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lebrookestore · 4 years ago

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four years, one night

Pairing: Ten Lee x female reader

Themes: SLOWBURN, best friends to lovers, player! ten, fuckboy! ten, fluff, humour, angst, sexual tension, college au, some talk about music

Warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex (?kinda), ten is kind of an asshole, reader calls herself a dumb bitch, bittersweet ending, three kisses, kissing, gets a little spicy in one scene but that’s about it, PG15

WC: 10.8k

Playlist: Dream Launch by Wayv, Never let you go by AleXa, Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift, Young again by Morgan Evans, Without You by NCT U, The Tempest by Beethoven (this looks so out of place eye-)

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @1-800-seo @sweetlyjaem @badwithten @blueprint-han @chicksung

Summary: Ten was a fickle person, he jumped from one person to another, breaking hearts, and getting his own heart broken. The one person who had to pick it up every time? You, of course, and it was exhausting, especially when you had to watch.

day break [ extra piece based in this universe ]

A/n: hello! this fic is very much self indulgent, but i love it so much. I spent most of the last week working on it and half of it is me simping, and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @chicksung for beta reading and helping me throughout writing this. As always, feedback would be very much appreciated!

‘I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong’- Lemony Snicket

A loud slam of the door made you flinch, shutting your eyes in exasperation as you knew what was to come. The same thing over and over again, you were used to it. Honestly, it was nothing new, but his stupidity, the obvious was in front of him, but did he listen? Of course, he didn’t.

A figure walked into the room, a mop of messy black hair with brown highlights adorning his head. It was pretty long at this point, his bangs reaching his eyes. Those damning eyes, melting pools of chocolate brown that seemed to bore into your soul. Those eyes looked remorsefully at you now, as he plopped down next to you, wrapping his arms around your midriff and burying his face in your back.

You sighed. “Again?”, you asked, running your fingers through his hair as he hummed a response. “Again”, he repeated, confirming your suspicions. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours.

You hated his eyes.

He managed to make you do anything for him with just a look. They were undoubtedly your weakness, when they looked sad, or when they upturned into a smile, that instantly brightened your day.

“I can’t seem to get it right can I?”, he asked, searching your eyes as if you had all the answers to his turbulent love life. You scoffed, “You couldn’t have been serious about that chick, Ten, you met her three weeks ago, and she was simply a rebound for you” “Thanks for the support”

“I’m being real, not supportive”

He rolled his eyes, pouting. “But I liked her”, he whined. You gave him a pointed look, “Please, You just wanted someone to be with, if not to fu-” “Oh my god, shut up”

You smirked, turning your attention back to your laptop, where the essay you had been trying to write glared back at you.

“I just want someone who understands me”, Ten continued, still looking at you. You looked at him.

I understand you, you thought, I’m here

Ten had always been like this, he jumped from girl to girl, getting his heart broken several times because he was too forgiving with it. He wanted to love, he had always romanticized the idea. Honestly, you thought he needed love too, but he was going down all the wrong paths.

And you had to be there every single time to pick up the pieces.

“I know”, you said half-heartedly, biting your lower lip. He propped his chin upon his fist, observing you and your concentrated look. You typed away, desperately wanting to be done with this paper, one you had been working on for about three days.

“Do you think I’ll ever do something right?”, he asked. You froze, pushing down what you wanted to say. It was hard, having to deal with Ten's endeavors of the heart’ as he called them. The right term would be- doing random shit and breaking girls' hearts', but of course, he refused that catchy title. Sighing, you shut your laptop, knowing you wouldn’t get anything done now that he was in a mood.

“You haven’t done anything wrong” “Haven’t done anything right either”

You took his face in your hands, “You haven’t done anything wrong, you’re amazing, now stop moping, I’m ordering pizza”

He pulled away from you, sitting up properly. “Can I stay over?”, he asked hopefully. You clicked your tongue, looking at him with an annoyed expression. “Don’t you have your dorm?” “My roommate said he has a girl over, and I kinda want to sleep, thanks” You rolled your eyes, but nodded, picking up your phone and walking into the other room to order.

You heard laughter and looked back to see the boy laughing at something on his phone. Probably a cat meme, or something of the sort. You admired his side profile for a minute, the slope of his nose, the way his eyes shone. He was okay, you supposed, annoying, but okay. No matter how much he tried to justify it, he didn’t care for the girl who broke up with him. He was just fine right now, and had moved on from the topic pretty quickly, and was already smiling.

You also hated his smile. Infuriatingly adorable, one smile would make you want to smile back. You hated it with every ounce of your being, the effect he had on you.

You hated Ten Lee.

Scratch that, you didn’t hate the poor boy, you just, despised him?

Nope, you were close friends.

Ironic isn’t it? You had met Ten at a party, where the Dance major was having a lot of fun. You hadn’t seen him before but had heard of him. The boy who jumped from girl to girl as easy as one, two, three. You had no intention of even talking to him, you were content in a dark corner, with a drink.

Nothing ever goes your way.

The meeting was by chance, he was dared to ask you to dance, you declined, he persisted giving you those puppy eyes. After glaring at him, he sighed, explaining it was a dare, and that he didn’t want to make a fool of himself, and before you knew what was happening, you were awkwardly swaying along to the music with him.

He, regrettably, stuck with you for the rest of the evening, and you ending up liking his company, to the extent where you invited him over the next day for pizza.

The pizza situation turned out to be a thing between the two of you, a tradition of sorts. He would come over with candy, in an oversized sweatshirt looking illegally adorable, you would supply the blankets, and movie nights would begin.

He had a sweet smile and sparkly eyes, which made you question if this was the guy who broke hearts, who was a player. He was like a puppy, it confused you to no end.

“Miss L/n?”, your professor asked, raising an eyebrow at your spaced out figure. Startling, you blinked rapidly, cringing at the situation you had put yourself in. “Sorry”, you apologized, focusing back on the textbook in front of you. You were majoring in Psychology, and while you love the subject, the teacher didn’t like you very much, probably because you had been so distracted the past few weeks, and you hadn’t done particularly well in the midterms.

Needless to say, you were stressed.

The class got over quickly, and you walked out of the lecture hall, deciding to get some coffee before your next class. The cafe was a well-loved one visited by almost every student, and was famous for its chai-lattes, so much so that others also visited it, and not just the students.

Turning towards the on-campus cafe, you spotted Ten already there. His glasses sat at the edge of his nose, giving him an oddly studious look, which was almost laughable. He stood there, holding two cups of coffee, eyes lighting up as he spotted you.

Ten Lee was going to be the death of you.

You walked up to him, taking the coffee which he handed to you, “What do you want?”, you asked suspiciously, taking a sip of the bittersweet drink. You noted the fact he had gotten your favorite, which only worsened the feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. He looked mock offended, and grinned at you, “Nothing!”, he said, “Just wanted to see you”

You rolled your eyes in an attempt to thwart your initial reaction, beginning to walk back to the main campus, for your psych class. Ten walked beside you, holding his sketchbook in his right hand, and coffee in the left.

“Okay, um actually-”

“You want something don’t you?” “I need a reference model”, he said, “So, Y/n, could you please-”

“Oh my god no”, you said, without even letting the poor boy finish, “Last time this happened it ended up with a pain fight and my sweater destroyed.”

“I said I was sorry!”, he semi shrieked, “And this time I need it for a project worth half my grade.”

Sighing, you but your lower lip, nodded tentatively, to which he let out an almost inhuman sound of appreciation, “When are you free?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Nah, I have a date”

You blinked in surprise, and he smiled sheepishly. “Eun-hae asked me out and I said yes so”

“Of course you did”, you muttered bitterly, “You broke up with that other one yesterday”

He seemingly chose to ignore you, “Sunday?”

You nodded and took another sip of the drink you held. He smiled, his eyes forming those endearing crescents that you loved, or hated, depending on what you were going for.

“Thank you, Love you”, he called out, jogging away to his class. You watched him run-walk away, almost dropping his sketchbook. Shaking your head in amusement, you smiled somewhat sadly.

“No”, you whispered, “You don't”

You didn’t know exactly when you fell for Ten, only that it happened suddenly and you couldn’t deny it. He was idiotic, on many levels, but he was sweet and was there for you when you needed it.

He was a dance major, and an art minor, talented in both these aspects. You had seen him dance, it seemed like his body moved with the music, it told a story every time. He would illustrate emotion with his dancing. He did that with his art too, each stroke equivalent to a sentence from a story.

Anyone could tell he loved both of them.

You let out a frustrated sound, bending down to pick up the pen you had dropped. You were in your apartment, trying to finish an essay that was due the next day. You longingly glanced at your keyboard, the one instrument that you loved.

Well actually, you loved the piano, but you couldn’t haul your piano from back home to your apartment that you had rented out for your college years, and so you settled for a keyboard. You had loved music ever since you were little, instruments making its way in and out of your house. Your jazz phase consisted of saxophones, and you played the guitar for a bit too. You even picked up the drums for a while, insisting that it made you cooler (because every thirteen year old needed that validation), but you settled back to piano eventually.

You took part in competitions and such, sometimes singing along with your playing as well.

But you couldn’t afford to even think about playing, until you finished your assignments, which were all marked. They were extensive projects that made you want to scream at times. You didn’t care what Shakespeare meant, nor did you want to conduct a survey about emotions.

Turning the page of your textbook, you switched tabs to your next resource, ready to jot down more notes for the essay, when you saw a notification at the bottom right of your laptop, which was an email. You clicked on it and let it open.

Your eyes widened, gaping slightly at the screen as you read the email.

To: y/[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Good morning/evening,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into The Royal School Of Music on a scholarship. We have received your application and are impressed by your talent and dedication. Please send us a follow-up email within a month's time to confirm your attendance at our institution.

TRSOM

You grabbed your phone, texting your mother about the scholarship, shaking in happiness. It had been your dream to get into the Royal school, but you had initially applied to it on a whim, not really expecting to get in.

You swiped through your contacts, ready to call Ten, who was regrettably your best friend, to inform him of the good news, until you realized-

The school was in another country altogether.

While you knew Ten would be ecstatic about the fact you got it, you had known each other for four years, the entirety of your college career, and leaving for the school would be a bit of a shock. It was definitely not the fact that telling the boy you loved you were potentially never going to see him again that was deterring you from telling him.

You placed your phone back down, telling yourself you would deal with that later, reminding yourself you had an essay to finish.

Ten tapped his finger impatiently on the table, trying to figure out a way to get out of this date. Initially, the girl he was out with, Eun Hae by name, seemed nice, but as time went on, it was clear she had no personality.

Now, Ten wasn’t one to judge immediately. He tried to give her a chance, smiling and indulging in the bland conversation, he smiled and complimented her, and was sweet. It was going fine for a first date until of course, she suggested they share a fruit salad.

There were about fifteen other salads on the godforsaken menu, but no, she had to choose a fruit salad, above everything else.

Ten was not having it.

He excused himself, muttering something about an assignment, and went to the restroom of the restaurant, pulling out his phone and searching for your contact, clicking on it.

