#even when naked with everything exposed I still don’t feel like a woman

[danzainosolitude]

Is there a gender for cis girls who want to be girls

[dreamingofaizawa]

Mornings Like This

Shunsui Kyoraku x Fem! Reader

***This fic is rated R, if you are not 18 or older, please select a different novel, thank you***

Warnings: Penetrative sex (p in v), cockwarming(?), creampie, soft morning sex with Shunsui been eating my brain alive o.O

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: Ok yeah this man...this MAN holy shit I just think he's hot okay? Lazy morning sex just FITS HIM too well, he's so attractive, I love him. I would let him do unspeakable things to me. Also if this man called me sweetheart I think I'd die on the spot

ANYWHO Enjoy <3

The rising sun is what wakes you, the warmth of its rays penetrating the exposed skin on your back. It’s a lovely morning, the breeze that flows through the barracks is cool and gentle and crisp. Every morning is a good morning though, when you wake up in Shunsui’s arms. He’s still snoring away, the rise and fall of his chest lifting your head with every breath. He’s so handsome like this. He’s handsome always, but especially on mornings like these, where he’s naked beneath you and his hair is loose over his pillows. You can’t help it when you allow your fingers to trace shapes into his chest, and move your hand up behind his neck to lean up and leave a sweet kiss on his lips. That wakes him up and he immediately leans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips and feeling your skin give beneath his fingers. It’s meant to be a chaste kiss, a sweet and innocent press of your lips to his. But it isn’t long before you can feel something poking at your thigh.

“Shunsui, you’re hard love.” His chuckle is deep and full, makes your body warm from the inside out. 

“Yeah, I guess I am. You gonna do anything about it?” That voice could make you melt any day, and today is no exception. You don’t bother with the banter, you’re more than ready for him, even though you can feel the soreness settling in from your escapades last night. This man was going to drain you of all your energy and then some. It’s lazy, the way you move to straddle your legs over him, and only just barely lift yourself up enough to slip him right inside you. The both of you groan, surely still sensitive even after so many hours of rest. His hands clamp down harder on your hips when you fully seat yourself on his cock and grind your hips down onto it. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” You hum, wait for his grip to loosen and lie back down on top of him. His arms come around you and he flips the two of you on your side, curling his entire body around yours and wrapping your legs around his waist. He can’t be comfortable, with your leg beneath his side as he lays on it, but he seems unbothered when his arms tighten around you and he thrusts his hips up slowly. You can feel him deep inside you, rocking sweetly back and forth, hitting every little soft spot that makes you tremble in his hold. 

“Oh my pretty girl, already shaking? Hmm I must be doing something right.” You nod into his shoulder, arms tight around his neck. He turns his head to kiss your temple, pairing it with an especially hard thrust up into you. It’s enough to make you gasp and your cunt clenches down tight. 

“Ya gotta loosen up, sweetheart. I can’t move with you gripping so hard.” He lays another sweet kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and massaging your hips to get you to relax. He’s always been good with his words of praise, lacing everything in a deep, honeyed tone.

“So good for me, my beautiful wife. Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? So pretty I could stare at you forever.” When you finally do relax he’s pulling you down onto his cock while he throws his hips up, hitting deeper and harder. Your head is spinning, the pleasure pulsing through your body along with the beat of your heart. Your orgasm sneaks up on you, and you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind while Shunsui holds you tight and keeps fucking into you, pushing you into a field of pleasure you’re only familiar with when he’s desperate to cum deep inside you. His teeth grab the tip of your ear, then graze at your neck, and finally he bites at your lip as you both pant in the morning sun. A thin sheen of sweat has formed over the both of you, hot bodies interlocked and moving in tandem for pleasure. You kiss him then, deep and slow and tongues dancing together, and with one final thrust he’s cumming deep inside you, warmth filling the pit of your belly. 

“Thank you for that, sweetheart.” He untangles your limbs and rolls onto his back once more, lying you in the same position you’d woken up in, only this time he’s left his softening cock to plug up your poor pussy. It’s a mistake when you lean up to kiss him once again, an ‘of course, my love’ easily slipping through your lips. Just from the kiss, you can feel his dick jump to life, making him groan deep in his throat.

“Didn’t expect you to be ready so soon, Shunsui. And from a kiss no less.” He laughs at that.

“Obviously it’s because a beautiful girl like you just kissed me. I can’t believe such a gorgeous woman is my wife.” You have to giggle at that, the little flatterer he is.

“Shunsui, we’ve been married for 152 years. You can’t keep not believing I’m your wife.” He leans down and kisses you, rocking his hips up to make you gasp, taking the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue. You’re gasping when he pulls away, a devious grin on that handsome face of his.

“Maybe not, but I can surely appreciate every minute of it.” He stills his hips, relaxing all the way and holding you close. 

“152 years and I’m still madly in love with you. You do things to me, woman. Wonderful, devilish things.” You press a kiss into his chest, allowing your body to go limp in his grasp. 

“It’s a good thing I’m still in love with you too, then. We might have a problem otherwise.” He smiles down at you, and you return it, his hand brushing back the hair that had fallen in your face.

“It’s a good thing we don’t have a problem.” You nod, then lie your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beating. You feel all of him, his cock filling you, his strong arms wrapped tight around you, his fingers where they trace lines on your back, his breath on the crown of your head. You feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. You feel the love he pours into every action he takes with you, even an action so small as saying your name.

Nothing beats mornings like these.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 21st

Day 21: Gun Play // Monsterfucking // Shower - Bath Sex

Centaur!Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Virginal sacrifices, bondage, vaginal fingering, loss of innocence, monsterfucking, horse cock, curses

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For the last three months, you have been led to this moment. Guarded and well-fed. Given everything that your heart desires and showered with presents, food, even jewels to wear. Your status in the region has been elevated. The wooden laurel on your head showcasing your purpose and strangers stopped you on the cobblestoned streets to give blessings to the gods for your sacrifice. 

Golden chains bind your hands and feet. Loose enough to allow you to walk, but still keep you from running away. Naked, you are paraded through the streets. Cheering Romans citizens throwing flowers and seeds in the air. Marking the traditional path that you will be guided by the centurions that are tasked with seeing you to your destination safely. Leaving you there to the whims of the beast. 

The last one hundred years has been marked with prosperity. The annual sacrifice made to the guardian of the lands insuring the year’s bounty. A virgin, chained to the altar in the clearing and left to be consumed by the beast. 

Over the years the citizens had learned not to anger the beast, knowing that if the woman provided was not a virgin, the sacrifice would be rejected. The year’s crops are destroyed by giant hooves that trample and destroy everything planted in the dirt. 

Through the city you are led, out past the fields that will be planted and into the edge of the woods that the beast makes its home. The stone altar comes into view and you shuffle to a halt as you stare at it. 

It’s not the typical altar that you would expect. It is a large stone, carved out and worn smooth over the years. The rings driven deep at certain points used to anchor your chains to it and keep you from escaping. 

It’s curved and odd shaped, making you wonder how you will lay on this. “Move.” The guard closest to you yanks on the chains and drags you forward. Making you swallow as the reality of your demise is quickly approaching. 

“Please. I-” You start to say that you need just a moment, but you are cut off.

The guards all tut, yanking you forward and starting to stretch your limbs over the altar and secure them to the rings. You are bent over, spread out and embarrassed by how vulnerable you feel even though you had just been paraded through the streets completely bare as the day you were born. Now you feel exposed, your womanhood on display and you close your eyes tight. 

They never say another word to you. The whistle is sharp and piercing, but the guards disappear from your limited vision, even as you try to twist your head to look behind you. It’s like they vanish into the mist that has started to gather along the edge of the trees. 

You wait, the silence starting to drive you mad. You’ve never been good at waiting, but it is all you can do right now. 

Until you hear the snapping of a twig. Your head pops up from where you had been laying it on the altar. Trying to twist around to see what is coming, but you can’t turn that far. Your arms are stretched out too far, you are bent too far over. “Who- who’s there?” You call out, another snapping twig makes your heart skip a beat. 

Something is coming. You swallow harshly and close your eyes, afraid that your time is up now and the beast is here. 

“Another one.” Your eyes spring open when you hear a voice. A man’s voice, weary. You shiver and tug on the chains. 

“Don’t- don’t release me.” You hadn’t meant to say that, but it is what pops out of your mouth. 

“Why?” There’s a sense of surprise in his voice, as if that was the last thing that he had expected to hear from you. 

“I- t-th-the beast-” you stammer, clenching your fist and swallowing harshly. “It- I am a sacrifice.” 

“A sacrifice.” He hums and you can hear the shuffling of feet behind you, making you tense again. It doesn’t sound like sandals on the hard packed ground around the altar. “For what?” 

“To the beast, so that there will be another year’s harvest.” You explain, unsure of how he doesn’t know this. Everyone knows that there is a sacrifice to the beast every year. 

“You are the first that did not beg to be let go.” The man seems impressed by that. Making you frown as you try to twist around more, to see who is behind you. 

“The first?” You don’t understand, trying to push up against the edge of the altar. To lift your head enough to see. 

“Sacrifice.” 

Your blood runs cold as you feel a hand slide up the left cheek of your ass. “What-” 

“The gods cursed me.” He speaks as if he hadn’t heard you. “Failing to win a battle they wished to be won.” 

You frown again, not understanding why he is telling you this. Or who he is. “I don’t understand.” 

He chuckles slightly and there is another shuffle, a set of hooves start to come into view. Making you frown even harder until your eyes trail up and you see that the hooves and body of a horse are attached to the torso of a man. A centaur. 

“Gods.” You gasp, eyes blowing wide and you gulp. “You- you’re the beast!”

“Guilty.” The man flashes you a startlingly attractive grin. His features are handsome, although he has a strong hook to his nose and his hair has gray in it. “Although I don’t eat the virgins brought to me.” 

“What do you do?” You are breathless as you ask the question. Unsure if you want to know the answer. This is not how you thought this would turn out. 

“Let them go.” He admits, lifting a brow. “None of them would help break the curse.” 

“Break the curse?” You ask, making him smirk as he watches you. He has to be lying. None of the other virgins had returned. None of them had come back to their families. The only ones that had survived had been the ones rejected. The ones who had later confessed that they weren’t virgins. 

“I have to take your purity to regain my human form.” It sounds incredulous, but then again, you are talking to a centaur. A mythical beast that was not supposed to actually exist. Centaurs were stories that mothers told their young to keep them from sneaking out into the woods alone.  

You choke out a laugh, understanding now why you are naked and secured to this stone in such a way. This was to allow it to be easy to mount you. 

“It is not a falsity.” He huffs, looking mortally offended by your laugh. “The catch is that I could mount a hundred virgins, but she must be willing to take me.” It had been crushing to discover the gods were especially cruel to add that little caveat to the entire thing. 

He watches you, you can feel his eyes on you as you think about what he has told you. You are chained to this altar, at his mercy but in reality - he is at your mercy. Without your willingness, he will still be stuck in his current form. 

“I am your sacrifice.” You remind him quietly after a few moments of silence between you. You had been chosen to give your life for the good of everyone. What did your virginity matter? “What you do with me is up to you.’

His nostrils flare, jaw clenching and he stares at you. Waiting for you to change your mind. Waiting for you to steal the hope that is flaring in his chest. He has never had a virgin offer him what you are gifting him with. 

“What is your name?” You ask, waiting for him to say something, do something. You had almost expected him to leap on you after agreeing, but he was still watching you. 

“Marcus.” He replies after a moment. “Marcus Acacius.” 

Your eyes widen, having heard the stories of Marcus Acacius. The general who had defied the emperor’s and had fought in the arenas of the colosseum. Some had said he had died on the sands, others said he had retired and lived out his life as an old man. You now know that he had not. He was standing in front of you, half man half beast. 

You tell him your name and bite your lip. “Will it hurt?” You ask, not sure what to really expect from a beast. 

“Probably at first.” He won’t lie about that, but he hopes that you don’t change your mind. The chance to be human again is being dangled in front of him like an enticing carrot. 

“O-okay.” Your voice trembles and you press your face against the stone to squeeze your eyes shut. “Uh- do- do it.”

He groans, cock under his belly starting to twitch and lengthen, pushing out of the protective sheath. Your cunt is on display and he can see that you will need some moisture to ease his cock’s passage inside you.

“I will get you ready.” It has been years since he has actually fucked a human, letting the sacrifices go and sending them away to live out their lives somewhere else.

This centaur, this monster, is actually considerate. He could have just mounted you and been done with it, there would have been nothing you could do to resist, but you feel his hands between your thighs. Human hands. Fingers probing and pressing, massaging until your mouth opens on a soft moan. 

“That’s it.” Marcus growls softly, approving of how wet you are starting to get. You seem to accept his touch, your folds slick after just a few minutes and he is already aching. Still he doesn’t rush. 

You’ve never been touched like this before. The mist has spread around you when you open your eyes, almost shielding any unwanted eyes from the altar. Isolating you from the outside world, or perhaps even transporting you to another realm. From the way he is touching you, he is taking you to meet the gods. Your moans start to get louder, more demanding. The chains around your wrists and ankles rattling slightly as you try to push your hips back, whimpering for more. 

You are a gift. A treasure. Marcus stamps his hooves impatiently, eager to mount you and feel how tight you are around the non-human cock he possesses right now. 

“I- I think- ooooooh!” You squeal when he presses his fingers just right and feel your core heat up, a rush of pleasure drowning you as you cry out. 

You’re ready. Marcus pulls away and starts to lift his front hooves onto the stone altar. It has been designed for his body, allowing him to hold himself up and position to mount the person strapped to the stone. 

You bite your lip, feeling the air moving as he shifts. This is happening. Your body tenses slightly when you feel something poking, but all you can think is how hot it is. It feels like it’s burning, branding you against your skin and when you feel the smear of liquid, you realize what is poking your ass. 

“I can’t help guide it in.” Marcus admits, his human body braced farther above you because of the angle. “Just relax. I will try to go slow.”

It takes him a few tries and you try not to squirm, reminding yourself that you are a sacrifice. Even if you had thought it meant your life, your virginity doesn’t matter. 

The thick, blunt horse cock of the centaur finally is pressed against your entrance and you take a deep breath. 

Marcus shakes in his need to push into you. Gritting his teeth, sweat beads on his forehead. Trying not to let the animal instinct take over. “Relax.” He cautions and starts to shuffle forward to break you open. 

It’s big. Bigger than you’ve ever even imagined and your cry is instinctual. Making Marcus snarl in response and his cock seems to be pushing up into your stomach but he just keeps going. The stretch of him is too much but it doesn’t even hurt, just overwhelms. 

Your fists clench together and you push back making yourself take him even deeper until his great length is fully buried in your virgin cunt.

“Fuck!” Marcus shouts, rearing up and sinking deeper before he starts to pull back. 

Once he has taken you, all you can do is hold onto the anchor that keeps you tied to the altar. Squealing and keening as he starts to move inside you and steals your breath away. 

Taking the heavy, thick thrusts of his enormous cock that seems to feel like a hammer driving into you. It hurts and feels incredible at the same time, ripping a sob from your throat as you imagine the scene you are making. This centaur, this creature, is driving into you again and again, breeding you. Fucking you. 

Marcus prances in his hind hooves as he fucks you, sinking deeper and deeper as your sweet virgin cunt opens up more, flowering for him and taking the rougher thrusts he is helpless to temper. 

That feeling in your stomach starts to curl again. Building up as he plows into you. The inhuman sounds he is making above you adding to the sensation and the slickness of your cunt grows. 

“Mar-Marcus!” Your gasp of his name is screamed out into the mists, the forest around you ringing with the sound as you start to chant it over and over again. Stars bursting behind your eyes and your entire world going dark with a loud roar and a rush of heat inside you. 

****

“Wake up. Wake up sweetheart.” Your eyes peel open slowly, body aching and you groan quietly. 

You’re on the ground, unchained from the altar and laying on a bed of soft down and leaves. Warm, concerned brown eyes staring at you in wonder as you come too, slightly disoriented and feeling like you have just woken from a dream. 

“You- you did it.” Marcus breathless exclaims. He looks down and your eyes follow his to find the very naked lower body of a man where the horse’s body had once been. “You broke the curse.”

“You- I did?” You frown but it turns into a smile when he beams at you, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. 

“You did.” He repeats. “And now I am yours for eternity.”

[faerievampling]

His Pleasure

Summary: Ever since the defeat of the Netherbrain, Astarion and Tav work to help Astarion find his own pleasure in the bedroom.

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x Female Tav

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+. Explicit. Oral Sex. Cunnilingus. Blow Job. Hand job. Vaginal Fingering. Anal Fingering. Astarion being freaky because I said so.

Link to AO3!

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“I certainly know how to use it, I just don’t know exactly what I want to do with it…” Astarion says as his ruby eyes sweep over you; he’s sat back on his heels, cock in hand, trying to make a rather difficult choice. You watch the muscles and veins in his hands flex as he squeezes his shaft; you know he wants this just as much as you.

The two of you hadn’t gotten this far before, not since the night he brought you to his grave. Astarion had been empowered then, but just as they say of soldiers in war, they are rarely traumatized during the battle. It is only after, when the soldiers are finally safe, that they feel the lingering horrors that reside only inside their minds, despite how real the danger still feels.

Astarion had made so much progress since then. He had found his safety in himself and you.

You see the pre-cum pooling at the tip of Astarion’s cock; he brings his hand around his tip, using his juices to lubricate himself, stroking his length as he makes his decision.

You lie on your back, your legs spread as Astarion sat between them. You had propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at Astarion pleasuring himself.

Your poor lover really didn’t know where to start. But his presence was evermore, and that was the most important thing. But you were interested in the choices he’d make seeking his own pleasure.

“Might I ask you a question? A mere thought experiment, of course.” You ask, your voice thick with desire.

Astarion perks up, his eyes bright as his free hand pushes his hair back before finding your leg. The elf is idly stroking himself as he gently massages your thigh, eyes sweeping over you with a deep seated hunger before he meets your gaze.

“Anything for you, darling,” Astarion is looking a bit feral, by this point, his lust beginning to going to his pretty head.

“What were the first things you liked about me? About my-ah, sex appeal?” You look at him through your lashes.

Astarion ponders your question for just a moment before his face shifts into something carnal and determined: you realize he’s just decided what to do with the naked woman in front of him.

“Bring your knees up to your chest,” He says, his voice low and commanding. You immediately do so, exposing your slick mound to him.

Astarion brings his hand to your folds, his finger and thumb parting your layers. The moan that comes from his mouth is guttural, animalistic, and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard this sound from your lover before.

You feel as Astarion’s fingers press into you, gently pinching the top of your mound, right where your swollen clitoris throbs for contact.

With your sex figuratively and literally in his hands, Astarion looks up to you, pupils blown wide with lust before he releases you, bringing his head between your thighs and wasting no time placing his lips on your swollen cunt.

The sensation of his lips on your flesh makes you shudder, only further igniting the raging storm between your legs.

His tongue carefully laps at your folds as he sucks your throbbing bundle into his mouth, his lips delicately circling you. His kisses are sloppy, uncontrolled, and you know he’s enjoying himself by the little whimpers that escape Astarion’s mouth as he drinks you in.

“Oh…” You moan just before Astarion’s motions cease. Breaking your kiss, Astarion brings himself back upright, a string of juices trailing from his pretty lips as you admire the slick on his face.

You’re about to ask if everything is alright when Astarion swiftly brings two fingers to your entrance, his fingers grazing your slit to capture your musky, honeyed essence before plunging them into you.

Already wet and ready, you accept him with no resistance, and Astarion reaches into your depths sooner than you anticipated, earning a shocked gasp from you as he’s already found your g-spot: that spongey, sensitive area that makes you sing when he touches it.

Your thighs twitch at the pressure, at the pleasure, and you’re already desperate to come for him.

Astarion hasn’t stopped smiling; you smile back at him just before he removes himself from you, bringing his two fingers between his lips to taste your depths.

Watching Astarion suck on his fingers, slick with your juices, ignites something deep and carnal inside you, threatening to tear your chest apart with something that could only be felt in a heated entanglement with a trusted, doting lover.

“Gods…” He says as he quickens his stroking, eyes sweeping over you again. “I don’t even know which part of you…” he trails off, bringing his forehead to your pelvis as he nestles his nose above your sex, drinking in the scent of you as he loses himself to his own stroking.

Astarion plants another kiss, with only a little bit of tongue, on your swollen clitoris before bringing himself upright, moving from between your legs to your side, his hands already on you, urging you into the position he wants.

“All of you is an option, I presume?” Astarion says as he gets you on your knees, a hand in your hair as he draws your head to face his member, large and throbbing in his hand as he brings the tip of it to your lips.

You realize Astarion hadn’t ignored your question earlier: you had simply introduced him to another conundrum of having to decide on his favorite part of you.

You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him tenderly before you bring his swollen tip between your teeth, biting down gently before suctioning your lips around him, closing your eyes as you work to please your handsome lover.

“Mhm,” You moan, meaning to say yes, but your mouth is a little full. You only think you know what he means by this before you feel Astarion’s other hand reach around to your backside, a finger finding your tight, ringed entrance.

He presses on it, causing you to gasp on his cock, making him chuckle as he brushes his fingers through your hair. You look up, only to find Astarion looking at you as if you were some angelic being.

It was almost funny, the reverence in his eyes, because you knew how much of a mess you looked: cock in your mouth, salivating and dripping cunt with no release in sight, your hips tilted so that your lover could more easily insert the tip of his finger into your desperate ass, your muscle clenching around him as he plunged himself deeper into your entrance.

But it was real.

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[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 21

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em just confessed his feelings to Y/N and is apprehensive of her reaction.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT - Bit of Angst ?

MARSHALL’S POV

Y/N was staring at him with big eyes. It wasn’t clear whether she was displeased, terrified, disgusted or God knows what else. He wasn’t the best at guessing how people were feeling anyway. He had just told her he was in love with her, right after they had sex. To be fair, he hadn’t planned on telling her, especially not at that moment… As seconds were going by, the silence was becoming painfully heavy. And to make matters worse, they were naked. One would have thought that the two of them being nude would have meant that there was some sense of equality in the situation, but given that he had just confessed his love - which was obviously unrequited - he felt even more exposed. If she hadn’t been prone to those nightmares, he would have left, but he couldn’t. Well, he could, but he wouldn’t. Just because she was silently rejecting him didn’t mean that he didn’t care about her wellbeing. 

I’m sorry, he said as he started to get dressed. I… obviously shouldn’t have said that. I’ll go on the couch. Just… Call if you have a nightmare or something, ok ? 

Why did you say that ? She asked, as she pulled the cover over her naked body. 

Because I think orgasms are much better when there’s awkwardness right after, he said sarcastically. 

She kept on staring at him. Now, she looked more sad, and a little mad too. Her mouth was slightly twitching, as if she was about to cry. 

I’m sorry, he said as he pinched the area between his eyes. 

About what ? She said hoarsely. 

About everything, I guess. But mostly for telling you I’m in love with you, he replied. 

He stared at her for a second. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyebrows were furrowed. She really looked as if she was about to cry but, as selfish as it was, he just needed to be in a different room right now, in order to process his emotions. He was feeling a knot in his stomach and was starting to realize that whoever said confessions made you feel lighter was definitely a liar : it felt like he had the biggest weight on his shoulders right now. He mumbled a “Good night” and went through the door. He was in the staircase when the door to her room flew open and she went after him. 

You don’t love me, she said sternly. 

As a matter of fact, I’m very aware that I do, he replied a bit more curtly than he originally intended. 

She was naked and her hair was all messy. Still, in the dim light of the corridor, she looked like an ethereal vision, something you could see in a painting. If he had a pen and paper, he would definitely draw her. Or maybe he would if he didn’t have to deal with a painful rejection. Being turned down was one thing, but being turned down by a naked woman who looked like a goddess was another thing. More painful, in his opinion. Y/N was frowning and had a pout on her face. 

I don’t understand, she said. 

I don’t think I could be any more clear, Y/N, he replied. I am in love with you. Obviously, this is very unilateral and I’m sure you wished I hadn’t said that, but now that the words are out, I don’t plan on taking them back. I know it’s uncomfortable for you, and I am very sorry about that because I did not plan on telling you, but now you know. 

But… Why ? She asked. 

He stared at her in disbelief. Was she actually asking why he was in love with her ? She was absolutely amazing but she needed to take a fucking hint. Didn’t she understand that he needed to be alone with his feelings ? That she was breaking his heart ? In his many years of therapy, he had made some progress when it came to dealing with his emotions, but it was evidently not enough. He was starting to feel anger pending. 

I’m not having this conversation with you right now, he said calmly as he tried to pace himself. Go to sleep, alright ? 

I can’t sleep with what you just told me ! She shrieked. 

And I can’t look at you right now ! He yelled. Can’t you give me one fucking minute, Y/N ? I can’t look at you, all naked, rejecting me. You don’t feel the same and that’s ok. I mean, it fucking sucks, but I’ve been feeling this way for a while, so I’ll deal with it eventually. But I’m not a robot, alright ? 

You should have told me earlier, she whispered. Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Marshall ? 

Because you have a fucking boyfriend, Y/N ! He roared. Because there’s a fucker always taking you on dates and showering you with gifts and affection. Because you keep going on and on and on about him and how great he is. And Hailie, and Talia, and Jamal too. Because I keep getting these stupid pictures of you in our group chat, at sunset, at shows, at fucking pottery classes or God knows what else. Because it hurts me every fucking time and I have to deal with the pain of knowing that the woman I love will never be mine. So excuse me for not setting myself for heartbreak here. If I had been able to help it, I wouldn’t have fucking told you that. You have your lobster and I’m glad he’s great, but don’t expect me to be happy to feel like the tiniest shrimp in the ocean. 

