crawling up your neck, as the thought of them removing more than just his cloak tainted your mind.

"nei!" the old one scolded, "Þú verður að líta!" ... why are they babbling their jibberish when they know you don't understand them... "she said, 'you must look'," the younger translated, seeing the confused wrinkle in your brows. oh thank the gods! you smiled briefly at the familiar words before coming back to your senses.

"must i?" you blush, slowly turning back to them.

"yes," she smiled, cleansing your huge husband before your eyes, "if you do not, you give chance for another woman," she carefully rubbed the damp cloth over his bloody forehead while you let the thought sink in.

"leave," you softly ordered, "I'll take care of my husband," and without hesitation she whispered to the old lady, they dropped everything and left. ain't no way you were about to let your husband be seduced away on the night of your union...

gently, you wrung the cloth of most of its water and brought it back up to his face, wiping away the dust and dried blood that covered little scars freckling his almost perfect face.

his eyes burned through your skull with his staring, slowly scanning over the curves and dips of your body as you moved. your finger danced over his skin, tracing the scar on his right cheekbone, moving down to brush past his thin lips, wiping away the remnants of dirt on his well built, chest. he seemed to relax against your touch, closing his piercing crimson eyes, and hanging his head back to let you do your work.

so soft... and smooth... the texture of his skin isn't what you expected. who would've thought that such a rough looking barbarian had the skin of a baby? would explain all the scars though. like this one running down his neck to his collarbone, and these over here trailing down his firm biceps. you almost forgot you were supposed to be cleaning him up... you've finished the upper half and tugged at the leather holding his pants up, struggling to get them undone.

a low chuckle rumbled in his throat and your eyes shot up up to his smirking face, "what's so funny?" you quiver, frowning, as he shifted to stand, undoing the leather and dropping his pants to the dirt floor. "þar," he rasped, smug at your flustered state.

having those women clean him up was starting to seem more and more reasonable now... nevertheless, you dippied the cloth in the bowl of warm water and squeezed it, before wiping at his lower abdomen. you're so adorable between his legs like that, avoiding his eyes at all costs, while you wipe your way down and around, to his back. again, your hands moved of their own accord, twitching along the scupletd bumps on his back.

he grunted softly as your fingers worked over the knots in his shoulders, his broad frame shifting slightly under your touch. emboldened by the lack of protest, you continued, pressing harder into the muscles along his spine. his head dipped forward, and a low sigh escaped his lips, sending a wave of warmth through you. he brought a large hand up to yours on his shoulders and guided you in front of him.

both your eyes reflected in each other's for a long moment before you tried to break the silence, your words sounding like nonsensical ringing in his ears. he pulled you into his chest, just holding you there in an attempt to shush you, closing his eyes as his brows pinched over them.

"what's your name?" you asked softly, your voice barely audible over the crackling of the distant bonfire. you paused, waiting for a response, but he didn't seem to react, his eyes still closed as if savoring the moment. you tried again, a little louder this time, "what is your name?" you pointed at his chest.

he peeped through his eyelids, a sliver of vermilion meeting yours with a flicker of confusion. "nafnið mitt?" he asked, the foreign words rolling off his tongue. he tilted his head, as though trying to piece together what you were asking.

you frowned, gesturing to yourself. "i'm…" you said your name slowly, pointing at your chest, then gestured to him, raising your brows expectantly.

he blinked, mildly confused, before a smirk tugged at his lips. "Katsuki," he said, his voice low and rough. he tapped his chest, meeting your eyes again. "Kat-su-ki," he repeated, in the same manner you pronounced yours, ensuring you understood.

"Ka-tsu-ki…" you tested the name on your tongue, the unfamiliar syllables feeling oddly satisfying. his smirk widened slightly, pleased that you had caught on.

you nodded, offering a small smile in return, then gestured to yourself again. "my name is…" you repeated your name slowly once more, hoping to bridge the language barrier. his brows furrowed, lips moving as he attempted to mimic the unfamiliar sounds. his effort was clumsy but endearing, and you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you.

his frown deepened at your amusement. he murmured your name under his breath a few more times, his pronunciation improving with each attempt, until he finally said it with enough accuracy to make you grin.

"that's right!" you cheered softly, nodding in approval.

he held your gaze for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before his hand came up to gently brush against your cheek. his touch was surprisingly tender, his calloused fingers rough against your skin, but warm.

"sofa," he murmured again, his tone softer this time. he gestured toward the furs, his crimson eyes watching you closely.

you hesitated, unsure if he was commanding you or simply suggesting something. this is it. you thought, heart racing, as you slowly nodded, giving him a glance over your shoulder, before crawling onto the makeshift bed.

he stood for a moment, watching as you adjusted yourself among the furs, before he joined, sinking beside your head with his weight on his palms, caging you in under him. his hair fell beautifully over his narrow, glowing eyes, his nose brushing against yours as he lowered to your quivering lips, sucking them between his, tugging at your plump bottom lip with his teeth.

footsteps thumping right outside your tent made your heart race, thinking someone was coming, but he didn't stop, nor did he care, he hiked up the thin fabric of your dress, his large hand caressing your upper thigh as he shed the leather covering his— good god... you look down and your eyes widened. he smirked and hooked the strap of your dress with a finger to pull it down, and expose your heaving chest.

"Katsuki!" the blonde woman from earlier yelled, barging into the tent, "Tak hendur þínar af henni, þú þarft at vera við ráðsafn. núna!"

"För Guðs sakar, kona!" he yelled back, moving himself off you to sit. he looked up at her worried frown... "Ek kem..." you had no idea what was happening... eyes darting between them as their words flowed out of their mouth and their hands moved in frustration as they spoke.

katsuki looked back at you, a worried expression overtaking the lustful one he had mere seconds ago. he kneeled down kissed you, then threw on his cloak and left. the woman rested a comforting hand on your shoulder, gently smiling before she too headed out, leaving you alone, following behind your husband.

»»————> 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘; <————««

❈ "Nú ger hana konu þína." - now make her your wife

❈ "hvat í helvíti, kona!?" - what in the hell woman!?

❈ "þar" - there

❈ "nafnið mitt?" - my name?

❈ "leggjask" lie down

❈ "sofa" - sleep

❈ "Katsuki! Tak hendur þínar af henni, þú þarft at vera við ráðsafn. núna!"- katsuki! take your hands off her, you need to be at the council gathering. now!

❈ "För Guðs sakar, kona!" - for gods sake, woman!

❈ "Ek kem..." - I'm coming...

hope u enjoyed and look forward to more! don't forget to comment to be added to the taglist! mwah~♡

mlist!

[wonryllis]

dear future husband (m) | lee heeseung.

i can't say i do without you.

PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

OR WHERE, bimbo heeseung has no idea what the fuck to do with his feelings for you who are oblivious as fuck and your brothers who are overprotective as fuck.

MEET THE CAST. insanely love struck lee heeseung with his spoiled rich girl!reader ft. yeonjun, soobin, the rest of txt and the rest of enhypen. NSFW VERSION: BRAT TAMER heeseung with his BRAT girl.

GENRE & WARNING(S). social media!au + written chapters, SMUT MDNI!!! in the form of written chapters later on in the series, fluff, humor & crack, minimal angst, lots and i mean lots and lots of swearing and dirty jokes and everything nsfw. college!au, nonidol!au, neighbors to lovers!au, childhood friends to lovers!au. heavy on sister complex! rest other warnings will be stated in respective chapters.

UPDATE SCHEDULE. discontinued.

ׅ ꢾ꣒ profiles, character introductions & the groupchats. ( PLAYLIST ) theme song, code blue!

YEONIE NOTES. incase someone wonders if this is incest, no it’s not, they are not related by blood. sister complex. a state of strong attachment and obsession to sisters, always having them as their first priority. FIC ASKS: ask about the characters!

EPISODES rolling ..

000. prologue: the backstory.

001. arranged date gone wrong

002. it's a shame yn wants you

003. all good when all delusional

004. can you afford her a McLaren? TWT + WRITTEN ( 2.4k )

005. heeseung finally— [REDACTED]!

006. you went as my arm candy

DISCONTINUED!

i think its obvious enough why, the lack of response and enthusiasm from readers has made lose all motivation to continue this any further. i was so excited to revamp it but it seems it isn't the case for the other side. feedbacks are what keep most if not all writers going and absence of it for this one has just rid me of all interest i had to share it with you all. thank you to those who read it, and i apologize those who were looking forward to read it. this is it. over and done, with this kind of support i'm never doing a series on here again.