[8:39 pm] 10: y/n

[8:39 pm]10: my precious friend

[8:39 pm] n/n : what now

[8:40 pm]10: I need help

[8:40 pm] n/n: I refuse

[8:40 pm] 10: I am ofFENDED

[8:40 pm]10: please my date is making me eat fruit

[8:40 pm] n/n: sounds like a you problem

[8:40 pm] 10: I am quivering in fear and this is how you react

[8:40 pm] n/n: I have three assignments to finish

[8:41 pm] 10: I’ll take you for ice cream

[8:41 pm] n/n: deal

[8:41 pm] 10: why has our friendship been reduced to bribery

[8:41 pm] n/n stfu or I won't come and save you

[8:41 pm] 10: I LOVE YOU

He quickly sent you his location and put his phone back, getting back to the table and smiling as realistically as he could at the girl opposite him, who was still going on about one of her friends and their doings, while he tried to look as interested as possible.

“So, should we order-”

Right at that moment, you walked in, hair tousled because of the wind and a disgruntled expression on your face. He made an attempt not to smile at your appearance, ignoring the warm feeling he got on seeing you.

You looked around spotting him and storming over, ��Ten Lee, what the fuck are you doing here”, you asked, ignoring the girl that sat right opposite him, mock angrily. He caught on, staring at you in bewilderment, noting the hint of amusement in your eyes, “How dare you to do this to me!”

“I-”

“Um, who are you?”, the girl asked, seemingly offended that you had interrupted their date.

You scoffed, displaying all your acting abilities in their full potential, “Who am I? Who are you?”

She blinked in confusion, and Ten used every bit of willpower he had to prevent him from bursting out into laughter. “I’m his date?”

“Un-fucking-believable”, you said, “Ten Lee how could you?”

At this point, Ten was invested in whatever lie you had somehow come up with to get him out of this date. It seemed like you had an entire explanation for it, either that or you were taking the opportunity to scream at him. Both seemed valid.

“How dare you lead this poor girl on!”, you continued, taking a turn, making the girl look scared, “You didn’t tell her did you?” “Tell me what?”, she asked anxiously, leaning forward. You fought to keep your straight face on seeing Ten lean forward too, apparently interested in whatever abomination he committed.

“He’s gay”, you said with as straight a face as possible, which was hard considering the girl looked so embarrassed, you could see her face go red. Your best friend looked at you incredulously, almost as embarrassed as his ‘date’ was, and mildly amused.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’ll be taking him”, you stated, grabbing Ten’s hand and taking him along with you, out of the restaurant and onto the streets.

“You really-” “Ice cream”, you demanded, smirking at his obvious embarrassment. He gaped at your indignance, but nodded, “At least you got me out of there”

“I’m an actress”

“Fuck off”

“Finals are in two weeks, I still come help and this is how to repay me? Ungrateful”

The two of you took Ten’s car to the Ice cream shop, leaning on the hood as you ate your ice cream, with Ten occasionally stealing bites. You smacked his hand away, glaring at his as he tried to take another.

“I’m literally the one paying for it”, he argued.

“This is payment for saving your ass”, you retorted. He slung an arm around you, ignoring you and taking his phone out, scrolling through Instagram. You leaned into him, the scent of your shampoo making its way to him. There was that warm feeling again, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Deep down, he knew what it was, but he was too much of a coward to ever try, or even take a chance with it, because he wasn’t one for commitment, and even though he had thought about it, he was, as much as he hated to admit it, scared.

“So can I get another scoop?”

“You have assignments to finish”

THREE WEEKS TO GRADUATION

The lilting tune played through your apartment, your fingers running across the ivory keys in fervor. They clicked and clacked ever so often, which was the one thing you hated about keyboards. The keys weren’t as firm as an upright piano, giving the music an annoying clickity noise.

Most of the time, you could ignore it, but today you were tired, and this piece was particularly difficult. For some reason, you were having trouble playing the accessories, and keeping the piece in time. You played that part over and over again, but it wouldn’t work.

You switched off the metronome in annoyance, you stared at the music sheet in front of you, trying to figure out how the fuck you should play the piece. Your door clicked, and you did your best to curb your annoyance at the fact someone was interrupting your practise time, no matter how hard the piece was.

Like all keyboards, yours was smaller than an actual piano, and looked very out of place in your apartment, which was warmly decorated with all sorts of trinkets and such. One of Ten’s sweatshirts was thrown on the sofa, and for some unknown reason there were three candles sitting on your table.

It was confusion incarnate, to say the least.

You heard the door click, and a girl walked in, smiling at you. It was the only other person other than Ten who had the key to your apartment, Angie. She was shorter than you, but only by a little bit, had a fringe and brown eyes. She was pretty, and easy to talk to, which was probably what drew you to her in the first place.

“Hey”, she greeted, seeing you on your keyboard, “Whatcha playin?”

“An andante”, you groaned, “Why are you here?”

“I have nowhere else to be”, he said bluntly, “Renjun’s at Doyoung’s place or something”, she pulled out her phone, “I’m just here to chill dude, continue playing, I finished two projects and my brain in dead”

Renjun was her boyfriend, who was on the Dance Team with Ten. The two were ridiculously cute, but due to the fact she now had a boyfriend, the two of you spent less time together. You were okay with it though, you understood.

“Isn’t Doyoung with his girlfriend?”, you asked, and she shook her head, “No, she’s at her Chinese class”

You nodded, going back to your piece, placing your fingers on the correct notes when-

SLAM

Your door opened and closed again, and you closed your eyes, praying to whatever God existed that one day, you would get to practise without interruptions. Ten trudged through throwing himself on the couch, next to Angie, who paid him no attention. “Hi”, he greeted you, and you glared, causing him to give you a look of confusion.

“What did I do now?”

“Not your fault, sorry, I’m not getting this piece”

He perked up, walking over to where you were, “Can I help?”, he asked, gesturing for you to move to the side of the piano stool so he could sit next to you. He studied the notes, as you looked at him, admiring his side profile, wondering how someone could be so pretty. He placed his hand on the keys, playing it. He made a mistake but in the place you had gotten. He got the part you were struggling right.

“Here, do this”, he explained, “The notes are after the third but before the fourth count, so you have to play it quickly”

You nodded, trying to play it, not quite getting it but it was getting there. He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents as he grinned at you.

You hated his smile.

It was infuriating, the fact that he always helped you, he was always there. You kept finding yourself falling for him more and more, and you didn’t want to, because you knew how Ten was, and it was making the whole ‘telling him about the acceptance into the music school’ a lot harder.

You thanked him, pushing him off the stool playfully so you could finish your practice session before going back to studying. He made a mock offended look, retreating to the couch next to Angie, who was engrossed in texting someone, presumably her boyfriend.

His hair was messed up, sticking up in different directions making him look ridiculously adorable. You shut down the keyboard, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to practice anymore with the both of them around. You went to sit next to Angie, but Ten’s entire presence seemed to be in your way.

“Move”

“No, I’m comfortable” “Chittaphon Leechaiya-”

“Yeah I’d like some chai”, Angie said mindlessly, causing the two of you to look at her in mild astonishment. She seemingly didn’t notice your gaping looks, still scrolling through whatever she was looking at.

“Did you just reduce me to tea?”, Ten asked.

Angie looked at him, mystified. “It seems so”, you mused. A slow smirk stretched across his lips. He propped himself up on his elbows, his too-long hair falling over his eyes

“I’m flattered”

“What?”

“Tea is hot. I’m hot”, he drawled, waiting for the two of your reactions to his statement.

You smacked him.

It was your designated pizza day, which meant Ten was at your place. He was currently in the kitchen getting something to drink and ordering the pizza while you sat alone in your living room.

You looked up at your laptop screen, going over the draft of the email you were to send back the The Royal School of Music. Your parents had been extremely proud of you for getting in, and had called you the other night to congratulate you. You heard footsteps, quickly shutting your laptop down, looking up at Ten who walked into your living room from the kitchen.

“Pizza will arrive in a bit”, he said, handing you your drink and plopping down next to you, “Movie?”

“Uh Bridge to Terabithia”, you spouted, taking a sip. You were supposed to be looking for a movie while he was gone, but instead had begun writing the email, so you spouted the name of one of your childhood favorites, that never failed to make you cry. He nodded and you opened Netflix, quickly searching the movie and pressing play.

Ten wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as the two of you sat in silence. The movie played, and even though you had already watched it before, you still found yourself invested in it. Except you weren’t completely focusing. Ten was so close, his fingers brushing against your hips, his breath near your neck. It felt right, like you were supposed to be like this.

That was the thing, it never felt wrong when you were with Ten, it was like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. Except of course for the fact he wasn’t yours. You knew how Ten was, he was the heartbreaker, and you were the one who was always there to pick up the pieces. Still it was nice to pretend that he was yours, because that was all you could do.

Pretend.

He kept talking about how he wanted someone who understood him, who he could be with, not just some stupid fling. He kept repeating the same thing again and again, and it frustrated you to no end, because you understood him and you were right there, but he never saw you. He would flirt with you, he would do everything and yet, he would never even think of you.

You leaned into him subconsciously, biting your lower lip as you stared at the screen in anticipation. He started playing with your hair, twirling it around his fingers, his hot breath on your neck making hard for you to fully concentrate on the movie.

You hated the effect he had on you, he had barely even done anything, but had still managed to make you nervous. He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Are you even watching?”, you asked, semi breathlessly, “Yes”, he responded, “But I want to cuddle.” You couldn’t argue with that logic, so you relaxed into his embrace, as much as you could. “You’re warm”, he murmured against your skin, looking back up at the screen and humming a random tune. “I’m hungry”

“I think I have some M&M’s on the counter”, you mused, “I’ll go get them”, you jumped at the chance to get up and get away from Ten, who was positively driving you crazy at this point. However, your grand plan was cut short when he refused, “I can go get it”, he made a move to get up.

“Sit down idiot-”, you said, pushing him off you, but accidentally tripped over yourself, falling back into his embrace. He laughed, hands falling to your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. “Graceful”, he snickered, and you glared at him. “I hate you”, you grumbled, “You love me”, he teased, making you almost fall again.

Except this time, his face was dangerously close to yours, and you just stared at him, your mind going blank. His arms were still around you, preventing you from falling. His eyes fluttered down to your lips for a second before he looked back up. He opened his mouth to say something but-

RING

The doorbell rang, startling the two of you out of your trance. You pulled away from Ten, shakily walking over to the door and opening it.

“Pizza?”, the guys asked, handing you the pizza box, “Yeah thanks”, you paid him and walked straight into your kitchen, not giving Ten another look, because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to.

You sighed, shutting your eyes, and trying to collect yourself, before grabbing the M&M’s and walking back into the living room, where Ten was sitting, eyes trained on the screen.

“You missed an entire scene”

“YOU DIDN’T PAUSE IT FOR ME-?”

The music echoed through the studio, its melody harsh and striking. It was dark, no lights were on, but the mirrors reflected the only person in the room-Ten.

His figure moved with the music, choosing to do whatever it pleased, trying to portray the beautiful piece to its fullest. The higher notes gave it a sort of hopeful effect, a guide. It lead you to believe that it was alright, it was fine.