He realized he was screaming at the top of his lungs. He was panting. Y/N’s eyes were glowing with the tears welling up in them. He swallowed dryly and quickly got downstairs, making his way to the garden. It was a cold night, but he could use the fresh air. He enjoyed the darkness and the silence for a second, before Y/N barged in, still naked and barefoot on the grass. 

Go back inside, he said as he stared at her nakedness. 

Shut up ! The only reason there’s a fucker taking me to pottery class is because you are the one who started dating !!! I am the one who’s been in love with you for months and had to keep my mouth shut about it. I was going to tell you in New York, but there was always Paul or security around. And then, there was Nicole. So you don’t get to make this about yourself, Marshall ! You don’t get to say you’re in love with me only to leave the room and say I don’t love you. Because I do ! I love you more than I have ever loved anyone and it hurts like hell !!! She yelled, louder than him. 

You do ?! He asked in disbelief. 

Yes I do. You’re my best friend, you know me better than anyone else, you’re always here when I need you, you are the most attractive man I have ever met, the most talented, too… You’re smart, kind, funny, generous and, oh my God Talia was right, the most dramatic person I have ever met. How could I not fall in love with you ?! She blurted out. 

He stared at her, completely stupefied. He had absolutely no idea. He was at a loss for words, in absolute shock. 

I am yours, Marshall, she whispered. I have been yours since the day we met. 

In the matter of a second, he was all over her, wrapping his hard around her body and kissing her violently, hungrily. She responded passionately. 

Say it again, he ordered. 

I’m yours, Marshall, she repeated. 

I love you, he said softly. I love you so fucking much. 

I love you too, she whispered with tears in her eyes. 

He kissed her tenderly and carried her in his arms, bridal-style, walking back inside of the house. 

I could have walked, she giggled. 

I know. But I’m the most dramatic person you’ve ever met, so I have to live up to the standard, you know ? He replied with a smirk before gently letting her on the living room couch. Although, I think you’re a serious contender for the title. 

I’m not, she chuckled. 

Says the crazy woman who professed her love for me in the garden, at night, NAKED ?! 

They burst out in a fit of laughter. He kissed her again, and again, and again. 

Have I told you I love you, yet ? He mused as he intertwined his fingers with hers. 

Mmmh… I don’t think you have, she giggled. 

Well… I love you, he said softly. 

She giggled and nuzzled his neck. He leaned into her touch. She was his and he was hers - nothing could make him happier. He kissed her temple and took her hand before leading her back to the bedroom. She put some clothes on and they got under the covers, cuddling the shit out of each other. 

I have a confession, she said softly. 

Another one ? He mused. 

Well it’s kind of related. I mean… I sort of… already told you I love you. You just don’t remember, she said as she blushed. 

I think I would remember, he chuckled. 

To be fair, you were sleeping, she explained. We were in the hospital, you were sleeping on the bed and I told you. I think I needed to. 

You’re kidding right ? He burst out laughing. I told you I love you, in the hospital. Before you woke up. 

You didn’t ?! She asked in disbelief. 

I did, he said as he stroked her cheek. When I saw you laying there it just… it hit me like a gut punch. I knew I had feelings for you long before that, but seeing you like this, wondering if you were going to wake up… I had to tell you. Even if you weren’t listening because you weren’t awake, I needed you to hear it. 

His voice was emotional. He was speaking from the heart, and even the simple thought of her in that coma was enough to break his heart. He was upset at the idea of anything happening to her.  

I am so happy you’re ok, he added as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. So happy that you’re here. 

I love you Marshall, she said softly as she ran her fingers in his back. 

For the first time in ages, he allowed himself to be fully relaxed and vulnerable. It didn’t happen too often, especially not when he was with a woman. In his past relationships, especially after his divorce, he had gotten used to being more distant, not showing his emotional side too often. But with Y/N, it came naturally and, even though it was definitely scary, he had to admit it felt good. Eventually, they went to sleep, and he had his most peaceful night in ages. 

Y/N’s POV 

When you woke up, you were in Marshall’s arms. You had fallen asleep whispering sweet “I love you”s to each other. You had to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. You were definitely in a good mood for the rest of the day. It was about noon and Marshall was sleeping soundly, holding you close to his chest. You gently tried to remove his arms but they were so tight around you that it was nearly impossible. 

Don’t even think about leaving this bed, he groaned in his deep (way too sexy) morning voice. 

If you let me get up, I’ll make you pancakes, you whispered in hope it would motivate him. 

If you stay in bed, I’ll make you cum, he replied with a smirk. 

You let out a gasp. You should have gotten used to it, after all this time, but the way he could be so blunt when talking about some things - namely sex - always surprised you, and never failed to make you blush. He let out a giggle and tightened his embrace as his fingers traced circles on your hips. 

What do you say, pretty girl ? He asked. 

I’ll allow it, you said playfully. 

He hummed and slid his hands underneath your tee-shirt, gently cupping and massaging your breasts. The sensation of his cold fingers against your warm skin was delicious and definitely arousing. It was soft and sweet. Or so you thought until you felt him pinching your nipples and sucking on your neck simultaneously. You were still in the spooning position, him behind you, and you could feel how hard he was, which only increased your wetness. You thought you’d stay in this position but your lover obviously had other plans, as he had you lay on the mattress, face in the pillow. He spilled kisses on your neck, going down to your shoulders, your back, your hips… before eventually helping you get rid of your clothes. 

I want to take you, babygirl, he groaned in your ear. Are you ok with that ? 

Yes, you whispered. 

I’ll be gentle, don’t worry, he said before kissing your neck. 

He wasted no time before entering you slowly. As soon as he was inside, you felt complete. It seemed like you were able to feel every inch of him, while becoming aware of areas and spots inside of yourself you didn’t know could be stimulated. Marshall was moving slowly, taking his sweet time and every opportunity to kiss you. 

You feel fucking incredible, my love, he whispered. I love you so much. 

I love you, you said. 

He picked up the pace, causing you to gasp. He immediately stopped moving. 

Are you ok ? 

You feel so big, you whined. 

We can stop, he said reassuringly. 

No, you pleaded. Keep going. I can take it. 

Good girl, he said with a grin. 

You never knew you could enjoy being called a « Good girl » in bed, but something about the way he said it just sent chills to your spine. You wanted to be a good girl for him, to have him praise you for taking him… something in him just called to your submissive side. He started pounding and you clutched at the bedsheets while you let out deep moans. You thought you were close to orgasm when he stopped. 

Don’t stop, you whined. 

Get on top, baby, he said. 

You let out a groan and he softly chuckled as he laid down, taking a good look at you. 

You gotta work for it, he grinned.

You straddled him and lowered yourself onto his shaft, taking all of his length. He laid still, letting you do the work with a satisfied smirk. His hands were wandering around your body, caressing your skin. You let your head fall back as you felt a wave of pleasure coming your way, trying not to lose the rhythm in your hip movements. Marshall ran a hand through your hair and, as you quickened your pace, you could feel his grip tightening. You let out a little cry. 

Sorry, he said softly. Didn’t mean to pull it, baby. 

Do it again, you moaned. 

Oh yeah ? He grinned. 

He gently pulled your hair, causing you to moan again. It felt so good. It wasn’t too painful, it just made you feel like he was in control and you loved it. Your movements were starting to become sloppy and, as much as you wanted to keep going, your thighs weren’t cooperating. He let out a laugh and held your hips tightly before taking control of the situation. He started to quicken the pace and pull your hair at the same time, harder. This had you lose your mind, immediately sending you over the edge. You thought you had reached your apex but he kept going, bringing his hand to your clit to stroke it. You clenched around him and your muscles contracted like never before as you moaned his name. He whimpered and you could feel him twitch inside of you as his release came. You collapsed on top of him, after what was probably the most intense orgasm of your life. You had tears streaming down your cheeks and were shivering. He gently wrapped you in his arms before pulling the cover over your bodies. The two of you dozed off for a minute before being brought back to reality by your phone ringing. You grabbed it and saw Josh’s name on the screen. You froze and kept staring at it. Obviously, you didn’t feel like taking the call when you were naked, in another man’s arms. 

You’re not answering ? Marshall asked, his eyes still closed. 

It’s Josh, you said sheepishly. 

He huffed and opened his eyes, staring at you. The look on his face was indecipherable. He seemed calm, but you could swear his eyes were a shade darker. He was staring intently. And of course, being the coward that you were, you didn’t really want to hold his gaze. It was just starting to dawn on you that you had cheated on your boyfriend. Of course, last night, you knew the person you were kissing and having sex with wasn’t Josh, but at the moment, you didn’t care. Because you were focused on the overwhelming feeling of being with the man you loved. The man who literally haunted your dreams. So, as awful as it was, you didn’t hesitate when it came to kissing him back. You could have. You probably should have. But you didn’t. It was evident that you had to break up with Josh. You had to. In retrospect, it was clear that you’d been lying to yourself long enough. You were starting to come back to earth and it was bittersweet. You had always been so vocal about your distaste for cheating and lying and you weren’t too sure how you were supposed to look at yourself in a mirror. You sighed, feeling as if you were about to cry at the realization that you had turned into a horrible person. 

Y/N ? He asked softly. Are you alright ? 

Not really, you admitted. I mean… I cheated on the most supportive, loving boyfriend I’ve ever had, so… 

Do you regret what happened between us ? He asked carefully. 

I regret cheating, you explained. I don’t regret what happened between us but I regret the way it happened. 

Right, he said. 

There was a brief moment of silence. He gently stroked your shoulder and placed a comforting kiss on it. 

You know, I could lie and tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not, he said. 

Thanks, you said sarcastically. Very comforting. 

Let me speak, honey, he said. I know he is great to you and that, on some levels, he might be better for you than I am. I mean, he’s a corny fucker who doesn’t deserve you, but from what I gathered, he’s good to you, he takes you on great dates, he’s your age and you have a lot in common. It makes sense that you’re sad about it. Hell, I could even understand if you considered staying with him, you know ? Because, some things, I’m never going to be able to give to you. I’m not going to lie : I suck at dating, I’m not able to take you to cool places, I’m not nearly as smart… But I can tell you one thing : he will never love you as much as I do. He will never support you like I do. If you let me, I will do my best to give you everything you deserve, want and need. I swear I will do anything to make you happy. I promise you will not regret it. 

I love you, you said emotionally. 

I love you too, he replied. So… Will you give me a chance ? 

Yes, you said. Of course. I told you, Marshall… I’m yours. 

He cupped your cheek with his hand and smiled softly before pulling you in for a kiss. It was a deep, emotional one. “Mine”, he whispered as your foreheads rested against each other. You rested in his arms for a while, exchanging sweet words. 

I have to go, he sighed. My daughters are coming to my place this afternoon. 

Ok, you said softly. Is it too much if I say I’m going to miss you ? 

Definitely, he chuckled. But I’m going to miss you too, so it’s ok. I’ll see you tonight anyway, for Talia’s birthday party. 

Yeah… About that, you said awkwardly. 

Mmmmh ? He asked, squinting his eyes. 

Josh is going to be there, you know ? Talia invited him, you said. 

Is this the part where I have to specify that I am not big on sharing ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

I know, you said. But everyone’s expecting him to be here and you know how Talia is about her birthday… She’s the star of the show. It’d be rude of me to announce my breakup on her big day. 

Makes sense, he sighed. But you’re breaking up with him, right ? 

Yes, you said. But later. 

How late is later ? He asked. 

I don’t know, you said sheepishly. 

He nodded and started to get dressed. The smile on his face had been replaced by a slight frown. 

Are you mad ? You asked. 

Nope, he said. I get it. But I can’t say I’m happy either, you know ? Everytime I see you with him… It hurts a bit. Because I want to be the one holding your hand. I want to be the one kissing you. I want to be with you. I want to be your lobster. 

You’re not my lobster, you chuckled. You’re my whole ocean. 

Your words brought the smile back to his face. He chuckled and kissed you tenderly before leaving. 

MARSHALL’S POV

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face after leaving Y/N’s place. For the rest of the day, he kept on smiling like an idiot. He thought he was being discreet but he thought wrong. As soon as his daughters arrived, they picked on his good mood. 

What’s making you so happy, Dad ? Alaina asked. 

I’m always happy to see you girls, he shrugged. I don’t get to see the three of you that much without your boyfriends or husbands, these days. 

I don’t believe you, Stevie chortled. You were humming a song. 

Well, Steve, that’s my job, he retorted with a smirk. 

You’re full of shit, she replied.

Language, he playfully warned. 

They had a great afternoon, talking and playing video games. He loved hanging out with his daughters and he was glad it was just the four of them. They had all found great partners and he couldn’t be happier, but sometimes, he missed the days when they all lived together. The house was starting to be a bit empty without them, especially since Stevie moved out. Since then, he had become even more of a workaholic. He had spent so much time dedicating to his role as a Dad that having his youngest move out of the house had taken its toll on him. So everytime he got to spend time with his daughters, he was the happiest person in the world. This time, though, his mind was wandering. He kept on thinking about last night. Y/N loved him. She was his. She had spent a whole night in his arms. Their first night as more than friends. This made him feel like a teenager in love. Usually, he would have mentally slapped himself for being so cheesy, but this time, he didn’t care. He would never admit to being so soft, obviously, but with her, he didn’t care. 

Dad, are you listening ? Hailie asked. 

Of course, he lied. 

What was I saying ? She teased him with a grin. 

Something about your… podcast ? He tried with a smile. 

All three girls burst out in a fit of laughter. Evidently, he had failed the test.

Sorry, he said. Lots on my mind. You were saying ? 

I was asking if everything was alright with Nicole. 

I’m not seeing her anymore, he simply replied. 

Why ? She asked. I thought it was going well. 

Well it was, and she’s great, but I don’t think it’s going to work, he said. Too many schedule conflicts. 

That’s too bad, Alaina said. 

It is what it is, he said with a smile. 

He knew his daughters would be a bit disappointed when he told them he wasn’t seeing Nicole anymore. He usually didn’t discuss his private life with them, but seeing as it was Hailie who had arranged the whole thing, his relationship with Nicole had been a bit of an exception. Ever since they had learned he was dating someone - however new it was - they had been ecstatic. In the past, he had introduced a couple of girlfriends with whom things had become serious, but it had been a while now. He wondered how things would turn out with Y/N, and whether or not he would introduce her to them as his girlfriend. Obviously, they were just getting started and he didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he had a good feeling about their relationship. His relationship with Kim aside, he had never had such strong feelings for someone before even dating them. This one was special and he knew he had to step up his game and do his best not to fuck it up. 

The evening came and he got to the restaurant where Talia was celebrating her birthday. She was just getting back from her birthday trip with Jamal and had planned a lavish dinner at a fancy place. Everyone from the studio had been invited, as well as many other people. Normally, he would avoid such an event like the plague, but he actually liked Talia. They had become pretty good friends since he started hanging out with Y/N. Plus, he had confirmed his presence as soon as he had learned Y/N would be there - obviously, that was before learning that Josh had been invited as well… As soon as he arrived, Talia engulfed him in a hug and told him he would be seated next to Y/N, who would be between him and Josh. Ironically fitting to the situation. 

When she walked through the door, she was absolutely stunning. Josh was by her side, holding her hand. As she approached to “greet” him, he noticed she wasn’t wearing her sobriety pendant. It had been replaced by another necklace, a dainty gold heart pendant. He tried not to overthink it, but it definitely caught his attention. Josh also came to him and they shook hands. During dinner, he didn’t talk much. He could see Josh being all over Y/N, touching her every chance he would get. He’d been envious of that dude before, of course. Countless times, he had been the one who got to be with her, but he had always managed to keep his feelings in check. This time, however, it was different. Because she was his. And there was no way he would let Josh get away with it. Y/N was talking to Talia, who was in front of her, while Josh was holding her hand. He felt the need to remind her that he was there and that she was his. Just in case she’d forgotten. He made sure no one could spot him and rested his hand on her thigh. God bless tablecloths. He tried his best not to smile when she seemed slightly startled, although she didn’t stop her conversation. He gently started stroking her skin, going under the hem of her dress and he could see her blush slightly. 

Are you alright, Baby ? Josh asked her. 

Sure, she said with a smile. I’m… perfectly fine. 

Josh’s phone started to ring and he stepped outside to answer. She turned to him. 

What are you doing ? She whispered, confused. 

Bathroom. In two minutes, he whispered back before getting up. 

The many guests were busy talking and over-indulging in champagne so they would be most likely not to notice people getting in and out. He went to the bathroom and waited for her. A couple of minutes later, she stepped in, looking flustered. He could not resist the temptation to kiss her. He grabbed her lips passionately, bruisingly. 

Marshall, she whispered. Have you lost your mind ? 

I’ve just about lost my patience, Y/N, he said with a grin. If he touches you one more time, I swear… 

But he’s my boyfriend… 

And you’re mine, he reminded her. 

She looked at him, nervously biting her lip. He pulled her in and buried his face in her neck, teasing her sweet spot and causing her to moan softly. He started sucking on it harder but she stopped him. 

You’re crazy ! It’s going to leave a mark ! 

Maybe that’s what I want, he replied. 

Marshall, she said sternly. 

You better tell him to beat it or I will, he groaned. 

You wouldn’t. 

Want to bet ? He asked with a grin. 

She stared at him with an annoyed expression, but she wasn’t too convincing. He chuckled and kissed her again. 

Don’t try me, baby. Nice necklace, by the way. 

He stepped out of the bathroom and went back to the table. She joined him moments later, pretending as if nothing had happened. Josh came back shortly after and resumed the conversation. The evening went on and, in spite of a few people coming and talking to him, he still focused on Y/N, gazing at her whenever he got the chance. He was about to leave when he caught a conversation between her and Josh. 

You are so beautiful tonight, he said. Would you like to go back to my place and have a sleepover ? I missed you like crazy yesterday… 

I don’t know, she said softly. It’s late and I have work to do… 

I was thinking that maybe we could let Talia and Jamal have some alone time and… have some of our own, he said with a smile. 

He could have been a grown man and let it slide. But he was far too petty. He grabbed a glass of water and pretended to have a sip while he walked past Josh and “accidentally” spilled all over his shirt. 

Sorry man, he said. I didn’t see you there. 

Shi… I mean, it’s fine, Josh said. It happens. 

What can I say ? I’m clumsy, he shrugged. Anyway, I’m leaving. Goodnight. 

Y/N was staring at him in disbelief. She knew him too well and she probably could tell he was being an ass for the sport. He flashed a grin and left. It was probably for the best anyway : if he had to hear Josh mention having “alone time” with her, he would probably trip him down the stairs. He went back to his place. 

About three hours later, he was in bed reading a comic book and about to go to sleep when he heard his doorbell ring. He went to open the door and saw Y/N standing there. She had changed into some leggings and a hoodie and was wearing his pendant again. 

You really are an ass, do you know that ? She asked with a slight grin. 

Good evening to you too, he chuckled. I see you have refined your taste in jewelry again. What do you want ? 

Well I thought you might be interested in knowing that I have just become single, she said. 

You couldn’t be more wrong, he said as he pulled her to him for a deep kiss. You are very much spoken for and I’m going to prove it to you. 

[dawn-petrichor-world]

Once upon a time The master and the servant

Summary: Despite your countless relationship this one is your first.

Warning: Threesome. I don't need to be clear it's obvious. There's nothing hardcore.

+1.9k words not proofread

A/N: All links on my posts glitched. I fixed them but lose two works. This one and a French poem. So no choice but to post again. Enjoy.

Not everyone can’t do men’s tasks because people consider women weak and useful only for giving heirs to their husbands. That doesn’t stop you since you can walk to you dress yourself as a boy in public, to do sword training and others stuff. But you have duties as Oberyn Martell’s servant to his family for years but mostly his.

You are pretty close together, friends from the first day you met him that he knows many things about you even the ones you don’t, such as you are not interested in men and are still a virgin for penis.

Mutually you know he deeply loves sex and he’s highly attracted to you but as a gentleman, he always has respectful behaviour when you are around even though you caught him many times gawking at your body when you were shirtless or naked or masturbating himself and moaning your name.

This evening after spending time with your best friend walking in the streets and drinking plenty of beverages here and there, both of you end up drunk in unprecedented ways and overjoyed running away to filching some food, you kiss him, curious about what tastes men’s lips. Not quite different from a girl. “I dreamt of you, two nights ago,” you laugh and slip your tongue into his mouth, undoubtedly, he exchanges that kiss with you and even if he wants more he tries to not freak you out and replies to you, "I keep picturing your fingers on my skin." With all the alcohol in his veins his thoughts are blurry but he says while he’s kissing you that he wants to do something in privacy with you. He steps back, gazes at you panting and readjusting your clothes, grabs your hand and steers you to his room. He press gently his lips on your forehead and says “Tonight is all about you,” he left you there and come back minutes later with someone else.

At the same time, anxiety fills every part of your body, you could create a rift by walking back and forth in his bedroom but suddenly the door opens, making your heart beat faster than seconds ago, to reveal the seductive chocolate-haired man joined by a woman. “To make you comfortable.” He whispers and kisses the back of your hands and winks at you.

She is ravishing, with a terra cotta skin colour, long and curly black hair tied on a side of her shoulder. Her hazelnut eyes stare at you which could swallow you up but the garment she’s wearing draws more of your attention. The red sheer dress exposes under your eyes she’s wholly naked in it. Her outstanding face looks familiar but far to be sober right now and the dim light in the room doesn’t help. She walks right to you, raises her hands to cup your face and crashes her lips against yours. Her breasts are pressing yours and her tongue dancing with yours, driving you quickly insane, so you run your fingers in her hair for a favour kiss.

It’s like a ballet dance between the two of you until you crash on the bed to continue to kiss eachother while Oberyn after admiring you, he finally takes his shirt off and joins you by kissing your neck as if he knew your weak spot.

He puts himself in the middle of you two, her standing behind him and you straddling him to access easier to you by slipping up his hands under your shirt from your waist to your breast and creating shivers through your spine, then he kisses your belly and lightly goes up. You feel once in a while his tongue licking your skin and he takes off all the fabrics on you.

Everything starts to buzz and makes you throw your head back, the woman standing up on the bed continues to kiss you while your friend plays with your breast and rubs your upper body.

The woman half naked helps Oberyn with his clothes while they’re kissing each other and he finally lays himself on the bed.

Now completely naked, they’re kissing your body making you jolt and moan louder many times.

On his back, Oberyn leads you to sit on him while the gorgeous goddess crawls behind you to kiss you again. One of her hands on your breast squeezes your nipple while the other plays with your clit or from time to time inside of you.

Your crotch is near to his face, you see it but are still drunk by her kiss and the alcohol it’s like nothing makes you uncomfortable even when she puts her hands on your inner thighs and recommends you to spread your legs wider.

At the instant you’re obeyed, something warm and wet licks you, a weird and nice feeling there makes your heart beat faster as well as your breath then you start to moan but it sticks in your throat.

“Love! Don’t kiss her while she moans, I need to hear her beautiful voice.” requests Oberyn. Then while he gazed at you, his upper face disappears again and his tongue rolls inside you.

You handle the sheet tightly, try to move away but the grip of the arms is strong and your man-whore friend buries his face deeper into you until your moans sound like screams because you cum in his mouth.

Finally release, you slowly fall and try to catch your breath for a second and then roll on your side to face the woman to kiss and lick her body, up to her rosewood sultry lips but you’ve been stopped. She sits up and put you on her to slide her finger in you.

Oberyn appears in front of you, grabs your jaw and licks your lips but instead of a kiss your suck his thumb, look into his eyes and moan at the same time.

“If you keep looking at me this way I won’t resist you any longer.” He explains but you slide your hand down and up, stop at his ass, squeeze it and pull him closer to you.

He growls and removes his thumbs and kisses you. It’s like you make him crazy, he bites your lips and his tongue rolls with yours.

You are about to cum again and moan louder, your head on his chest but he lifts your chin “I love the way you look, don’t hide it from me.” He says.

Her fingers back and forth inside of you and her mouth sucking your nipple. It’s too much, it’s coming. You try to keep your eyes open but you close them, scream and toss your head back.

Still a gentleman he catches you, lays you on the bed so gently. He even removes some sticky wet hair on your face but the most beautiful thing he did it’s giving you a glass of water before making scream the other woman.

They are beautiful together, their skins against each other, the water pearls shedding on the woman's back, their months when they kiss. Everything turns you on quickly.

When comes her turn to rest, Oberyn crawls at you, but something between his legs draws your attention and makes you jump. “Oberyn Martell, how is that possible you are still turned on and hard down there?” You ask afraid. He only smirks at you.

He acts differently, sweeter and more patient even if minutes ago he was rough and passionate with her.

His big and warm hand gently on your side face with his pinky finger rubbing your neck gives you a shiver along your spine, his mustache tickling the top of your lips when he kisses you softly and his tongue makes its way in your mouth and meets yours. All of that makes you addicted when he stops.

- “I want you to feel more comfortable, not afraid. You already trust me, don’t you?”

You nod and attend to taste his lips but he stays back and adds, “If it hurts or you want to stop, let me know.” He knows you are not listening to him, looking at his lips and trying to reach them. “Cupcake, listen to me.”

You roll your eyes, push him on his back and make your way to his waist by kissing his thigh and licking his sacks, the length and the tip, open widely your mouth to bury it in you and make you gag.

Unexpected in amazing ways, Oberyn wants to regret the sensation but you put his hands on your breasts and make them massage you while your crotch rubs his and then lift your ass and slide his penis inside of you.

He squeezes your nipples and moans but once deep and you start to wiggle your hips, he tries to be on top.