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

a tiger's dominion [1] • k.s.y.

“Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch.” 

Pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader

Genres: porn with PLOT (minors dni!), camstars!au, university!au, best friends/idiots!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, a sprinkle of angst

Warnings: cam shows and camera sex obv, swearing, prolly fake myths about sex and stuff idk ignore it for plot pls fdksj, sort of mutual masturbation (m&f), reader wears hoshi's clothes, hoshi regards his viewers as females, pet names like kittens, pussycats, etc., degradation, hypothetical shower sex, mentions of breeding, b00bs <333, WAP lmao, sex toys (vibrator/dildo), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, me thinking I'm sooo funny and uhh as always lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 8.5k

A/N: I can't believe this is going to be my hoshi fic debut but that's what it is! Special thanks to marvelous @huiranghaes for reaching out and asking me to join the svthub collab and the lovely mushroom for letting me write in her place (this is for her honestly 🥺), please check out the other incredible works on the masterlists! Also special thanks to my darling bestie wife @onlymingyus for helping w/ the planning details, confidence boosting, and so much more! P.S. there are some fun cameos and crossovers scattered throughout, do lmk if you want in on one in future parts :D

➯ a tiger's dominion ◇ [teaser] ◇ [part 2]

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"Horang-HEY kittens," the man purrs — yes, purrs — voice low and gravelly. It's not a surprise, considering his dick is already out for all to see as he slowly begins jerking himself off. "How're my pretty lil pussycats doing this fine evening? Desperate for me already? Don't be shy 'cause I'm already leaking for you."

You inhale sharply through your nose as comments flash rapidly across the screen. You can practically hear the pings of monetary value that just have to be pouring through even though you're on the other side of the camera. Reminding yourself that this is a recording, you wiggle the mouse and skip ahead.

"Whoa, wait! What are you doing?" A voice screeches in a different register but it's similar enough tone to the one echoing from your speakers.

With a frown, you look down at the hand that shot out to grab your own. It seems inconceivable to think that the tiny fingers over yours are the same ones wrapped around the red, hard cock dripping with pre-cum in the video. Perhaps that's why it looks so... big. It's the only explanation you'll accept.

You regret glancing once more at your laptop's paused screen because the smirk displayed right before it cuts off at the top now plays on the lips of the man sitting next to you.

"You're gonna miss all the good stuff!"

"I'm not missing anything, Soonyoung. You cam and you're a dude. I'm sure there's nothing new here that I haven't seen before."

The silver-haired man gasps, scandalized. "You think I'm unoriginal. Me. 0riginalTiger69? The one and only Hoshi? Hah! What would you know? You said you don't even watch porn."

"I don't. Why would I need to use anything to get off when I can simply turn on the camera and have everyone watch me instead?"

"So you're only horny when you cam? You never, like, do it alone? Watch some things here and there."

"These days? Not really, don't need to."

Soonyoung shakes his head. "Wow..."

"I'm not insatiable, goofball. Sure I watched livestreams when I first started for some inspo but now... well, you'll find out your stamina can only peak for so long."

"I have incredible stamina, thank you very much. My kittens love it. Salivate over it. Something you'd know if you watch any of my videos."

"Which I'm not going to," you sigh, "and you did not just say kittens with a straight face. I'll find it super amusing if you're still able to go at the same pace you are now some time down the road."

"They're my lovely kittens and don't worry, I'll be sure to keep you updated." His eyes narrow. "You know, you're awfully calm about finding out how your best friend is a camboy."

"Compared to you, yes." Referring to his call at three in the morning, shrieking in your ear that he finally connected all the dots. "You'd be surprised how many familiar faces are scattered throughout the community."

"How many do you know? Have you watched their shows?"

You throw your hands up in the air. "Omigod, how many times do I have to say, I don't watch porn! I make it!"

"Okay, okay." Technically, Soonyoung should know better than to rile you up with long nails waving dangerously close to his face. But he still presses on. "All I'm saying is that you're insanely chill about all of this."

"Bestie, we've been at this since you knocked on my door at ass 'o clock."

"It was only ten!"

"You know I don't wake up before noon!" You take a deep breath. "What's even the point of all of this?"

Soonyoung's brown eyes dart across your room. Taking in the expensive tripod and lighting setup at the desk to the strange, almost clinical, neatness of the rest of your bedroom. How easily he believed when you said it was an investment to perfect your scholarly presentations. Silly. Now it all made sense. He waves his phone with your Svthub profile on display.

"Do a collab with me."

"Huh? … What? Nah. No way. Nuh-uh."

"Just hear me out," he leans in close causing you to scoot your chair back. "My kittens have been begging me to collab with a certain Tigress."

"Ew, don't say it like that."

Hearing it out loud certainly has a much higher cringe value than seeing it typed by faceless viewers or saying it in the privacy of your own room. Alone and too turned on, well-immersed in your role. It's even worse when it comes out of your best friend's mouth. 

"Sorry, should I say Miss TigerLily_61596 instead? Hm. Isn't that my birthday?"

"Oh, it is!" You pray and hope he doesn't notice you lying through your teeth. "The computer somehow generated it, how funny is that?"

Soonyoung pouts. "You use that for all your passcodes." To prove his point, he picks up your phone lying between the two of you and unlocks it easily with the pin of 61596 as expected. "See? Knew it. Hao says that isn't a good cybersecurity measure, you really should be more careful. Remember his lecture? Always use protection!"

You snatch it back. "Leave me alone. It's not like everyone knows your birthday!"

"I'm announcing it on my next stream."

"Do it, you won't."

"I will!"

"Wait, don't. That's a serious security concern, you idiot. Everyone just wants to see you jerk off anyways, nobody wants that personal stuff unless they're creeps. Which you do not want."

"I don't," he acknowledges, "you've been doing this for a while, right?"

"Yeah. Two and a half years soon."

"Wow. Perfect! You should do something big as a celebration. Like collaborating with me."

"Why are you so hellbent on this?"

"Look. Everyone tells me we'd look great together — which is true — but I had no idea how to work up the nerve to send a DM to Miss TigerLily_61596 and propose such an idea. Until! I find out my bestie is the famed Tigress herself! Plus… I have a few experiences here and there."

"So you're using me," you cock your head, "and I don't do collabs. It only attracts potential weirdos into wanting to reach out and I've finally curated a steady, safe viewer base that I'm not looking to change. And what's this about experiences?"

"I'm not using you!" Soonyoung chews on his lip. "And that's another story for another time. It was only an idea, really… I get it. It's not like you wanna fuck me either."

"I don't," you affirm. "Besides, you're going to have to talk to Yuna about the whole camboy schtick, and then you want to try and explain that you had sex with someone who just happens to be me, your bestie? That's not gonna fly so don't drag me into it."

"Probably not a good first date discussion but," he laughs, "I'm sure I'll figure it out. She doesn't seem too judgy. After all, she agreed to go out with me next week."

"Congratulations!" You pat him on the shoulder and stand up, needing to take a step back from his proximity. The sudden suffocation of being wrapped up in his presence can be a little too much. "Forget all these camming shenanigans and just focus on her. This is your chance. You've had a crush on her for months now, can't afford to mess it up."

"Yeah, well." He scratches the back of his neck. "I think I'll still keep camming. Svthub's payoff is great and well… I'm afraid I'll wear her out too much if not."

"Huh? Are you… talking about… sex?"

"Duh. I wasn't lying earlier, I have a mad stamina game."

You pinch your nose when he smirks. "I don't think that's what she'll complain about."

"You don't get it. It's why all the other ones broke up with me."

"That is so not true," you argue. "Chaewon said you talked in your sleep too much, Seoyoon complained that your ego was inflated to max capacity, and Eunhye was tired of you bringing up tigers to get out of every serious conversation! And don't even get me started on what your roommate complains about."

Soonyoung sulks. "Gee, they really confided in you. Okay, sure —  maybe that's all true but I also get told off for having too high of a sex drive."

"Sounds like a 'you' issue but maybe that'll be humbled in a couple months or so. Not my problem."

"Well, maybe you can help me resolve it… if we did a collab!" He chuckles in mischievous glee when you throw a ball of socks at his head. "Just kidding, unless?"

"Get out, you heathen!" You shriek. "Get out before I throw my hair dryer at your head next!" His laughter fades out as he escapes into the hallway. "The world will have to tip over and break off its axis before I fuck you, Soonyoung!"