The lower notes added depth to the melody, giving it a richer feel. The two played together made it a beautiful piece, with a sort of melancholic feel. He danced to it, telling a story with his body. Ten would do this sometimes, instead of choosing an upbeat song to dance to, he’d take a classical piece, something that he could feel.

There was something in this piece, the Tempest, that resounded within him. It reminded him of you, specifically your friendship with him if you could even call it that. He got that warm feeling again that day when you had almost fallen. He would’ve kissed you if not for the doorbell.

Ten wasn’t one for commitment, he wasn’t one for standing up first and telling people about his feelings. He played people, he played them like he painted a picture, or danced.

Speaking of which, the piece had suddenly taken a turn for the turbulent, faster-paced, anxious even. It resembled his feelings perfectly, the random urges to tell you, the anxiety for the outcome. He somehow managed to gracefully enact these feelings, making it look like art instead of the confusion he felt.

Maybe he chose this piece not only for himself but for you too.

It was one of your favorite ones to play, you could and would talk about it for days, especially when you had just mastered playing it. It wasn’t an easy piece, with all the nuances and timing changes, but you pulled it off. He could almost pretend it was you playing.

And then suddenly it mellowed down, the piece sounding hopeful as if there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and you could finally see it. A solution, a happy ending to the harsh waves of the storm, a merry end. His moves became lighter and almost joyful, as he twirled and jumped.

It was all an illusion.

A lie to make you believe the storm was over, there was no hope for this story. The harsh melody returned with vengeance, striking down the sliver of longing, any dream of making it out. Ten did his best to keep up with it, but the sudden change of emotions was startling even to him. It had changed so quickly, he didn’t even have time to comprehend it.

It ended on a triumphant note, like a proud win over an enemy, a victory that shone above everything. Ten ended the dance with a pirouette, panting as he tried calming himself down from the intense session. He couldn’t help feeling triumphant as well, the adrenaline of the piece getting to him, yet, he was skeptical.

Because he had a feeling it was the Tempest that had triumphed, and not him.

You’ll admit: you were not having fun with Psych. You had been studying all day, trying to absorb some of the stuff you had been taught throughout the year. Even though studying human behaviour had always intrigued and interested you, the reason you chose Psych, you couldn’t care less about oxytocin and how attraction worked, nor did you care about how human behaviour was affected by it.

But you had been at it for the past 6 hours, and was tired, so when Angie came along and expressed her disgust and sympathy about your studying endeavors, she hauled you up from the place you had been sitting at for most of the day and instructed you to change and get ready to go or a party.

So you found yourself at a frat party, Angie's arm hooked in yours and music blaring all around you. It was hot and dark, and you could barely see anything with the terrible lighting. You couldn’t tell what song was being played at such high volume, but awkwardly swayed to it anyways, wondering if staying at home at falling down the hole of ice cream and Netflix would have been a better alternative to this.

There were couples making out, and random beer cans everywhere. Everyone was half drunk, and you took this as an excuse to go get a drink. You turned to Angie who was looking the other way.

“Angie”, you whisper-screamed her name into her ear, causing her to jump, “I’m going to get a drink okay?”, you explained, to which she nodded. “I’m going to Renjun”, she said, walking away and leaving you alone.

Friendship.

You pushed through the crowd of sweaty adults, to get to the makeshift bar that was at the other end of the frat. You stopped occasionally to greet friends, or smile at a random cute boy, but finally made it to the kitchen. Johnny, one of your other friends stood there, inclining his head in a greeting. “Hey, what do you want?” “Are you in charge of the drinks or something?”, you asked, leaning on the island of the kitchen. He grinned at you, shaking his head, “No, but I’m so much I might as well be!”

You laughed, requesting for your drink of choice, which he went to fix for you. You licked your lips, scanning the area to find another friend to latch onto, since Angie had so kindly abandoned you.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here”, a very familiar voice said form behind you, and you turned to see none other than your best friend.

But he looked nothing like what you were used to.

Ten’s hair was slicked back instead of splayed out on his forehead like usual, his eyes seemed darker, probably due to the alcohol. He was wearing skinny jeans, and a blazer with most of the buttons undone, his chest in full view.

Ten looked hot.

“Uh-”, you started like the well read person you were, “Angie dragged me”

He smirked, “Of course she did”, he took a seat on one of the stools, legs spreading as he leaned back. You looked away, trying your hardest not to stare at the boy in front of you, who was making that mission increasingly harder with every little thing he did.

Johnny came back out, offering you a smile and your drink, which you took from him, returning his smile. He handed a glass of something you couldn’t make out to Ten, who took a sip, keeping it on the island. “You don’t seem to be having fun”, he observed, hands finding your waist and pulling you closer to him.

This was a normal thing, but this time it felt different. It wasn’t the same innocent gesture. “I just arrived idiot”, you scoffed. He smirked, “You can look at me you know”, he teased, and you could feel the heat rush to your face. You turned your gaze to him. Currently you were in between his legs, and your mind was a mess.

The first thing you noticed was his tattoo on his right arm which you had seen before. The next was one you hadn't seen before, and rightly so, since it was on his chest.

“Done staring at me?”, he said with a smirk, and your eyes snapped up to his, holding his gaze. If you hated the effect his eyes had on you before, you positively despised them now. He was staring at you through a half lidded gaze, licking his lips. Even without any alcohol in your system you felt dizzy, but not a sick way. Ten was driving you crazy, with his hands on your waist, eyes on you and just everything about him in the moment.

“You’re pretty”, he murmured, looking up at you, eyes falling to your lips, “Did you know that?”, his voice was deeper than usual, sending shivers down your spine. ��I-”

“Hmm?”, he sounded absent minded, like he wasn’t even listening to you, which was great considering you didn’t even know what to say. He pushed you a little, standing up himself, now looking down.

“If you didn’t know, I think you are”, he said, face closer than any friend’s face should have been. You breath hitched in anticipation. “Ten?”, your voice was small, quivering almost under his gaze.

He was so close, painfully close. If anyone asked you how you got into this position in the first place, you wouldn’t be able to explain, not quite knowing yourself.

“Y/n, I need you for a second”, Angie appeared from nowhere, freezing when she saw the two of you in that position, “Um- I can leave-”

“Hey Ang”, Ten greeted, moving away from you. You missed the proximity, as much as you hated to admit it. You blinked hazily at your friend who had so conveniently interrupted whatever you had going on with Ten. You silently cursed yourself for getting so out of it. “Here, I think Arya is calling me anyways so”, he pushed his hands in his jeans pockets. He glanced at you, before walking away and out of the kitchen.

Would he have kissed you?

You looked over at your friend, who was still staring at you like she had seen a ghost. “Did I interrupt something?”, she asked, eyes wide. You felt embarrassed, taking a step back as if you were trying to walk out of the whole situation. “I’m not sure”, you said, “What do you need me for?”

“I need you to hold my drink, I need to go to the bathroom, Renjun is drunk as fuck and I trust you”, she explained, handing you her glass. You nodded, “And maybe can you watch my dumbass of a boyfriend please?”

You snorted, agreeing and walking to the main area of the party that was unfortunately the most crowded. You spotted Renjun on top of Donghyuck, practically choking the latter boy who was laughing for some reason. You could see why Angie went to you for her drink. Walking over, you tried to help Mark, another one of your friends, in separating Renjun and Donghyuck from initiating the 77th hunger games on a friday night.

After somewhat succeeding in pulling the two away from each other, Angie had arrived, choosing to ignore her wasted boyfriends antics and taking her glass back from you.

You remembered you had left your own drink back in the kitchen, and so you backtracked your steps to said place, when you saw it.

Ten was standing with a girl, her hands around his neck. He was saying something that made her giggle, throwing her head back in laughter as he grinned happily. You froze watching the scene unbeknownst to Ten. You didn’t know what you were feeling for an entire minute until it hit you.

You were hurt.

It was a pricking sort of feeling, like a rod prodding at your heart. It was like a warning, telling you to look away before it pierced your heart, but you couldn’t look away for some reason. It was like your mind was mocking you, telling you keep watching, to realize you never had the slightest chance with Ten.

You weren’t special, whatever flirting he did with you he did to everyone, anything that had remotely happened wasn’t even mentionable, because you were like every other girl in the crowd, and it fucking hurt. It hurt to see the boy you loved not give you a moment's thought, not even give you a chance.

That night you went back to your apartment alone, leaving Angie to deal with her boyfriend. You had never felt this horrible before, it had never escalated to this level of hurt. This type of hurt was different, a dull ache reminding you of what an idiot you were to have ever hoped for more.

You hated Ten for several things, his eyes, his smile, the way he could make you giddy by doing the simplest things. But in the moment, you hated yourself more.

You hated yourself for loving Ten Lee.

‘Don’t call me kid, Don’t call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me. You showed me colours you know i can’t see with anyone else’

You sat on a colourful rug, holding a book up, and surrounded by several other books. You were in a sort of greenhouse, the walls and roof were made completely off glass, and the light streamed through, giving the scene a sort of whimsical aura.

This was the place ten has chosen to paint you, standing behind his easel and and focusing on the canvas, occasionally looking up at you. There were flecks of white and pale blue paint on his face, and he looked whimsical in a way as well.

You sat there, ignoring the warnings in your mind that told you to stay away from Ten for yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You showed up to the venue right on time, and did your best to not seem any different. You spaced out, eyes focusing on a random word on a page. Ten had promised he was almost done with it, since the two of you had been at it for quite a while now.

His lower lip was caught between his teeth in concentration, hair messed up from the amount of times he had run his hand through it. He stepped back for a second, inspecting his work, a dorky smile stretching out on his lips.

“It’s done!”, he said, “Some fixing, but I can do that later, get your ass here!”

You get to your feet, placing the book on one of the piles of them around you and walking towards him, biting down your own smile at this enthusiasm. You walked behind the easel, your eyes falling on the painting.

It was gorgeous, the colours complimenting each other. The depiction of the light rays was so soft, yet it was there shining down on the main part of the picture- you. He had painted you so prettily, almost fairy like in the midst of the scene. You stared at the painting in awe, unable to think of words to describe it.

“So?”, he asked hopefully, his eyes searching yours for some sort of reaction. You looked at him, then at the painting, then back at him, wondering how he could’ve made it look so fanciful, something out of a disney movie.

“It’s beautiful”, you whispered, your voice not daring to go any louder. He smiled placing his palette down and standing next to you. “It’s not hard when the subject is beautiful”, he said nonchalantly. You froze, silently telling yourself to calm down, to not react to it, that it wasn’t anything to be noted. Yet something in you clicked, shifted into place.

You were angry.

You were furious at Ten, with his pretty smiles and wishful eyes. You hated it when he flirted with you, because he kept leading you on, you hated it when he looked at you like you were the world, because it was a lie, it was all a fucking lie.

“Don’t”, you said, voice shaky. He stared at you in confusion, which only irked you more.