You push him back and tut to make clear you are in charge. He raises an eyebrow and grins happily for only a second, replaced by a pleasuring expression because you’re rolling your hips.

The lady sits on his face bend over you to kiss you. Now you are less shy and the impacts of the alcohol are less present so you touch her soft skin. You lick your fingers, roll them against her clit delicately then speed up the movement to finally slip them into her vagina. The back and forth of your fingers, the fact your twist and curl them in her, plus your mouth sucking and your teeth teasing nipple make her dig her nails in Oberyn's skin. Both of them are moaning louder and louder, you feel them shuddering beneath you and finally you cum together.

She falls on the side, trying to recover. You fall on your best friend’s chest still in you who runs your back and runs his fingers in your hair, you lift your eyes to admire him and bite his chin while you scratch lightly his side and dig your nails into his skin.

- “At least let me recover before…” he cuts himself off, you can’t help it particularly when you feel him getting hard in you.

He sighs and tries again to be on the top but in vain. You move your ass up and down, scratch his body harder than before and bite his body. You make him crazy and want to be rough, so a trial of power between the two of you starts. He puts his hands around your neck to choke you that you grab, one still on you and the other you decide to suck his fingers while he increases the thrust and you wiggle on him.

This second time is better even if the sex with two people and of course another woman is fabulous but your relationships with Oberyn Martell make things different.

The sun appears in the bedroom warming your naked skin, the birds singing wakes you up. You slept between them your head on his chest, you snake out his arms and the bed but fall loudly. Thankfully nothing wakes them up. You pick up a sheet on the ground and wrap your body into it and tiptoe out of the room.

Nobody seems to be awake but it won’t last any longer.

- “Will you avoid us, will you avoid me after what happened?” says a voice behind you making you jump. Oberyn is standing in front of you, naked like a worm and concerned for you.

- “I’m just a servant, my Prince.”

“But we are friends, you are my best friend.”

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[storiesoflilies]

cherry cola, cigarette kisses

pairing: guitarist!toji fushiguro x singer!reader

warnings: slight age gap (reader is 25, toji is 30), mentions of drugs and alcohol, smoking, swearing.

a/n: a little drabble for the ‘jujutsu journal’ collab by @ayyy-pee. dividers by @/benkeibear.

people came to see the band live really just to catch a glimpse of the two of them in person.

of her, with her cream linen summer dresses, lips painted red like the cans of cherry cola she drank on stage between sets, dainty gold rings adorning her fingers, silk red ribbons tied in pretty big bows on her wrists, and matching platform heels. her with a voice so cool and suave, like ice, that it made all the boys go crazy for her.

and of him, toji fushiguro. with his cigarette smoke voice, all husk and fire, and veiny hands that held his guitar with practiced finesse. with his guitar solos that made you want to throw your head back in ecstasy, and his rolled-up sleeves to expose his corded forearms, driving the girls wild with desire.

people came to see them play and see the way they moved together.

when she sang, toji would close his eyes and tilt his head back, lost in the ecstasy that was the privilege of listening to her art. plucking the strings of his electric guitar along to play a tune to support her voice, like a flowing stream carrying along a floating feather. he let the vibrations of the bass through the speakers and reverberate into his bones, feeling the thrum of the crowd with their phone lights flashing and swaying, and inhaling the scent of sweat and dreams in the air.

god, his girlfriend was so fucking cool, and they all didn’t even know the half of it.

they didn’t know how pretty she looked when she danced naked in the dark in front of their penthouse views of the city lights below. with red wine swirling in her glass amidst a smokey haze, he’d exhale a big fume of his joint, and think to himself that he was so goddamn lucky to have picked up that crumpled, wet ‘guitarist wanted’ flyer all those years ago.

of course, the world didn’t know just how lucky toji was just yet.

she’d sing such pretty words, especially about the world thinking you were too young to understand the things you felt. words about everyone telling you that you couldn’t possibly grasp the way things were supposed to work, when in fact, you actually did – perhaps better than everyone else did. toji had been one of those things for her before. their bandmates had been adamantly against the older man pursuing her when they first met four years ago. she was their sweet little cherry, and they didn’t want the ash of him and his cigarettes falling on and ruining her delicate skin.

“she’s too young,” they’d all said. “too dumb to know what you are, fushiguro.”

toji had let their words get to him, the indignant and prideful fire within razing everything to the ground, and disappeared into his studio apartment with only his bong for company. he’d been there for a long time, refusing to answer any of her or the band’s calls, until she showed up knocking at his door in the middle of the night. her makeup was smeared and her vanilla scented perfume still lingered, while he was lost halfway in a dream of minefields, complex labyrinths, and booby traps.

“don’t leave me too,” she’d begged, a tumbling mess of tears, and practically collapsed as she gripped his arms for all she was worth. “not you, please.”

he melted into her right there and then.

toji shushed her softly, holding her close as they lay there in a tangled heap on the floor. he watched as his tears landed on her hair, feeling his high crashing down. “but i’m no good for you, babygirl.”

“nobody is good for each other, toji. love is fucking awful and tears your heart apart, but i still want to do it with you.”

and that was that.

but nobody else knew about them.

they’d been a secret for two years now, and toji had decided that this was it – she was it. his best girl, no other woman would ever compare to her. but she was so nervous, always so good, about what their bandmates and the fans would think. she didn’t want to break anybody’s heart, but toji didn’t care about that anymore.

they belonged to each other, and fuck, the whole world needed to know it. and if they didn’t like it? well, they could go and choke on it.

she swayed back and forth, staring at toji with heart eyes, and and teasingly stuck her tongue out to the side. that was his cue, and the fans knew it too, for him to take control of the music with his fingers and let himself and his guitar run wild. of course, it was to put on a good show, but he knew it was really because she loved his guitar solos more than anyone else did.

“i want you to play guitar for me all the time,” she said one time, teeth stained gray from the wine, twirling in lazy circles as toji strummed his acoustic guitar. “especially when i die, so i can hear the sound of heaven before i go.”

toji abruptly stopped playing and frowned, “don’t even talk about something like that. i’m supposed to go before you anyways, y’know i’m the old one.

“shut up, i can’t live without you.”

he stared at her as he played, never taking his eyes off how she danced and swayed. he watched as she went over to their drummer and pressed a kiss to their cheek. a hot flare of jealousy coursed through his blood, and toji picked up the pace, forcing their drummer to focus and step it up a notch to keep up with him. sweat dripped from his forehead, his dark hair sticking to it in stringy strands, and he licked his lips, tasting salt.

“yeah,” toji thought. “it’s do or die now.”

she took a swig of cherry cola, lipstick stains on the rim, as toji coaxed his solo into an earth-shattering crescendo, sending the crowd into a frenzy of whoops and cheers. still, he never took his eyes off her, following her every movement as he stopped the music suddenly in a dramatic conclusion.

the crowd clapped for the end of the song, and toji lit a cigarette to settle his buzzing nerves, his chest heaving with exertion. she floated over to him, smiling softly, red lipstick slightly faded from the cola, licking her lips as she tilted her head at him. he knew she could read him like a book; she knew something was wrong.

“what is it?” she whispered, being careful not to face the crowd directly.

“let’s do it, babygirl,” toji rasped, taking another long drag from his cigarette.

her eyebrows shot up, and she gaped. “now, toji? right now?”

“yeah, c’mon. let’s drive ‘em all crazy,” he chuckled, blowing his smoke away from her face.

“you mean it, toji?” she frowned, her pretty little heart so goddamn nervous about everyone else’s feelings but her own.

toji flicked his cigarette, adjusted his guitar to his side, and smiled. “let’s not think anymore, let’s just do.”

with that, he pulled her in by the waist and planted a kiss right onto her plush lips. bitter cigarette and sweet cherry flavors mixed intoxicatingly as their mouths danced together, eliciting shocked gasps followed by an almost deathly silence.

and then, it exploded.

the camera flashes went astronomically wild, accompanied cheering that bordered on plain screaming and raving, as a thousand hearts broke and millions swooned. she relaxed into him, putting her hands onto his broad, sweaty chest, flushed from the heat of the moment and the thrill of performing. they pulled apart, his lips swollen and hers tingly, and it was just the two of them amidst the eyes of thousands. she giggled, a nervous bark at the revelation of how their lives were going to change now, and toji beamed.

“you’re trouble, toji fushiguro,” she breathed out, chin on his chest as she gazed up at him in adoration.

toji chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and mumbled, “i’m your trouble.”

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[gottagofastpietro]

j-stcrm

Johnny barely got the words out before Pietro was gone. But then he was back as quick as he’d disappeared, seeming like he couldn’t find the words himself. Johnny just looked at him, his heart pounding so fast that it sounded like a rushing in his ears. He pushed himself off the booth wall, wincing when he heard it creak beneath him, and silently walked over to him. Even in this situation, Johnny was enough of himself to pull a face at what Pietro said. “Can you even run over an ocean? And shut up. You’re not turning yourself in to Hydra.” Johnny looked at him for a moment longer, falling silent. His head was spinning and nothing was making sense to him at all. Everything in him was telling him to brush this off. Say it was the heat of the moment and they got caught up in feelings. But even though his mind was saying that, his body was telling him to do something different apparently. If the way he was still walking towards Pietro was any indication of that. “I don’t -- “ Johnny stopped again, tilting his head to look up at him because that’s how significant their height difference was. And if that alone wasn’t enough of a reminder he had no idea what the hell he was doing. But then he decided to just stop thinking and, with a tilt of his head, that flirtatious, womanizing asshole persona that Pietro accused him of using was back in place. He was going to hate himself tomorrow, he knew it. Not breaking eye contact, he said, “I think we’ve been at this thing long enough.”

This was not his bed. It wasn't the tower at all. In and of itself, that wasn't alarming -- he'd been staying with Johnny since the injury. Sleeping on his shitty couch. That was the alarming part. This was not the shitty couch.

He was in Johnny's bed.

And he remembered exactly how he got here. And what happened when they landed in the sheets. In the moment, he'd felt that drunken haze, that heady feeling that pushed him forward without thought, just instinct. But it was all crystal clear in his head. Johnny flashed that stupid smile, the one he flashed for all the girls, the one Pietro mocked him relentlessly for -- he flashed it one time and Pietro crumbled. Now here he was, laying naked in his best friend's bed. Alone.

It took him a moment to realize it. To realize that his arm was actually reaching for something, not just moving aimlessly. But all his fingers found was a cold side of the bed. Pietro frowned, sitting up. Johnny's absence left him feeling awkward, over-exposed. He leaned over and snatched his clothes off the floor, tall enough to not have to leave the bed until he had pants on at least. His shirt was nowhere to be found. Just like Johnny. Obviously, he wasn't going to stick around. That made a sick kind of sense in Pietro's head, the same way it had when Johnny flashed him that stupid smile. He fell for it, sure, but he knew what he was falling for. He was just a fling, like the string of girls before him. At the time, he thought maybe that would be enough. That it would scratch this itch inside him, chase away this feeling he didn't understand, didn't want to understand.

But he still felt it. Felt a pang and twist in his chest staring at the empty side of the bed. Pietro pushed it down as much as he could, covered it with irritation because that old standby was so helpful. Anger was good. He held onto that thought as he threw the door open, stomping out towards the kitchen. He'd find his stupid shirt, then get back to the Tower, and he'd --

He stopped dead in his tracks. There was his shirt. Clinging to Johnny's body. Pietro had been tortured before, but this felt cruel. He looked so gorgeous that Pietro wanted to march over there, rip it off him, and pick up exactly where they'd left off last night. "You're... here," he said, realizing that he hadn't said anything. Just stormed out and stared. "You're here, and you're wearing my shirt."

[obetrolncocktails]

Touch | Josh Kiszka X Plus!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Discussion of being plus sized, allusion to trauma related to being plus sized, "Fat," Minors DNI: graphic sexual content, oral (f., m. giving and receiving), unprotected sex, pullout game, finish in mouth...

Summary: You had spent so many years of your life accepting that you were fat and that you'd be alone forever. If you couldn't have a man that loved you for you, you'd do just fine alone...until Josh Kiszka walked into your life.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: this was refreshing to write! Especially since it's been a long time since I've written for you guys. I hope you enjoy this one!!

“Have you tried Weight Watchers? Considered exercise? Keto! I’ve heard people lose like crazy amounts of weight on that diet.”

Diet: A simple, four letter word that was the undoing of your confidence since the fifth grade. “Slow down, you’re eating like a pig,” your mother had said to you one night at the dinner table. She didn’t know how hurtful and lasting her harsh words were, but they still linger today. You still hear her words. Every time you look at social media and step out of the comfort of your home, you’d face the truth that fat people just don’t belong. You’d lived many years within the category ‘fat,’ and had a chronic habit of denying yourself the freedom of genuinely living without giving a fuck what anyone thought. And you thought you’d live that way forever, doomed to repeat the cycle. Until Josh. 

And now, here he was, buried flush between your legs, eating you out the best you’d ever received a man or woman’s mouth. Ever. 

Well laugh it up bitches–because he’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow in my own bed, in my own apartment. He knows I’m fat–and he LOVES it. Except I’m wasting time feeling sorry for myself. 

“Hey, hey hey,” Josh said, lifting himself off of you and propping himself up on his forearms. “You’re not here right now,” he said, reaching for your thigh to stroke the soft, supple skin. “Should we stop?” He asked carefully, his deep, chocolate eyes searching yours, pulling you from your thoughts back into the dimly lit room where you both lay naked, exposed before one another. 

You shook your head no. “Please no..” You said finally. “I was just thinking…” You spoke, considering if you wanted to pause to have the conversation with him or not. He didn’t resume, but you didn’t really expect him to, either. He knew you too well and was an expert at deciphering you, no matter if you wanted him to or not. He sat up straight, sitting with his legs folded underneath him. 

“Talk to me,” he asked softly. “What are you thinking about?” He reached for your hands and pulled you upright.  You closed your legs and sat up with your legs crossed, debating of whether to tell him the truth. You decided to because you  knew that he cared enough to listen through whatever was bothering you, and he wouldn’t jusde you for it, either.  

“I’m thinking about me being fat,” you blurted, feeling the words spill from your tongue, sparing no thought to smooth over how bluntly they filled the room. 

“Okay,” he said, holding out the last syllable in a matter-of-fact tone. “What about it?” He asked, unaware of the weight that the three letter word had on your tongue and brain for so many years. 

Fat.

“I don’t know, I just kinda sabotaged myself, I think.” Josh reached to secure both of your hands in his. “Started thinking about all the hateful shit people have said to me and I just kinda got distracted.”

“Did I do something to make you think about those things?” He asked softly, his tone completely neutral. He hadn’t done anything, no. But he did touch you. His hands had smoothed over every inch of your body. Every roll, every divot, and imperfection was caressed, kissed, and admired by him. Even so, it took everything in you not to wince when his fingertips grazed the parts of your body you wished you could hide, conceal, chop off… 

“No, you didn’t do anything,” you told him. “You touched me.” 

His gaze muddied with confusion, because duh! Of course, he had touched you. “You don’t understand,” you continued. “You touched me tonight in places that I would never let anyone even look at. You touched my belly a few minutes ago and it made me start to overthink,” you explained, feeling both embarrassed and stupid. Nonetheless, you needed him to know, so you kept going. “It made me think about all of the awful things people have said to me. Done to me. Even my own mother.” You averted eye contact with him for a moment before looking back at him. “It wasn’t you, I promise. I’m sorry.” 

You hadn’t noticed, but the entire time you spoke, his thumbs softly stroked the skin of your hands as he held them, silently listening to every word, watching your every move. He let silence drift through the room for a long moment before speaking again. “Y/n, you don’t ever have to apologize to me for being honest,” he assured you with understated intensity. “Never–and I’m so sorry you’ve gone through those things. I wish I could take that pain away from you, but I can’t,” he said honestly–and he was right. He couldn’t undo the years of scrutiny you’d been given. 

“But I can tell you and show you how much I love your body,” he said, his eyes deepening. “I won’t touch anything that makes you feel insecure, but I want you to know. I don’t care that you’re fat. I don’t care what you weigh. I don’t care what you eat. I don’t care if you exercise. I only care that you know that you are wanted. Very, very much, might I add.” The final words came out of his mouth hungrily, and looking up at him you could see his cheeks clearly flushed with need. 

You looked into his eyes, and he didn’t waver. With the depth of his gaze, you knew he was telling the truth. He wanted you in this moment, but you needed to let him in. You sat for another moment before declaring, “Then show me. Show me, Josh.” You said, opening yourself back up to him. 

“May I touch you again?” He asked first, verbally requesting permission from you. 

“Anywhere.” 

“Anywhere?” He nodded as if to convince himself that he heard you correctly. 

“Anywhere,” you affirmed, pulling him by his arm to once again take you with his mouth. And just like that, he was on top of you, his mouth on yours in a breathy kiss. His lips and tongue tasted of you, surging more warmth between your thighs as his approach intensified, his lips breaking from yours to travel down your neck to the swell of your full breasts, his tongue finding and circling around an erect nipple, flicking it playfully in his mouth before applying gentle suction. Next came his fingertips; His hand had wandered undetected, landing between your thighs, his fingertips fluttering gently upon your clit and folds, deftly rolling soft spirals around the bud, collecting and dispersing a thick layer of of your own slick upon the sensitive skin. Your back arched reflexively against his touch and you bit at your bottom lip as he pressed his weight against your body, holding you down against the bed. His lips dragged from your tits to your belly, sucking hot wet kisses onto the supple skin however and wherever he pleased, determined to leave proof of being there.

“Still okay?” he asked in a low, husky murmur. 

“Absolutely. Don’t stop,” you nodded enthusiastically, squeezing his free arm. You fell back against the pillows, closing your eyes as you traced his movement, creating a map of where he has been, and where he has yet to go. He moved lower and lower until you both knew what was coming next. He teased your entrance with the pad of his thumb, licking, kissing, and flitting his tongue and lips against your swollen clit. The fullness of his thumb felt so good, but it didn’t stop you from wanting so much more, until he surprised you with one finger, then two curling upward inside of you. 

“Mm, so fucking hot and tight on my fingers, Y/n,” he praised you, gasping for another breath. You could hear his lips on your pussy, the sound your wetness made upon his face, tongue and lips as they fucked into you. 

“Fuck, Josh!” you moaned, reaching your hand down to grasp a fistful of his curls in your hand. You could feel his soft stubble beginning to abrase your skin, but it only added to the sensation of the moment. You pulled him against you as if his hair were reins. With the leverage you had, you fucked up into his face with your hips, bouncing as best you could from the bed. Before you knew it, you felt your core swelling with fullness, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer like this. He scrambled off of the mattress, his hands darting to his belt and pants, getting them off and tossing them to the floor while you waited desperately for his return. When he finally stood naked before you, he needed no preparation; his cock was fully erect and stiff, ready to give you the fuck of your life-the fuck you deserved. He would make love to you later, but now? Now he needed you to know that he found you undeniably sexy and that there was nothing on this planet that could or would stop him from ever wanting or needing you. 

He took his cock firmly in his hand, stroking it a few times before crawling onto the bed and reaching for you to spread your legs and reorient your body. You watched the intensity in his expression-how drawn and downturned his eyebrows had grown as he lined himself up against your hot and slick entrance. You knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside. He pushed himself into you slowly, and you immediately felt how big he was, and how he filled you completely. You couldn’t help but squeeze your walls around his cock.

“Fuck,” you moaned, watching him wrap his arms around your legs stroking into you slowly, bearing his weight down to fuck into you as deep as he could before backing away and repeating the process. He started slow, his eyes falling shut. He bit his lip as he focused. 

“You are so. Fucking. Tight.” he muttered sloppily as he took in a relieving breath, having held it unintentionally. You responded to his observation by purposefully gripping his cock again. “Fuck!” he moaned, turning his head to kiss the softness of your leg. “Your pussy is incredible.” 

You enjoyed the way the word sounded coming from his lips. As if he owned it. “Say that again,” you ordered breathlessly.

He found your eyes, looking into them as he spoke. “I love your fucking pussy. I love it,” he repeated, withdrawing an arm from your leg to meet your clit with his thumb, rubbing in a slew of patterns to leave you writhing up in down in unexplainable pleasure. 

“Oh fuck. Fuck! Just like that,” you encouraged. “Keep going. Don’t stop. I need more,” you plead with him. 

“I don’t plan to stop, honey. Not until we’re both good and satisfied,” he said in a low growl. His face had turned several shades of pink from exertion, his eyes dropped half open and his mouth had fallen slack as he worked to vary the depth and intensity of each stroke. You wanted all of him and everything he had to offer. 

“Come here,” you said softly. He obliged, lowering himself so that he was flush ontop of you and you lay face to face as he fucked so deftly into you. His lips tasted of salt, mixed with the clean scent of his skin. His hands cradled your face gently, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as his gaze bored through you. You felt his fingertips mussing at the hair at your neck, but you knew he was doing it unconsciously. You could see the emerging orgasm coming; his expression gave it away. Suddenly, he retracted a hand from your face and placed it back between your legs to finger your clit again. His hands moved just right. Just right. He never stayed in one place for too long, and the pressure he placed on your clit and folds as he fucked into you sped your closer and closer to cumming. You were only mere seconds behind him. 

“Cum on my cock, baby,” he huffed raggedly, stroking into you faster, but not too fast–not too hard. He was absolutely perfect in the way he held you, fucking you with his cock and fingers, determined to leave you feeling inarguably satisfied. Your body, like his, was covered in a thick layer of sweat, allowing your bodies to slide against one another in just the right way. 

“Im so close. I’m gonna cum,” you finally groaned. You  reached to grab a fistful of sheets, but his hands shot upward to pull them to his chest instead as he moved into a new position, bearing his weight against his palms as he pounded deeper and deeper into your core. And then there was a fullness raging through your core that you couldn’t control any longer. “Josh-Josh!” You groaned louder, pushing against his chest as if to get him away from you, but he only locked himself more securely to you, looking into your eyes as he drove you off of the cliff. You vision went white as you finally came, as if stars were bursting and fizzing within your veins. Every bodily function seemed to pause in an instant as you arched and writhed helplessly against him, your thighs having a mind as their own as they bucked against his. He finally sat completely upright and pulled his arms around your legs as he threw your body weight against his thrust, sending his cock the deepest it had been. 

“Fuck!” He spat, his face dripping with sweat, his prim curls having fallen in a loose, damp halo as he pounded into you. He pulled out at the very last moment, fisting his cock desperately as he scrambled to your mouth where you took all of him, instinctively rolling your lips around his thick, hot shaft. He held your head in place as he unloaded, thrusting into your mouth. You took it in stride, doing whatever he needed. The noises that came out of his mouth could have made you cum again. He sounded inexplicably vulnerable and blissful as he fell apart above you. You felt his body rock and hitch as he came, and you squeezed his thigh, pulling him in closer. He wasted no time basking in his own satisfaction, though. He lowered himself to kiss you deeply, now tasting himself on your lips as he captured and sealed the last passionate vestiges of the moment. He plastered his body to yours, rolling you around on the bed so that his fingers were knotted deep within your hair, his lips pressed to yours over and over. You slept that night cuddled up to him completely naked. You were tired of hiding, and this man did everything in his power to coax you out of the safe, but unrewarding cocoon you had claimed for so many years. He made you feel beautiful–for all of your imperfections, for the extra pounds, for the funny laugh you couldn’t get rid of, for the poor taste in reality tv shows you had, he had made you feel radiant. You’d cling to that for as long as you could because you knew one thing for certain:

Joshua Michael Kiszka was a real fucking man.

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[espritmuse]

okayyyy but dom bully mikasa who starts being mean to you when you get too close to eren and tells you you’re acting like such a slut around him until one day she eventually fucks you stupid calling you the same names and making you tell her your hers

—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mikasa Ackerman x Reader

⌕ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: semi public sex (school bathrooms), fingering, cunnilingus, meankasa and possessive Mikasa, a bit of degradation. [1.3 words.]

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: The beginning is just for a bit of context, you can just go right to the smut if ur too horny, it’s the best moment I guess…. (Yeah it is)

— 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 —

Mikasa knew very well where this little game was going. Since the very beginning. But can you blame her for playing with you like she did? it was so fun, seeing you getting all flustered, seeing your eyes avoiding hers when you both met in the school corridors.

A boy. A stupid and meaningless boy. It was the problem, or rather, her excuse for treating you like she always does. Accidents, like she calls them in front of the headteacher when she is, once again, sent to his office.

But the line was definitely crossed last Saturday night, when you went to her boyfriend’s birthday party. Eren Yeager. It took you some time, perhaps too much time to finally realise and understand that jealousy was the cause of all of your mistreatment.

Daggers piercing your skin. That’s what her dark black eyes would’ve thrown if they could when her boyfriend shared his cup of alcohol with you. You weren’t that close to him, you weren’t even really his friend, but that was already too much, apparently. Since then, insults and humiliations got worse, so much worse.

“Slut.” This is what you could read on the body of your car, written in red paint. Eyes wide and mouth agape, you tried to use the sleeve of your shirt to wash the paint out, without any success. You looked stupid, like this, on the parking lot; and she didn’t miss a second of it.

3PM in the school restroom. That was the time and the place you were supposed to meet her at. You accepted, for some unknown reason, after reading it on the piece of paper she had left on your car. Curiosity, as it may be.

And there she was. Awaiting for you, her back pressed on the white wall, an unamused expression on her face. Unamused, until she heard your footsteps walking down to her.

Black nail polish. It was what her nails were painted with when she slowly slid them down your pants, looking straight at you, eyes lost in your own gaze, searching for the slightest glimpse of disapprobation.

Nowhere to be found.