Apparently, the world did decide to fall apart on you specifically, the universe playing a losing game of monopoly with your life, and whatever godly figures cruelly laughing in your face. Giving you a major middle finger and mocking you relentlessly. You watch the raindrops trickle down the window of the passenger side, similar to your tears that threaten to break loose at any time.

Soonyoung periodically glances at you as he drives, worry wrinkling his brow. "You doing okay?"

"Do you think I'm okay?" You hiss out although he doesn't flinch, knowing you're not pissed at him, per se. "I'm soaking wet, I have no car now, and I could barely pay the towing fee because I just submitted my final tuition and the rest of my stupid bills! This fucking sucks."

"I could lend you some mon — "

"I don't want anyone's money. I was doing perfectly fine until this utter and complete bullshit of a disaster."

It's silly because even though you're seething in well-deserved anger, Soonyoung can never understand how you manage to look so radiant. You're acting like a bedraggled cat about to claw someone's eyes out and yet you wear the fierceness so well. It has always suited you. Though he feels bad about the shitty situation you're now in, he can't help but crack a small smile.

"Okay, don't threaten me right now because I'm driving — which I'm more than happy to do for you any time, anywhere — but you'll also die if you attack me. So… about that collab?"

"Kwon Soonyoung." It's true. He's lucky he wasn't behind the steering wheel of a transportation vehicle or you would've thrown something at him with the rage circulating in your entire cell system. "I swear to the high heavens — "

"Just hear me out. I did the math — "

"Oh no."

He sighs your name. "I thought about the math and there's a good chance we'll make at least more than double what we would by ourselves. You know how Svthub caps us out with how many solo streams we do per month. But. If you did a few in addition to our collab, you could easily make up for what you had to spend today."

He wasn't wrong. While it was nice that Svthub had policies in place to prevent its camming community from making an unfair and absurd amount of money, it was already halfway through the month. You had successfully hit the average amount you usually do to comfortably cover the routine bills and expenditures. But even if you were lucky to max out, it would not be enough to pay for the unprecedented car repairs — or even worse, another vehicle. And though Soonyoung and your friends were more than happy to drive you around, you still wanted to give them gas money or offer to buy lunch despite their protests. 

You're quiet in deep contemplation the rest of the short drive and Soonyoung's surprisingly patient. You frown when you realize he's parked outside of his new apartment complex. 

"What're we doing here?" 

He shrugs. "It's closer and I'm worried you're gonna get sick if you don't change into something dry soon. You can even stay the night. Besides, Hoon's either locked inside his studio or not home at all. You know how he's been disappearing lately." 

"Maybe he found a significant other." 

"Jihoon? Lee Jihoon? We talking about the same dude that runs away from human interaction like it's the plague?" He pauses in thought. "But he basically just lets me live here by myself so maybe you're right… " 

"It's possible if he found 'the one.'" You make air quotes and then sigh as you eye your best friend's much nicer building through the sheets of rain. "Maybe I should move back to the dorms." 

"Please don't. I swear Chan was experiencing a second-hand high when he came to practice last night. Certainly smelled like it." 

"Just 'cause he was a little uncoordinated doesn't mean he was high. Heard he went out drinking beforehand anyways." 

"Guess I should be pushing them harder," he mutters and you can't help but shudder at his darker tone. 

"Chill out, Mr. Captain. You'll make them cry again." 

Soonyoung was a loud, irritating but loveable goofball day-to-day. Yet when it came to his team, he was a different beast. Firm, strict, and often harsh enough that a few of his younger members have come whining to you. As if you could do anything. It's sometimes hard to picture him as anything else but squishy and sweet, especially when he takes off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders. 

You don't dare to let your mind wander about what he's like during sex. 

"I haven't made anyone cry. Yet." 

"That's because the last thing they want to do is come crying to you. Especially when you were the cause of their tears." You tug at the lapels of the jacket around your body. "Thank you but I didn't need this, I'm dripping wet."

"That's what she said!"

And just like that, he's got you rolling your eyes with his toothy grin and boyish laughter that's muffled once you get out and slam the car door shut. He calls your name to no avail and surrenders to chasing after you. Finally catching up to your fast-set pace because you're stuck waiting for the elevator, Soonyoung nudges your side teasingly. Despite the initial complaint, his jacket is pulled tight over your damp clothes that easily catch the intense breeze of the lobby's air conditioning.

"Can't say I'm not funny."

"It's called 'acting like a child'. I didn't want to ruin the inner side of your nice jacket."

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I'm just trying to help my bestie out. You were shivering and I don't want any perverts eyeing my girl's assets."

You scoff. "Worry more about your own assets, like, don't look now but the receptionist is so checking you out."

An idiot never changes their ways because Soonyoung does look. 

Shooting a lazy smirk that has the poor woman nearly fainting on the spot at the sight. You don't blame her. At least it's easy to ogle him when he's turned away, white t-shirt that's now soaked easily sticks to his well-defined upper body. A delicate silver chain lays against his collarbones while droplets anyone would die to catch with their tongue slide from his jawline down to his neck. You lick your lips the same time he does before he's running a hand through his silver bangs and sending a wink her way. 

So, you punch him. In the abdomen. Lightly. 

Even though he yelps in pain, you're sure your knuckles hurt more from his stupidly ripped abs. You shake out your wrist as you enter the elevator with Soonyoung two steps behind.

"I told you not to look." 

"Telling me to not do something only tempts me to do it even more." 

"Noted. And in that empty brain of yours, don't forget that you have a date," you remind him. Maybe it's a reminder to yourself as well. "Speaking of which, enlighten me how you think this collaboration is by any means a good idea." 

"It'll give you the money you need." 

"I'm not some charity case, Soon. You don't have to do this for me." 

"You're not a charity case, you're my best friend. I'd do anything for you." He takes your hand in his and squeezes it.

Fighting down the butterflies, you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're too good to me."

"Remember that next time you make fun of me." He chuckles when you flinch at his gentle forehead flick as the elevator dings upon the arrival to the designated floor. "Let's sort out the details after we get some dry clothes on, yeah?"

Soonyoung strolls into the shared apartment with you not far behind. He peels off his shirt, flinging it right past your head into the awaiting laundry basket behind you.

"What do you think you're doing? That almost hit me in the face!"

He shrugs. "Jihoon's not home so feel free to get comfortable." The words are barely out of his mouth when you shrug off his jacket and toss it to join his discarded shirt. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"You said to get comfy. Please, I'm not even naked — which you act like you haven't seen before."

"Huh?"

You cross your arms, refusing to let your gaze drop lower than his pretty eyes. "Did you forget? Communal shower incident? Speaking of which, would you mind if I got a quick shower first? I feel crummy as hell after getting rained on twice."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure." 

Soonyoung's voice thickens as he visibly gulps at the sight of your clothes that cling to your curves like a second skin. You miss his glazed-over eyes and pupils blown wide as you fuss with taking off your blouse, the thin camisole underneath leaving nothing to the imagination.

"I'll… I'll be right back," he stutters out and backs away slowly, gears barely turning in his brain. "Um. I'll... go and... get you some... uh, clothes. Yeah. Clothes. To change into."

"Thanks!" 

You remain oblivious to his actions because Soonyoung occasionally reacts weirdly when he's reminded that you are a female friend rather than just one of the boys that he hangs out with. It's a particular scratch on his brain and a tightness in his pants but not necessarily in a bad way. You both check each other out. But he's never, ever once acted on it since you've met him until this new suggestion of a collaboration — one that involves sex, no less.

To say you're not thrown off would be a lie. You mull it over as the comforting, hot water washes away the grime, stress, and bad feelings of the day. Technically, it's not necessarily a bad idea. Unfortunately, capitalism runs the world and you need the money. The act of sex with Soonyoung doesn't worry you as much as what will happen afterward.

Stupid feelings.

Yet as you step out of the shower enveloped in the familiar scent of your best friend's shampoo, all you can do is beam like the whipped person you are upon seeing the neatly folded pile of clothes he left on the bathroom sink counter. A loose t-shirt and fuzzy hoodie accompanied by a black pair of boxers. You sigh in comfort at feeling much more refreshed in dry clothes and open the door. 

"Could've just given me some gym shorts, kinda intimate of you to share your underwear with me."

Soonyoung looks up, hiding a fond smile at the sight of you in his clothes behind the can of cheap beer he's sipping on. "Trust me when I say those are cleaner than any of my shorts right now."

"Ew. Please don't elaborate on that. What about those tiger-striped ones I bought for your birthday? Don't tell me you actually wear those," you tease as you plop down on the couch next to him. Only to choke when he pulls the waistband of his gray sweatpants down enough for you to see the telltale sign of indeed, tiger print fabric.