“Don’t”, your voice betrayed you, breaking. He looked alarmed, reaching his hand out, “Hey, Are you okay-”

“No, I’m not okay”, you hissed, slapping his hand away, stepping back. Your mind was clouded with a feeling of helplessness, helplessness at not being able to tell him how you felt, how you hated what he did, how all you wanted was something you definitely couldn’t have. He looked bewildered at your seemingly sudden outburst.

“Stop fucking playing with me”, you said, “I’m not this”, you searched for the words, coming back with nothing, “Stop complimenting me, calling me sweet nothings, making me believe-”, you sucked in a breath, feeling the tears build up in your eyes, years of pent up frustration finally making their way out of you.

You looked up at him, he still seemed to not be following, “Y/n, I don’t-”

“I’m in love with you”, you choked out finally, the words seeming to tie you down, rather than set you free like you had once hoped. “I’m in love with you”, you repeated, Ten could hear the rage in your voice, washing down on him like the waves of the Tempest, harsh and real. “And I hate myself for it”

Your voice was softer, much more mellow now, like it was tired. A single tear trickled down your face, and you looked up to see a stunned Ten, eyes wide at your state. He said nothing, instead just looked at you, as if you were a different person all of a sudden. It wasn’t a pretty sight, you crying and him standing there like a statue, not a word escaping his lips.

The air seemed to be colder all of a sudden, biting into the exposed areas of your skin. There was that aching feeling again, that pricking of your heart, the silent ‘i told you so’, that your mind seemed to be playing on repeat. You brushed the tears away from your face furiously, feeling stupid all of a sudden.

“I’m going to go”, you muttered, grabbing your things and walking out, not caring if you looked idiotic, and not staying to listen to any pathetic response he gave you.

Ten watched you leave, cursing himself for being such an idiot to you. He didn’t mean to hurt you, he was in love with you himself, but he would never admit it. He hated himself for it, because he knew what he had done. He had flirted with you, had played you, but it was only because he thought the two of you never had a chance.

He hated himself because it was him, after all this time, who had destroyed that chance.

You sat in front of your computer, back at your apartment, trying not to cry again as you stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the send button. It hurt much worse than you expected it to, his silence had made everything all the worse. But you were tired of him going back and forth. You were tired of having to pick up the pieces every time when he broke another girls heart, or someone else broke his.

You had nothing to lose this time. So alone, in your room you pressed send, signing of your future, sending the email to The Royal School of Music.

Alone.

Finals week passed in a blur of stress crying, all nighters and excessive reading of things that you had read a million times before, and if they hadn’t already gotten into your head, they would never. Which prompted the stress crying.

It was a vicious cycle.

You barely stepped out of your apartment, other than to actually take the exam. All your time was taken up in studying, occasionally eating, and studying again. You also didn’t see Ten that much, other than a glimpse, but immediately swerved away, not in any mood to deal with that confrontation as of yet.

Somehow, you managed to make it to the end of the week, without completely going mad. You made it out of finals, and was technically done with your college career altogether, which was crazy to even think of. You had spent the last four years of your life in this hellhole to get to where you were, and you had made it.

So seeing yourself in front of the mirror a week later, donning your cape and cap over your clothes, you smiled for the first time in two weeks. It was the day you finally graduated and went out into the world as a person with a degree.

Granted, you were slightly pissed at the fact you had spent four years, and paid an enormous amount of money for a sheet of paper, but at the moment, you couldn’t get the fact that you were finally done with it out of your head. You were happy.

The ceremony started off slowly, the principal calling the names of the students in alphabetical order. You saw Ten walk up and take his degree, a broad smile on his lips. You saw Angie take hers, almost tripping over her cape, earning a laugh from the principal, and fond looks all about. You saw Renjun and Donghyuck hugging instead of at each other's throats for once, and Mark randomly beat boxing for no reason.

You went up on the stage, taking the degree and smiling, realizing that your vision was hazy. Tears of happiness had made their way to your eyes, and you blinked them back, thanking the principal and smiling at the crowd. You walked off, going to stand with your little group of friends.

Later on, Angie went off with her boyfriend for a celebratory date, Renjun and Donghyuck decided to crash at Marks place, and you? You decided to walk through the campus one last time, before you never returned. You were done with college and this place wasn’t yours anymore. It held a sort of nostalgic feel all of a sudden, walking under the arches and admiring the architecture one last time.

You were holding your cap in your hand, after finding it on the ground somewhere after the throwing of them. Your cape was folded and hung from your arm as you walked through, deciding to go get some coffee after you were done.

Lost in your own thoughts, you bumped into someone, dropping the cap., “Sorry-”, you begun you apologize for your absent mindedness, crouching to pick up your cap when you saw the person you had run into.

Ten.

You silently scowled, cursing whatever above that had thrown the two of you together at the very moment, and cleared your throat uncomfortably, looking away. “Hey”, he said breathlessly, looking you up and down. He looked great, he always did, you couldn’t deny the fact no matter how much you were trying to hate him.

“Hi”, you said curtly, “I have to go”

“Wait”, he reached out, grabbing your hand, “Can we talk?”, his voice was tilting towards the hopeful side. It reminded you of your own foolish hope, and you didn’t like it one bit. “No”, you said, “I have to go”, you repeated for words, crushing any hope.

“No- Wait, please, Y/n let me explain”, he pleaded his case, his eyes striking through yours, stirring up some sort of sympathy. Your mind was telling you to go, to get out as fast as possible, but your heart softened, as it always did with him.

“Explain what?”, you chuckled bitterly, “You’ve made it pretty clear how you feel Ten. I was stupid”, your words were hurting yourself, but hurting him too, because he knew it wasn’t your fault.

“No Y/n, you-”

“I what?”, you hissed in question. He spluttered, discouraged by your disinterest in whatever he was trying to tell you. You wanted nothing more to get away from him in that moment, but he seemed to want to stretch out your time together as much as possible. It annoyed you, and made you sad at the same time.

The more time you were with him, the more you could feel your heart break.

“I love you”, he said quietly, “I know I’m a terrible person for leading you on and not realizing earlier, but I love you.” You froze, standing there and staring at him. He looked back, not daring to break your gaze. Instead of joy, which was what you had expected to feel if he ever uttered those words, you felt angrier.

“Please Y/n”, he said, “Just give me a chance?”

You stayed silent, contemplating your choices. “How long have we been friends?”

“What-”

“How long have we known each other Ten?”

“Four years, but I don’t see-”

“We have been friends for four fucking years. I was there for every heartbreak, every date, every girl. I stood on the sidelines, I listened to you, I have you advice when you needed it, I comforted you when you cried. But you? You never gave me a chance!”, you exclaimed, “Not a second glance, not a single chance.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, taking in your words and trying to think of something to justify them, but he couldn’t, he knew you were right.

“So yes”, you voice quivered, “You are an idiot. You’re an idiot for never realizing my feelings when i made it PAINFULLY obvious”, you took steps back, trying to calm yourself.

“I can't believe I”, you scoffed at yourself, your own idiocy, “I can’t believe that three out of four years I was in love with you, but I guess that’s what makes me the dumb bitch.” You looked away, the words you had wanted to say since forever finally out of your system. He stood there, just a few steps away from you. But then, why did it seem like he was miles away?

“I’m sorry”, he said weakly, “I hate myself for what I did, but Y/n I”, he paused, shutting his eyes in frustration, “I’m in love with you dammit, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I’ve put you through but, can we-”

“No”, you said, “We can’t”

“Y/n give us a chance, please”

“You don’t understand!”, you said almost feverishly, blinking back tears, “I can’t Ten”

“Why not?”, he asked, walking closer to you. You took a step back from him, looking at the boy you loved with remorseful eyes. “I’m leaving Ten. I’m leaving for a music school in another country.”

He blanched, any hope withering away, like a dead flower, dried with the summer heat, like a lone boat in the midst of a storm. You let out a pathetic sob, realizing that you couldn’t ever have Ten, no matter what.

“I’ll be gone before we could ever be”

The world was never fair. It came at you with things you wished never happened, you wished you could change, or would have handled better. Like a storm on an unsuspecting sailor, it’s waves crashed down on you, and you were unable to breathe.

Life was the tempest, with it’s harsh tremors, it’s sudden soft waves that lead you to believe things were going to be okay. It’s highs and it’s lows, the good times and the bad. You found it ironic, the fact you were playing your favorite piece of all time, and it reminded you of reality.

You had always viewed music as an escape from reality, but now you were starting to connect the two, using music to let both the worlds connect. Your fingers flew across the keys, the climactic melody thundering through your apartment.

Finishing the piece, you let out a sigh, taking the music sheets and placing them back in your folder. Shutting the keyboard down, you cleared up a bit, settling down on your couch. Cracking your knuckles, you pulled out your phone to mindlessly scroll through Instagram as one did to pass time.

You seemed to do that often, now that you were officially done with college and had a bit of time before you left for The Royal School of Music, approximately three weeks, you honestly had nothing else to do with your time.

And so, you indulged in the world of reels and other videos that didn’t necessarily add anything of worth to your being. Time seemed to trickle by slowly, much slower than you would have liked.

Your flight to the country in which the school was in had already been booked, your registration had been completed, and you had even found an apartment to rent over there. Some of your belongings had already been sent for shipping, leaving you with the bare minimum. You had even sold some stuff, because cross country shipping was expensive, and you had gathered quite a few things over your four years staying in your college area that you definitely didn’t need.

It seemed as if everything was set, you were ready to leave everything behind.

Your doorbell rang, it's obnoxious ringing sound making you wince out of annoyance. You got up from your spot on the couch reluctantly, and walked over to the door to open it.

You were met with a slightly disheveled looking Ten on the other side, hair slightly messy. It had been yet another week since you had seen him, not have been in contact since graduation day, and suddenly here he was at your doorstep. Before you could even say anything, he pushed his hand out, thrusting a pizza box in your face.

“I know you don’t want to see me, and I don’t blame you but”, he took a deep breath, “You’re going, and it sucks, but I’m happy for you, so i brought pizza, for old times sake?”

You blinked in surprise, your hands on their own accord and taking the box. As if he could sense you were skeptical, he rambled on, “Just a movie and pizza, then I’ll leave I promise.” Everything inside you screamed at you to say no, but the words left you before you could even comprehend your mind's thoughts.

“Okay”

You opened the door more, walking back into your apartment, opening the box and taking your laptop to search for a movie. He closed the door after himself, taking a seat beside you on the couch, but not touching you. It was like there was a wall in between the two of you, and you couldn’t break it down.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

“There’s a new season of His Dark Materials”, you thought aloud, “We could binge that.”

It was so easy, being with Ten. Like falling back into a routine you had missed, a habit that had been cultivated. It was natural, him by your side, eating pizza and searching for a movie or series to binge. It was a tradition for the two of you after all, and even though you had stayed away from Ten for your own heart, it felt so good to do this again. You had missed it.

“Sure”, he agreed, taking a slice of the pizza, the stringy cheese not breaking, “We may need plates.”

You shook your head at his comical state, placing your laptop down and walking into your kitchen, opening the topmost cupboard to get the plates down, when you realized you couldn’t reach it. Now usually, you would just get a stool or something to climb on top off, but that would mean going back out there and admitting to Ten that you were short.