“Don’t make any loud noises. You’ll regret it” She advised spitefully, in an inaudible whisper, her lips almost caressing yours. “Understood?” She then questioned rhetorically.

“Y…yes” you answered uncertainly, still a bit confused of what was just occurring in front of you.

“Good girl. Open your legs.” She announced in a rough voice. An order, that’s what it really sounded like.

You did so, spreading both of your lower members without any difficulties on the bathroom cabinet, sitting in-between the two sinks. Your movement seemed to please her because her lips curved into a small angelic and exited smile. The black haired woman placed both of her hand on each individual knees before pulling you closer to her.

She put one knee on the floor, then the second, before pulling down your underwear swiftly with her fingers. It was delicate, surprisingly. Your eyes weren’t missing a single piece of this moment, amazed and still a bit shocked.

“You’re a dirty girl you know. Couldn’t have guessed that.” She remarked, holding your pink lace lingerie in her pale hand, her curious and mocking gaze all over your underwear. “I wonder if the top is the same.” She started after dropping your pantie on the bare floor, “or let me guess, you’re not even wearing anything under your shirt? Hm?”

“I…”

“Shh…bad girls don’t talk.” She said, standing back up quickly and placing her hand on your face, her thumb caressing your cheek. You couldn’t even tell what was going on in her mind, her movements towards you didn’t give any further details. Was she playing with you? Maybe one of her friends was hiding and recording all of that? You didn’t know. You should’ve stopped.

But you didn’t want to.

Mikasa took both sides of your skirt and lifted it a bit, exposing your pubis to her perverted gaze and, suddenly, her mouth was painted with a very big and bright smile, as if this scenery was all the needed, everything she always wanted.

You were now all naked, with the exception of your skirt, that was still covering your ass and not allowing the cold surface to come in contact with your bare skin.

And yeah, she was right, you weren’t wearing anything under your shirt.

Her tongue wandering playfully around your warm core, you mentally begged her to pleasure you. You needed it, so, so much. It's funny when you think about it; you just hated her more than anyone on this earth some minutes ago and now, she’s between your legs at your most vulnerable state.

“Mikasa…. Can you…” you tried to say.

“Quiet.” She replied spitefully, the sound of her voice slightly muffled since her head was buried in your lower body. The raven-haired woman placed both of your legs on her shoulders, your knees bending at the curve of her bones.

It’s her tongue that you felt first, sliding slowly between your fold, trying to find its way to your clit. And it did find, pretty quickly, like it always belonged here. She moved it very slowly, at first, making sure to not hurt you or making you uncomfortable.

You grabbed her black hair, trying to keep your noises for yourself, as she ordered you to some minutes prior. You could feel every little thing, her steady and serene breath on your vulva, her nose brushing slightly against your mons pubis and her right hand stroking gently your right knee.

“See? When you close this fucking mouth…” she said between loud respiration. It seemed like she was talking to herself, actually. But you still listened carefully. “You…you’re fucking delicious…I knew it.” She continued, her words feeling even better on your clit because of the air she was releasing when she was pronouncing them.

Two fingers. Or maybe three, you couldn’t even tell. She started moving them very slowly inside of you, trying to follow the rhythm of her tongue at the same time. It was the same identical pace, you could tell. It felt fantastic.

You couldn’t even stop the noises from escaping your lips, it was impossible. Never in your life you have felt that great, that pleasured.

Her lips and tongue sucking on your clit, you almost didn’t notice when she replaced her mouth with her thumb. She got up from the dirty floor of the bathroom and got closer to you and, as a whisper, planted some soft kisses on your temples and your nose. You glimpsed a change in her behaviour, almost unnoticeable, but it was here.

“Mika….Mikasa…it…” you tried to say once again, but this time she didn’t interrupt you or, not directly; you simply couldn’t talk anymore.

“It feels good doesn’t it baby?” She whispered in your ear sensually. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” She continued.

“V…very very good…” you mumbled.

“Very good? Is that so?” She questioned gently, her knuckles moving back and forth inside your folds. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” She asked as well after noticing your hands, who tried to grab her shirt uncontrollably.

You nodded quickly. But she stopped.

“You’re mine. Do you understand?” Mikasa said, looking straight in your eyes, a devilish smile on her angelic face.

“Mhh…. Please….why did you…” You protested, not even paying attention to the things she was saying.

“I won’t continue if you don’t say it back.”

“I… I’m y…yours…”

You finally felt her hands moving back in your body, allowing you to properly cum, your head buried in the crook of her neck as she was trying to keep her balance with her free hand, positioned on the mirror behind you.

“Turns out I was right all this time huh?” She started, once out of the bathroom, both of you looking all innocent, as if nothing had happened. “You’re such a slut.” She quietly proceeded in your ear.

You were right too, it was jealousy all of this time.

Thank you a lot for reading <333 reblogs and comments are pretty much welcomed !! Have a nice day!

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[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Night at the Manor

(citrus under the cut)

The lights were low, and the room was cool.  Snowflakes gusted by the windows, sometimes flurries, other times thick waves of white.  This was a night for a blizzard, and every soul in the city had done their best to hunker down.  Normally Riven would have spent the evening reading or studying--perhaps going to bed early to sleep out the storm.  But tonight (praise the Twelve) there was a happy change to the status quo.

“Mmmm.”  With a low moan, Riven gyrated her hips.  She was still clad in the lingerie set she’d bought as a present for herself, white lace with blue accents.  Beneath her Estinien growled. His hair was strewn across the pillows, his muscles tense as he clutched at her hips.  He was nude save for his smalls, and Riven rubbed herself against the enticing bulge just beneath the fabric.  Heat coiled in her belly, but there was no rush to continue on just yet--the friction of her panties and Estinien’s length felt too good to stop.

“It took you long enough to get in here.”  She breathed, running a hand over Estinien’s chest. 

“Blame your brothers.”  Estinien growled.  “Including Artoirel.  My quarters are the furthest guest suite, and I’m certain Helgrim has a guard watching your section of the roof on purpose.  Otherwise I’d already have been in here every night.”  Riven gasped as he thrust his hips up on that last statement. 

“Are you telling me you don’t feel confident enough in your skills to sneak past the Fortemps Knight-Dragoon captain?”  She teased.

“I’ve been without you long enough.  I’d rather take the safer route of the house passageways than deal with whatever hellspawned-trap system they have set up outside.”  Estinien let his eyes roam over Riven’s body.  She was beautiful in the white fabric, lace and beading combining in delicate patterns atop her skin. Her skin was flushed pink, and her eyes closed as she tipped her head back, exposing her throat. Bliss radiated off her, and Estinien pushed himself up, teasingly swiping his tongue over the pulse in Riven's neck.

"You have too many clothes on." He rumbled, lifting his hands to the front of the bra. One twist and it would be gone.

"You should be naked." Faint alarms went off in Riven's head and her hands immediately flew up to grip Estinien's wrists.

"Don't you dare!" She hissed. "Do not rip this one!" Estinien, damn him, smirked. His blood was rising further, it was rare he could provoke Riven's physical strength. He could free his wrists but it would be a struggle. The fact that Riven was on par with him for both fighting ability and strength was one of the things he adored about her.

"I'll buy you a new one." He said.

"You already owe me several bras and panties!”  With a grunt, Riven pushed Estinien back down onto the mattress, and then loomed over him.

“Lie still!  I’m in charge.” 

“Are you now?”  Estinien demanded, unable to hide the smile spreading over his face.  Riven smirked, then placed her hands on his chest to push herself back up.

“I am.  And if you’re patient...”  With a hum, she placed her hands on the sash of the cover, stifling a giggle as Estinien’s eyes followed.  Slowly she undid the knot, shrugging her shoulders so the fabric could slide off and around her.  Then she reached behind her for the bra’s fastenings, pausing to give another wriggle atop Estinien’s groin.

“...Woman.”

“Yesss?”  Riven asked innocently.  Bra undone, she tossed it to the side.  Then she moaned as Estinien’s hands were suddenly on her breasts, gently massaging them.

“See?  Good things come to those who wait.”  She breathed, pushing herself more into Estinien’s hands.

“You’re still wearing too much clothing for my liking.”  And before Riven could reply, Estinien moved--sitting up and rolling so that Riven was now the one on the bottom, and he on top.  As she made to protest, his lips landed on hers.

“He--mmmmm.”  Estinien could kiss, Riven thought dreamily.  And when he did, he gave her everything he had and demanded the same from her.  He kissed her like he was starving, he kissed her like he was drowning, he kissed her as if he would never see her again.  And Riven responded eagerly, letting herself drown in the tastes and smells that belonged to Estinien.  The smell of the alpine air mixed with spice and fire, the stew they’d had for dinner pressing against her tongue.  His weight bore down on her, pressing her into the mattress, and Riven couldn’t help but shudder in relief, a quiet moan escaping her.  Estinien pulled back at the noise, looking down at her.

“Are you alright?”  He asked, a hand coming up to gently stroke her hair.  Riven smiled faintly.

“I’m fine.”

“Am I crushing you?”  Shite, had he let himself get carried away?  Estinien wanted to curse.  Compared to his size, Riven was small-and they’d already learned that he had to be extra careful sometimes when being intimate.

“If you fucking get up I will murder you.”  To prove her point, Riven lifted her legs to wrap them around Estinien’s waist, running her hands over his back. 

“I told you before, I like it when you’re on top of me.”

“Yes, well.”  Estinien grumbled, shifting his weight about slightly.  “As you’re the...”  Now he had to trail off at the telltale gleam of impending wrath in Riven’s eyes.  If he called her small he was looking at another night with just his hand for company.

“I’m the what?”  Riven repeated.

“You are the one entirely too dressed.”  And with that, Estinien rocked up and back, hooking his fingers into Riven’s panties.

“No no, that was a change of--do not rip those I swear to the gods-!”  With a grunt, Estinien captured Riven’s legs and lifted them up, pulling the offending garment up and off.

“See? I didn’t rip them.”  He said, dangling the panties above Riven’s head, yanking them away when she made a grab for them.  “But now you don’t get them back for the rest of the night.”  Riven huffed.

“And how is it fair that I have to be completely naked and you aren’t?”  She complained.  Estinien smirked, pushing himself off the bed to strip his own underthings off.

“There.  Now we’re both naked.”  He declared, getting back into the bed.  “The way the gods and nature intended.”  A impish idea crossed his mind, and Estinien reached out to tickle one of the bottoms of Riven’s feet.  The hyur gasped-trying to pull her feet away.

“Nononono not that!”  She squeaked, laughter escaping her.

“Come here.”  Estinien growled playfully, moving fast enough to grab one of Riven’s ankles. 

“You’ve been teasing me ever since I got here.  Time to give you exactly what you’re after.”  Riven let herself go limp, wriggling as Estinien angled himself above her.  “Promises, promises.”  She whispered, running her nails over Estinien’s shoulders and back.  The dragoon shuddered at the sensation, a hiss escaping him.  Then he bent his head down for another kiss, and Riven was only too happy to let coherent thought leave her. 

[redhoodieone]

His Girl Part 2

Warnings: Language, SMUT, heartbreak, and fluffiness.

“Jay…” Y/N breathes against Jason’s lips. Her eyes shift from his emerald eyes to his adorable pout. “You don’t want this with me. You shouldn’t want this with me.”

Jason pulls back from her and his face falls. The look of heartbreak pains Y/N, but she can’t help but feel the way she feels, because why would someone so attractive and perfect like Jason want with a short, chubby, and plain looking girl like her?

Jason lifts Y/N’s chin so they can see eye to eye. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Sweetheart, when you first looked at me, I was done for. You know, I never believed in God. You know damn well I’m not the religious type, despite the jokes from the league who say I could have been a priest in another life,” he says with a small smile. He holds his hand up as if he’s taking an oath. “But I swear to God when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel. You stood there, you were lovely and gentle, and at that moment I knew something good had to exist in this fucked up world because you were brought into my life, and you made me want to be a better man...for you.”

“Dick’s right. He’s right about me. You don’t want me, Jay. I’m nothing special. I’m not beautiful. I’m not skinny. I’m not smart, funny, or even interesting,” Y/N admits.

“How can you even say that to me? Did you forget our talk last summer?” Jason says carefully, his gaze never breaking hers.

“I didn’t forget, Jay. I just don’t think we should start anything up between us. It’ll just-”

“So, what am I not good for you?” he snaps, his tone is harsh as he accuses her.

“What? No! I didn’t say that. Why are you so mad at me, Jay?” Y/N asks quietly.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt,” Jason admits, before he decides he can’t stand the distance between them anymore. With both hands, he roughly grabs Y/N’s hips and pulls her body closer to his. He moves one hand up her back until he’s holding the back of her head; forcing her to keep her eyes on him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you talk to other guys? Do you know how difficult it is for me to stand by and see these other assholes get to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you? Do you realize how close I’ve gotten to ‘accidentally’ shooting Dickie-bird in his balls just because you were flirting with him? I couldn’t stand it sweetheart, and I still can’t.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in surprise at Jason’s confession. The pull is too strong for both of them to ignore. Jason takes a chance and lowers his head to kiss Y/N. His lips are initially warm and rough, but they fit perfectly against her gentle and soft lips. The second Y/N kisses Jason back with as much fervor, he realizes his feelings couldn’t be one-sided.

The kiss wasn’t deep yet. They barely pull back enough to breathe before Jason takes the reins and rests his forehead against hers. He teases her by leaning in to kiss her but then pulling back when her lips chase after his. She inhales sharply when his scent fills her nostrils; his exotic, smoky woods, sandalwood, and spices make her weak in her knees that she has to hold both his forearms to keep herself steady. Luckily, Jason manages to hold her up, and he brings her close enough to grind his evident bulge against her core. “Please...please let me show you how much I want you. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me and how much I want all of you,” Jason whispers against Y/N’s lips.

Jason’s green eyes burn into Y/N’s eyes. She licks her lips. “Okay,” she breathes out.

Jason surges forward and slams his mouth against Y/N’s. He wastes no time licking her bottom lip, seeking entrance to taste her and have her in ways he’s always imagined. When she opens her mouth wider, he falls deeper when he realizes her taste is addictive, and he knows this can’t be the last time he’ll kiss her. Their tongues rub and stroke each other’s, and he bites her bottom lip.

He pulls back only to see if she wants more. The look of lust in her eyes is enough. He carefully pushes her backwards until the back of her knees tough the bed. She crawls up to her pillow so she can lie down, her hair fans out around her, creating an illusion of an angelic halo.

Jason looks down at Y/N with adoration. He knows for a fact he’s never looked at a woman like this. He knows she’s the first and will be the last woman he’ll look at like this.

He can tell she’s nervous to make the next move. He smiles softly and begins to undress himself. Kicking off his boots and socks, he shrugs off his jacket and his Kevlar armor. He notices she’s watching intently, biting her bottom lip.

Jason can’t help but smirk. Once he shoves down his pants, he’s left in just his boxer briefs, which nearly exposes how hard his cock is for her.

He crawls on the bed until he’s hovering above her. His hands move to her pajama pants, but he doesn’t pull them down just yet.

“Are you sure you want this?” Jason whispers to her. His voice is deeper and rougher.

Y/N nods her head. “Yes, I want you, Jay,” she whispers back.

Jason kisses her softly to help her relax. He tugs her pajama pants down to her knees. He pulls back from her lips and sits up when he realizes she’s not wearing any panties. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “No panties?” he teases.

“I...I don’t like to sleep with underwear on,” she confessions shyly. He thinks it’s cute when she blushes.

“That’s perfectly okay, doll. Now that I know, maybe I can join you in bed sometime?”

Y/N giggles at that as she watches Jason move down until his face is in front of her pussy. She quickly sits up and tries to cover her modesty.

“Wait, you-you don’t have to do that. It’s okay. You don’t have to,” Y/N stammers.

Jason smiles softly at her. He quickly sits up to kiss her, to get her to relax. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to sweetheart,” he says, as he helps Y/N remove her top so she’s completely naked in front of him. His hands rub her arms, chest, and stomach, which seems to help her lie back down. “I want to eat you. I want to eat this delicious, wet pussy so much that you’ll be cumming all over my face.”

Y/N blushes more as Jason grins smugly and winks at her before he lowers himself back down to lick her folds. She gasps out in surprise and reaches down to grab his dark hair to tug.

“Oh God,” she whines out.

“Fuck baby girl, you taste so fucking good. You’re sweeter than apple pie,” Jason moans out.

He sucks her clit on the borderline of pain and pleasure, and when he releases it, he can see her pupils dilate with lust.  

Jason smiles against her pussy and uses his fingers to part her folds so he can circle her clit with his tongue. He knows he has experience going down on women, but he also realizes that every woman is different. Deciding to show her a few different ways to cum, he switches up his methods. As he continues to rotate between licking and sucking Y/N’s clit, he pushes a finger inside to warm her up. And with all the noise she’s making, he knows he’s on the right path.

“Oh fuck...Jay. Finger me harder,” Y/N pleads.

He keeps his eyes on her. When she tries to close her eyes, he slaps her thigh. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum,” he demands.

Y/N opens her eyes, and it makes everything better for him. Just feeling how tight and wet she is drives his cock to twitch hard in his underwear. He adds a second finger and strokes up against her walls. He can feel she’s close to cumming just by her clenching his fingers. He licks and sucks her clit faster and harder, as he drives a third finger inside her and rubs against her g-spot. He has her now. She’s going to cum for him and he’s excited as fuck.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, my God! Jay! I’m cumming!” Y/N cries out. She sits up and pulls his hair harder.

Jason keeps his eyes on her and hums for her to go ahead and cum. He refuses to take his eyes and mouth off her. He needs her to cum.

With his fingers fucking her pussy loud enough to create that wet, sopping sound, Jason wraps his mouth against Y/N’s pussy to catch her cum. He moans in delight at her taste, and he can feel his cock leaking more precum in his underwear. Once she calms down from her hard orgasm, he quickly stands up and pulls down his underwear.

Y/N is stunned to see Jason’s cock. She knew he was big, partly because of his pants and boxer briefs displaying his rather big bulge. But seeing it in person and up close is different. She knows he’s above average, but his cock is thicker than she imagined. She swallows hard when the red, swollen tip leaks precum.  

Once Jason’s completely naked, he climbs on top of her. Y/N reaches to stroke his cock, but he gently moves her hand away. “As much as I’d like you to touch my cock and maybe suck on it, I don’t want to cum that way. I want to cum in you,” Jason says softly.

When his cock brushes against her pussy, Y/N knew she needs inside her. “I want you to cum inside me. Please...please fuck me,” she pleads.

Hearing her beg does something to him. Jason kisses Y/N hard and moves his hand between them to push his cock inside her. She gasps breathlessly as he groans at how well she’s taking him. She’s tight, warm, and wet, and he knows he’s not going to last long. He looks down at her and his heart swells at the fact that she’s looking up at him as if he is her world. His hands move all over her body, tracing scars and stretch marks, as her own nails scratch down his arms and back.

Y/N takes Jason by surprise when she bites his jaw and giggles when he nips her neck. The intimacy between them is what makes them happier in the moment. But when the tip of his cock brushes against her g-spot, she clenches around his cock, causing his thrusts from going slow to fast and hard now.

“Jay...fuck me harder. Faster, please,” Y/N begs breathlessly.

Jason’s hips slam into hers, his pelvic bone rubs deliciously against her clit. She squeezes around him again, and he knows he won’t be able to last longer. “Okay, sweetheart, okay,” Jason chokes out. He angles his thrusts to be deeper and to hit her sweet spot every time.

She wraps her arms around him and brings his face down to kiss him. He moans against her mouth, and not being able to breathe properly is doing something to him. He quickens his thrusts and moves a hand in between them to rub her clit hard and fast to match his thrusts.

Y/N and Jason break apart to breathe and she throws her head back. He watches in awe at her falling apart because of him, her orgasm takes him by surprise. She cries out his name. She cums hard around his cock and soaks him in her sweet juices that forces his own orgasm out of him.

“Fuck...Y/N, fucking Christ,” Jason moans loudly. He grunts hard and moans when he slams deeper inside her, coating her insides with his seed. He squeezes her hips and thrusts a few more times until he’s sure she’s gotten all his cream.

When he pulls his cock out, he can feel himself get hard again from just seeing his cum seep out of her pussy.

Jason inhales hard and collapses next to her. His arms instantly wrap around her, and she willingly cuddles against him. Fear runs through him, though. “Please be mine...” he dares to whisper. He wonders if she even heard him. The fear of rejection scares him more than anything right now.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” Y/N whispers back. She kisses his chest and lies her head back down on him. She falls asleep to his even breathing and his hand rubbing her back.

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The next morning was a rude awakening for Dick Grayson. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Out of him and his family, Jason was supposed to be the shallow, man whore who slept around with girl after girl every night. Jason was supposed to be less likely one to find a girl, actually fall in love with her and be serious. Because anyone who knows the Batboys knows each of them are viewed a certain way.

 Bruce is the playboy billionaire.

Dick is charming and sweet.

Jason is rough bad boy.

Tim is intelligent and kind.

Damian is a cute demon spawn.

And even Alfred is a badass savage.

 When Jason and Y/N announced their relationship, Dick smirked to himself. He knew there was no way Jason was ‘serious relationship material’ and he knew their relationship would end before it even started.

 He’ll fuck up. He always screws up because he inevitably fucks up everything he does, Dick thinks to himself. And once he does, I’ll be there for her, and she’ll be mine.

 But Jason never fucks up, not with Y/N. To everyone, Jason and Y/N are beautifully perfect together. Dick does manage to fix his friendship with Y/N, and the two are closer than they’ve ever been. It isn’t until after Jason and Y/N’s one year anniversary that Dick finally accepts their relationship.

 Because it wasn’t long until Jason got Bruce and Alfred’s blessing to propose to Y/N. The engagement ring is a beautiful black solitaire diamond, and the reason doesn’t confuse Dick at all, because Y/N isn’t like other diamonds.

 Their wedding is something out of a fairy tale storybook. Dick had to admit that seeing Y/N in a wedding dress made him cry, because he knew she would have the time of her life with Jason on the honeymoon.

 Three years later, Jason and Y/N announce they’re having their first child together, a boy, the news actually made Bruce tear up because Jason and Y/N were giving him his first grandson.

 Call it fucking karma, but Dick finally saw just how beautiful Y/N was, as a wife and a mother.

 But Dick was just a little too late.

 And now she was Jason’s.

 His girl.

[pigeonwhumps]

Auction part 2

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Day 16: NO WAY OUT | mind control | paralytic drugs | "no-one's coming"

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch

Phoenix is sold at auction.

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CWs: minor whumpee (17 year old), non-con drugging, non-con nudity (non-sexual), non-con touching (mostly non-sexual – not detailed), restrained

When Phoenix wakes, they’re shivering, legs bare and bent, pressed against something hard and cold. It feels like tiles. They try to move their arms around themself but there’s a clinking sound and they can’t.

“Finally. You’re awake. I was beginning to think we’d have to auction you off unconscious.”

Phoenix snaps their eyes open at the sound of Earthshaker’s voice, remembering where they are. They’re chained kneeling to the floor, power-dampening cuffs snapped around their wrists, completely naked aside from the mask covering the top half of their face (which explains the cold – they try to hunch over, to cover themself, but they can’t). They pull at the chain, feeling for weak links or rust or... something, they’re not sure, but anything that can get them out of this. There’s nothing though, their chains are solid.

“Now, now, don’t try that. You can’t get out of here without any powers. Not that camouflage will do you any good.”

“Fuck you,” spits Phoenix. Their illusion and camouflage powers have saved them more times than they can count, even though Abbie hates them using them (but then, she’s not there most of the time).

Earthshaker rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes, they certainly named you right. All fire and no substance. Now, hold still.”

The supervillain pulls out a syringe and Phoenix eyes it warily. “What’s in that?”

“Paralytic.”

“That’ll kill me! You need me alive!”

“Oh, little firebird. Don’t look so worried. I wouldn’t kill you. This is a new formula, developed by my best scientists. You will be able to breathe, although everything else will be paralysed. It will allow me to display you in the best possible way for prospective buyers.”

“You’re not coming anywhere near me with that!” shouts Phoenix, pulling back as far as they can. All they succeed in doing is pinning themself into a corner, unable to stop Earthshaker depressing the syringe into their shoulder. They feel their body start to slow, dropping out of their control, and with a last-ditch effort they say thickly, “Do you get some sort of kick out of drugging people?”

“Only you. You’re a pain in all of our asses, and I am very much looking forward to getting you out of our way. I wonder who will buy you.” Phoenix tries to open their mouth, to tell Earthshaker that they won’t be bought, they’re not just going to give in, but they can’t. Their mouth won’t move. The drug is kicking in far earlier than they’d expected and they’re terrified. They try to smother their emotions but too slowly. Earthshaker smiles. “There’s that fear. Such fire, and yet there’s no-one coming for you, is there? There never is.”

With the last of their strength they push a finger out of their fist, holding it up at Earthshaker. The supervillain snarls, backhanding Phoenix hard across the face.

“You’re going to regret that. I can let the buyers do whatever they like, if I choose.” He snaps his fingers and two black-clothed attendants appear. “Display them in room two.”

The woman picks Phoenix up and drapes them over her shoulder, heading out of the room. Phoenix’s stomach rolls with dread as they’re taken through the corridors of the mansion and dropped roughly on the thinning carpet in one of the rooms. They can’t even begin to move away, they can’t even focus their eyes, everything’s blurry. The two attendants waste no time in brusquely chaining Phoenix back up, wrists attached to a beam hanging from the ceiling and feet attached to a spreader bar, as far apart as they can go. They’re spread-eagled, naked in front of anyone who might walk in, and they feel horribly exposed. After the attendants leave without a word spoken, Phoenix can still feel their rough, too-tight hands on their body.