"Wear 'em every stream, baby. I'm telling you, they love it."

"You've got to be joking," you mutter and shake your head, "are we ready to finally talk about this ordeal?"

"I was born ready. So, what're you thinking?"

Your eyebrows wrinkle. "I thought you had this big, brilliant plan."

"Not really. Like, I don't know what you'd feel okay doing with me so I thought you could at least throw some stuff on the table first."

"Oh. Um. I don't know. Maybe something like... mutual m-masturbation?"

"Hm, kind of boring. I mean, isn't that what we technically already do? What's going to make this different?"

"Well... there would be two people on-camera... I... I don't know!" You throw your hands up. "Do you have something better in mind?"

"Actually, yeah. You need the money fast but rushing into this might not be the best idea. We have to learn more about each other. Sexually." Even though you're wrinkling your nose, he keeps talking. "Preferences, kinks, likes, dislikes. You've never really watched me before so why don't you tune into my livestream? I'll give you all the money I make tonight if you do."

"Tonight?" you repeat with a squeak, mouth suddenly dry. "Like, tonight tonight?"

"Got my lucky tiger stripes on for a reason, baby. Ain't no time like the present."

"Oh my god. I... I... "

"Relax," Soonyoung laughs, "you'll enjoy it."

"I... I don't think I will."

"You're totally overthinking it. I can see your brain thrashing in a meltdown state right now."

"This is all very weird, can you blame me?"

"Nah but," he wiggles his eyebrows. "I'll make it worth your while. Just think about all the money I'll pull."

"Right. That definitely sounds sexier."

"Hey!"

"You better make bank tonight, tiger boy. Hard to believe there would be that many people enamored with whatever furry act you've got going on."

"That sounds rich coming from you."

You gasp. "... Have you been watching my streams?" He doesn't answer, simply blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. "How long, Kwon Soonyoung?"

"... Only since my viewers suggested it. I didn't even know it was you though!"

"Ohhhhh my god, no wonder you... Lord. Unlike you, I'm not a furry. They call me Tigress for the aesthetics. Obviously, I'm not going to use my real name."

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. Say, do you really have a tiger lily tatt on your inner thigh?"

"Guess you'll have to figure it out yourself," you jeer, "since you seem to know so much about me."

"Is that a challenge?"

You stick your tongue out, swatting away his hand that sneaks toward your lower body. Soonyoung's never backed down from a provocation but you weren't going to let him win or have the upper hand he seemed to be controlling right now. "No, it is not."

"I can wait." He acquiesces and leans back, now with a smug smile. "I'll have you naked for me soon, anyways."

"If you're lucky," you fire back, "you're going to have to impress me first."

"Trust me, bestie. When haven't I? I'll be sure to have your jaw dropping for me in more ways than one."

You're in your best friend's room on your back and lying on his bed. The only source of light is radiating from the phone in your hands as it loads Svthub's website. Weighing your options, you log out and search for 0riginalTiger69, chewing your bottom lip at the sight of the blinking red dot next to his profile.

What harm could this do?

Probably an irreparable amount of damage.

Your finger hovers over the screen, anxiety filling your gut. It was now or never. With a deep breath, you squeeze your eyes shut and tap the play button. It's silent through your earbuds for a good five minutes and your eyes fly back open thinking you clicked the wrong icon. Ironically, you breathe out a sigh at the sight of Soonyoung in a plain t-shirt paired with his infamous boxers while a "Welcome AnonymousUser75923!" banner scrolls along the top of the screen.

Suspicions confirmed, you make a mental note to tell him that he could turn off that function if he wanted. That is — if you could even look him in the eye after this.

You can't see his face but unfortunately, you do know what it looks like. Cursing yourself for imagining his furrowed eyebrows that match the pout on his lips as he reads the comments popping along the bottom of the screen.

"Horang-HEY to all the lovely kittens joining me this fine evening. Hello CherryScouper_95, why do I still have my clothes on? Ah, that's to keep the suspense! I'm still waiting for a few more to hop on." He leans in closer to the camera, the red welt on his neck catching everyone's attention. "Haha, this? No, it's not a hickey, Jejusb00s but you're free to give me one if you'd like. I just happen to have a mean friend who finger-flicked me for no reason. Now that I think about it..." 

Soonyoung mutters something to himself and pulls out his phone. You jump when yours buzzes.

Soonyoung laughs. "No, 4ngelic_m3nace, I said flicked not fucked. You know I'm not really into that."

You're practically gnawing off your lip at this point, cheeks heating up if you're reading into what he really means correctly. It's actually impressive how he seamlessly texts you and interacts with his viewers. Now you're curious how many times he's replied to people's regular messages during a stream. 

More times than you can guess. 

"Do my precious lil pussycats have any suggestions for tonight? I wanna spice things up and get those nice tips coming in. Go on and talk to me. All your dirtiest fantasies and wettest dreams."

woolove: i wanna be yours and you be mine so we can fuck for days nonstop 🤩

h0rny49yu: lemme lick the sweat off of ur abs 👅👅👅👅

"Woolove, kitten, you know I don't belong to anyone but I'll take you up on that second part. We can go for weeks even." He reads the next comment aloud with a smirk. "My abs, hm?" 

A rapid flurry of comments and monetary pings commence when he teases a scrumptious view of the taut muscles underneath his shirt with one hand, still clutching his caseless phone in the other. The glow of Jihoon's neon light signs contributes to the enticing visual your best friend manages to pull off.

You had been extremely shocked when Soonyoung admitted to using the sacred studio of this generation's genius music producer to stream. At first, you figured that he was just doing it to be polite because he had discouraged you (rather strongly) from going into his roommate's bedroom tonight — a space you often slept in with how often Jihoon was out. But it was in fact the truth, judging by a quick glance of the thumbnails for his other videos on Svthub.

s0turned0n: show us the goods! 💃🏻💃🏻 get naked! 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻  release the 🍆🍌🥒🍑🎆🧨🎇

AnonymousUser69034: you? on your back. me? on top. hotel? Trivago 💅🏼 

hoshis_d1ck: 1 hour in a room alone n i'll blow ur mind and ur dick 😳👉🏼👈🏼

"Ah, we're getting somewhere. My loyal kitties know I reward well. When they listen to me." Soonyoung cups his chin as if in deep thought. "You're all acting so cute even though I've told you before how dangerous it is 'cause there's no off switch on a tiger… that is, if you can catch me first."

woolove: buying a tiger-size collar and leash rn 💋

"Aw woolove, tip me enough and I'll consider getting it myself. Maybe."

t1ge3r_rat: cage the (derogatory) tiger !!! 

He tries to hide his snort, easily identifying your new screen name, and tosses his phone on the desk in front of him. "Caging? Now that's new. How about something a lil more romantic though? I like playing gentle with my pussycats."

t1ge3r_rat: weak 

Another rush of comments flies past. Littered with cheesy requests, fluffy ideas, and the usual questionable plea. But one, in particular, catches your eye. Not that it's hard to miss.

cumdaywh0ring: 💦💦💦💦💦 SHOWER SEX!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOWER SEX!!!!!!!! 💦💦💦💦💦

Your mind traitorously drifts back to earlier. The momentary sinful imagination of Soonyoung pausing when he placed the clean pile of clothes down on the bathroom sink. A timid glance towards the shower where he hears you humming only to freeze, lips parting at the silhouette of your alluring figure through the curtain.

Shit.

t1ge3r_rat: i second the shower sex 😗✌🏻

"Shower sex, eh?" Of course, the bastard immediately sees your agreement and picks it out of all the others. He grunts, a hand sliding back down past his covered abs to grope at the girth hidden within his tiger-striped boxers. "My kittens do have to be nice and wet for me. All needy and clinging onto my shoulders. Pressed up hard against the shower wall so we don't slip 'n fall."

t1ge3r_rat: safety first!!

dickarawrous420: hot 🚿

CherryScouper_95: even hotter if u took ur clothes off ~ 

8starfucks: we should all be naked right???

"Ah, ah, ah. With my kittens so desperate, I have no choice but to enter the shower with my clothes on. But that's okay because," Soonyoung smirks as he easily pulls his cock out, "I can just do this."

You gulp. It's even more mouth-watering than the quick image burnt in your brain from last week. He spits in his hand and starts with slow, steady strokes. A hiss escapes his mouth when his thumb rubs along the tip that's beginning to leak with pre-cum.