That was not acceptable.

Of course any grand plans of somehow getting the plates down without Ten knowing had been thrown out the window when he himself walked into the kitchen, “Are you making the plates or something? What’s taking so long?”

He spotted you, hands stretching up, leaning over the counter. Ten smirked, walking over and taking the plates down himself, “Someone’s short”, he snickered, to which you glared, “You’re short too dumbass.”

“You’re shorter”, he teased, taking the second plate down. He was standing in front of you, directly facing you as he placed the second plate of the counter top. You stared indignantly at him, and he caught your gaze, holding it. It was the same Ten you had known since you entered your campus, the same Ten you met at that party.

The same Ten you were in love with.

His eyes shifted from yours to your lips, realizing how close the two of you were. His hand raised up to your face cupping it. You subconsciously leaned into his touch, eyes wide, waiting for him to do something, anything.

His eyes searched yours for an answer, some sort of indication that he could go ahead. You knew that nothing good would come from this, but you couldn't help but nod your head a little too fast, and fisting the end of his shirt in anticipation.

He kissed you.

His lips moved against yours softly, hesitantly, like they were scared you would disappear if he went any faster. It was nothing like you had ever imagined (believe me, you had imagined), but it was better. It was like a culmination of wanting had been poured into the kiss, and you didn’t want it to stop.

You could’ve sworn time had stopped when he kissed you, the world around you seeming to fade away. You could feel your knees going weak with the overwhelming feeling, the flutter in your stomach growing. If you hadn’t been holding onto the end of his shirt so hard, you would have collapsed into him.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered against your lips, pulling away, cupping your face, “I know I’m an idiot”, he confessed, and you resist the urge to agree, “I know I’m an idiot but,”, he stopped again, resting his forehead against yours. “One night”, he whispered, voice shaky now, “Will you be mine for just one night?”

There was something fragile in his voice, like he was afraid of your answer. You looked up, looking at those eyes you hated, but loved at the same time. You silently agreed, pressing your lips to his again, kissing him once more. His hands dropped down to your waist, your hands wrapped around his neck as you stole another long awaited kiss from him.

The plates were long forgotten about, instead the two of you stumbled back into the living room, hands not leaving each other. The back of his knees hit the couch, and he sat down, taking you with him. You sat on top of him, breathing heavily.

He pressed his lips to your forehead affectionately as you leaned into Ten, not ever wanting the moment to end. “I’m tired”, you whispered, all the years of pining and wishing he was yours suddenly weighing you down.

“I know”

“This isn’t going to end well is it?”

“I don’t know”, he mused, rubbing your back comfortingly. You looked at him once again, like you had done many times before, except this time he was yours, for how long? You didn’t know. You didn’t want the night to end, the prospect of losing him again already making your stomach pit.

“I love you”, he said, and you didn’t say it back. You didn’t have too, you had said it many times already, you had told him. Instead you kissed him again, getting drunk on him.

The rest of the night was spent this way,lazily kissing, cuddling, and eating pizza straight out of the box since neither of you wanted to get up again. Ten held you like you were the world, and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. The two of you forgot about the serial you were supposed to binge as well, too caught up with each other to even care.

He told you about how he got scouted for dancing by an entertainment company, you filled him in about The Royal School of Music, about how you were so glad College was over even though you would miss it. He made you laugh with his stupid jokes, and it felt like it had always been. Somewhere along the line, the two of you fell asleep in the dead of the night, or almost morning, tangled up in each others arms, happy.

You woke up on your couch alone, your apartment lonely and silent. You looked around sleepily, your eyes catching a glimpse of the clock on your wall, which told you it was already noon. You pulled your knees to your chest, feeling out of place. Something was missing.

Ten.

Ten was gone, nowhere to be seen. You tried thinking back, wondering why he was gone, until you realized - one night was over. Like he had promised, he was gone, not yours anymore, and you weren’t his. You shivered, realizing that there wasn’t any blankets or anything on the couch, yet you couldn't seem to get up.

It hurt. You wanted to cry and scream, the realization that he was gone, before you could even fully have him sinking it. It felt so unfair, the fact that you could never really ever have Ten, someone you had loved for four fucking years, for more than a night.

You took in a shaky breath, looking to the end of the sofa, which is when you saw it. It was Ten’s painting, the one of you in the greenhouse, supposedly reading the books. On the top a sticky note read ‘The Tempest’. You brushed your finger over the painting, taking it in. He had left it here for you, and it was the one thing you had of him. At the bottom, it was signed in his handwriting.

‘10’.

“널 다시 만나면 네 손을 잡고 말해줄 텐데 I will never let you go”

fin.

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crimeronan · 4 years ago

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Can you explain the appeal of Julian Blackthorn? This is a genuine question because I read the books and came away utterly bored by him and unconvinced of his moral greyness as opposed to like, Adam Parrish’s. He seemed so one dimensional to me but I want to know if I’m Wrong TM considering I tend to be very very biased toward my favourite characters and bored by the rest, and my favourites were Mark and Kieran. So maybe I just didn’t pay him enough attention??

it’s been a while since i wrote any earnest tsc meta but cringe culture is dead and the chance to infodump about my julian thoughts has me vibrating where i’m sitting so. yes okay.

technical stuff

(aka: things pertaining to How The Story Is Constructed)

cassandra clare’s characterization has become much stronger just in general since she first began writing the series like twenty years ago

perhaps most importantly: the more recent stuff i’ve read from her has involved characters who actually grow, change, and learn from their past mistakes

rather than repeating the same stupid decisions over and over again

and over and over and over some more

seriously take a shot every time someone in tmi miscommunicates or self-destructs in ways They Have Learned Not To Do for no real reason. u will die of alcohol poisoning

in tda this shines ESPECIALLY with the evolution of mark, kieran, and cristina’s relationship, but that’s a separate post

clare’s trademark is also the angsty traumatized jerkass love interest with a secret heart of gold

the woman is almost singlehandedly responsible for draco in leather pants and the proliferation of this kind of character type in fandom and teen lit. this isn’t a criticism it’s me marveling at how if you commit hard enough to a single trope you truly can change the world. follow your dreams

sad jackass with a heart of gold isn’t an Inherently Problematic Character Type

but poorly done it can lead to relationship dynamics in which one partner is constantly being hurt by and then forgiving the other despite them making no real effort to change, because they are narratively absolved due to being sad

(there’s a lot of this with earlier jace content. in some ways i think will was later created specifically to be a same-archetype protagonist who actually does get called on his shit and grow. that’s also another post)

also if all of your sexy male love interests are tortured jackasses with a heart of gold then people start calling you a one-trick pony

enter julian blackthorn!

from the very start everything about him is designed to be the INVERSE of the heart of gold jackass. which immediately makes him interesting just from a meta perspective

(mark and kieran are also both alternate angles on this time-honored archetype. mark gets the heart of gold and kieran gets the jackass and then they’re both much more deeply messy than that. yet another post)

julian is kind, self-sacrificing, empathetic, artistic, emotionally supportive, responsible, and favored by old grannies everywhere

so a completely nonthreatening milquetoast guy, right

immediately forgettable if you’re only here for the dramatic conflicts and shithead antics of clare’s other protags

except that he is A Mess

and that he has structured his priorities very carefully, and they are as selfless as you expect from The Hero (TM) but they are also Not Heroic (TM) and they do not align with the moral framework The Hero (TM) is supposed to use

moral ambiguity in characters always exists in relation to their narratives imo. you mention adam parrish - trc’s narrative already mucks around in different ethical shades of gray, and adam falls on the canon scale about where julian does on his canon scale. both more willing than the average pov character to do the ruthless thing or make the fucked-up choice if the ends justify the means; both with an intensely strong sense of internal priorities that they adhere to at all costs, both so unbelievably fucking down for murder; etc

i do think there are ways julian’s choices could have been pushed even further, but considering the number of readers who hate his guts already, i can see why clare opted not to go for the most controversial possible conflicts

so we’re flipping the narrative

instead of seeing this angsty bad boy and peeling back the layers of his trauma to find his heart of gold, we’re seeing the put-together selfless family man and peeling back the layers of his Responsibility Mask to expose the rotting husk underneath

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

THAT IS FUN AS FUCK

then when julian DOES lash out in hurtful, uncontrolled ways, he has significantly more narrative justification for it than most of clare’s protagonists (will elaborate in characterization thoughts)

julian is also interesting as fuck because of how his struggles allow for a more in-depth look at the failings of shadowhunter society, something that’s also sorely lacking in clare’s earlier work

his apparent amorality is simply the result of him making pragmatic and impossible choices because he has been faced with fucked-up ethical dilemmas since age 12 Because Society Has Failed Him

which opens the door for narrative exploration of how and why he’s been failed so badly & what needs to change

i also love that he has such a coldly calculated way of analyzing situations and allowing harm to occur when need be, bc a lot of clare’s early protagonists have such a bad case of Rush In And Get Myself Killed Because I’ve Got Feelings About Impulsive Heroism syndrome that i wanna push them in front of a truck

probably there’s other meta narrative stuff i could say but i’m stopping myself and moving on to character analysis

characterization stuff

(aka: reasons why i’m also attached to him in a vacuum)

i don’t read him as one-dimensional at all tbh

u may feel the narrative pushes “ruthless julian blackthorn” too much without delivering enough actual ruthless julian But i don’t think that’s the same as having only one dimension

from the get-go, the big question centered on julian is always “how far are you willing to go?” and the narrative pushes the stakes slowly higher and higher to continuously test julian’s “the price is always justified” mindset

he has a far more layered and realistic response to trauma than clare’s early protagonists - trauma affects every single aspect of his personality and how he conducts himself, and the effects vary depending on the circumstances

his conviction that he has to be the perfect parent to his siblings because they will fall apart if they see him show weakness?? rooted in how he feels like he’s fallen apart since losing the stable adult support he once relied upon

his willingness to hurt semi-innocent people, commit coldblooded murder, manipulate people using political leverage, allow harm to befall any stranger if it protects his family?? rooted in how he has already had to ask himself how much he’s willing to sacrifice, and how his family is his only source of stability when the world has never done Shit for him

his conviction that he has a darker heart than anyone else because he killed his possessed father, even though intellectually he knows he was saving his brother’s life?? rooted in having no means of processing this trauma and being unable to voice his feelings for fear of backlash from a deeply non-understanding society

the way he represses every single negative emotion he ever has, to the point where emma - his actual literal magic soulmate who can feel his emotions - is startled to find him hurting or angry?? once again all about how he has to be the perfect father or he’s failed completely

the way his anger is so totally disproportionate to different situations and the way his negative emotions can only come out in completely uncontrolled breaks?? all that repression baybey. this kid has not processed a single bad feeling in five years. every single real grievance and petty annoyance has been festering indefinitely inside him like a slowly spreading infection

julian’s arc involves him needing to get thru being his worst self to actually start to heal

as in, he has to actually learn to acknowledge his feelings, take care of himself, lean on his family, and let other people take some responsibility

he also has to learn that in his quest to be the perfect emotionally controlled authority figure, he has not actually learned how to control or deal with his emotions. like. At Fucking All. good god

the narrative setup is also about asking “how far are you willing to go?” until the answer is finally “not this far. not this far”

and once he reaches that point, he has to reevaluate everything about how he weighs his priorities and morals and plans, etc