It’s weird, they think, being so afraid and yet unable to feel any of the physical effects of it. No stomach cramps, no tight muscles... it’s unusual. They can’t decide whether they prefer it, and that disgusts them. They’re chained up like some mockery of a hero, only wearing their mask, visible for all to see, and yet there are parts of this that they... prefer? God.

They hate most of this. They hate that they, too, can see their body, and their breathing comes in short gasps as they contemplate their situation. Trapped, helpless, alone. No-one coming for them, they never do, Abbie trusts them to get out of their own messes. They won’t die, after all.

Breathe. Just breathe. They need to breathe. They focus on that, because there’s nothing else to focus on. Not yet.

At least they won’t die.

They’re not sure how long they stay like that, alone in this room, before there’s movement and voices outside. Phoenix prepares themself. If they could, they’d grit their teeth. This isn’t going to be pleasant.

And it isn’t pleasant. Villains crowd into the room, touching them, hands too tight and too intimate and too much, groping, squeezing their arms, nails digging in, scraping down their body, leaving stinging cuts. It’s too much, they’re all too close, boxing them in, and they fight to keep their breathing even. Some people don’t touch, just circle Phoenix, examining them, and they can hear their breathing. It’s still too damn close.

Finally, finally, staff members come to usher the villains out, and Phoenix is left... not in peace, not exactly, but alone at least. They can still feel the echoes of touch everywhere, bruising hands, blood trickling down their back. They still can’t move a muscle. Everything hurts, and not just on the outside, they hurt with the pain and indignity of being strung up like this, like a piece of meat, like a mockery of a person, everyone looking. They can’t even move to cover themself at all.

Suddenly, Earthshaker’s voice booms loud near them, and they would jump if they could.

“And now it’s time for today’s main attraction! Many of you here have been insulted, hurt, homes destroyed, plans thwarted, by our little Firebird here, and now, for one time only, they’re for sale, for you to do with as you wish! But first, can you hear me, little hero?” There’s a pause. “Of course, I forgot. You can’t answer. But they’re listening, believe me. So. Bidding starts at £100,000!”

Phoenix tunes out the majority of the auction, not wanting to hear what amount people are willing to pay for them. But they need to know who’s bought them, so they keep one ear out for when their name is mentioned again.

“And Firebird is sold for £2.3 million to Black Ice!”

Phoenix goes cold. Fuck. Not her. They’ve crossed paths before, and what will she do to them for what happened then? They try to concentrate back on Earthshaker’s voice.

“... our attendants will pack them as per your directions.” The speaker clicks off abruptly, and Phoenix drifts, wondering what will happen to them now.

They’re not sure how long it is before two more black-clothed attendants appear in the doorway, followed by Earthshaker and Black Ice. Phoenix still can’t see very well but if they struggle they can focus a little. The paralytic must be wearing off.

Of course, with four people in the room, at least two powered, and still barely able to move even when the chains and spreader bar are removed, it doesn’t make much of a difference. They topple forwards, falling on their face with a thump.

“Just tie them up so they can’t move,” orders Black Ice crisply, “and blindfold them.”

“Yes, ma’am,” says one of the attendants, and Phoenix is kicked over onto their back. The attendants start winding chains around them, binding their arms to their torso and their legs together.

“So,” says Earthshaker, “just out of personal curiosity, what are you planning to do with them?”

“Oh, you’ll find out when it happens. But don’t worry, I won’t go soft on them. They blew up my base, after all.”

Black Ice is standing above them now, supervising the attendants, and Phoenix forces a tiny smirk onto their face. Despite everything, that memory still brings them satisfaction. Black Ice was the first villain they defeated.

“And you’re going to regret doing it. Would you like to know what my plans for you are?”

Phoenix can’t respond yet, and Black Ice waits for the blindfold to be tied tightly over their mask before bending down to whisper in their ear.

Phoenix doesn’t react to the words. They couldn’t, even if they wanted to. But as they’re lifted and jostled, taken out into the cool night air and dumped on something... not entirely hard, but not soft either, they have nothing to do but think on her proclamation. Something slams behind them and an engine starts, and Phoenix’s mind just keeps circling. The paralytic’s wearing off, and although it doesn’t help them escape it allows them to tremble with fear. Nausea roils in their stomach and they take deep, slow breaths, trying not to throw up. They need to survive this until they can escape, and that won’t be helped by vomiting all over Black Ice’s car.

It’s difficult not to, though, when they think about what’s in store for them. How are they supposed to survive that?

How are they supposed to get out of it?

Maybe someone will rescue them. It’s very unlikely but, maybe, just maybe, if they’re missing long enough... maybe someone will care enough to help.

Maybe one day.

Picrews of Earthshaker and Black Ice! (picrew here)

[holypapaya]

Peaches (Konro Sagamiya x Reader NSFW 18+)

Fem! Reader

Konro and his girlfriend run home to escape the rain. When they decide to eat sweet peaches as a snack.

Warnings: age gap, denial, rough sex, oral play, begging 

Skip to ** for sexy time. 2,000+ words. 

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God, how is she so beautiful? And, how in the hell didn't I notice her before? 

These were the two questions Konro would ask himself repeatedly whenever he took Y/N out on their weekly dates. Unfortunately, the morning was a sweltering and humid day that overwhelmed the Great Tokyo Empire. Konro suggested that they have their date later in the evening to avoid the rain and the burning hot sun. Y/N's clothes hugged her glamorous curves as her skin glistened from a thin veil of sweat. The lantern lights that hugged the walls to local businesses created a soft glow.

Staring at her in awe was not a part of the plan. Well, none of this was a part of any plan, actually. Not even his life plan. They've been dating for a little over a month since Konro first met Y/N. His typical routine trip was to see Seamstress Granny to fix any rips in his uniform. That day he tore his pants while rebuilding Asakusa after the most recent Infernal attack. With his uniform in hand, he walked through the door, the bell ringing as it slid open. Just as he was about to call the elderly woman, he noticed the most beautiful, enchanting woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Konro was so stunned by her beauty that he didn't hear her greet him or ask what he needed to be done. Since then, he’s gotten to know Y/N well over time.

Before running her Granny's store full time, Y/N would visit Asakusa three times a week to help around. That’s why Konro found it unbelievable that he never noticed her before. Honestly, it was probably because of the increase of Infernal activity, but that was no excuse in his mind. Y/N stood slightly taller than most women in the empire and was curvier than other women too. Her full breasts always pulling at her shirt and plump ass tight, giving a slight jiggle as she walked. Despite all of this, Konro still towered over her. Don't misunderstand this, though; he is dating her not for her body but because he earnestly enjoys Y/N's company. Y/N made him feel things he hadn't felt in years or even within his lifetime.

Y/N's thumb gently rubbed the back of his bandaged hand as they held hands while walking down the street. Y/N was smiling greatly as she continued to talk. Konro wasn’t exactly the talkative type, so hearing Y/N talk brought him immense joy. The self-proclaimed hermit has found a friendly, outgoing puppy to love day in and out. Being with Y/N even made Konro feel young again. He's heard that having a significantly younger girlfriend can change a man's energy levels, but Konro didn't expect to feel this young. Especially his sex drive.

Being overwhelmed with work duties almost made him forget what a sex life was. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This was his routine for many years. However, when he was younger, Konro always managed to find time to "express his sexual desires" is a polite way of saying it. In other words, straight-up fucking. But as the years flew by and seeing Benimaru become captain of the 7th, Konro had more distractions, to say the least. With Y/N, it was different, though. She sparked something deep inside of him. In his many years of life, Konro never had the animalistic urge to make a woman cry, scream and mess them up during sex as much as Y/N.  He almost had the chance too. Almost.

Last week, Y/N and Konro decided to go back to base for some privacy. During that time of day, mostly, everyone would be out making rounds or going out to eat, so it seemed like the perfect time. Right in front of him, Y/N laid bare. Her head bobbing up and down his shaft, her right hand moving in sync with her head, her left hand gently caressing his hip. Konro's deep blue eyes stared at Y/N, hypnotized by her beauty. Carefully, he placed his hand on the back of her head, adding a slight pressure, silently asking her to deep throat him. Which she happily obliged. That's when he heard it -the Infernal alarm. Y/N's eyes grew wide as she met Konro's. She released his now soft dick from her mouth as she watched Konro get up and hurriedly dressed himself.

It's only been a week since they've last had time for each other. Yes, they would greet each other outside or maybe have a small lunch if they had the time. But, they were never truly alone, just two people immersed in a chaotic world. Konro couldn't help but think  about if he would ever get a chance to redeem himself. He could kill a man at this point to see Y/N's lush body naked in front of him again.

Y/N let out a sound of confusion, "Konro, I think it's going to start raining," she looked up at the sky after feeling something damp hit her face.

"Hmmm," he mused, still lost in his train of thought.

That's when he felt it. A sudden shower washed over the both of them. Y/N pulled Konro by his arm, leading him down a side street. 'Let's go back to my place,' she called back behind her. Konro followed her, watching droplets run down her soft skin.

'Please, one more chance,' Konro chanted in his head all the way to her apartment. As they entered the one-bedroom, Y/N handed Konro a fresh towel. Then, she walked over to the refrigerator, asking her boyfriend if he liked peaches.

** "Yeah," he said, watching her pull out the fruit and a knife to cut it. Y/N cut the delicate fruit in half, pitting it, and proceeded to slice it. With every movement, her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Konro walked over to Y/N, pushing her damp hair to her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone. His calloused fingers massaged between her shoulder and neck. He saw goosebumps wash over her skin and grinned to himself. Leaning forward, Konro kissed Y/N's jaw and noticed a slight coat of pink on her cheeks. Y/N pushed a peach slice towards his lips. As Konro was just about to take a bite, Y/N took it back and put half of it in her mouth. She looked up at the older man with what he thought was a look of innocence and lustful hunger.  Y/N offered the other half of the peach that was sticking out of her mouth. With his large hand, Konro tilted her jaw up and took in the fruit.

On Y/N's bed, Konro propped himself up on his forearms to make sure not to put his total weight on Y/N. She laid beneath him in nothing but her bra and underwear. Konro was already halfway undressed with only his pants remaining. They kissed each other for a long time. While feeling his tongue slowly go in and out of Y/N's mouth, Konro imagined his cock doing the same thing inside of her. Konro continued to grind his hard cock into Y/N’s clad pussy.

Y/N let a long feminine sigh followed by a moan, feeling pressure onto her wet lips. She gently ran her nails down his abdomen, feeling his chiseled abs, before finally reaching his belt. She pulled at the material, hoping to touch his dick directly. Just the thought about touching it again caused her pussy to throb with excitement. Konro released her mouth from his and grunted in her ear,

"Not yet, baby," Konro nibbled on her earlobe, "Just wait a little longer. I'll treat you just as good as you treated me last time".

Konro moved Y/N's bra strap down her shoulder to have access to her collarbone. Then he nibbled and sucked until he left a light mark on her skin. Konro snaked his arm behind her back, unclasping her bra. Removing the material, he threw it onto the floor. Konro grabbed one of Y/N's full tits in his hand, gently but firmly. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, causing Y/N to inhale sharply. Frustratingly slow, Konro then started to suck her nipple, flicking it now and then. Y/N whined in frustration how Konro was still dressed.

He released her nipple, and while undoing his pants with one hand, he still massaged her tit with his other. Konro smiled down at Y/N almost wickedly as he watched her flushed face looked directly at his crotch. He kicked off his pants with one swift movement and found his way to Y/N's underwear, taking it off. Konro pulled down the thin material, excitement further boiling in him, realizing how wet Y/N was. She wasn't just wet but soaked. While kneeling, Konro grabbed her slender ankles, bringing her legs over his shoulder. Y/N's glistening lips in direct view of his face, and of course, his mouth. With a big lap of his tongue, Konro tasted Y/N's pussy greedily. He wasn't just licking her but also sucking on her drenched lips and swollen cit. Slurping and sloshing filled the room.

Y/N stared at Konro hazily, pleasure surging through her distracting her from any thought. She gripped her sheets tightly as her moans echoed. Seeing her boyfriend liked this not only made her feel wanted but happy. Konro has always been a very giving man. He gave up everything for Asakusa and Benimaru. So when the demon Infernal came, Konro didn't have to fight it alone. Instead, he chose to, for a simple but heroic cause. To protect the people he cared for. So seeing him eating her out hungrily and groping her body greedily made Y/N realize that Konro could express what he truly desired. He could tell her what he wanted and how he wanted it openly. Of course, in Konro's mind, he was primarily doing this to pleasure Y/N, but Y/N enjoyed seeing a different side of him.

Taking one last swipe at her clit, Konro lowered her legs, peering at his lover. A deep shudder swept across his body as he saw Y/N's face. Her cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted as her eyes stared at him dreamily—her chest lifting with every breath she took. Y/N looked absolutely decadent. However, she wasn't ready yet. Only eating her out wasn't going to be enough to stretch her for the pounding of her lifetime. Again, he grasped her lips with his own, tongue snaking into her mouth. Y/N let out a feminine sigh as her eyes fluttered shut as she was engulfed with pleasure. Her arms found their way around his neck, holding his closer. Carefully, he lowered his weight onto Y/N, causing her to open her legs further.

One hand trailed down her abdomen, finding its way to Y/N's sweet drenched hole. He flicked her inner lips teasingly before sticking one digit in. Next, he curled his finger upward, finding her g-spot. Y/N ended to kiss to arch her back in pleasure. Konro chuckled at her reaction, slowly rubbing the inside of her pussy.

"Just a little longer, baby. I need to open you up cause you're so tight."

He inserted another finger. He spread the two as far as they could, expanding her walls. Then he would bring them back together rubbing the top of her velvety walls. This went on in a pattern, almost like he was massaging the inside of her pussy. His rough fingers thick fingers felt so right inside of her. But there was something else that she needed with urgency. Something else belonged inside of her. Y/N grabbed his thick biceps, her head turning to the side. She bit her lip, begging Konro.

"Kon, please, please-"

He ignored her pleas, "Are you gonna coat my dick with your cum like you're doing with my fingers," he felt her walls tighten around him.

"Yes, I wanna cover your dick with my cum. Please", Y/N cried.

"Say my name, the way I like it."

God, he's so cute, Y/N thought to herself.

Looking at Konro softly, she said, "Kon-Kon."

Konro smiled with satisfaction removing his fingers.

He wrapped Y/N's thighs around his waist as he watched her quiver. Cock in hand, he rubbed the tip along her slit. Y/N's juices slicking his thick tip as pre-cum drooled out of Konro. Then he gently pushed his cock into her slowly as her walls stretched around him. Konro tilted his head back, moaning, feeling Y/N's velvety warmth grip around his pulsating member. Then, as Y/N let out a cry of pleasure, Konro stayed still just for a moment, letting Y/N get used to his length.

 Gently, he caressed Y/N's face with his large hand, cupping her cheek. Konro rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. 

"See, baby," he practically purred, "You're so wet you took me in one thrust." 

Konro shallowly thrusted into Y/N's tight pussy wanting to see her reaction. Y/N rubbed her cheek into his palm, letting out a soft moan. To Konro's surprise, Y/N opened her mouth slightly, inviting his thumb inside. Then, she gently sucked. Konro took in a sharp breath, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. His Y/N was always full of fun surprises.                  

 Y/N released his thumb, eyes glazed with sexual desire, "Kon-Kon, I'm ready."

Say no more.

Konro pulled his cock out before slamming back into her. Y/N dug her nails into his back as her eyes widen with surprise. She felt a knot in her stomach as her pussy clench down on his thick cock. She couldn’t hold back her voice anymore. A load cry escaped her lips. Konro looked his lover with a sensual but firm gaze. He was in complete control. He was the dominant one. Each thrust reached further and further back to her cervix. 

Y/N’s loud moans matched the rhythm of each thrust, echoing in the small apartment. Her pussy aching in the most pleasurable ways. She moved her head to side as Y/N felt her body heat up further. Konro gently cupped her cheek again, turning her gaze over to his. 

“Look at me, baby.” 

Oh no. That was a fatal mistake. 

Y/N felt her pussy clench as Konro’s deep blue eyes met hers. The slight curve of his dick ran over her G-spot mercilessly. His body warm, skin soft, muscles tensed. How did Konro go untouched for so long? There had to of been someone in the whole empire that tried to sleep with him. It’s unbelievable that no one had tried.

Y/N gently wrapped her arms of Konro’s thick neck, bringing him closer.

“Kon-Kon. Hold. Me. More. Go. Deeper. Please”, Y/N moaned between each thrust.

Konro smiled, kissing Y/N’s forehead. How could he say no to such a cutie. She even said ‘please’. Konro wrapped one arm around Y/N’s mid back, clutching her body to his. As his thrusts became deeper and wilder, Konro cooed soft nothings into Y/N’s ear as her pussy tightened and her moans grew louder and louder. Then her body grew tense, a small gasp leaving her lips. Y/N’s urgent moans came to a stop. Konro felt the wet walls that cloak his cock spasm as his girlfriend’s body arched up. Y/N dug her face into Konro’s shoulder, orgasm ripping through her body. 

Swiftly Konro removed his dick to coat Y/N’s soft abdomen with his cum. He placed soft kisses all over Y/N’s flushed face, asking her if she was okay. Konro knew he wasn’t a small man, both in height and cock-wise. He cared about the well-being of his little puppy. Y/N ran her fingers through his jostled hair as she kissed his neck. 

“You can go rougher, you know.”

Konro smiled. Noted: can go rougher next time.    

[after-witch]

A Simple Cup of Tea [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Title: A Simple Cup of Tea [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Synopsis: You have to be prepared and poised and perfect. But it’s hard to be all those things, even with the looming threat of your husband sitting next to you, when you’ve got a secret hidden underneath your clothes...

Word Count: 1875

Notes: yandere, forced marriage, abuse, bondage, NSFW 

Poised.

You must be poised. Every movement, every gesture, must embody a quiet grace. Your face must be pleasant, without seeming garishly joyous. Your voice must be soft, melodic, clear; yet loud enough to be heard without being required to repeat yourself. 

You must know how to keep a conversation going smoothly, like water in a stream, yet understand when to keep silent. You must know all of these things and so much more, and act on them at all times in the proper degree; all in order to avoid embarrass yourself and more importantly, embarrassing your husband.

In other words, you must be perfect.

And you try--you have to try, because what other choice does Scaramouche leave you?--but it’s difficult. You were never born for this stifled life he’s pushed you into, for a life spent mostly within the walls of his home or at most, behind the high, impenetrable walls of the courtyard.

A life draped in rich clothing, overseeing fine details of the estate that make your head spin. How many bags of this or that must be ordered per week? When should the bedding in that room be washed? What is the appropriate amount of money to put in a servant’s purse when sending them to the market? Questions you never imagined yourself asking yourself, which now fill your day with a gilded tedium.

There’s a deceptive leisure lurking underneath everything here. True, you no longer have to travel far and wide, selling your family’s wares from heavy baskets carried on your back; you no longer have to search the edges of the forest for edible plants to toss into boiling broth on days when you could not afford meat. You never want for food (unless he takes your dinner away as punishment) and any comfort you could need is within reach, so long as you’re behaving.

But you are on edge, always. Preparing yourself for another pitfall that might open up beneath your feet, and always looking for ways to improve yourself. Or at least ways to avoid earning your husband’s sharp disapproval. Regardless of your efforts, you have been on the wrong end of a harsh insult, a slap, a pinch, a cane, more times than you care to count.

Be prepared, be poised, be perfect. It’s the mantra you repeat to yourself every morning.

The mantra you repeated to yourself this particular morning, in preparation for a meeting he insisted you attend. A meeting which apparently required your finely-tuned skills in pleasing conversation and your much-practiced ability to “pour a passable cup of tea.”

Anyone else might assume it was meant to be an insult, but your time with Scaramouche has led to you to understand that the slightest praise towards you, while minuscule to others, was something you were meant to fall on your knees and thank him for. Sometimes literally, depending on his mood.

Why he wanted you to pour tea for some delegates from Fontaine, and what their increasing presence in the area really meant, you didn’t know. But it wasn’t your place to ask him, and the memory of recent stinging pain on your backside keeps you from feeling even remotely tempted to broach the subject.

So here you are. Dressed elegantly, but not garishly, as is proper for his wife. With a tea pot in your hand and perfectly arranged cups and the ghost of a pleasing smile on your face. Charming words drip from your lips, pleasantries, pleasantries, pleasantries--the type of words Scaramouche loathes yet drums into you all the same.

Prepared, poised, perfect.

Except for the slight tremble of your hands.

Except for the uncomfortable hitch in your breath as you speak.

Except for the fact that there are ropes tied snugly around your breasts, wrapping around your chest and criss-crossing between your breasts with an uncomfortable pressure, all hidden underneath the outfit he’d chosen for you that afternoon.

You’d balked, first--then begged. Begged not to be humiliated like this. What if someone sees? What will people say? You’d even tried to appeal to his pride, suggesting that if you couldn’t fully concentrate on your duties, well, how would that reflect on him?

All that earned you was a glint of a smirk and a tug as he knotted the rope encircling your breasts, making it even tighter than before. His final threat at your continued pleading--”I can always make you go out in nothing but the ropes”--finally shut you up.

And so, here you are. Face hot with shame and something more, silently pleading that your clothing won’t somehow shift and reveal the secret underneath. Despite the layers covering you, you still feel naked, exposed. As if the people indulging in polite conversation can see right through you, see the way your breasts are framed by the itchy ropes. See the way your body is responding to such a total humiliation. 

It’s not just the chafing rope that bothers you. It’s the pressure itself. It feels… no, you don’t want to think about how it feels.

Instead, you hone your focus in on the task at hand. Pouring the tea, a nice subtle blend made with Violetgrass flowers. A previous round of guests from Fontaine had enjoyed it so well that Scaramouche had you tell the teashop to start stocking up for future visits.

You wish you could hide the way your hand trembles ever so slightly as you pour the last cup of tea for a woman whose name you regrettably can’t remember. You normally repeat their names over and over in your head, lest you forget and endure Scaramouche’s sharp tongue (if not his cane) later on; but your predicament made it impossible to keep track of new information.

You might be able to enjoy the tea, enjoy the facsimile of polite conversation weaving its way around the table, if only you weren’t so distracted by the tightness, the chafing, the undeniable fact that--oh Archons above, that all of this was making your nipples humiliatingly hard underneath your clothing.

“Do you agree, wife?”

All eyes glance at you. Whatever Scaramouche just said had clearly be addressed to you, only you were too distracted to notice.

In the moments that you’re left half-gaping, mentally groping to somehow pull his previous words out from the ether, his hand snakes around your waist. You feel his fingers on the outside of the soft fabric, searching until they find their intended target--the knot--and tugging hard to tighten it further.

You gasp, your body lurching upward and forward at the sudden sensation of your breasts being squeezed, and the tea pot you’re still holding drops to the table. Time seems to slow to a thick crawl, and you can see the pot is not cracked, but tipped over, hot tea spilling onto the table underneath with abandon.

The sight of the dark brown stain spreading, trickling underneath saucers and cups, leaves you helpless until you force your shaking hands to grab the pot and set it back up on the table.

“I, I--” you start to stutter something. An apology? An explanation? But the constricting ropes and the dawning realization that you have just committed an extensive social faux pas--in front of guests, no less--leaves you helplessly unable to speak.

The guests, for their part, look suitably uncomfortable. The woman whose name you can’t remember is holding onto her cup, saving it from being intercepted by the trickling tea. You don’t know whether their looks are because of your embarrassing display or because they know your husband’s reputation, and feel pity for you. Perhaps a bit of both.

Scaramouche’s voice cuts through the tension, though it does nothing to lessen it.

“I apologize for my wife’s clumsiness,” he says. “I should have realized that she wasn’t up to the apparently complex task of serving tea.” His voice is dripping with condescension, making more heat rise to your cheeks.

Humiliation does not begin to describe what you feel as he gently--public appearances, you think--takes your arm and stands, bringing you with him.

“Perhaps you are ill.” He looks you up and down, faux-concern written all over his face. But you know what he’s really thinking about, as his eyes linger on your chest for a fraction longer than they should.

You swallow hard, and do your best to nod. It doesn’t take any effort to look ashamed at what’s transpired.

“I--I have been feeling unwell,” you say, making sure to project loud enough for the audience he’s curated for you. “I may be too tired.”

He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe your silliness. A silly, silly wife--that’s what you are. Never mind that it’s all his fault. Never mind that he chose to do this to you, and chose to do it in front of guests. 

A small, bitter part of you resents the guests for being there at all, resents the fact that they probably know you’re an unwilling ornament to the Harbringer’s obsession but do nothing about it.

But what good does resenting them do, when it won’t change your fate?

He takes your hand and gives it a pat, each touch patronizing to the core.

“Apologize to our guests and go rest. And send someone more capable to clean up your mess.”

You have to apologize for the fact that you spilled tea due to his decision to engage in some perverse bondage in a public fashion. You have to apologize for the fact that he deliberately made you do it, too, knowing how you might react when he pulled the rope.

It’s horrible and humiliating and unfair. 

But you do it anyway.

Turning towards the guests, gaze downcast with shame, you force out an apology; keeping your voice soft and melodic and clear, as expected.

Then you retreat as calmly as possible, feeling everyone’s gaze--but especially his--on your back as you leave. You catch the eye of the nearest servant as you make your way back to the bedroom, laying out the quickest version of events and not relishing the look of anxiety that crosses their features at the thought of dealing with Scaramouche after such an apparent social travesty.