"You'd look so pretty for me, baby. That sorry excuse of a shirt clinging to your perfect tits, nipples poking through 'cause you're not wearing a bra underneath. Naughty," he pretends to scold but it's hardly believable with how far gone he suddenly is in this fantasy. Thick cock already hard. Dancer hips thrusting up to match the rhythm of his hand. 

"Run a finger down where I know you're even wetter. But for a different reason. Hot pussy pressed against my thigh. Shit, you're prolly clenching, poor lil hole so desperate for my cock. Find out you're not wearing panties either. Shockers."

A whimper unwittingly leaves your mouth. You blame it on whatever pheromones he emitted in his room. The overwhelming scent of everything that is Soonyoung. You're drowning in it with no hope for recovery. The alignment of the planets and stars will face your wrath. Hell, even the man himself. It's part of the job but it feels like he's talking directly to you. About you. 

He has to know you have no bra or panties on. He's the one who provided his clothes as a substitute. 

Your back is damp with sweat and you can feel the heat of arousal pooling in your core. You force your entire body to stay rigidly still. Fuck. He's better at this than you thought.

"Shit," Soonyoung growls. His head is thrown back and you can't help but admire the vein running down it. "Rip off those tiny ass shorts and slide right into your sopping pussy. So fucking tight and wet wrapped around me. God, you'd take me in so deep wouldn't you? Stuff you nice and full, baby — just like you like it."

"Shit," you echo as the viewers rush to answer him with the yeses you're dying to admit. You feel lightheaded. "Goddamnit." 

Would it be indecent to touch yourself? Right here in his bedroom? With only one wall separating you? You don't even dare to cross your legs. Trembling hands struggle to keep your phone stable because the low moans Soonyoung is making directly in your ear shoot straight down to your cunt and render your entire body shaky.

woolove: shirt offfffff

woolove: plssss

woolove: wanna touch u directly all over n mark u up

"That so, woolove?" He delays his approaching release by checking the comments. "Don't worry, kitten. I'm sure those lovely claws of yours will do their job properly no matter what I'm wearing. Just be careful when you're putting them inside that empty pussy of yours wishing it was me. Don't want you to get hurt."

NewUser89021: no promises daddy

"Yes, I'm your father," Soonyoung chuckles darkly before it suddenly changes into a light-hearted cackle. He shifts a bit lower, the upper part of his face still hidden. Legs spread wide, granting an even better view of his cock that flops against his covered abdomen. "Kidding, welcome new kittens — just call me Hoshi. I like the sound of you moaning that better."

hoshis_d1ck: hoshi dick supremacy ftwww

t1ge3r_rat: what the actual fuck??

cumdaywh0ring: r we nutting anytime soon?????? i've got plans at 8

He clicks his tongue and resumes light, teasing touches along his length. "Impatient, aren't we? I hope you're touching yourselves at home or I'll have to punish you by dragging this out. So go on, pretty pussycats. Make your tiger cum."

Oh no.

You flip on your side, fearing the sweat and dampness you're sure is now coating your friend's boxers might accidentally leave traces on his comforter. Dread fills your gut when Soonyoung reaches for his phone again, despite the influx of viewers begging for him to breed them. Whether his intentions are to add to the suspense or bother you again, you rush to add a plea to the mix.

t1ge3r_rat: pls pls cum for us

No one except Soonyoung knows what causes the satisfied smirk on his face for him to lean back again but they can definitely see it as he quickens his pace, filthy words spilling out of his lips.

"Gonna let me cum in that dirty hole of yours, baby? Take you right out of the shower and throw you on the bed, fill you up so you walk around feeling me drip out of your pussy for days. Just for you to come and beg for more like the good cumslut you are." 

dickarawrous420: hot

woolove: omgkfjdks i'm so close fjddfj pls fill me up

s0turned0n: 🔥🔥🔥🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇💥💥💥

Fickle fingers toy with your waistband. What if… just what if… one little…

"I'd give it to you, baby. Hell, I'd do anything you wanted. You'd like that, huh? Being treated like you deserve. And I would… shit… you'd be so perfect for me. Made for just for me… fuck!" 

Your hand snaps away from your lower body at Soonyoung's sudden increase in expletives as he finally loses control. You can only watch in awe as white spurts of his release spill out over his cute, tiny hands that continue jerking himself through the orgasm. 

"Hah," he gasps out his legendary tagline, "horanghae, baby."

h0rny49yu: ur so sexci omfg

8starfucks: delicious

wh0ranghae: i think i came the hardest in my life ever

NewUser22234: so hot i think i'm in love

Jejusb00s: i put the sub in subscribed

"I think… that's the hardest I've ever cum too," Soonyoung admits almost bashfully. "Don't fall in love with me kittens, this is one tiger that's impossible to tame."

woolove: wounds me every time 😭😭😭😭

"Sorry, you know how this goes. But, all of you have been so well-behaved for me, it's only fair I reward as promised." 

He giggles and in one smooth motion finally pulls the t-shirt off, displaying honey-colored skin that's dewy from exertion. Using it to clean himself up, it's quickly discarded, thrown off to the side. You gulp at the display of his lean pecs rising up and down from his harsh pants and the two veins trailing from his abs, down his pelvis, and surely up and around…

Soonyoung smirks back at the camera, grasping at his cock again. "Ready for a couple more bonus rounds then, kittens?"

This was all a goddamn mistake.

You're cursing your best friend under your breath, having been muttering dark nonsense for the past day and a half. 

Technically, it's also your fault for getting stupid feelings but you deny all cases of accountability. Fuzzy feelings aside, you hold zero responsibility for Soonyoung having a nice lower package too. 

Fuck. Your hands are shaking again. You set down the tube of lipstick and take a deep breath, giving the reflection in the mirror a firm, reprimanding look to not be so dick-drunk just as your phone rings.

Speak of the devil.

You have no other choice but to accept his video call because it's D-day. Although your hands are occupied at the moment, so he'll have to accept looking at the constellations lit across your ceiling instead.

"Hi! Huh? Hello? Are you there?"

"Hi, Soonyoung. I'm getting ready."

"Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be, this isn't my first show," you say more to yourself than to him.

"Your star projector's on."

"And? I always put it on before I start. It calms me down."

"That's cute." 

You freeze at his words and then shake your head, clipping your earrings in place. It wasn't like he was calling you cute. You hate that all the effort you've put into shielding your feelings is easily cracked apart after seeing his dick. Pathetic.

"By the way, you did get the transfer right?"

"Yeah, I already told you."

"I know but I just wanted to check. With a sum that large, who knows where it might go… you haven't talked to me since."

"I answered all your texts."

"Yeah, but what if someone hacked your phone? Like even now, I could be talking to an evil person imitating your voice."

You sigh, lifting up the phone to show him your face. He smiles brightly and snickers at your frown. "See? It's me."

"I suppose so. Unless you're an imposter Hoon hired."

After trying and failing to sleep, you walked out to see Soonyoung's roommate sipping on his cup of black coffee at some gremlin-only hour. It was unusual for him to return at this time just as it was rare for you to be up. But with Soonyoung snoring away in Jihoon's room, all you could do was apologize. 

He brushed it off, saying there was no need, and instead, inquired why you were awake. You confessed to wanting to go home but your car broke down. He happened to be headed back out for reasons you didn't pry and offered a ride. One you gladly accepted — with the promise to meet for lunch sometime with his new girlfriend — all of which was much to Soonyoung's chagrin.

It's true that you hadn't talked to your bestie directly but you had given brief responses to his incessant messaging. It was easy to blame your aloofness on being busy. Which you were — catching up on assignments, sleeping, and preparing for your next stream. 

"Jihoon brought me back safely of course and you didn't have to give me all of that," you whisper, voice small. "It's too much."

"I told you I would and that was probably my best show ever." He wiggles in excitement although you don't see it because you placed your phone back down. "I'm looking forward to what we'll make together. And I'm looking even more forward to tonight."

"Oh, shut up," you complain, embarrassed, "apparently you've already watched me before."

"Yeah but this is different. 'Cause now you know I'll be watching."

And that was the worst part.

You didn't mention that maybe — just maybe — you binged almost all of his videos uploaded to Svthub. Perhaps to simply fight the incessant heat that hasn't stopped boiling in your core since that night. Possibly another big mistake on your end, a constant mind loop of Soonyoung's obscene whispers now playing in your head.

To salvage what's left of whatever pride you have remaining, you pick your phone up to face him. "What's in your spank bank?"

"Huh?"

"Y'know, like… what gets you going, what you picture in your head? Oh — what're you listening to? I noticed you sometimes wear earbuds."