(i also like that emma has a perpendicular arc in which she’s always the one tempering julian and telling him “no we can’t go that far” until she’s willing to do something horrific that he absolutely won’t and HE has to stop HER. very sexy)

it’s also just really nice to have a character who’s learned to relate so well to literally every single member of his family while still having a very detached ruthless interior consciousness. i have similar feelings about how adam teaches himself to love people, but with julian it’s spelled out more explicitly in canon & it’s a more central character theme

i’m sure i’m also forgetting stuff here but this post is long enough so i’m gonna say good enough

and like i said in the tags on my other post, there are things i’d personally write differently if it were my story - plot points i’d shift, character contrasts i’d up, themes i’d explore differently, pacing i’d adjust, etc. i have plenty of ways i could be nitpicky and editorial about the effectiveness of julian’s arc. but i also don’t feel like writing them out at the moment & none of my critiques on effectiveness have an impact on the core appeal of his character 2 me. he’s so fucking good

#replies #tsc #tda #julian blackthorn #meta #long post #ungodly long post.#shadowhunters #Anonymous

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ereawrites · 4 years ago

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Tim Drake - NSFW Alphabet!

this was not requested

taglist: @daddyissuesmademe @idkmanicantenglish

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tim, as much as he enjoys it in the moment, can’t cope with being messy/sweaty etc after you’re done. He likes to shower together after sex - lots of kisses, mumbling how amazing you are into your skin, cleaning each other while half-holding each other up with exhaustion. After that, he loves to go back to bed and play with your hair while you both drift off to sleep. This is one of the only times Tim will sleep straight through the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Tim likes his hands. He has long, slender fingers: much of his childhood was spent playing piano, and his handwriting is gorgeous when he actually tries. They’re often stained with ink, which reminds him how hard he works. Also... major fingering kink. Huge. He will happily finger you for hours.

On you, Tim is absolutely in love with your shoulders, collarbones, and neck. He thinks they all look so graceful and elegant. During foreplay and a lot of sex, Tim basically has to have his lips somewhere in this area. A surefire way to catch his attention is to wear an off-shoulder dress, or a nice necklace. (He may ask you to keep the necklace on during sex).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Looooves to come onto your chest and collarbones. He isn’t so keen on coming inside, mostly because it lowkey terrifies him, but he can be convinced in the heat of the moment if you ask nicely enough. Tim comes a lot. Even after one round, there’s still a lot coming out of there. You will need a lot of tissues.

As an extension of the fingering kink, if you squirt, Tim will go absolutely nuts. He’ll totally lose his mind, and keep going until you do it three more times. He doesn’t care if he gets messy. He’s a champ and he powers through and it actually turns him on a ridiculous amount.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...he didn’t mean to do it, he just couldn’t help himself. It was one of the first times you slept at the manor, and you had to rush home in the morning - you quickly woke him up to say goodbye, but he was in the middle of a sex dream, and in all the rush you left behind your sweatshirt. Tim ended up holding it to his nose and furiously jacking off right after you left.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely messed around with a few people by the time he meets you, but he’s quite possibly a virgin. Tim takes a long time to open up to anyone enough to actually have sex with them, so he tends to stick to foreplay for a long time. However, this means he’s very, very talented at foreplay; he’s also a very quick learner, and he loves to spend a long time getting to know his partner’s body. So, yes, he definitely knows what he’s doing, he just might be a little shy at first.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl or the face-off. He loves being topped, and watching you on top of him is heaven for him. Plus, he can get to your clit easily in these positions. He’s totally happy to experiment with any positions you like, though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tim’s generally more serious - he doesn’t get much time with you, and he wants to be fully involved and focused in the moment. Especially for the first few times you have sex, Tim has a very intense focus about him, and he’s totally concerned with your pleasure. Once he learns your body more, though, moments of goofiness and laughter can shine through.

H = Harmony (do they like music in the background?)

Once Tim gets his hands on you, everything else is tuned out. He couldn’t care less about what’s going on in the background. The one exception to this is if there are other people in the building: Tim tries to have some background music or radio to seem less suspicious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tim’s only really likely to have sex with you if he genuinely loves you, or at least cares about you very deeply. You can feel this in each of his touches. It’s as if he’s in awe of you, literally worshipping your body, and there’s a very specific kind of gentle, loving intensity. If you’re taking charge, it’s quite common for him to gasp, god, you’re perfect, I love you so much-

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Outside of a relationship, Tim almost never jacks off. He often goes months without touching himself, simply because he never allows himself to relax enough to do so. He’ll only ever do it if, for example, you inadvertently get him so riled up that he can’t control it any longer. Even once he’s in a relationship, he rarely does it. He’d prefer to wait for you. Phone sex is the big exception, though - regular business trips are made a little easier by hearing your voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Masochist, femdom, bondage (on you or him), vibrators and cock rings, risky/semi-public sex, fingering, sensation play e.g. ice, blindfolds (on him), hair pulling, hickeys (on you), edging, sending nudes

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

1. The bedroom

2. Shower

3. Office/kitchen counter (tie)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The easiest way to turn Tim on is, simply, to let it be known that you want him while also encouraging him to relax. Press up against him when you kiss him a goodbye on the cheek in the morning, and you’ll be in his head all day. Run your nails down his shoulders while you massage them. Coax him into bed because you ‘can't sleep without him”. Tim is always lowkey horny, you just have to get him thinking about sex.

Once you get going, Tim very easy gets caught up in everything. He lives to hear your moans and watch your expressions. The more pleasure he gives you, the more he wants to give.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No sharing. Tim has enough insecurities, and he doesn’t want that amplified by getting someone else involved. He also doesn’t want anything that has the potential to cause real harm (e.g. knives) - pain is fine, but he would never forgive himself if he genuinely hurt you. As for turn offs, Tim doesn’t like anyone who is too full of themselves or overly arrogant. He also hates someone who acts too aloof.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tim does enjoy giving oral - especially after you’ve came once or twice already - but, again, he’d honestly prefer to finger you or at least have his hands involved. He finds it stupidly hot if you sit on his face. He doesn’t care if he can’t breathe, he’ll literally grab your hips and pull you down onto him harder.

He definitely prefers to receive (he isn’t selfish, he repays you) since it’s one of the only times he can completely let go. As much as he knows it’s a cliche, he goes absolutely crazy for a blowjob under his office desk.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually goes for a slow, intense pace if he’s in control. He wants to savour every moment and each one of your reactions; that means a steady, thorough pace, so he can angle each one of his thrusts just right. However, when he’s particularly high on adrenaline (or jealous) he adopts a faster and less sensual pace.

If you’re taking the reins, Tim’s a sucker for a rougher pace. Tease him by going slow at first, then work it up so you’re practically bruising his hips with how hard you’re riding him, and watch his eyes roll right back into his skull.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Of course Tim prefers to take the time to really indulge, but his schedule doesn’t often allow that. The majority of sex with Tim is probably quickies. For example: in his office on his lunch break, on the kitchen table before leaves for work, in a side alley on a quiet night of patrol. He also loves a quick phone call in the middle of meetings. Once you figure out how to rile him up enough and get him in the mood, you’ll receive a lot of frantic and desperate calls.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Obviously. He gets off so much on knowing there’s a risk of being caught, pressing his palm over your mouth while he buries his own moans in the crook of your neck. He’s much less keen on risking any harm to you.

As for experimentation, Tim is all for it, but you have to give him time to research it first. He needs to be fully prepared and informed for anything he does. Tim’s actually pretty likely to suggest new things, depending on whatever he finds during this research: especially as he becomes more experienced, he suggests a lot of new things to try together (pegging). He trusts you completely.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pretty good stamina - enough to make you come at least once, but he usually chooses to slow down and pace himself so he can make you come two or three times (<3). He kind of loses it and comes fast if you ride him hard and maybe push him down, but he’ll make up for it. Tim’s entirely capable of going two or three rounds if you’ve got the time and the energy; this generally happens when he comes home after a few weeks away. If you’re feeling down or insecure, though, there’s at least 2 rounds of body worship coming your way.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’m just gonna say it. Tim has a butt plug. He busts it out after particularly stressful weeks, and although it’s something he initially keeps quiet, he can be convinced to bring it into your bed if that’s something you’re into. He also loves it when you use cockrings or restraints on him. On you, Tim absolutely loves using vibrators.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not the biggest tease at first, but the real teasing comes when he starts edging you. Tim doesn't necessarily mean it in a cruel way - unless you’ve asked him to - and it’s more in a way of building you up to an even stronger orgasm. He feels a little bad if he teases you too much. Even when he’s playfully flirting, he never really takes it far enough for it to become teasing - he prefers to stay vaguely suggestive and let your mind do the rest. For Tim, it’s all about you teasing him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots of breathy moans, pants of your name, and this can sometimes devolve into whimpers as he gets closer to his orgasm. He doesn’t often verbalise, since he’s normally too far gone to actually string sentences together, but when he does it’s praise. He’s not ridiculously loud but his moans are pretty much constant, and occasionally you get one out of him that the neighbours definitely hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He comes on the spot the first time you bite his shoulder.

X = X-marks the spot (where’s their favourite place to give/receive hickies)

Tim doesn't exactly have a possessive streak, but he can become easily insecure and likes to know that you're clearly ‘his’. He loves to leave hickies across your collarbone, just low enough that they can be covered if need be, but he secretly goes wild if you leave them just poking out over the collar of your shirt. He thinks they’re a little juvenile, though, so he doesn’t mark you unless something sets him off.

He has quite pale skin and bruises very easily. This makes him a dream to leave marks on. He tells you not to, since they’re a pain to explain to the family, but if you suck bruises into his hipbones during a blowjob he’s going to have to bite down on his hand to keep quiet.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As above - he’s pretty much always lowkey, background-level horny. Tim is always up for sex, as long as you get him thinking about it for a few hours beforehand. In the average week, Tim will probably go for sex around two times, but this can be more if you’ve been apart for a long time beforehand.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You’ve got about ten to fifteen minutes to clean up, tell him how much you love him, and get back into bed before he’s out like a light. On the upside, Tim’s very cuddly after sex, and you’ll wake up wrapped in his arms.

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #red robin #red robin x reader #smut #dc #dcu #batman

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darkmulti · 4 years ago

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Tinker Bell

Stray Kids & Ateez

Parings: Richboy!San & Hyunjin x brat!female reader

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 3.6K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Synopsis: San falls in love with his bestfriends crush and it turns into a messy, love triangle. But once they realize this girl has broken their wonderful friendship..... read to find out

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A/N: Warnings are after under cut! Sorry if I ruined your childhood with the title. Whoops!