But you only have enough energy to consider your own anxieties, so you continue on without thinking more about them.

Walking only seems to make the feeling of constriction worse, and you bite down on your lip as your sensitive nipples begin rubbing against the fabric with every step. It feels good, it feels bad--whatever it is, it’s all too much, and you want nothing more to cut off the ropes and hide until the morning.

Not that you have the courage to risk such an endeavor.

You don’t feel any calmer by the time you reach your shared bedroom, but at least your humiliation is a private one, now. And you can rest, at least until he’s finished for the evening. For a moment, you simply stand still, bringing your arm across your chest and pressing to provide some pressure, some relief, to your sensitive breasts. 

There’s an undeniable twist in your stomach when your arms brush against your nipples, and you hate it, and you love it, and you feel just as sick and perverse as he is when you slide a hand inside your clothing and give one aching nipple a pinch. You rub your legs together and ah, there it is--the pleasurable tingling and beginnings of wetness, and well, why not give yourself some pleasure, you think; why not give yourself something good and pleasant before he comes in and ruins everything with whatever sick punishment he’s concocting? 

It’s not until you make to curl up on the large bed, eager to relive the tension building inside you, that you see the scroll wrapped up on the pillow. With a sense of justifiable dread building in your stomach, you sit, and unfurl it. 

The words are written in Scaramouche’s familiar handwriting:

“Take off your clothes. Lay down and spread your legs on the bed until I return. Don’t touch yourself. I will know if you haven’t followed my instructions.”

Bastard, you think. As if your humiliation today wasn’t strong enough. Your hands go to undue the fastenings keeping your clothes together, and the first hints of bare skin leave you with anticipatory goosebumps. How long would you be expected to be on the bed, presenting yourself for his apparent pleasure? 

Bastard, bastard, bastard.

But--well. At least he didn’t tell you to bend over the caning stool again.

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The Island | KTH (Eleven)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 15.4k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) alcohol consumption, lots of kissing, rough bj, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, multiple positions, semipublic sex, mentions of anxiety.

Notes: finally, chapter 11! Sorry it took me a bit longer but thank you guys for being so sweet about it!!! Enjoy the chapter:) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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The soft, orange glow comes in from the balcony, the warm light making Taehyung’s skin shimmer. You watch as his tongue pokes out, licking his lips in anticipation. His hands on your hips as you rock back and forth, making him lightly groan. Your own hands wrapped around his neck as you lean forward and find his perfect, pouting lips. He missed you like this.

The buzz of acoustic guitar plays in the background, the soft strings strumming something subtle yet sexy. Your lips move over his sensually, his slippery tongue finding yours in a kiss so messy and so slow. His fingers digging into your skin, marking you with his love. You whimper into his mouth and he swallows it, your moans long and desperate.

You pull back from him, your eyes half lidded and your lips parted. His hands travel up until they’re tangling in your hair and he is quick to bring you back down to his lips again. He’s been kissing you for hours, the buildup so slow and so heated. Your wetness pooling and dripping down your thighs. His unbelievably hard cock strains against his pants, his member swollen and leaking.

“I think I’m ready to devour you my sweet girl.” Taehyung whispers against your lips, “Are you sober?” he asks.

“Kissing you makes me feel drunk all over again.” You peck his lips softly. “But yes.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom…” He stands, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the room. “It’s been morning for a while.”

“I could kiss you for the entire day, Taehyung. But I need more of you.” He sets you down on the bed, you land with a slight bounce. “Can you give me more of you?”

“I can give you all of me.” He leans down to capture your lips. “If you’ll have me.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair as your tongue licks past his lips, his tongue finding yours immediately. You bring him down closer to you, his hand on the bed beside you and his other hand on your jaw. You start laying down, your back hitting the mattress softly as Taehyung falls forward, caging you in.

“You’re so pretty y/n. So, so pretty.” Taehyung tells you between kisses, “I got sent the prettiest girl in the universe.”

You can’t help but giggle, but he continues to kiss you.

“And so, so sexy.” He leaves your lips and starts kissing the skin across your jaw. His kisses are warm and deep, he makes sure to linger with every kiss he gives you.

“Taehyung…” you can’t help but moan his name, you go to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down. Your hips jolt forward until you can feel his hard length through his pants, your feet dig into his back as you bring him closer and closer.

“So needy.” Taehyung whispers, “Let’s get you naked.”

Taehyung rises from your body and helps you sit up by taking your hand. His fingers play at the straps of your dress before he is playfully sliding them down with a dark smirk on his face.

“You don’t need this, do you?”

His hands slip the dress down your chest, exposing your breasts. Taehyung’s white teeth show as he smiles at his view, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Your dress falls, bunching at your waist. He pushes you down by the shoulder until your back is hitting the bed. Taehyung goes to the edge of the bed and starts dragging the dress down your legs, your ass being lifted up.

“No panties? God woman.”

You can’t help but open your mouth to laugh, your lips spreading apart in a wide smile. Taehyung groans into his shoulder as his eyes your naked body, he chews on his bottom lip until the taste of blood is noticeable.

“The things you do to me, my love.” He whispers. “I could cum in my fucking pants.”

“Haven’t you before? What’s stopping you now?” You tease.

Taehyung raises a brow at you and curls his lips upwards, he’s amused to say the least.

“Oh?” he stands between your spread legs, his knees falling to the mattress. “Should I cum? All by myself?”

“No, no.” you breathe out, “I want to cum with you.”

“I’ll make sure of that babe.”

Taehyung lifts from the bottom of his shirt until its up and over his head, he exposes his tan, broad chest and you feel yourself grow warm. You sit up and hurry to help him with his pants, your hands scrambling to unbutton his button and unzip his zipper. Taehyung can’t help but gaze at you with dark eyes, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Eager?”

“Yes, Taehyung.” You answer honestly. “I have fucking missed you.” You say.

You get his pants undone and you’re quick to help drag them down his legs, he assists you and gets them off.

“These too.” You point at his underwear. “We both need to be naked.”

“I agree baby.” He reaches for his briefs and slides them off his body in one go. You are not surprised to see his long, thick length nice and hard and bouncing off his lower abdomen. It screams it needs to be touched, it practically begs you, it practically cries out for you in desperation.

“Let me choke on your dick, baby.” You offer with a sly smile. “Promise to take as much of it as I can.”

“Oh really? Ready to gag on this cock? Ready to fill that tiny throat?” Taehyung grunts, leaning forward, pushing you back on to the bed. “Ready to get this mouth fucked?”

“Please Taehyung.” You not so quietly beg, “I need you.” You lay back on the bed, your head hitting the mattress softly.

Taehyung nods his head in approval, his body crawling up yours until his cock is hovering above your lips.

“Take me then.” Then he is shoving his cock past your lips, thrusting forward. His heavy cock pushes in and out of your mouth roughly, his groans and moans filling the room. Your mouth is warm and wet and absolute heaven as he fucks into it. You take the whole thing, making him fucking stutter above you.

“F-Feels so good baby.” He grunts, still fucking your mouth, quicker now.

Your hands go to his thighs, squeezing the flesh as you choke on his member, his dick hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

“Don’t want to finish this way…” Taehyung admits between rough breaths, “Inside you instead.”

Taehyung takes his cock out of your mouth with a pop, leaving you gasping for air. He goes back down your body until his face is level with yours, he takes your hands and brings them to his lips.

“You’re so beautiful. Did you know that?” He says, kissing your fingers. “Let’s see how wet you are.” He takes your hands and guides them down to your heat. He takes two of your fingers and places them at your clit, gathering your juices then brings your hand up to his lips again.

“Perfect.” He whispers, licking your fingers clean. “Now let me see.” His own hand travels between your bodies, his two fingers finding your pussy until he is teasing your hole. His eyes on yours with dark intensity.

“3 reasons why I love you.” Taehyung leans down until his lips are hovering your own.

“One,” he inserts one finger inside your needy hole, “Because you make amazing breakfast.” He starts slowly pushing the one finger in and out of you making you gasp at the contact. “Two,” he inserts another finger, scissoring the two fingers inside you. “Because you were strong and endured the island with me. And Three,” he inserts a third finger, thrusting all 3 fingers in and out of you roughly and quickly. “Because you’re so beautiful and so strong, and so funny and so cute.” He continues pushing his three fingers in and out.

“Taehyung…” you moan, “Don’t stop, please.”

He’s hitting something special, a spot he has hit many times but you can’t control yourself, you need to finish this way.

“Just stretching you out baby.” Taehyung chuckles darkly, “That’s all.”

You shake your head, you need this. You need to cum all around his fingers, you need to scream out for him with his fingers inside you. But much to your dismay, his fingers leave your pussy. And he’s finally closing the distance and kissing your lips.

His kiss is rough, like he has everything to lose. Like his life is on the line. His tongue gets pushed past your lips and you find and accept it easily, just as desperate as he is. And then your eyes are shooting open when you feel his thick cock teasing at your entrance.

Taehyung pulls away from you to gaze into your eyes, “Going to fuck you now.” He warns before he is circling his cock around your clit and lowering it back to your hole.

“Please.” You beg.

Taehyung’s harsh breaths hit your lips and he leans back down to kiss you, his cock slowly, so agonizingly slowly begins easing into you, inch by fucking inch. You gasp out, his cock not even half way inside you before you are trying to catch a breath.

“Tae…” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

He pauses to make sure you’re good and when he sees you are he starts pushing his hips forward again, his cock sliding in from how wet you are.

“You feel like heaven, my love. Absolute heaven.” He grits his teeth, “I am going to fuck you several ways before we are done.” He warns.

“Okay babe.” You moan, “Just fuck me.”

Taehyung continues to push inside you until he bottoms out, his cock nice and snug inside you. He slowly, so, so agonizingly slow decides to finally slide out of you, before thrusting back in. You yelp when he slams his hips into yours, you feel your guts shifting at the weight of his cock inside you.

Taehyung starts fucking you like he has never fucked you before, like before was never real. Like this is truly the first time that his skin has touched your skin, and for some reason it truly does feel that way. He can’t explain it but this really feels like the first time.

“Holy fuck, this is better than I remember.” He whines out, “So much better.”

Taehyung lifts you up until your chest is flush against his, he continues to fuck you like this until he is leaving your body and guiding you off the bed. You grow confused but understand when he leads you to the balcony’s window.

“Going to fuck you for the whole city to see.” He pushes you up against the window, your breasts smooshed against the glass. Then his dick is being shoved inside you once more, he is thrusting so hard, so desperate, so fucking wildly. Your ass cheeks jiggling with a every slam to your hips. You cry out in pleasure against the window, the sun shining brightly on you two like it’s your fucking spotlight.

“Mm.” Taehyung lifts one leg up, angling it beside him, fucking you deeper now. This is truly unexplainable, but every stroke of his cock feels brand new. Every time he slides in and out of you it feels like the first time.

“All of Seoul knows we are together now, right baby?” He manages to say between bated breaths. “You’re giving them such a pretty view.”

“We are giving them such a pretty view.” You moan out, your hands sliding down the window.

“Fuck, babe, you feel so amazing.” Taehyung drags his long cock inside you over and over until you are yelling out in pleasure. “So fucking tight.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung.” You pant out. Taehyung takes you by the hair and lightly tugs to make your head fall onto his shoulder, he begins kissing your now exposed neck as he fucks you. His tongue licking up your throat as you moan for him.

“Ah, Taehyung.” You slam your eyes shut as he fucks just a bit harder.

Taehyung bends you over, lifting your ass higher into the air and starts pounding into you. You scream out his name in pleasure from the force, you continue to squeeze your eyes closed and bite on your lips.

“Come here,” Taehyung disconnects from you and guides you towards the bed again, he softly pushes you down and he climbs on top of you, inserting his swollen member inside you once more. He doesn’t start immediately slamming his hips into you this time, instead he stays inside you for several long moments.

Taehyung leans forward until his chest is touching yours and his lips are on your neck. His kisses are soft and slow, your moans long and dragged out. Your hands claw at his back as he starts to slowly rock his hips into yours, the nice slow, drag of his cock making you feel light headed.

“Fuck.” You whine, “You feel so good.”

Taehyung groans in response, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he continues to slowly fuck into you. The strumming guitar plays softly in the background still, the orange glow in the room makes the scene so beautiful. Taehyung’s hands find yours, he raises them above your head and interlocks your fingers. He starts to slowly thrust inside you a bit harder now, his cock brushing against every magical spot making you cry out in pleasure.

“Let’s just fuck for a while.” He whispers into your ear, “Just want to live inside you.”

His hips push into yours over and over, slowing down when he needs to in order to keep your orgasms at bay.

Taehyung really can’t explain this feeling, this feeling like he is only connecting with you for the first time ever. Like, this experience is a first for both of you. He feels himself grow more and more infatuated with you, more and more in love.

“Taehyung…” you bite his shoulder when he slams his hips into you particularly hard. “I want to ride you.”

“You want control, huh?” Taehyung smirks above you, “My baby wants to cum all around my cock, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” You pant, “I need you.”

“You can ride me but you can’t cum until I say so, okay?” He leaves your hole and crawls to the top of the bed, sits down with his back against the headboard. “Come here, then.”

You make your way to him, your legs on either side of his, your hand finding his hard cock.

“Nice and slow…okay, baby?” Taehyung helps you angle his cock properly, the tip at your hole. You nod your head as you keep your eyes on him, you slowly begin sinking down on his member. He enters you so smoothly, he fills you to the brim. You gasp out when you feel how full you are, you whine when he keeps your hips still. You want to move so bad but his fingers dig into your skin as he controls you, he doesn’t allow you to move.

“Just enjoy the feeling baby.” He breathes out, “See how long you can last.”

Your face scrunches up in desperation, your eyes staying on his but you want to slam them shut from the frustration. You want to move your hips so badly but he still doesn’t allow it, his chest begins heaving as the moments pass. He’s just as eager as you are but he is controlling himself as he controls you.

“Stay still…I’m going to touch you.” He warns. “Promise to stay still?”

“Yes Taehyung.” You grit out.

One of Taehyung’s hands leave your hips as he fingers dance across your stomach, the sensation has you finally squeezing your eyes shut. His fingers skid across your skin lightly as they travel lower and lower. Finally, your eyes shoot open when his fingers find and press against your clit. He then starts rubbing slow circles and you part your lips to cry out, the feeling like paradise.

“Don’t move your hips.” Taehyung reminds you, “Just enjoy the feeling.”

Your face continues to express your frustrations, you start panting from how desperate you feel. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves faster now and you accidentally jerk your hips forward making the both of you groan.

“Careful y/n. Not yet.”

His fingers move faster now, sliding easily from your wetness. You whine over and over, your voice cracking with every pleading word.

“Please, Tae…fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he squeezes your hip, keeping you still.

“Do you think you can cum like this?” He asks softly.

“Yes.”

His fingers don’t stop, they rub you faster and faster and faster. You feel challenged, not being able to move, you feel so full of his cock, you feel so god damn frustrated but it feels so good. It feels indescribable as his fingers play with you. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, your eyes roll around and your hands find his shoulders as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Holy fuck Taehyung.” You cry, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Your legs shake around him as you feel the hard wave of pleasure wash over you. His hand loosens around your hip and you lose control as you start rocking your hips back and forth, riding out this incredible high.

“Fuck, fuuuuucckk.” You lean forward until your head is on his shoulder, his hands go back to your hips as he urges you to lift yourself off his cock, but your legs are weak. His hands go to your back as he guides you to fall forward, and once you do he starts thrusting upward. You try to catch your breath as he starts to quickly fuck you from under you.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He grits out, “I could watch you cum all day.” His cock pounds into you, his tip hitting you so deeply. “You realize I had to stop myself from coming inside you as you came?” he holds you close, his sweaty skin sticking to yours.

Taehyung quickly flips your bodies over, your back now on the mattress as he hovers above you. He places your legs on his shoulders as he fucks you deeper, his hard member brushing against you in a way that has you feeling dizzy.

“Taehyung…I’m going to come again.” You warn between rough breaths, “Please, faster.”

“I’ll come with you.” He leans forward until his lips are on yours, his kiss so fucking sloppy and messy. He pushes his cock into you faster and faster and faster, his hips slamming into yours.

“Come for me baby.” Taehyung repeats over and over, “Please, right now. Please.” His pleading words go straight to your needy pussy. You feel yourself go tense as you start to cum all around his cock, your walls squeezing him and milking him dry as he stills his hips and comes into you. He moans so loudly, his bated breaths against your neck.

“Fuck baby.” He slowly pushes his cock into you a few more times, his cum entering you deeper now. Taehyung and you both whine, the feeling so overwhelming. He stays still inside you and breaths roughly against your neck before he lifts his head and finds your lips. He pecks them a few times as he slides out of you. You feel empty without his cock.

“That was…” You try to catch your breath, your words getting lost on your tongue. Taehyung chuckles as he falls beside you, his member beginning to soften now. His arms wrap around you, bringing you in close.

“Yeah.” He agrees, “You felt so good, y/n. I will never get used to it.”

“You felt…” you finally compose yourself, your face nuzzling in his chest. “I’ve never felt this way before.” You admit softly. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s how it should be babe. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I love you Taehyung.” Your fingers dance over his chest, your fingertips absorbing his warmth. “So much.”

“I love you more.” Taehyung smiles cheekily, “We should really get some sleep because we have our date tonight.”

“We’re still going on that?” You tease.

“What? You think just because we had sex that I can’t romance you? You’re about to find out how romantic I can be.” Taehyung kisses the side of your head. “But maybe a shower is in order first.”

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You don’t want to wake up. The feeling of Taehyung’s warm arms wrapped around you is enough to make you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven. His alarm is insistent though, the loud beeping coming from his phone making you both groan in annoyance.

“Just turn it off, Tae. Let’s just sleep. We can go on a date tomorrow.” You mumble. Taehyung loosens his hold on you as he turns his body over and reaches for his phone.

“No.” he chuckles groggily. “Let’s get up.” He finally clicks the alarm off and rolls back over until he’s hovering over you. “Get up sleepy head.” He leans down and pecks your lips softly.

“Mm.” you shake your head. Taehyung smiles as he watches you, you look so cute like this.

“Don’t be a brat.” He laughs, “Let’s start getting ready.” Then he is leaving your body, his warmth going with him as he rises from the bed.

“Fine.” You cutely whine. “It’s 2pm now. What time should I be ready?”

“Can you be ready in an hour?” Taehyung goes to his closet to choose his outfit for the day. “Or is that too soon?”

“No, I can do an hour.” You hum, “I guess I should really get up then.” You finally rise from the bed as well, walking to his closet to see your red dress hanging.

“I’m going to head to Jimin’s to get ready. I’ll be back by 3ish.” Taehyung folds his clothing and places them in a backpack, “I’ll get my things from the bathroom. You can get ready here and I’ll pick you up…you know, properly.”

“You’re going to Jimin’s to get ready?” you tilt your head as you look at him. “Just get ready here.” You whine.

“No,” he laughs, “I have to pick up some things on the way so it works out. You have the whole apartment to yourself, enjoy baby.” He comes to you and kisses your forehead. “I’ll see you in an hour?”

“Fine, okay.” You smile for him, “See you in a bit. Love you.”

“I love you too.” He gazes down at you, his dark eyes filling with adoration. “See you soon.” And then he is leaving the bedroom. After a few minutes you hear the front door opening and closing, you take this as your sign to actually start getting ready.

You look at the red dress and start to feel a blush creeping on your cheeks…it’s a beautiful dress, really. It’s a nice shade of red, pleated and goes to about your knees. It has long sleeves that fall off the shoulders and you feel very pretty just imagining it on. You slip off Taehyung’s T shirt, and find a strapless bra in your suitcase and slip on the dress, it falls over your body shamelessly. You look at yourself in the mirror and your eyes widen…you really have no business looking this good at 2pm on a Friday.

You walk into the bathroom and start your make up process, you decide on light makeup but enough to highlight your features. You tie your hair up into a low, messy bun and apply some lipstick, smacking your lips dramatically as you eye yourself in the mirror. You feel satisfied with the way you look…you can’t wait for Taehyung to see you.

It’s already almost 3 when you hear knocking on the front door…you rush to find your shoes and your purse and make your way to the door. You take a deep breath before you swing the door open, but your breath gets caught in your throat when you see your view.

Taehyung looks absolutely breathtaking. His black turtle neck smooth over his skin, his dark dress pants and gray jacket draped over his arm…he looks like his belongs at an award show. His other hand carries a large bouquet of flowers, many different types with many different colors. Your eyes scan each and every one and you feel yourself grow weak at the sight. Your eyes finally find his and he looks so taken aback.

“Holy shit.” He mutters, “Holy fucking shit.”

“What?” you smile, “What is it?”

“You’re so beautiful…” he bites on his lips, “This dress is so perfect for you. And I love your hair up…your neck…I just want to kiss all over it.” He admits.

“You look very handsome as well, Tae.” You put your hands out, gesturing for him to hand over the flowers.

“Oh, right.” He places the bouquet in your hands. “For you.”

“Help me find a vase?” you nod your head towards inside the apartment. Taehyung nods his head and walks inside, heading towards his kitchen. He finds a vase that his mother gave him and fills it with water. He takes the flowers from you and places them inside.

“Do you like them?” he asks, “Some of these flowers are the same type as the ones from the island…when I gave you some on that date we went on.” Taehyung shyly mumbles.

“Oh? I love that.” You squeeze his bicep. “You’re so thoughtful.” You lean up and kiss his cheek.

“Kiss me properly babe.” Taehyung tells you.

“But my lipstick…” you whine, “But fine.”

Your hands find themselves on both his cheeks as you softly pull him down, closer to you and you give him a sweet smooch.

“Love you.” He whispers against your lips as you pull back some. “Ready?”

~

The Leeum Samsung Museum of Art is more impressive than you would have ever imagined. It blends Korean history with modern art. The pieces are so extravagant, so unique and so fun that you can’t help but gaze at them for several long moments. Taehyung has seen this all before but he still gets so immersed and his excitement is very clear that he gets to share this with you.

“It’s a chandelier, right? Wow, this is so bright and sparkly…” you say, admiration filling the tone of your voice. “Let’s hang this up in your apartment.” You joke.

“Whatever you want baby.” Taehyung tells you, his hand going around your waist. “Ready to move on to the next piece?”

“Sure.” You smile, “I will probably will want to take it home, whatever it is. This place is amazing.”

“Isn’t it?”

You two walk until you are standing in front of a wall full of diamond shaped mirrors, you hurry to grab your phone from your purse and take Taehyung’s arm.

“Should we take a picture?” you ask, feeling a bit shy because besides the photos from the island, you two have never taken a picture together. You feel the jitters like this truly is a first date.

“Sure baby.” Taehyung stands behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and smiles for the photo. You feel your heart bursting in joy as you feel his warmth surround you. You smile at your reflection and snap the picture.

“Let’s take a selfie too.” Taehyung offers. You agree, lifting the phone up and switching the camera to face the two of you. You click a few photos, some smiling, some with kissy lips, some with his lips on your cheek and one with his lips on your lips. You feel so lovely, so giddy, so happy.

“They close soon…” Taehyung mentions regretfully. “And sunset is almost here.” He looks at his phone, “We should get going for the next part of our date.”

“Something to do with the sunset?” you guess.

“Maybe.” He grins at you, “Come on.”

~

You two take Line 3 and exit 2 for the place he is taking you, you see a tall building and wonder what it could be. He leads you inside and takes you up the elevator until you are on the roof of the building.

“Sky Rose Garden.” He says with a proud smile, “It’s so pretty right? Right?”

Your eyes scan the area…there’s so many roses all around, many tables and café’s. You walk forward until you’re at the edge, your hands going to the railing.

“Holy shit…what a view of the city.” You say under your breath, “The sun is setting.” You tell him. The way the sun sets over the buildings is a sight for sore eyes, the mix of the golden rays and the blooming flowers mixed with dim lights makes for a beautiful scene.

“Let’s get something to eat.” Taehyung feels himself grow prouder and prouder for bringing you here, your eyes filling with stars as you gaze at everything.

“Okay.” You find his hand and interlock your fingers. He guides you to the shop and you two order two drinks and some small finger foods. You bring it to a small table, setting your things down while Taehyung pulls your chair out for you. You sit and thank him while he takes his own seat.

“This is such a romantic spot, Tae.” You flutter your lashes at him, a sweet smile adorning your face. “I feel like I don’t deserve this.”

Taehyung frowns at your words, he brings his drink to his lips as he studies you.

“We’re going to work on that.” He says, putting the drink back down onto the table. “I want you to feel like you deserve the world and more.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I deserve this…deserve you…”

“Don’t say that. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you baby. You’re so lovely.”

“You really love me, don’t you?” you kind of laugh, “You make me feel like you do…”

“I do.” He says quickly. “So much.”

“You have options now, Tae. And you still want me? Still choose me?” you looks into his dark eyes and you see how they soften for you.

“y/n. I choose you every day. Every minute of every day. I choose you.” Taehyung tries to smile but it’s sort of sad. “Do you choose me?”

“Yes!” you rush, “Taehyung, I love you.”

“Then….” Taehyung’s eyes slide to the sunset. He watches as the sun lowers itself over the buildings. “Do you like it here?” he asks. “Would you move here…?”

Suddenly, you feel yourself panic. It’s not like you hate it here…but isn’t it so soon to ask that? When would you even move? Now? Taehyung’s eyes find yours and he notices how you seem to fill with something anxious.

“y/n? Sorry…maybe I shouldn’t have….”

“No, no.” you gulp. “I just…need time to think.”

“No, you do. Definitely. You do. I’m sorry. I don’t want to feel like I am pressuring you.”

“I know babe.” You finally release a long breath, “I just…don’t know.”