He tilts his head. "Have you been… watching my videos? You're asking… what gets my dick hard? Is that why you haven't been talking to me?"

Your finger points accusingly at the screen. "You told me to do my research."

Soonyoung laughs nervously, suddenly flustered as he combs his silver locks back with both hands. "I, uh, guess I'm honored. Well, what did you think? Any good?"

"... You didn't answer my question."

"Um, well. I don't know why you want to know but whatever. It's just some… audio porn…?"

"Cool. Send me a few links later." 

"Why?" he sputters at your nonchalant request. Shit, he should've just said music. 

"Just going off what you said about "learning each other's kinks" or whatnot."

Soonyoung chews on his bottom lip. "... Alright. Remember, you asked for it."

"I'm really trusting that you aren't going to send me some extreme furry sex, so don't break the little amount of faith I have in you because that smile's making me reconsider."

"Nah, just think this is all very cute. Seriously. I'm excited for tonight. See you on Svthub in a few?" 

You roll your eyes as you blow him a cheeky kiss and a very dignified middle finger. "See you, original tiger boy." 

TigerLily_61596 is now live! 

The recording light blinks from the webcam as you clear your throat. Viewers are already tuning in and the chime of tips being applied to your account rapidly increases even if all you're doing is sitting on your bed. It's a reminder that by no means are you an amateur to this despite the butterflies swirling in your tummy. 

"Evenin', darlings," you lean forward with your chest squeezed flatteringly between your arms, cleavage on full display. "How're you all doing?"

tigressb00bl0v3r: seeing ur boobs always makes my day a whole lot better 🙏🏻

deathbyd1cks: bbygorl ur tits look so good in that set 😏

crazy4w00: sit on my face pls 😖💦

"Thank you for the compliments." Your hands rise from your lap to play with the bra straps that cause your breasts to jiggle tantalizingly. "A special thank you to deathbyd1cks for the pretty lingerie, it does look good on me."

The best part about camming was the sexy little gifts you received. Of course, they were delivered to a PO box several cities away so it took a bit of time to get to you, but you have yet to be disappointed. Plus, they made your shows all the more delicious — especially when your viewers hungrily got to watch you take off or use something they had bought for you.

Your hands don't leave your upper body, instead drifting down to fondle your tits. Playing with your nipples through the flimsy orange and black material, you continue reading the comments.

kitkat69: getting u something sexci for your next show &lt;3

sugacub3s: would treat u so good if u rode my thigh bby

"I look forward to it, darling kitkat69! But please, save your money if you need it. Don't spend it on me… especially if I'm being bad." Your appreciative smile turns into a smirk. "Crazy4w00 and sugacub3s, I appreciate your offers but I really need something inside me. Big and thick." You pout. "The pillow I've been riding lately just hasn't been enough."

You can't help but admit the truth. Even your fingers reaching deep within weren't enough to scratch such an intense desire but you still needed them for what you had planned tonight. Wondering if Soonyoung had tuned in, you bite your lip at the wetness that soaks your panties at just the thought of him watching. 

You're quick to strip out of the lingerie, not that it was really hiding anything — making sure to show the camera the string of arousal that drips from your cunt to the fabric as you discard the set on the bedroom floor. A tiny tiger lily tattoo (per your username and profile) is on full display, ink prettily scrawled along your hip crease. The viewers eat it up, the sound of tips becoming one long blaring ring of appreciation.

Your pointer and middle finger spread your hole open, seductively showing how it struggles to clench around something. Anything.

"How many fingers, loves? How many do you think this needy pussy can take?"

deathbyd1cks: all of them tbh

sugacub3s: mine would fit in there so well put in 2 baby girl and pretend it's me

whore_that_roars: put in 1 that's all u deserve rn

crazy4w00: lich rally sit on my face my tongue will make u cum faster 😜

beg4u: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

beg4u: that means 2 btw

No one can see you roll your eyes although you do bite your lip. Your cheeks heat up ten times more than they already are as you ease just one finger in per who you assume can only be Soonyoung. Fuck. You let out a moan. 

"Am feeling so tight, need to loosen up." You're sure the mic can pick up the light breaths that escape your mouth as you stroke the bundle of nerves inside, thumb circling your clit. "Can I add another? Pretty please?"

sugacub3s: hell yeah

whore_that_roars: no

whore_that_roars: i don't remember giving u permission to touch that cute clit of urs

whore_that_roars: so be patient

m3rs: sexci

beg4u: 👊🏻👊🏻 who are you to run this show

deathbyd1cks: lolol

kitkat69: she's being so good tho i vote yes

whore_that_roars: fine. add 2 more 

beg4u: 🙄 yeah pls

You pause and lick your fingers to lubricate them with your saliva, a contemplative hum at the bitterness on your tongue. "Bet you all wish you could taste me, huh?"

crazy4w00: that's what i've been saying!!!! ik you taste soooo good 💧💧💧

whore_that_roars: is that a promise??

beg4u: 😒 lich rally who even is this rando

whore_that_roars: she said be nice. i'll remember you svthub user beg4u 👁️

"C'mon, don't fight." Three fingers slide into your pulsating warmth and you throw your head back in pleasure at the slight burn before grabbing the vibrator on your nightstand. "I need to cum at least once to fit this bad boy in."

deathbyd1cks: oh it's that kind of night 😏🤭

crazy4w00: 👅 tasty

kingh0ng: shit i'm late 

kingh0ng: but i didn't miss the good stuff fuck yeah

"Oh, we're just getting started, kingh0ng. So? Am I allowed to make myself cum?"

sugacub3s: hell yeahhhhh

beg4u: 💣💣💣💣 

whore_that_roars: do it baby

kingh0ng: got my dick out we're all good to go

Fingers pick up speed, porn-worthy wet sounds filling the room. It doesn't take you long to hurdle over that edge, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Shivers trail up and down your spine when you picture Soonyoung's intense gaze, wondering if his tiny fingers would be able to reach even as far as yours. Not that it matters because the visual of him in your head is enough for another gush of arousal to leak from your trembling cunt.

"God, I'm so wet," you murmur more to yourself because your viewers can clearly see the traces on your thighs. "Shit."

crazy4w00: i'd lick it all up

kingh0ng: i can't cum yet there's more right??

whore_that_roars: will u squirt for me baby? i KNOW you can

"Grab onto your straps, babygirls. Any of you boys as big and thick as this?" 

The silver and glittery, microphone-shaped vibrator shines under the dim fairylights of your bedroom. It jitters to life when you press the 'on' button, flinching at its intensity.

deathbyd1cks: perfect 👌🏼

tigressb00bl0v3r: omfggg yessss

beg4u: i can't vibrate like that 😢 

whore_that_roars: i can certainly try

beg4u: lichrally fighting user whore_that_roars after this

Ignoring the chaos in the comments, you bite your lip. It's one of your biggest toys and possibly bigger than any man's cock, in all honesty. You're sure it might be as thick as Soonyoung but what would you know. Gifted by a dedicated fan, you feel your entire body jerk as you tease your tight hole with it.

Despite loosening up, it's still going to be a hard fit. One hand falls to your bed to prevent your body from collapsing as you continue rubbing it along the outer lips of your pussy and clit. Finally, with an unholy whine, you ease it inside.

kitkat69: shit

sugacub3s: o my fuck

whore_that_roars: baby did you just cum from THAT?

m3rs: cute

beg4u: i just 😵👁️👁💦🧨🎇🎆 

tigressb00bl0v3r: fuck ur so hot

deathbyd1cks: delicious bbygirl

kingh0ng: i thk i blcked out

You laugh weakly between moans, unable to form words. Despite indeed having just cum from the sensations alone, the vibrator continues at full speed — your hips stuttering helplessly as you struggle to grip it in your hand. The depraved picture of debauchery as a trail of drool drips from your mouth.

But you still need more.

Feeling like you're floating in the clouds and extremely ightheaded, your body has a mind of its own. A few more slight wiggles and your eyes are rolling back as the loudest moan you've ever made comes from the very depths of your soul.

whore_that_roars: shit

whore_that_roars: fuck

whore_that_roars: squirt for me baby

beg4u: squirt for US*

crazy4w00: 💦💦💦💦💧💧💧💧 

And you do. 