⚠️Warnings: forced ddlg relationship, threesome, anal, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, humiliation, physical abuse, language, heavy degradation, cum eating, blowjob, dirty talking, spitting, fisting, camera play, breeding kink, squirting, probably missing something, if I am please forgive me:(

SEMI NON CONSENSUAL SEX

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“Come on Hyunjin, let me go!”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the man and yanks her arm out of his grip. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not interested in dating you. Go back to your nerd club and don’t talk to me again. Being near you can hurt my reputation.”

She pushes him and sashays away. San comes up behind the male and pats him on the back. “Remind me why you like her again? She’s a total bitch that can’t get over herself.” He said while watching her walk down the hallway. “I thought I could date her. I tried everything. I’m nice, aren’t I?”

“You’re nice, but if a history textbook was a human, it would be you. She’s a princess and she needs a prince. Change up your style and maybe you’ll have a chance with her.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Before you start coming at me, why don’t you take a look at yourself. Your hair looks like a pie chart, San.”

“Shut up, my hair looks beautiful.” San huffs and combs his hair back, feeling a little insecure. The two boys were too busy dissing each other’s looks, they didn’t notice Y/N coming back their way and hearing in. “You both are ugly. Sorry, but it had to be said.”

She was just about to walk away until San pulled her back by the arm and pushed her against the locker. He chuckles and gets close to her face, “who are you to judge us because of how we look? Are you some kind of fashion fairy? Listen here you little cunt….” he whispers into her ear so Hyunjin couldn’t hear, “why don’t you spread your wings and not your legs for once, little tinker bell? Fly away from here and don’t talk about us ever again. Though…” San smirks and looks away for a second, before going back. “Though.. I want to fuck you so hard and feel your pussy clench around my cock. But the only turn off about you is how your pussy probably looks like a flat tire.”

San ‘accidentally’ rubs his bulge against her hand and moves away from her face so she could leave. “Now that’s how you put someone back in their place.” Hyunjin looks at San with a resentful expression. “You’re actually such an asshole, Choi San. I just told you that I like her, but you still- you know what? Nevermind. Don’t talk to me ever again.” Hyunjin walks away, angered by San, but San only brushes it off.

This was the beginning of a love triangle.

San didn’t know what came over him when he was confronting Y/N. He didn’t like her at all, but the moment he stood over her, a light turn on. Or maybe it turned off. The young man was doing pull ups in a black tank top, that showed off his muscular biceps. After his workout he showered and changed into his boxers. He was drying his hair, while picking out a ‘less nerdy’ outfit.

He decided on a full black outfit. Black jeans, black shirt and black leather jacket. He grabbed black dye from his drawer and dyed his hair back to black and trimmed his mullet since it was getting long.

Hyunjin was doing something similar. He was also changing up his style with the help of his fashionable mom. She criticizes Hyunjin's wardrobe and lends him his father's clothes, which were much more expensive and trendy. He thanks his mother and shaves his face. He was a little anxious to show off the new Hyunjin, causing him to not sleep very well.

The next morning arrives and Hyunjin wakes up with a full smile. He gets ready for the day and greets his mother, who was preparing breakfast for him. “Oh look at my handsome son.” She walks over to him, cups his cheeks and kisses his forehead. “You look just like your father. He would be proud.” Hyunjin smiles and sits down at the table to eat his breakfast.

The other boy was also getting ready, but sadly his parents were not there to compliment him. San’s parents were constantly working and barely ever considered his existence. He would see his mom once in a while, but rarely saw his dad.

Choi gets in his car and drives to school, only to see a new, black sports car in the parking lot. He parked his car and waited for whoever it was. To his surprise it was Hyunjin. San was a little jealous of him since Hyunjin came from a caring family. His parents spoiled him with love. That’s something San couldn’t compete with.

Y/N was standing in front of the school, checking out Hyunjin. She twirled her gum around her fingers and pulled her skirt higher, so you can see her ass. “Hwang Hyunjin is that you?!” She skips to him with a teasing look on her face. “Sure is. But I thought you didn’t like nerds.”

“I can like you if you keep looking like this.” She winks and places one hand on his shoulder, gradually getting closer to his face. Her other hand takes Hyunjin’s palm and places it on her bare ass cheek. “Don’t be shy, spank me.” She giggles and leans in kissing him. His comforting aroma made her feel safe in his arms. Hyunjin spanks the little girl and grins, holding her closer to him. He was about to say something, until the crowds outside the school started to noticeably whisper. Y/N and Hyunjin both turn to the noise, and see San running his fingers through his hair, with a deadpan expression.

The man bites down on his lip and slightly brings down his sunglasses to wink at a girl. Y/N bit down on her own lip, and felt this irritating rush. Why did her insides burn with jealousy? These were the same two men that she bullied the day before. Yet, they have her dripping wet. She turns her attention back to Hyunjin. “He’s a dumb show off, Hyunjinie. Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

She interwines her hands with his bigger ones and drags him into the school. The second they turn the hallways, they see San having a hot makeout session with some random chick. The man shoving his tongue down the girl's throat didn’t even notice that Hyunjin and Y/N were there, until Y/N cleared her throat. “Excuse me, my locker’s there.” San pulls away and apologizes. “Oh I-I’m sorry, she was just so tasty.” San looks back at his girl and tells her to hand over her phone. “Call me tonight baby. I hope you taste just as sweet as your saliva.” Both of them go their separate ways, leaving Y/N and Hyunjin alone.

Again, Y/N felt pain and anger at the same time. San looked like he was ready to eat the girl alive, and what she would’ve done to be in her place. She sighs and looks at Hyunjin. “I want to apologize for always being a jerk to you. I just- I don’t know. Hurting other people gives me pleasure and attention that I enjoy..”

“Ohhh, so you’re just a needy, little attention whore. I get it now.” Hyunjin nods and face palms his forehead in an over exaggerated way. “I’m not a whore Hyunjin..” She picks up her unzipped pencil case and proceeds to say, “I don’t appreciate that name!” Y/N throws her hands in the air, causing all the pencils to fly out everywhere on the hallway floor. She grumbles and bends down to pick them up, immediately waking up Hyunjin’s little friend. Uncontrollably, he grips onto her waist and pulls her back onto his bulge. Y/N moans and rubs her slit onto him more. “Look at what you've done. Now you have to fix it.”

“Please let me.” Hyunjin easily throws her over his shoulder and spanks her ass. He carried her into the back of the library, where all the bookshelves could cover them. “You have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught.” “Well no shit sherlock.” She whispers yells, whilst rolling her eyes. Hyunjin bends her over, covers her mouth and slaps her ass. “I dare you to talk back to me…” he spanks her again, “needy whore.”

Hyunjin rips her panties off and stuffs it into her mouth before taking himself out. He puts his hand over the girl's mouth and thrust into her soaked pussy. He pounds her right away, kicking her breath out with each thrust. The library was dead silent and the skin clapping got a little too loud, causing the librarian to get up and look around. She was headed their way and Hyunjin quickly pulled her under a nearby desk and used a chair to cover themselves. Her legs wrap around his waist and he goes even faster, directly hitting her spot, just as the old woman walks passed. She rolls her eyes and covers her own mouth, spasming under him. “C-cum” she squeaks out. “Cum, cum now!” She squeezes her walls around Hyunjin, cumming all over his long veiny cock. “Wait, you’re on birth control right?!” “Yes! Please cum in me daddy, please!”

Hyunjin throws his head back while spilling his seeds in her. Unfortunately for him, he bangs his head under the table, catching the librarians attention. “What the- ” she mutters to herself, pulling the chair away. She finches and yells, “YOU DISGUSTING KIDS ARE HAVING SEX IN MY LIBRARY?!” The man gets off his girlfriend and stands up. “Don’t be upset that you haven’t gotten laid in like... forever. You could’ve masterbated to the sounds of my balls clapping her ass.”

“Hyunjin!” She whines. “Shut it needy slut.”

Her expression changed into disappointment. She didn’t like to be called a slut. “But daddyy~” she tugs on his pants and looks up at him. Hyunjin pulls her up slightly and slaps her. “This is all your fucking fault!” She tears up and holds her burning cheek, “M-my fault? H-how is it my-” Hyunjin slaps her again and drags her by her hair out of the library. “Ow! Hyunjin let me go!” She tries to pry his fingers off her hair, but his grip only gets harder. “P-please hyunjin! Leave me alone!”

“San was right about you! You’re just an attention whore and will spread your legs for anyone!” He spits on her face and pushes her to the ground. He gets on top of her, shoving his fist inside of her and ripping her clothes off. “Hyunjin! It hurts!”

“I bet it does.” Hyunjin took her again, in the middle of the hallway. His fingers were tightly wrapped around her neck to make sure she couldn’t call for help. She sobbed, kicked and squealed under the much bigger man. Her insides were screaming as she could feel his bulge hit her stomach. Hyunjin was too busy taking her to notice San taking a video and quietly walking towards them. Y/N turns her head and her eyes meet San’s eyes right away. Her eyes were full of tears and her arms were weak from punching Hyunjin chests so many times.

Fortunately, Hyunjin notices that something got her attention and looks as well. “San. Why are you recording?” San smiles, “I’m not recording, I’m live. Continue fucking her, the viewers are loving it.”

Y/N cries harder, “no! Stop please don’t record this!” She slips out of Hyunjins tight grip and makes a run for it. Both of the males bolt after her, laughing and teasing her.

She runs outside and trips on her shoelace, causing the cement to tear her skin and bleed. “Owieee” she holds her bleeding knee to her chest and cries. San and Hyunjin run outside and spot her crying. “Awee, did the little Tinker Bell get a boo boo?” San says, mockingly.

“P-please it’s not funny, it hurts.” Hyunjin pushes San back and strikes her face. “This is what I mean. You’re so fucking dumb, you’re not even capable of running away. Now you have to pay.”

“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She ignores the raging pain in her knee and tries to limp away. San wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her back. “Where ya going, Tinker Bell.”

“Let me go! You guys are insane!” She cries in San’s arms and struggles to get out of his grip. “I-I PLEASE! LET ME GO!” San and Hyunjin laugh at her poor attempts. “She’ll never learn until she gets pounded by two.” San says, smirking at Hyunjin. “T-two? Y-you two?... No, no, no, please!” She begs, dropping down to her knees. “Lick my shoe clean and we’ll think about it.” A smug smile plasters on San’s face, but his request made both Y/N and Hyunjin cringe. “What, Tinker Bell? Did I fucking stutter?”

“N-no” she leans down and licks his shoes. “Tinker Bell’s so terrified of me, slut’s licking my shoe. That’s how you dom, Hyunjin.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss her after she licks off your dirty shoes.” Hyunjin’s tone was telling San that he was a bit disgusted, but San gladly does it anyway. He pulls her up by the hair and shoves his tongue down her throat. San wrapped his arms around her and sucked her tongue, until he pulled away, creating a string of saliva between the two. “Open your mouth Tinker Bell.” She opens her mouth and San spits in it and slaps her ass. “Notice how she’s so submissive to me. That’s how you claim your power. Right, Tinker Bell?” San looks down into her pure eyes and pets her cheek with one hand. “Right daddy. You’re always right.” She whispers out, suddenly compelled by San.