“And that’s okay.” He assures you, his hand finding yours over the table top. “Just try to communicate your feelings to me.”

“I’m afraid…” you admit, sighing out.

“Afraid of what?”

“Of saying something you won’t like.” You pull your hand away from his, “Hurting your feelings.”

Taehyung’s lips curve downwards as he looks at you. “Forget about my feelings,” he says. “Let’s focus on yours. But when you’re ready.” He assures you again.

“Sorry I…” you start to feel overwhelmed…anxiety building within you.

“Let’s just enjoy the night sky.” Taehyung smiles, he reaches for your hand again and squeezes it tightly. “Come.” He stands, leading you towards the railing. You two gaze at the darkening sky, you see the streets come to life as night time approaches.

“Sorry if I ruined the mood.” You say after a long while, “I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Taehyung squeezes your hand again, “Everything is still perfect. As long as we are together things are the way they are meant to be.”

“You really believe that?” you ask, swaying into his side.

“More than anything.” His arm wraps around your shoulder, he brings you in close and sniffs your hair and exhales a breath of satisfaction. “Are you enjoying our date?”

“So much.” You say, “This is so romantic.”

“I try.” He chuckles, “But what I really want? To take you home, open a bottle of wine and kiss you. Kiss you so fucking much.”

“Take me home then.” You tease. “I’m ready when you are.”

~

You and Taehyung are sitting on his balcony. The night time air feels nice and refreshing, the way the breeze lightly blows. You sip on the red wine he poured you and you feel your skin tingling and your head light and airy.

“You wanted to be an actress?” Taehyung raises a brow at you, feeling quite impressed. “Like for movies and stuff?”

“You know I’m quite good at acting.” You remind him, “I love being in character.” You wink, your cheeks warming up. Taehyung smirks at you, remembering your island days where you dressed in many different outfits for him.

“True.” He says smoothly, “I need to find out more though.”

“We can arrange that.”

“How come you didn’t pursue it though?”

You nibble on your lips as you think, “It’s not really realistic is it?”

“You’re talking to an aspiring musician.” He deadpans. “I get it though, the arts are hard.”

“Yeah. But I believe in you, your voice is so charming.” You say in a smooth, deep voice, trying to imitate him. Taehyung chuckles and nods his head like he agrees.

“I am struggling to finish this song…” he mentions, “But when it’s done I want to show you.” He takes a sip of his wine.

“I cannot wait babe.” You reply excitedly.

“Why are you so far away?” Taehyung whines, “Come sit closer.”

“Your chairs are set up this way.” You laugh, “But sure, I can come closer.” You stand up and drag your chair next to Taehyung and plop down into it. “Better?”

“No.” He sets his wine down on the table in front of him and takes your arm, pulling you closer and closer until you’re finding yourself in his lap. “Now, it’s better.”

“I really do feel bad about earlier…” your hand goes to his shirt, you play with the material. “I know you say I didn’t ruin the mood but I still feel like I did…”

“You didn’t baby.” Taehyung frowns.

“Even still…I want to make it up to you.” Your eyes go from looking at your hand to his eyes. “Can I do that for you?”

“And how would you make it up to me?” His hands go to rub your back. “You really don’t have to but I am curious?”

“Mm.” you look up, pretending to think as you smile. “Maybe I could…” you hand travels down to his belt buckle. “Make you cum.”

“Oh?” he leans his head back as his eye lids become heavy. “How would you make me cum?” he asks with a low voice.

“My mouth.” You state seductively. “How does that sound baby?”

“As tempting as that sounds…” Taehyung closes his eyes as a smirk plays at his lips…”I have another idea.”

“And what’s that?” you continue to unbuckle his belt.

“You never really got to ride me like you wanted.” His fingers go to his buttons, he begins undoing them, helping you.

“I love where your mind is at.” You tell him smoothly, your hands scrambling to undo his zipper. He lifts himself up and you help him drag his pants down to his thighs, his briefs going with them. Your small hand immediately wraps around his half hard length, you lean into kiss his neck as he sighs out. You start stroking him very slowly, sometimes squeezing him at the tip making him release a long, shaky breath.

“I’m going to touch you too.” He warns softly. “That okay?”

“Yes, please.” You move to straddle him, his hand goes under your dress as his fingers rub you over your panties. You sigh out in pleasure as he touches you. You start stroking him a bit faster until he’s completely hard.

“You’re definitely wet enough…” Taehyung smirks, “Your panties are soaked.”

You nod your head frantically as you hold on to his hard cock, you look him in the eyes and start teasing his cock at your hole.

“If you’re too loud my neighbors might hear.” Taehyung tells you.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quiet.”

“Not what I was trying to say.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. You ease yourself onto his cock, lowering yourself onto it. He hisses when he feels your warmth surround him, he whines when he feels how your walls suck him in.

“You feel so incredible.” He sighs out, “Let’s come quickly?” he asks, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Yes Taehyung.” You start lifting yourself off him before slamming back down. You repeat this action over and over, your thighs burning as you fuck yourself onto his cock. Taehyung’s hands go under your dress and he squeezes your ass cheeks in his large hands, helping you set the pace.

“Fuck baby. You ride cock so well.” Taehyung can’t help but meet you halfway, slightly thrusting into you from below. “Fuck.”

Your hands go to his hair, you hold on tightly as you ride him faster now. He groans when you tug on it, his eyes find yours and they look like they have fire inside them.

“Can you go faster my love?” He whines, “Should I help you?”

Your thighs burn, your shaking legs telling him all he needs to know. He starts thrusting from below, hitting your g spot over and over. The pleasure building so fucking quickly.

“Ah, Taehyung.” You cry out, your head falls to his shoulder and you bite into his skin making him moan for you.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He starts fucking you faster, harder and deeper all at once. You can’t help but scream out his name over and over as he hits your spot, his fingers finally make contact with your clit and that’s the last straw. You start moving your hips wildly as you start to cum all around his cock.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you yell out, your moans loud and high pitched. You squeeze his cock, making him shoot his cum inside you. You both continue to move your hips into each other, riding out your highs.

“Holy fuck baby.” Taehyung breathes into your neck, “Love you on top.” His hands massage your ass cheeks and he lightly spanks you.

“Felt so good.” You pant. “Let’s stay like this for a moment.” You say, referring to his dick being inside you.

“Yes.” He breathes out roughly, “You think my neighbors hate us?” he laughs.

~~~~~

It’s Saturday morning and you are in an amazing mood. Taehyung just fucked you against the shower wall, then fucked you again on the bathroom counter, then ate you out on the bed. You wish every morning started off like that.

Taehyung is in the kitchen making some eggs and bacon while you slip on one of his t shirts and a fresh pair on undies. You make your way into the kitchen, walking behind Taehyung. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and inhale his scent. It smells like him, smells like home.

“Hungry?” he asks.

“Starved.”

“I bet.” Taehyung chuckles, he turns around in your grasp and hugs you tightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore as fuck.” You look down and then back up into his eyes. You see how he grins, feeling satisfied with himself.

“Sorry.” He says, still grinning.

“No you aren’t.” you laugh, you let go of him and head towards the counter and take a seat on one of the stools. “So I had an idea.”

“What idea is that?” Taehyung continues to cook the bacon on the stove. “Hm?”

“I was thinking we invite the guys over tonight…maybe have a game night?”

“A game night?” Taehyung turns around to take a look at you, a smile forming on his lips. “You want to see the guys already again?”

“Of course. They’re my….my…friends.” you mumble lamely. “Right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Taehyung turns back around, the smile in his voice very evident. “I’ll add you to the group chat. You can invite them yourselves.”

“Tae.” You whine, “You do it.”

“Don’t be shy babe.”

“I am shy though.” You complain, “Come on.”

“Nope.” He smiles, flipping the bacon.

You groan into your hands but you can’t help but smile too. You mean, they are your friends right? So it’s not awkward if you do it?

“Here…” Taehyung pulls out his phone and presses on the screen for a while. “Just added you.” He looks up at you and grins, “Go ahead.”

You find your own phone and see you have been added to their group chat…you feel a bit awkward like you’re entering a sacred space but Taehyung looks so excited…

“okay…”

y/n 11:06am

Hey guys…it’s y/n. I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over to Tae’s apartment tonight for a game night, If not its cool. Just thought I would ask.

Jimin 11:07am

Omg hi!! Yes, sounds good with me. What time should I come?

Yoongi 11:07am

Srry cant make it tonight but next time for sure:-)

Jungkook 11:08am

Whatever

Namjoon 11:08am

Going to be with Yoongi, sorry y/n. But let’s make plans soon!

Hobi 11:09am

Have a big paper due on Monday. Next time though!!!!:)

Jin 11:10am

Game night! Woo! See you tonight.

You bring your phone to your chest as you feel it bubble with excitement. Taehyung looks at his phone, reading over the messages and glances at you with a smile.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Shut up.” You groan, your head falling into your hands. “Let’s eat?”

“Almost ready.” He smirks at you, “Tell Jimin 7.”

You take your phone again and send the text telling the guys what time to come. You can’t help but feel your mood brighten even more. You really, like really don’t know when the last time you felt this happy. In fact…maybe this is the first time you have felt this happy.

“We need to clean up the apartment though…” you take a look around, “We look like slobs.”

“After we eat!” Taehyung brings a plate to where you’re seated, his sets it down on the counter and his own plate next to you. “Let’s dig in.” he smiles, sitting down next to you.

~

“What song is this? I love it.” You can’t help but mumble the lyrics, even though you have no idea what they are saying.

“It’s called Bittersweet.” Taehyung tells you, he sways his body into yours, dancing along to the song. You can’t help but laugh and dance along as well, Taehyung takes your hands and wraps them around his neck as his hands go to your hips.

“Let’s dance.” He tells you…”Remember when we danced on the island? On our date?”

“Yeah…it was one of your romantic gestures…” you remind him with a sweet smile.

“The backless dress you wore that night….drove me crazy.” He admits softly, pulling your closer.

“Oh really?” you smirk, “ I tried looking nice that night. Did I go too far?”

“Baby I had to try so hard to keep my eyes elsewhere. But feeling your bare back?” Taehyung huffs out, “That was torture.”

“Hm.” You hum, “Is that so?” you both continue swaying to the music and then you start giggling. “We’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“We can multi task.” He teases, “We’ve done worse while we clean.” He winks at you and your cheeks heat up, turning nice and rosy.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, already leaning up. Taehyung pushes his head forward as he meets your lips half way. “I’m so, so happy Taehyung.”

“This is just the beginning baby.”

~

Evening finally comes, the setting sun giving the room a low glow. You hear knocking on the door and you whip your head in the doors direction before looking at your phone to see the time. It’s only 6:40.

“Must be Jimin.” Taehyung starts walking towards the door, swinging it open to reveal Jimin standing there.

“Hey friends.” Jimin walks in, a bottle of wine in hand. “I am ready for game night!”

You stand to your feet and walk towards Jimin, his entire face lights up and he rushes to hug you tightly.

“Hi.” He continues to squeeze you in his arms, you make eye contact with Taehyung who is just smiling fondly at you both.

“Hey…you brought wine!” you gesture towards the wine as you pull back, “What kind?”

“It’s a chardonnay.” He tells you with a sweet smile, “I’ll put it in the kitchen.” He says, leaving you to make his way into the kitchen.

“I need to shower still.” Taehyung tells you, “think you’ll be alright with Jimin?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You wave him off, “Go, go.”

Taehyung announces to Jimin that he will return shortly and disappears into the bedroom. Jimin comes into the living room, joining you on the sofa with two wine glasses.

“For you.” He hands you the glass, “and for me.” He tilts the glass back and chugs like half the glass, you chuckle at his excitement.

“So, tell me. What was Taehyung like when you first met him?” he grins, waiting for you answer.

“An asshole.” You say with a straight face.

“Eh?” Jimin pushes his head back in disbelief. “My Taehyungie? There’s no way. Although he told me about it, I still can’t believe it.” He laughs, his eyes basically disappearing as he giggles.

“And how do you think you were?”

“He tells me I was a brat.”

“No, no. Not my angel y/n!” Jimin laughs again and you join him.

“Neither of us were very mature starting out.” You admit, bringing the glass of wine to your lips. “But we grew to get used to each other I guess.”

“I knew he was going to fall in love with you.” Jimin gives you a cheeky smile, “His parents shared the photos with us and I just knew he had a thing for you since the beginning.”

“I don’t know about that.” you chuckle. “I don’t think he liked me very much at first.”

“Eh, details details.” He shrugs, “As the weeks went by his eyes filled with more and more love each time. I knew he was a goner.”

“You think so?” you can’t help but blush. “I don’t know…”

“You shouldn’t doubt it.” Jimin becomes a little more serious, he brings the wine glass closer to his mouth. “Please don’t ever doubt his feelings…not again…” then he is chugging back the rest of the wine.

“I…I won’t.” you can sense the shift in the atmosphere for a few moments before Jimin cracks a wide smile and pats you on the back.

“I really am envious of you two.” He whines dramatically. “You guys are so hot!”

“Do you have someone Jimin?” you decide to pry, you are friends after all. Jimin looks a little surprised but then he offers you a small smile, his cheeks turning pink.

“I—”

Insistent knocking on the door interrupts. “I’ll get it!” Jimin rushes to his feet.

Jimin makes his way to the door, opens it and starts hugging on his two friends that just showed up.

“y/n!!!!” Jin comes through, “How’s my new friend?”

You rise from the sofa, setting your glass of wine down before you are being engulfed in a warm hug.

“Hi Jin.” You wrap your arms around him in a hug just as tight.

“Jungkook you better come say hi properly.” Jin yells out, still hugging you.

“Nah, I’m good.” He says with a straight face. He enters the apartment and heads straight towards the kitchen for some water. “Really sucks it’s just me, you, Jimin and Tae tonight.”

“And y/n.” Jin gives Jungkook a look from across the living room.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Maybe we should start drinking?” you offer, walking towards the kitchen yourself. “We have wine, beer…”

“Wow, we might actually agree on something.” Jungkook gives you a cold stare. “I want beer.” He says, extending his hand out.

“You are the definition of a brat.” Jimin chuckles. “Get your own beer.”

“Beer sounds good!” Jin comes into the kitchen too, his hand rubbing at Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’ll get them.”

You can’t help but laugh as you watch Jungkook slump his shoulders when he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Tae sure is taking a while.” Jimin comments, “Oh! y/n, your glass is empty. Shall we go for round two?” he winks at you, holding up the bottle of wine and shaking it around slightly.

“Hm,” you put a finger to your chin as you pretend to think. “Yes.” You walk back to grab your glass and bring it towards Jimin so he can refill your glass.

“I hear my name.” Taehyung comes into the kitchen with damp hair, “Were you guys talking about how amazing I am?”

“Would y/n really know? If she did she wouldn’t have—”

Jin hits Jungkook on the arm, making him shut up. Taehyung glares at Jungkook but brushes it off.

“Anyway.” You gulp, “I say we also order some food?”

“You are just full of great ideas girl.” Jin exclaims excitedly.

Drinks are being drank, food has been ordered and conversation is flowing. You all sit in Taehyung’s living room, everyone feeling a bit tipsy as you all laugh and talk.

“Dumplings? Your biggest fight was over dumplings?” you giggle, the alcohol making you feel warm and giddy.

“It’s deeper than that.” Jimin pouts, “Right Tae?”

“Yeah, exactly. No one understands us Jiminie.” Taehyung also pouts dramatically.

“It’s okay,” you smile. “Me and my sister wanted to murder each other over a pack of crayons so.”

“Crayons?” Jin asks. “Like the color sticks. Why?”

“I swear she kept breaking my crayons in half!” You chug back more of your wine. “So I took hers and broke all of them.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“y/n is the type to get revenge. Noted.” Jimin blinks at you and laughs. “Be careful everyone!”

“Scary.” Taehyung shudders, “I’ll make sure to stay on your good side.”

“Good.” You nod at him, “For the best.”

“Reminds me of the time Jungkook ate all my ramens when he thought I took a bite of his. He literally went and ate 6 cups in a row. All so I would be left with none.”

“You’re both scary.” Jimin looks between you and Jungkook and you both shrug nonchalantly.

“It is what it is.” Jungkook slurs.

“Should we finally play a drinking game?” you decide to speak up over the chatter, “I vote King’s Cup.”

“That’s the one where each card has a rule right?”

“Basically.”

“Yeah, I’m down!” Jin high fives you across the table. “Where’s the cards Tae?”

“I’ll go grab them” Taehyung stands from the floor and goes to his bookshelf where a deck of cards are. “Got them.” He comes back to the table and sits down on the floor.

“I just spread the cards all around?” he asks you and you nod your head.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Whoever draws the last king has to chug this beer.” Jimin places a beer in the middle of the table. “Got it?”

“Got it!” Jin yells out, “I hate chugging so hopefully a pro like Jimin gets it. Or Jungkook.”

“Or me.” You slur cockily.

“And not me.” Taehyung whines. “I hate chugging.”

“Ladies first…?” Jimin gestures towards you with an evil smirk and you roll your eyes playfully.

You reach for a card and see that you pulled a 4. You immediately groan.

“4 is whores. You’re on your own.” Jungkook points out the obvious.

“Whores is an aggressive word…let’s say ‘ladies.’” Jin says softly, “Sorry though y/n. Jungkook’s right though, you’re on your own.”

Jimin and Taehyung snicker to themselves as they all wait for you to take a drink.

“Fine.” You bring a beer to your lips, gulping down the cold liquid.

“Jimin your turn!” you point at him drunkenly, “I hope you get a 3!”

Jimin shakes his head with a wide smile as he reaches for a card on the table, he pulls a Jack and starts laughing like a maniac.

“What?” Everyone asks. Jimin shows the card and smiles cheekily.

“Jack is back. Sorry, y/n, looks like you are drinking again.”

“What the actual fuck?” you groan as the boys laugh. “I wish there were other girls here, I feel outnumbered.” You laugh as you take a sip of your drink.

“Well…I could invite Yuna and Jiwoo?” Jimin asks, looking around the room to get the other guys approvals.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” Jungkook stutters out, “Um. Yeah.” He starts to blush and Jin gives Jungkook a knowing smile.

“Yeah, they’re cool. y/n will like them.” Taehyung says with a smile, his hand going to your thigh as he squeezes it lightly.

“But will they like me?” you mumble. “It’s fine, you don’t have to actually invite anyone I was just kidding,”

“No!” Jimin claps his hands excitedly. “It’ll be fun!” He pulls his phone out and sends them a text.

“Okay…Jungkook it’s your turn.” You point at the boy and he excitedly reaches for a card. He pulls a 9.

“Rhyme…Uh, I’ll start off with the word…Cat.” Then he whips his head in Jin’s direction.

“Hat!” Jin yells out quickly.

“Bat!” Taehyung manages to get out.

“Sat!”

“Mat!”

“Uhhhhhhhh……” Jungkook panics, not able to think of a word in time.

“Times up!” Jimin laughs loudly, “You lose, you drink.”

Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes as he chugs back some of his drink. “Jin, your turn.”

Jin pulls a Queen.

“Oh, question master!” Jin smirks, “So anytime I ask a question and someone answers it they have to drink right?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung answers.

“Drink.” The rest of you say in unison, everyone laughing as Taehyung’s eyes go wide and he starts yelling about how unfair that was.

“Taehyung go!” He pulls an 8. AKA mate/date. He has to choose someone in the room to drink with him every time he drinks.

“My girlfriend, of course.” He looks over at you and blows you a kiss. He immediately picks up his drink and takes a sip, you roll your eyes as you pick up your own drink and gulp back some of the liquid. “Your turn baby.” Taehyung gestures towards the cards.

You pick up a 5…you all decide on never have I ever. You go first.

“Never have I ever lived in Korea.” You smirk at the boys and they all groan as they take a drink.

“You have to drink too because Tae is drinking.” Jungkook smirks. “You played yourself.”

Your eyes go wide as you realize then you throw your head back in defeat as you take a drink of your beer.

“Whatever.” You mumble. “You all lose a finger though. Only two more fingers left.”

“Never have I ever lived in (Your country)” Jimin’s sly smile makes it to his lips as he stares at you. Jin high fives Jimin and Taehyung and Jungkook laugh.

“Wow.” You take another sip of your beer.

“Never have I ever smoked weed.” Jungkook states proudly. Taehyung lowers a finger and takes a drink.

“What? When?” you ask, surprised.

“It was a dark 6 months y/n.” Taehyung lightly giggles. “It was just a couple of times though.”

“Never have I ever had sex with 2 different girls in one night.” Jin looks around the room. His eyes scanning his friends…when Taehyung lowers his last finger and takes a drink.

“Slut!” Jimin yells out, laughing. “Oh…” he pulls out his phone, “Yuna says they will come later…oh, it’s my turn.” He pulls a King. The rule maker.

“The rule is every time you drink you have to say a line from a Disney movie!”

“That’s hard!” Taehyung whines, “Why!”

“Oh, this is too easy.” You say with a devilish smirk, you notice Jungkook across the table also with his own smile.

“Too easy.” He repeats.

The night continues on, you all laugh and yell over one another, the room sizzling with excitement.

“There’s a snake in my boot!” Jungkook says before taking a sip of his beer.

“You had absolutely no reason to drink.” Jin deadpans. “You just want to show off your knowledge of Disney movies.”

“But daddy, I love him!” you take a sip of your own drink, your competitive eyes on Jungkook.

“You’re both annoying.” Taehyung says with a straight face. “Someone please draw another King so the rule can change.”

3 more Kings get drawn eventually, making the game come to an end. Everyone is drunk, giggling like maniacs. Your head finds Taehyung’s shoulder as you two rumble with laughter, sweet, sweet drunken laughter.

“Hey the girls are about to be here!” Jimin announces. Suddenly you stop your giggles, becoming a tad bit serious. A tad bit…nervous. You wonder…will they like you? What are they like? Are they nice? Are they mean? Your mind starts getting clouded with these thoughts…you start to feel insecure.

“Hey…” Taehyung slurs in your ear, “They’re great. Going to love you.” And then suddenly there’s knocking on the front door.

Jimin rises from the floor to open the door to let the girls in, a small girl with short blonde hair comes through first. She’s wearing several clips in her hair, a frilly dress and wearing a large smile on her face.

“Yuna!” Jimin goes in to hug her, she squeezes her eyes shut as she hugs Jimin. A girl with long, dark hair that’s half tied up in a bun walks in, she’s dressed much more casual.

“Jiwoo!” Jimin hugs her next, she wraps her arms around the boy loosely as she nods her head.

“Yes, yes.” She slurs, “We are here.”

“And we are drunk!” Yuna giggles, twirling around in a few circles. When she stops, she brings a hand to her forehead. “Oh. I got dizzy.”

“Silly girl.” Jiwoo says with a straight face. “You’re always doing that” This time she allows herself to show a small smile.

“Oh!” Yuna’s eyes widen in pleasant surprise when she spots you. “You must be y/n!” She rushes to you, her hands finding your hands as she helps you stand to your feet and immediately hugs you, leaving you feeling surprised.

“So nice to finally meet you!”

Jiwoo walks closer to you, smiles and nods her head in greeting.

“I’m Jiwoo. This is Yuna.” She motions towards the small girl that is clinging to you.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” You smile, feeling a little tense.

“Hi Jiwoo.” Jungkook feels himself grow red as he greets the girl, she looks at him with the tilt of her head and waves at him.

“And Yuna.” Jin bumps shoulder with Jungkook.

“Right, hi Yuna.” Jungkook mumbles. “Nice to see you guys.”

“Ah!” Yuna finally pulls away from you, “You smell so nice.” Then she is rubbing her head in your chest as she drunkenly sniffs you. Jiwoo tries to pull Yuna off you but she’s too drunk to listen or to care. You finally feel yourself loosen up at the girls behavior, you can’t help but start laughing. Jiwoo looks at you apologetically and cracks a smile too.

“Hey!” Taehyung also tries tugging on Yuna’s arm to get her off of you. “She’s mine.” He whines. “Go be all over Jiwoo like you usually are.”

“Ah my Jiwoo loves my love!” Yuna let’s go of you and twirls to face Jiwoo and clutches onto her.

“Thanks Taehyung.” Jiwoo deadpans.

“How about some more drinks?” you ask with a smile, “I’ll go grab some.”

“I’ll help.” Taehyung follows you into the kitchen. You feel Taehyung’s chest on your back as he wraps an arm around you waist as you open the fridge.

“I miss you.” He whispers into your ear, “Let’s kick everyone out so I can be with you. Alone.” He brings his hips closer to your ass, where you can feel his half hard length.

“You’re bad.” You chuckle, “You’re going to have to wait.” You bend down to reach for some drinks when he lightly grinds his hips into your ass, pushing you further forward.

“Tae.” You whine, turning around in his grasp. “Not now.”

“Fine. At least kiss me.” He slurs.

You tilt your head and lean up to find his lips, he starts kissing you quickly and roughly, his tongue finding yours in seconds. You taste the alcohol on his tongue and you feel yourself grow drunker. His hands explore the entirety of your body, from groping your ass to your breasts to cupping your jaw. You accidentally moan into his mouth, making him jerk his hips into yours. You feel his fully hard cock now, he grinds himself against you and you whimper when his fingers rub you over your jeans. You’re both so drunk, so messy, so turned on.

“They’re probably wondering where we’re at.” You pull away slightly, out of breath as you speak.

“Who cares.” Taehyung dives back in, kissing your swollen lips again. But you pull away again with a chuckle.

“I want to make friends. Let’s go.” You nod towards the living room where you can hear talking and laughter.

Taehyung looks at you with soft eyes as he nods his head in understanding.

“Okay, baby.”

You smooth down your clothes and hair and walk back into the living room, Jimin chatting with Yuna about a movie they recently saw, Jin and Jungkook making small talk with Jiwoo. You sit next to Yuna and she immediately puts her attention on you. She asks you about your hometown, she asks about where you got your blouse, she talks about her own funny stories. Jiwoo comes to sit with the two of you, joining your conversation. She mentions she studies environmental science and loves to attend concerts. You three drunkenly agree on buying tickets to some random bands show.

They’re both…great. Super nice. Very welcoming and warm and you are feeling a bit overwhelmed. Your drunken emotions getting the best of you…but it’s been so long since you have had a girl friend. You can’t help but get teary eyed as Yuna talks about the boy she has a crush on, Jiwoo teases her about it and you? You feel so included and it’s honestly taking a toll on your drunk state of mind.

“He just sucks at texting!” Yuna pouts, then she notices your glossy eyes. “y/n? Are you okay?” she reaches for your hands and looks at you with big, bright eyes.

“What?” you sniffle, “Yeah. Sorry. Wow. Sorry.” You start to panic, but Jiwoo’s hands finds your guys hands and she gives you a smile.

“Want to have brunch with us tomorrow at noon?” She asks, long dark strands of her hair falling over her eyes. “We do it every Sunday. Could be fun to have a third person?”

“That’s such a lovely idea!” Yuna yells cutely, “Don’t you think y/n?”

“Brunch? Just the three of us?”

“What?” You hear Jimin whine, butting into your conversation. “You guys are getting brunch together? So unfair, I want to come!”

“Let the girls have their time!” Jin says. “Even though I bet Jungkook wants to go too.”

Jungkook becomes super flustered, turning many shades of red as he mutters ‘shut up’ to Jin. Jiwoo punches Jungkook’s arm and tells him to relax.

“But yes.” Yuna juts her lip out, “It’s girls time.”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Taehyung chuckles, “Right y/n?” “Uh…” you look around the room, you start to feel overwhelmed again. “Yeah…”

“Let’s exchange information.” Jiwoo hands you her phone, “Give her your phone too, Yuna.”

“Right!” Yuna bubbles over with excitement, clapping her hands and smiling brightly.

You put your information in both girls phones and they send you a message, adding you to their group chat.

“Well, we better get going if we want to even wake up for brunch.” Jiwoo says, tugging on Yuna’s hand, making her stand. “Let’s go Yu.”

“See you tomorrow.” Yuna leans in to hug you tightly, “We’re friends now, so please take care of me!” then she is pulling away and heading towards the boys to say goodbye.

The girls leave, Jin and Jungkook follow. They say their goodbyes and head out as well. You and Taehyung close the front door when you notice Jimin has been missing for a while.

“I bet he’s asleep in my room.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “It’s his habit.”

“Shall we sleep out here then?” you motion towards the couch, “But let’s clean up first.”

You and Taehyung spend the next 30 or so minutes cleaning his apartment, picking up trash, throwing away bottles and putting away leftover food. You finally plop down on the sofa, your head landing in Taehyung’s lap.

“Had fun tonight?” Taehyung begins playing with your hair, “You weren’t too overwhelmed…were you? You can tell me.”

“There were some points.” You sigh out, “But honestly I had an amazing time.”

“Good.” Taehyung gets comfortable, laying on his side, urging you to cuddle with him. He big spoons the fuck out of you as you two lay here, you turn to face him and you breathe him in and it relaxes you beyond belief.

“Goodnight Tae.”