Ripping the sex toy from between your legs, an absolute wet mess gushes out of your spent cunt all over your bedsheets. Legs shaking, you clamp down on your hand to prevent the name lingering in your subconscious from escaping as the last streams of your release drip down your thighs. Tears are blurring your vision and you sniffle, slowly coming back to earth.

deathbyd1cks: u good tigress????

kingh0ng: i think my dick fell off fr that was hot af

kingh0ng: but yeah, u good?

whore_that_roars: talk to us love

beg4u: square up whore_that_roars

beg4u: hope you're alive tho miss tigress cuz I'm not

kitkat69: LICH rally tigress is always an icon

"I'm… I'm good." You confirm and give them a thumbs-up, panting but smiling lopsidedly. "I… I hope you enjoyed that and thank you for the tips. I'm gonna go… clean up. Catch you later, darlings."

Once you've confirmed that you've turned off the recording and your computer is shut off, you collapse on your bed. Feeling woozy and sluggish, an arm flops across your closed eyes. This was by no means the first time Soonyoung has been in your thoughts during a livestream. Even now after all that, you feel yourself clench instinctively, the feeling blossoming even more because he had been watching you. Talking to you. Commanding you.

Fuck.

You're afraid that once you get a real taste of him you won't be able to let him go. Ever. You'll want him more than he wants you and you're not sure if you can handle that.

But this collaboration is happening. You might as well get the chance to fuck him once in your life than never at all.

Tears wash away in the shower, disappearing down the drain. For the hundredth time, you push down your feelings and let the warm water soothe away the aches and pains instead. Self-care is a must. Fluffy towels dry away the moisture, lotion to keep your skin smooth, and comfy granny pajamas to curl up under your clean bedsheets. Time for a good wallow in your feels.

Your phone lays uncharged on your nightstand and you pick it up, blinking at the several messages from none other than Soonyoung. Dread fills your gut momentarily before opening them, only to gasp in shock at what you read.

God, you were screwed... weren't you?

◇ Part 2

onlyseokmins: September 2022 ©

[foreingersgod]

Let’s Stay Home (PT 2) . EE

pairing: emily engstler x reader

synopsis: see part 1

A/N: THIS IS ANOTHER POOR ATTEMPT OF ME WRITING SMUT, I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW BAD THIS IS LOL!!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

she was restless all night. you could tell from the way her hands shook when she poured your glass of wine and from the way her legs bounced under the table. her hands refused to leave the plushness of your thighs the entirety of dinner, strong and lengthy fingers scrunching at the fabric of your dress. you tired to act nonchalant about it, wanting to have a nice dinner with your girlfriend. but the more she kept dropping suggestive little comments and touching you discreetly, the more you tried to get out of that restaurant as quick as possible.

the wine turned sour and your meal became bland the more you had to endure emily’s torture. it didn’t sit right with you that you were the only one being taunted, so you decided to do a bit of teasing of your own. throughout the night, you’d do small things that you knew would get a rise out of her.

you started out with cluelessly playing with your hair, something that had her constantly distracted. then you’d purposely lean your elbows on the table which pushed out your cleavage ever so slightly. emily, sitting next to you at the table, would hardly be able to finish her sentence as the tops of your breasts came into view. it was almost becoming too easy at this point. then, to be extra cruel, you’d run the toe of your heel up her leg. it sent shivers up emily’s arms as she watched you do it, the end of your dress hiking up your leg as you moved your foot up and down. her mind kept reverting back to earlier that night, when you guided her hand across the intricate lace of your new lingerie. thoughts of ripping that dress right off of you replayed over and over, something she had every intention of doing.

she tried her best to seem unbothered, like you had done when she couldn’t keep her hands off you, but she was failing miserably. her hand would often find its way to her mouth, biting on her knuckles to ground herself. you had fucked her up beyond belief and you hadn’t even laid a finger on her. she was a mess for the remaining moments of dinner, couldn’t even take the last bite from her plate before she was hailing over the waiter and paying the check. although she was more than eager to get you back home, wanting to take off that stupid fucking dress that caused this whole thing in the first place, she kept her composure as she guided you out to the car.

“you’re a fuckin tease,” she said as the doors to the car shut, you were already doing up your seat belt “d’you know that?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, em” but you did. you knew exactly what she was referring too.

“you’re in for it when we get home” she implied, muttering under her breath.

“that attitude isn’t going to get you that surprise” you chimed, watching as her hands gripped the steering wheel suddenly “may i remind you?”

she said nothing, only shaking her head and jutting her tongue across the inside of her cheek. she did up her own seatbelt quickly before speeding out of the parking lot to get home. she didn’t now how much longer she could last.

you considered being a bit nicer for the car ride home, but something in you just couldn’t resist messing with emily a tiny bit more. she just looked too good over there in the drivers seat. her hands grasped the steering wheel, making her veins bulge ever so slightly as she drove. her blazer had been discarded to the back seat which left her in a plain white button up. the sleeves were rolled up to her elbow, displaying her toned muscles. she looked positively irresistible, there was no chance you were stopping any time soon.

you snaked your hand over the car console, fingertips lightly gliding over to emily’s thigh. your hand rested on her legs, positioned in dangerous territory. your touch hovered over where she needed you most. you felt her tense up, shifting in her seat and spreading her legs open more. you began to run your hand up and down her thigh painfully slow, making her jerk her hips into you. a satisfied smirk toyed at your lips as you kept your gaze on the road in front of you. you could feel her eyes shift to you and then the road then back to you again.

“i’m serious, ma” she croaked “stop teasing me”

“m’just tryna get you warmed up baby” you stated, stopping the motion of your hand with a gentle pat “relax”

she felt like all the air had been knocked out of her, words becoming caught in her throat before she could muster a response. a faint groan emitted from her lips when you continued the soothing movements of your hand. it was impossible for her to say anything the rest of the ride home, too busy imagining what she was going to do to you when you got inside.

the car pulled to an abrupt stop as emily pulled into the drive way. her buckle was undone in seconds, turning off the ignition and bolting to your side of the car. she opened your door, offering her hand to you to help you out. you smiled sweetly at her as you accepted it and followed her inside your shared home.

you weren’t able to turn the lights to kitchen on before you felt familiar hands on you waist, soft lips meeting with the skin of your neck. you could feel the tension between the two of you as you sighed deeply, reaching helplessly for the light switch.

“leave it” she demanded, pushing your hand away from the light switch as she guided you towards the stairs. she couldn’t wait another second to get you into bed.

“em,” you muttered, tilting your head to the side to allow her more access to kiss down your shoulder.

“cant wait to get you out of this fucking dress” she said as you approached the door of your bedroom “i believe i’m owed a surprise, am i not?”

once you had made it inside, you were instantly hit with the soft glow of the moonlight that flooded through the window. you turned around to face emily, admiring her features through the dimly lit room. she was breathtaking, hair pulled back, shirt already half way unbuttoned. she wasn’t lying-she really couldn’t wait.

“maybe…” you licked your lips, slipping off your heels and reaching behind you to undo the zipper of your gown “you’ll have to come and find out”

something in emily switched, like she was being granted something that she had been waiting for for centuries. in lighting speed, she had closed any space between the two of you, pulling you flush against her. her lips met with yours hungrily, tongue sliding into your mouth as you groaned deeply. the kisses were sloppy and wet, but certainly passionate. she reached behind you to push your hands away from the zipper, taking the liberty to do it herself. without pulling away from you, she delicately tugged the satin fabric down your body, letting it pool at your feet.

“hope you like it,” you smiled against her, moving your head back to allow her to view your stripped figure “picked it out just for you”

weeks ago, you’d purchased the most gorgeous set of lingerie as a small gift for yours and emily’s anniversary. it was a dainty little set, red and lacey and tight. the bra was strapless and quite sheer, adorned with thin lace flowers. the matching thong was similar in design, the crimson material hugging your ass in the most flattering way. you remembered trying it one when you had got home while emily was away at practice, you had never felt so beautiful in your life.

“oh my god” her gaze dropping as she took a step away from you. her jaw slacked, eyes blown wide with lust as she took you in “jesus fucking christ baby”

“is it ok?” you asked innocently, wanting to hear her say it aloud.

“is it ok?” she scoffed, shepherding you towards the bed. you felt the backs of your knees meet with the foot of the bed, making you stumble slightly “baby, it’s more than ok, you look fucking stunning”

with a tender nudge, she pushed you onto the bed, forcing you to sit on the linen duvet. you leaned back onto your elbows and spread your legs to make room for her. she moseyed in between your legs, unbuttoning the rest of her white button up in the process, eyeing you up and down. she shrugged off her shirt, now fumbling with the buckle of her belt and the clasp of her dress pants. you watched impatiently, wanting her hands on you as soon as possible.

her now naked figure hovered over you, knee slotting in between your legs. she leaned down far enough to where her lips were inches away from yours. you closed your eyes, whimpering as you bucked your hips to try and create friction between your clothed cunt and her bare thigh.