~~~~~

You are super nervous…to the point that you barely slept and are now considering canceling brunch. Taehyung tries to encourage you but your mind if foggy with doubt.

“They were probably just being nice.” You try to reason, but Taehyung isn’t having any of it.

“Because they are nice.” He massages your shoulder, “They like you y/n. They’re good people…they want to be your friend.”

“They probably didn’t mean it…inviting me to brunch…” You nibble on your lips and Taehyung frowns at your words.

“Can you trust me? And believe in yourself. You’re amazing baby. See how brunch goes.”

“Okay…” you tug the black, long sleeve shirt over your head. You are wearing shorts and some sandals as well. “Do I look fine?” you look into Taehyung’s eyes through the mirror and he smiles at you.

“Perfect.”

You feel your phone buzzing in your shorts, you pull it out to see you have messages from Yuna and Jiwoo.

Yuna 11:46am

On my way, see you girls at the Café :)

Jiwoo 11:46am

I am also on the way!

“Oh shit, they’re already on the way to the café.” You begin to stress, smoothing your hair down in the mirror.

“Relax baby,” Taehyung continues to massage your shoulders, “The café is a 5 minute walk from here. I’ll take you and drop you off.”

“Thank you…” the your eyes widen. “What will you do while I’m gone?”

“It’s Sunday. Family day.”

“Family day?”

“I go see my parents for a while. I’ll go back to the café to pick you up, don’t worry.” He turns you around and starts kissing all around your face, his way of comforting you. “Have fun today baby.”

“Family day?” you repeat, “Shouldn’t I …go?”

“Don’t worry about it this time my love. Have fun with Yuna and Jiwoo.”

“If you say so…should we get going?”

~

The walk to the café is short, your sweaty hand in Taehyung’s the entire time. He walks you to the front door of the café and kisses you a million times.

“I’ll pick you up in a few hours.” He kisses the top of your head when a sweet voice cuts in.

“That won’t be necessary! We can do it.” It’s Yuna, she’s walking up to you two with her arm linked with Jiwoo’s. Yuna leaves Jiwoo’s side to run up to you, hugging you tightly, then pulls back and links arms with you. Jiwoo shoo’s Taehyung away, waving him off.

“We got it from here champ.” She says to Taehyung.

“Okay. Okay.” Taehyung smiles at you. “See you later babe.”

The café is to put it simply: adorable. The fairy lights strung up, the cute figures in random places, the art on the walls. Yuna and Jiwoo lead you inside as they giggle about how cute Taehyung is, worrying about you the way he does. You nod along as you eye the place, taking in the cute shop.

“Want us to order for you?” Yuna looks over at you with her big eyes. “Unless you want to practice your Korean?” she smiles.

“Oh no, no. Not yet at least.” You laugh. “Please order for me!”

“What would you like?” Jiwoo looks up at the menu for herself as well. “I’m thinking an Americano.”

“Just a latte.” You say, your eyes scanning the room for a place to sit. “Ah, I will grab us some seats.”

The two girls give you a thumbs up as you head towards a small table near a large window. You take a seat and take out your phone.

y/n 12:14pm

Enjoy time with your parents. Love you.

Taehyung 12:14pm

I will baby. Get off your phone and have fun! Love you more.

You slide your phone into your back pocket and wait for you two new friends. Can you call them that? You hope you can…they seem so nice. Finally, the two girls come back with your drinks. Yuna is wearing a cute, pink dress with white lace and once again Jiwoo is more casual—wearing jeans and a band t shirt.

“Your latte!” Yuna announces their presence, sliding your drink over. “Does it taste good?” She looks at you expectantly. You can’t help but giggle as you bring the hot beverage to your lips.

“It’s good.”

“Yay!” She claps her hands together. “I’m so happy you like it. It can become your usual.” She finally takes a seat across from you, Jiwoo doing the same.

Yuna begins chatting immediately with Jiwoo commenting every now and then. You learn that Jiwoo has more of a dry humor personality and you can see it goes over Yuna’s head most of the time. They have an interesting dynamic, but it’s so cute. You wonder if you can fit in with them.

“And my father wants to set me up with man after man but I just want to date freely.” Yuna puts her head in her hands that rest on the table.

“Your dad sucks.” Jiwoo states plainly. “Do as you wish.” She takes a sip of her Americano.

“You know it’s harder than that. He’s so hard on me.” Yuna juts her bottom lip out in a dramatic pout then she looks over at you. “What are your parents like?”

“Uh…” your eyes find hers and you nibble on your lips. “My dad is actually really chill.”

“And your mom?” Jiwoo asks.

“The opposite of chill?” You tilt your head and the girls begin laughing.

“Ah, we totally understand you!”

“So…” Yuna’s eyes slide of to Jiwoo. “We’ve been wondering…what it was like…to you know, live on an island with a stranger.”

“Yuna.” Jiwoo warns but then she looks to you. “You don’t have to tell us.”

“Ah, I don’t mind.” Your mind beginning to ease at the thought of talking about you and Taehyung. “It was really strange at first.” You admit. “And scary.”

“I bet!!!” Yuna gasps, “What were your first thoughts?”

“First I thought I hooked up with him but when it was nowhere in my memory of going out the night before then I thought I was kidnapped…guess I wasn’t that wrong.” You awkwardly laugh. “He was kind of…rude to me at first.”

“Taehyung?! Rude?!” Yuna asks in disbelief, a hand over her mouth. “I guess he can kind of look a little…intimidating?”

“Looking intimidating…” Jiwoo mumbles, “Doesn’t equal rude, Yuna.”

“Ah, sorry.” Yuna nods her head, “Continue.”

“Well, we didn’t really get along at first but…” you tell them your story. You don’t leave much out as you describe to them what it was like to live with Taehyung, to get along with Taehyung, to become friends with Taehyung, to fall in love with Taehyung. Yuna swoons to herself for more than half the story while Jiwoo smiles every now and then.

“Waking up back in my parent’s house after 8 months was quite the shock.” You tell them, your latte long empty now. “Being without Taehyung was…hard.”

“Of course it was! He’s like the love of your life, don’t you think?” Yuna leans forward, her body language showing you how immersed she is in your love life. “What are you two going to do now?”

“I don’t know.” You admit softly. “Everything is happening so fast.”

“This is so tragic yet so romantic.” Yuna tells you with dreamy eyes before Jiwoo is swatting her arm.

“It isn’t tragic…but it is romantic.” She says with a small blush, the pink on her cheeks making her look adorable.

“Ah well. Thanks for listening to me, I know I went on for a while.”

“It was so fun listening to you.” Yuna smiles and Jiwoo agrees.

“Yeah, usually its Yuna doing most of the talking so it was nice.” She jokes light heartedly.

“Hey!” Yuna whines, “You love my stories, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Jiwoo says with a straight face. “But it’s nice having another friend around, isn’t it?”

“It is! We should make this a regular thing.” Yuna offers with her head nodding frantically like she is loving her own idea so much. “You’ll move here, won’t you?”

And it’s those words that begin to overwhelm you again…you feel your chest tighten and your heart pinch just the slightest.

“Well…” you try to swallow down your anxiety. “I don’t know yet.”

“Imagine all the girls night we can have!” Yuna exclaims excitedly, her hands joining yours across the table.

“Right?” Her big bright eyes make you feel a sense of comfort as you stare at her, then your eyes find Jiwoos and she looks a little concerned for you as she smiles.

“Yuna…” Jiwoo lightly warns, “Didn’t you want to check out the boutique next door for that dress you’ve been waiting for?”

You’re grateful for the subject change, you give Jiwoo a look of gratitude before Yuna is letting go of your hands and clapping them together as she nods her head in agreement.

“Yes! Should we all go?”

The boutique looks…out of your price range. It’s the cutest store you’ve ever been to maybe. The amount of clothes, shoes and accessories the three of you look at is enough to make you feel so broke.

“Oh my god!” Yuna jumps up and down, “We need these!” she points at 3 hair clips, they are sky blue with pink flowers, they look cute and dreamy. Yuna runs off to the front of the store to pay for them while you and Jiwoo wait.

“Sorry if she’s overwhelming you.” Jiwoo mutters quietly before she starts to smile. “Yuna…can be a lot. But she means well. She doesn’t have a lot of friends besides me and Jimin. She can be too much for some people…and girls tend to get jealous easily. I mean, she’s pretty like a doll, isn’t she? And she’s so girly and cutesy and…” she trails off. “I just hope you know she means well and she really likes you.”

“Me?” you point at yourself. “I like her too. A lot.”

“Good.” Jiwoo for the first time gives you a wide, genuine smile. “We hope you want to be our friend.”

“I do…” you start to blush, “Sorry.” You begin to get flustered, your cheeks turning rosy. “I don’t have many friends myself.”

“That’s not true.” Jiwoo says, “You have a lot of friends now.”

“Girls! Girls!” Yuna runs up to you two, “We have to put these on…now!!!” She jingles the bag that holds the clips. “Let’s find a mirror.”

“Yes mam.” Jiwoo salutes towards Yuna and then looks over at your and winks. Yuna runs towards a back wall, looking for the mirrors as you and Jiwoo slowly walk behind her.

“I can share Yuna, I suppose.” Jiwoo whispers.

The girls walk you back to Taehyung’s apartment, they walk you to his front door and each hug you. You had so much fun and you really feel like you made friends. Like you have friends. Your heart is full of love and joy and you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m sure we will see you soon for a group hang out. But the three of us should get together again for a girls night before you leave.” Jiwoo says with a smile.

“Sounds good.” You hug her again, feeling grateful.

“I don’t want to leave you!” Yuna whines, “But alas, you must spend time with your boyfriend now I guess.”

You chuckle at that, waving them off.

You knock on Taehyung’s front door and it quickly opens, his long arms pull you inside and he’s hugging on you tightly.

“I missed you.” He whispers into your hair. “I got the pictures, you look so pretty, so happy. I’m so glad.”

~~~~~~

Monday is here again, you hear humming coming from the living room as you wake up. The sun is low, telling you it’s only now just rising. You slip out of bed and make your way into the living room but stop by the wall, hiding behind it as you observe Taehyung with a small smile.

Taehyung is on his laptop with a notebook besides him as he scribbles down a few words before humming them out and then scratching out the words in frustration. He’s clearly working on one of his songs…you can’t help but feel bad for him that he’s struggling with it so much. You’re about to announce your presence when his phone starts buzzing. He picks it up and groans…his frustrations only worsening. He hesitates but he picks it up, answering in Korean.

You listen as he argues (you assume) with someone on the other line. He goes on for several minutes of him talking then several minutes of him just listening. Then he’s finally speaking again before hanging up. You decide to come into the living room, startling him.

“You’re awake?” He asks, his face losing color. “It’s so early baby, go back to sleep.”

“Who was that?” You sit down next to him, your hand finding his knee. “It sounded heated.”

“It was…” Taehyung hesitates for a moment before coming clean. “It was Hana.”

“Oh.” You nod your head like you understand. “I see.”

“It wasn’t a big deal—”

“Why don’t you block her?”

“y/n…” Taehyung groans, “It isn’t that simple.”

“Why not? Shouldn’t it be?”

“We were friends.” He states, his hand dragging down his tired face. “I can’t just—”

“Exactly. Were.”

“No…” Taehyung looks at you with serious eyes, “We still are. I think. It’s just…it’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

“I feel…responsible. Try to see things from her perspective—”

“No thanks.” You reply quickly.

“y/n…” Taehyung looks tired, like he didn’t really sleep all night. Has Hana been contacting him? Texting him? Calling him? “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have slept with her.”

“Yeah. You shouldn’t have.” You bite, “But you did.”

~~~~~~

You receive a text in the group chat from Jimin this Tuesday evening, talking about how he needs to meet for drinks. It’s apparently an emergency.

Jimin 8:09pm

I got my heart broken guys, can we feel bad for me? Let’s meet at the bar at 9. Plllsssss. Love you all, thx <3

You send an “okay” to the group text and you notice Taehyung does the same. The last day has been a bit awkward between you two, a slight tension in the air. He still kissed you goodnight and good morning but his lips don’t linger. He sits on one end of the sofa while you occupy the other.

“I’ll use the bathroom to get ready first.” He announces, standing from his place at the couch. “He says 9…but I bet he’s already there.” Taehyung says, knowing his friend all too well.

“I’ll get ready in your room. I’ll be quick.”

~

“This does not count as an emergency.” Jungkook deadpans. “You don’t even know her name.”

“You literally call her ‘The bakery girl’” Hobi sighs out with a slight smile. “But okay, what happened?”

“She has a boyfriend.” Jimin slumps his shoulders as he sucks up his cocktail.

“Has that stopped you before?” Yoongi asks with a straight face. “This isn’t new territory for you Jimin.”

“I’m trying to change! You know, be a better person.”

“Jungkook is right, this doesn’t count as an emergency.” Jin laughs, “But we’re already here so.”

“This is an emergency!” Taehyung defends Jimin, “Jimin has been talking about Bakery Girl for like 2 months now, that’s got to be a record for him.”

“Thank you!!!” Jimin smiles at his best friend, “Someone gets it!”

“Sure ain’t me.” Jungkook shrugs.

“I think—” You begin but Jungkook cuts you off.

“Does it really matter what you think?” he asks, clearly bored already.

“Be nice, Jungkook.” Jin warns, “What do you think y/n?”

“I think Jimin should have his night of heart break.” You pull out your phone, “Is it okay if I invite Yuna and Jiwoo?”

“Good idea. The more to distract me the better.” Jimin nods his head.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” Jungkook starts to turn red and you chuckle.

“Yeah, is that okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, whatever.” His eyes slide to the side, his lips in full pout. “Whatever.”

Eventually the girls show up, they join you all at your tables. Jimin animatedly explains his story to the newcomers and you can’t help but sort of laugh every now and then. Jimin is such a sweetheart and you’re wondering how deep his feelings really went.

“Should I get us some drinks?” Taehyung asks. “Like a mixed drink.”

“Sure.” You reply cooly. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung lips set in a firm line as he nods his head and stands from his seat to head to the bar.

“Is everything okay?” Jin leans into your space to ask, “You seem a little tense.”

You tilt your head in Jin’s direction before forcing a smile and nodding your head slowly.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry.”

“We aren’t worried.” Jungkook comments plainly. “But you really do look tense…are you and Tae fighting? Please don’t…please don’t break—”

“Jungkook.” Jin says firmly. “It isn’t our business.”

“Fine.” He huffs out. His eyes finding yours…they are filled with worry if you have ever seen it.

Taehyung shows back up with two drinks in his hands, he hands one to you and starts sipping on his as he sits down next to you.

“How is it?” he asks.

“I haven’t tried it yet.” You mumble lamely, “But I’m sure it’s good.”

Suddenly a new voice cuts in, it’s sweet and smooth and also in Korean. You don’t recognize this voice entirely but when you whip your head up you do recognize the person.

“Oh. Maybe I should speak in English.” She says, her eyes sliding to you. “Sorry.”

“Hana.” Taehyung stands up, “What are you—”

“I see all my friends hanging out…thought I could come say hi?” She waves at everyone around the tables. She’s got two friends behind her that you recognize from the other night.

“Or is that not allowed now?” she slurs. Oh, she’s drunk.

Taehyung steps in her direction, his hand going to her arm as he tries to lead her away but she shoves him off.

“I’m just saying hi to my friends, Taehyung. You included, right? You keep insisting we’re friends so.”

“Hana.” He warns.

You sit here watching the two interact and you feel yourself grow smaller and smaller. Hana smiles at Taehyung before grabbing a chair and joining you all.

“So what are we talking about?” Hana awkwardly smiles, her eyes small and glossy.

“Umm,” Jimin looks between everyone before cracking a small smile, “Girl I had a crush on has a boyfriend. So I’m out here being a sad boy.”

“Ah, okay.” Hana laughs, “Can I join you?”

Taehyung keeps standing, feeling on edge when you finally stand too, urging him to take a seat.

“And I don’t think we have properly met.” Hana faces you, a dark smile creeping on her face. “I’m Hana.”

“y/n. Taehyung’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, right.” She nods her head with her growing smile, “You did introduce yourself last time.”

“Yeah…” you glance over at Taehyung who is already looking at you, worry pooling in his eyes. You lean forward and take your drink and quickly chug it through the tiny straw.

“I’m going to get another drink.” You announce, Taehyung stands with you and you put a hand on his shoulder. “Alone.”

Taehyung lips curve down into a frown and then he sits back down. Accepting defeat. You want to be alone right now? He has to understand this is an awkward situation.

“Okay babe.” He nods towards you, “Be careful.”

You start heading towards the bar, it’s quite lively for being a Tuesday night actually. You wait your turn in line, there is just a few people ahead of you. You finally make it to the bar and ask for a vodka. Just plain vodka. The guy hands you a shot and you down in immediately. You feel so small right now, so frustrated. But this whole thing is ridiculous. Why do you feel like you are competing with a girl of the past? Shouldn’t it not matter? Where did you confidence go?

“You’re a bitch.” You hear that smooth voice say, the same smooth voice you’re trying to rid yourself of.

“Excuse me?” You turn around to see Hana standing here beside you.

“I said, you’re a bitch.” Hana grits her teeth, her glossy eyes shifting from you to the other side of the bar.

“You don’t even know me Hana…” You reply lamely, “Please can you just leave me alone?”

“Why couldn’t it be you who leaves us alone?” Hana spits out, “You already ignored him for so long, made him fucking depressed, ruined him, why even try at this point?”

“This isn’t any of your business.” You decide to say, but your voice is shaky. “Tae and I are fine.”

“But I—” Hana’s face twists into something sad, something heartbreaking. “But I am not fine.” She cries out. Her hand that holds her drink shakes, she looks at you then at her drink when she gets the idea. “You don’t deserve him.” she sniffles. Then she is throwing her drink at you, the contents of the drink pouring all over….Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” Hana stutters out, “What the fuck?”

Jungkook had been watching you, the entire time you left for the bar. And when Hana announced she was going to the bathroom he had a bad feeling. So when he realized Hana’s plan, he rushed to jump in front of you.

“Jungkook?” You’re completely surprised. He’s the last person you thought would come to your rescue.

“Hana.” He says with a low voice. “You don’t know anything. y/n is Taehyung’s girlfriend. Get over it.”

“Wow, Jungkook.” Hana scoffs, “Who’s side are you on—”

“y/n’s.” he states plainly, like it’s so fucking obvious. “She’s my friend.”

Your hand goes to your heart as you listen to him, this is really a shock.

“You guys…you guys don’t get it.” Hana starts crying, her tears leaving her eyes. “I like him so much…but then he just…disappeared and all the sudden he has…” her puffy eyes find yours. “You? But you didn’t even want anything to do with him!” she yells out, “You abandoned him! And who did he turn to…me!” she cries.

“Hana, you need to leave.” Jungkook says calmly, his shirt completely soaked. People are starting to gather around you three. “Now.”

“Unbelievable.” Hana chokes on her word, “Can’t you see things from my side?” She’s asking you now, begging you now.

You are stuck. You look between Jungkook and Hana and all the people gathering and you feel yourself continue to grow smaller and smaller.

Then you hear your name being called out over and over. A loud, deep, booming voice. Your shoulder is being shaken, your jaw is being cupped. Your hands are being covered with his hands. Taehyung.

“y/n! Are you okay?” His eyes try to find yours but you keep looking at Hana. She’s right and you know it. Hana has had no closure, she was strung along for so long and the guy she likes all the sudden has someone new but that someone ‘abandoned’ him. And he turned to her.

“y/n?” Taehyung calls for you desperately. “Are you okay?”

Finally, you break contact with Hana to start to slowly nod your head as your eyes find Taehyungs. He looks overly worried, overly anxious and overly panicked.

“I’m fine. Jungkook took the blow, not me.” You gesture towards the soaked Jungkook.

“Yeah, why aren’t you cupping my jaw. Hm?” Jungkook jokes. “They should talk though, don’t you think y/n?”

“Yeah.” You agree. You turn to face Taehyung. “End this Taehyung.” You say sternly before grabbing onto Jungkook’s arm and leading him out the back.

You and Jungkook make it out to the outside area of the bar. You take a seat on a bench and exhale a long, shaky breath. One you didn’t realize you had been holding in.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook takes a seat next to you.

“Me? Are you okay?” You glance at his wet state, immediately feeling guilt bubble over.

“I’m fine.” Jungkook chuckles. “I am starting to feel a bit sticky though.”

“I am so sorry.” You groan, your head falling into your hands. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s really not.” Jungkook looks down at his feet. “Hana went too far to come here.”

“But still I—”

“It’s really not your fault.” Jungkook sighs, “I’m glad you aren’t hurt though.”

This piques your interest, Jungkook has been so stubborn this whole time…like small child but when the moment counted he was really there for you.

“Why did you help me?”

“I like you.” Then his eyes widen and he starts shaking his hands in front of him, his face going red. “N-Not like that!” he assures you. “I just mean…you’re cool. Cooler than I thought you would be. And I can see how happy you make Tae. I’m sorry I was so…you know.” He runs his fingers through his messy hair. “I just wanted to be sure you were serious about Tae. And you are. Right?”

“I am.” You say, breathing out roughly. “But this whole Hana thing took things a little…”

“I know. But please. Please don’t break up with him because of her.” Jungkook looks over at you, his big doe eyes pleading you to say you won’t.

“I…I don’t want to break up with him.” you tell Jungkook, “But this whole trip is making me realize we have a lot to work through.” You admit, “Mostly me.”

“Yeah….”

“Hey!” You bump his shoulder with yours, “You didn’t have to agree so quickly.” You start laughing and he joins you.

“Sorry, sorry.” He throws his hands up. “But really, Hana is the least of your worries.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. But I do wonder how things are going on their side…”

“Me too.” You start to feel anxious now. “I told him to end it but maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It was the heat of the moment.” Jungkook tries to comfort you, “He understands.”

“Does he?” you begin nibbling on your lips. “Does he?”

Jungkook nods his head and brings his hand to your shoulder.

“Taehyung doesn’t love her. He loves you. He made a mistake a few months ago.”

“Yeah he slept with her.”

“Well he also told her that he…” Jungkook stops talking when he realizes you don’t know. “Fuck, never mind.”

“Told her what?” You ask, raising a brow. What did Taehyung tell her?