“em, please” you moaned.

“please what?” she smirked, hands planted on either side of your torso to keep her above you.

she moved away from your face, now shifting to kiss along the exposed parts of your body. her lips left messy kisses along your collarbone, then to the tops of your breasts where she left deep purple marks along your skin. she exhaled breathlessly as she reached your bra, staring at the way your nipples hardened through the thin lace. she brought a hand up behind you to unclasp the bra in one fell swoop, allowing the beautiful fabric to cascade down your chest. satisfied, she wrapped her lips around your nipple, her hand kneading at your other tit. you gasped at the sensation, your own hand finding its way to the back of her head. she switched to the other one, tongue swirling across the pebbled bud. but she only stopped when she heard you, your meek voice echoing off the walls.

“please touch me-don’t stop”

those three words were all she needed to hear, her gateway into complete bliss. she pushed off of the bed to kneel in front of you, hands gliding down the sides of your body until they reached the waistband of your panties.

“anything for you”

you looked down, eyebrows knit together in anticipation as you felt emily’s hot breathe against your core. she looked at you through hooded eyes, biting down on her lip as she took in such a beautiful sight: you laid on the bed, practically naked and begging for her to touch you. her fingers hooked under the band of your underwear and tugged gingerly.

“can i?” she asked. you nodded vigorously in return.

without hesitation, she began to pull your panties down your legs, tossing them to the side. the coolness of the air hits you quickly enticing a small jolt from you. emily ran her tongue over the top row of her teeth, leaning back on her heels to admire that state of your aching pussy. you were already soaked for her, arousal quite literally oozing from you, which most definitely left a noticeable spot on your underwear throughout dinner.

“so fucking pretty, this pussy” she cooed, giving your thighs a small massage before running a finger through your folds. you groaned, not content with her reservedness “this all f’me?”

“yea, em-all for you”

she placed various kisses to your inner thighs before turning her attention to where you had been pleading for her to touch. fingers spreading you open, you felt her tongue come into contact with you. she licked a deep stripe up your pussy, attaching her lips to your clit as she sucked slowly. you moaned loudly, fingernails finding her scalp and gripping the roots of her hair. she took this as a sign of endearment, slipping down to sink the length of her tongue in your throbbing hole.

“holy shit-” you cried, hearing the obscene noises emitting from your pussy. the way her tongue swirled in your wetness, provoking the wettest squelching noises that had you at a loss for words.

“that’s it, ma” she inserted a finger into you, feeling the way your body tensed upon the feeling. you tightened around her finger as you breathed loudly into the humid room “that’s my good fucking girl”

she watched as your back arched, perky tits pointed to the ceiling and your head digging farther back into the mattress. god you were unbelievable. she added another finger to you, making a small scissoring motion to lure you to your orgasm. she found herself moaning into you, completely lost in the taste of you. she didn’t think she could ever get enough of it, wishing she could lay between your legs forever. the pace of her fingers sped up and she could sense herself becoming increasingly wet the more you moaned out in intense pleasure. she was eating you out like it was her last meal, sucking and licking every inch of you until your body began to heave, insinuating you were getting close.

“oh baby, yes” you gripped the back of her head harder “don’t stop, em, i’m gonna-oh my-i’m gonna cum”

you humped her face vigorously, feeling your slick coating her mouth and chin. it was like you had no control of your body with the way your hips moved back and forth. you could feel your high approaching quickly as emily continued to devour you.

“i-i’m so close” your words began slurring together.

“i know” emily curled her fingers into you, hitting that delicious, spongy spot inside of you “i know”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, knowing the familiar feeling that was beginning to build up. her tongue and fingers kept their speed, making you overwhelmed with ecstasy. emily felt your legs starting to shake and noticed how your breathe became staggered.

“you got it,” she coaxed you “cum for me, come on, give it to me”

you let out a lewd and obscene moan as you reached your high, cumming on her face promptly. they approached near sobs as the pleasure washed over you, transcending your whole body. emily wasted no time in lapping up your juices, catching every last drop of your release. her tongue cleaned you up as you sunk into the bed, recovering from your orgasm.

emily got off of her knees and joined you on the bed as you scooted up to lay against the plush pillows. she laid next to you, bringing you into her bare chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart. she raked her fingers through your hair as you smiled drowsily, still on cloud nine.

“you did so good, baby” she pressed her lips to the top of your head, grinning from ear to ear as she thought about how much she loved you “so so good”

you hummed in response, lifting your head to look at her. you returned her smile while drawing yourself away from her. ignoring the trembling of your legs, you hoisted yourself to straddle emily. she looked at you confused as her hands instinctively rested on the dips of your waist. what a vision you were, tall and proud and positively glistening in your own sweat.

“what’re you doing?”

long, nicely manicured nails left pinkish marks along emily’s skin as you trailed them up her stomach and over her chest. she squeezed her eyes shut when she felt your fingers gently scrape over her tits. she let out a faint ‘fuck’ as you advanced to her neck, wrapping around it and tightening your grip softly.

“don’t think i’m gonna let our anniversary end without returning the favor, em”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: this is cringy and bad and i’m so sorry lol :’)

[megumiluvv]

Trouble

A Five Part Sukuna Series

Synopsis: Everyone in university who has interacted with Sukuna has said the same thing. He is nothing but trouble. What happens when a girl who attracts that trouble shares the same class as him and gets assigned a group project with him and his twin?

What’s in it?: Modern au!Sukuna x Fem!Reader, Yuji and Choso are his brothers (brothers au :D), Gojo is somewhat in it, other characters will be in as fellow students but not really as important, Nanami owns the cafe reader works at, smut eventually, slow-ish burn

♛ means currently in progress!!

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Part One: Some Dumb Project (You switched majors and meet this annoying guy in your new history class, now you have to work on a project with him. Not only that, he goes to the place you work at! Ugh, how annoying, hopefully he won’t cause any trouble…)

♛Part Two: A Party? (Your friends drag you to a party you can’t be bothered to enjoy, while you try to sneak out, you see mister troublemaker! Surely he’s up to no good, especially after a few beers…)

Part Three: It Meant Nothing (Wow, fun party, are those hickeys on your neck?! And how come he’s acting like nothing happened? He really shouldn’t play with your feelings when your best friend is his twin brother.)

Part Four: It Means Something (How dare you try to go out with the pretty boy on campus? Don’t you know you have someone two seats away just waiting to make you his? Guess he’ll have to admit it to himself first…)

Part Five: It Means Everything (Finally going on that date, huh? Surely everything will go well, he’s a total catch! And troublemaker definitely won’t show up and mess it up… right?)

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MINORS DNI! Mentions of sex but no smut.

Light begins creeping through the window blinds as the sun rises over the Nueva York’s skyline, conveniently hitting your face as you begin to stir awake. Still groggy from the lack of sleep, you barely registered the bulky arm that was laid over your bare waist. More focused on the fact your entire body was sore from head to toe, your hips mostly.

You were about to crawl out from the bed you were on when previously mentioned arm, tighten around you and pulled you back until your back collided against the naked and slightly sticky chest of your ex.

“Where do you think you're going, hmm?” When was the last time you heard Miguel voice that raspy? You didn’t know but it made butterflies appear nonetheless.

“It’s Friday, It’s my week with Gabi. I have to go pick her up from that sleepover and I don’t plan on going all sweaty. I need to go home and shower.” You finally break away from his hold to collect your clothes from their spot on the top of his drawer.

Your words seem to bring Miguel back down to reality of your situation after last night’s events. Just because you two had sex for the first time in years doesn’t automatically mean you were back together yet. You weren’t his girlfriend still, and despite swearing he saw the milky way behind his eyelids during the last round before he collapsed on top of you, he knew you weren’t going to want to rush into it again after you had caught Henry cheating, even if you and Miguel and you had so much history.

“You can shower here.” Miguel quipped as he slowly got up from the bed, making a mental note to change his sheets later. “I think I might have some of your old clothes lying around.”

You hesitated as you thought about it, usually you wouldn’t, didn’t want to intrude in his space (acting as if you didn’t still feel him in your guts) until you nodded.

“Okay fine… just because I’m already here.” You sighed as you made your way towards his bathroom, oblivious to his eyes following your form.

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Part 6<< [NSFW]

Part 7<<

He’s baaaaack.

Not proofread.

Word count: 300

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