“Good girl. Let’s go.” Hyunjin unlocks his car and sits in the driver's seat, while Y/N and San sit in the backseat. During the car ride, San pulled Y/N onto his knee and kept hitting her clit with it. He then licked his fingers and rubbed her clit rapidly, making her cum on San’s thigh. “Daddy!” She moans out, uncontrollably bouncing on his knee. San grabbed her tits and played with them while she bounced and rubbed her clit against his thigh, furiously. “I’m gonna cum again!” San pushes her off of him and shoves his fist into her. “You’re not even fucking tight. What a waste of time.”

Hyunjin chuckles and pulls into his driveway. San takes his fist out and pushes her onto the cement, expecting her to crawl. Y/N’s knee starts bleeding again, so she looks up to San for help. “Please! My knees really hurt!” Hyunjin kicks her down and tangles his fingers into her hair. “Crawl slut!” She winces, slowly crawling into the house until Hyunjin gets impatient and pulls her hair to go faster.

“Please! You’re hurting me! I want San and only San!” Hyunjin kicked her cunt from behind, making her scream and whimper. “I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE HYUNJIN!” The man picks her up and throws her on the bed. The two men act quickly and put her down before she could scream. They tie her down onto the bed and put a tie around her mouth. Hyunjin has been waiting for this moment. He never thought that it would go down like this but hey, it was working and that’s all the matters to him. The little girl he greatly lusted for, was tied to his bed, at his mercy. Hyunjin quickly strips, completely forgetting about San and fucks his soul into her.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU’RE LIFE WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER IF YOU JUST..” Hyunjins hips sped up and he choked her down, pounding inside of her. “P-PLEASE HYUNJIN! I-I’M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING, BUT PLEASE SLOW DOWN IT HURTS SO BAD!” Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, while San sat back, naked, with one hand stroking his cock and the other hand holding his belt. The skin slapping was music to his ears. He watches as his pal fucks anger and sadness into her, feeling no pity. “SAN P-PLEASE HElp” Hyunjin slaps her and growls, going as fast as he can, nearly breaking the bed.

“I hate you!” She hiccuped. “I hate both of you!” She tugs on her restrainants, but they were just too tight to get out of. Her next option was to cry, but no one would hear her because of the tie around her mouth. Hyunjin’s cock twitched at the sight of her ruined face. Her hot tears glided down her face and her pussy clenched around his cock as it went deep into her stomach. Hyunjin pressed down on his bulge in her stomach and pounds her harder. “You like this Tinker Bell. You love it…”

“No, I don't!” Her words were muffled and weak. “Even if you don’t, I’ll fuck my babies into you in the future. We can have a nice little family. Wouldn’t you love that? Wouldn’t you love to be the mother of my kids?” The man sends her a sinister look, before he cums into her once again. Y/N’s muffled screams release when she squirts all over Hyunjin and starts hysterically crying.

The man blows on her burning clit, sending shivers up her spine. “My turn.” San stands up and clears his throat. His cum was all over his hand and cock. His long, veiny cock stood tall and proud. He walks past Hyunjin, and flips Y/N over onto her stomach, because her preferred to take her from behind. “San please, please have mercy on me! I beg you! Please please please stop!”

“Little whore’s scared now? What happened to the brat behaviour? What happened to that diva, fashion fairy? Is she hiding in your tiny asshole? Looks like I have to go in, to find out.”

“NO!” San presses her face into a pillow and forces his cock into her ass. Her hole hugged each of his veins, throwing him off the edge. “Fuck! This is the only hole of yours that isn’t tight. Well not for long.” She kicks her feet under him, hoping to grab his attention. But it doesn’t work. Nothing and I mean nothing would stop San in that moment.

To make it even ‘better’, Hyunjin pulls her hair out of her face and forces his cock down her throat, face slamming her after. She gags multiple times and her tears slide down his cock, making it salty.

San rams her ass, while Hyunjin fucks her face and all she could do was cry about it. Her ass was on fire around San’s huge cock because she’s never been stretched in that area.

Both of the males cum almost at the same time. Y/N’s ass overflows with San’s cum and her mouth fills up with Hyunjin’s. “Is it- is it over?”

“Not even close!” The boys flip her on her side and this time, Hyunjin takes her from behind. Both don’t waste any time to hold her down and fuck her viciously. San watched as the girl’s tears, whimpers and sobs left her shaking mouth. Hyunjin choked her from behind while slamming into her. She cries, helplessly on San’s shoulder, regretting every mistake she’s made.

“Please slow down! My body can’t do it! Please I’ll faint! Please!” She sobbed out, feeling her heart break. “Please!” They both move in closer, squishing Y/N between them, so she could feel the pressure in her stomach. San and Hyunjin’s cock rub inside her, and go up to her stomach, constantly knocking air out of her.

San moves her hair away from her face and ear. He kisses her jawline up to her ear and whispers. “You gonna be a good girl for your daddies?”

“Yes”

“Are you gonna listen and obey your daddies?”

“Y-yes”

“You’re gonna allow your daddies to use you for anything they want, correct.”

Her heart clenches and she squeezes her eyes shut, squirting around San.

“C-c-cor-rectt” she quietly stutters out.

Hyunjin marks her neck up from behind, while San made sure she was still conscious. Y/N’s vision blurred because of the tears in her eyes and she slowly cried under the two men. Her legs were too weak to kick, she lost her voice from crying, and had the small amount of energy that was keeping her conscious.

Hyunjin moves in closer, licking and sucking on her ear. San moves in closer too, pulling her in a rough, deep kiss, giving her all of his saliva. He proceeds to lick her cheeks and bite her jawline. “You’re so fucking sexy, tinker bell.”

The man behind you starts degrading you in your ear. “It could’ve just been me and my cock. But you need two to pound this filthy, used pussy. This is your fault! Keep crying about it, but just know you did this to yourself!” He spits on her face and slaps her ass.

“Daddies, I’m close and it hurts.”

“Baby, squirt for your daddies one more time.”

She shakes her head, no, because her insides were killing her. Her core was on fire and they kept hitting the same spot where it hurt. She silently sobs and stuffs her face into the pillow, not having the energy to face them.

“Do it! Squirt you little slut!” San growls in her ear, and his sweat drips down onto her face.

“I-it hurts! N-no!”

San holds her down and they both increase their speed, making her scream. “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY!” She clenches around the boys and quivers violently. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! Please I’m so sorry!”

She cries as she squirts for the third time. Her crying was a lot louder and both of the men hugged her to calm her down. “That’s enough, don’t overreact.” Hyunjin says, in a quiet tone.

Her legs shake and her eyelids get heavy. “A-are we done?”

San kisses her forehead and cuddles in closer.

“Yes we are, Tinker Bell”

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blackandmatte · 4 years ago

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Psst, wanna read some Amillow angst w/ some slight Willumity?

Amity and Luz were pulled out of Willow's mind. The warmth inside Amity's heart felt like fire as she saw Willow sleeping there. Sure, they fixed the issue, but guilt still weighed heavily.

Luz looked around at the messy living room, "What happened here? What did you guys do with Gus?" Luz yelled.

"The kid's fine," Eda huffed walking to her nest, "He's just dead to us." She left the room with King in tow.

"Those... are very mixed messages." Luz noted before turning her attention to the sleeping girl.

Willow stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She yawned and sat up straight trying to remember what just happened.

"Willow!" Luz gasped, "Do you know who I am?" She desperately begged.

"Um, a friendly scarecrow?" She furrowed her brows.

Before the two could react Willow giggled, "Nah, I'm just messin'! I remember everything." She laughed.

"She's back folks!" Luz announced throwing herself into Willow's arms, "My girl's back!" She snuggled into the embrace.

"I'm gonna hug you so hard, you'll never forget me again!" Luz gripped tighter.

Luz looked up to see Amity wave shyly before heading to the door. When she opened the door to leave, it made enough noise to grab Willow's attention.

"Amity," Willow called out, "I remember what you did too!"

The girl cursed herself for not leaving faster. After so much Willow drama, she was ashamed to face the real one. She hesitantly turned around.

"I wanted to say thank you." Willow smiled causing Amity to blush.

"It was my fault anyway." Amity looked at the floor.

"And thank you for fixing it." Willow clasped her hands around Luz's, almost as if silently asking for support.

Luz decided to be there and squeezed her hands reassuringly.

"I'm sorry, Willow." Amity felt her breath hitch sharply.

"I forgive you." Willow inhaled sharply, "I can't say we'll ever be friends again though." She looked off to the side.

"What do you mean?" Luz asked. She wanted her 2 friends to get together, not further apart. "I thought you weren't mad anymore!"

Willow sighed sadly, "I'm not mad. I'm just done." Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes before being forced back down.

"Done?" Luz was in disbelief, "What do you mean done?" She moved to stand in front of Willow.

"I forgive her but we won't be friends. I'm not sure if we ever will be again." She explained.

"Why? You know, if you're doing it out of spite-" Luz was cut off.

"Luz!" Willow looked disappointed, "You should know that I'm not spiteful. Nothing I feel is spite or any type of anger!"

"I'm just... done." She sat down.

"I'm just so sorry." Amity hands trembled while regret filled her lungs, "I know I was a terrible person but I— I can change!" She defended.

"You can. I mean, you have changed since meeting Luz. I just... I just can't bring myself to ever trust you again." She tried to get rid of tears, this time failing.

"Is there something I forgot to do? Something I forgot to apologize for? I know I caused years of suffering and I'm sorry for that! I know I ignored you and-"

"Amity, you don't need to apologize for every single thing. I forgave you for all of it." Willow stopped her. She didn't want every sad thing that ever happened on display.

"Then why?" Amity couldn't focus on what attitude she wanted to maintain but desperation and hurt started to seep through. "Please don't punish me! Do you wanna hit me? Release all the rage from when we were kids, I won't stop you! I won't even fight back!" She held her arms up.

Willow got off the couch and Luz quickly blocked her path.

"Fighting won't solve anything!" Luz begged, holding her friend's arm.

"I know." Willow removed her arm from Luz's grip. "Amity." Willow sniffed, walking to the girl.

Amity braced herself before feeling a setting warmth on her body. Willow was hugging her. The two girls squeezed each other; tears running down their faces freely.

"I'm sorry Amity, but I can't do this to myself." She whispered.

Willow was the first to let go, Amity was very hesitant.

"I can make it up to you!" Amity cried into Willow's cowl. "I-If you'd just let me—"

"Please don't make this harder than it already is." Willow's voice vibrated with a soothing sorrow.

They both heard sniffles from the other side of the room. The two looked up, of course Luz was crying; she always does.

The door suddenly flew open with Gus shutting it behind him frantically. All 3 girls paused, watching him.

"Uh," Luz tried to wipe away tears, "Gus, are you ok?" She attempted to appear normal.

"I, uh—" he breathed heavily.

"Little dude?" The Owl screeched from outside.

"You went with Hooty?" Luz asked dumbfounded.

"It was a good idea at the time!" He felt the door shake.

Gus looked at the mess from earlier, then the two witches standing together. He started to process the tone of the room, seeing semi-dried tears on all their faces.

"I'm sorry, was this a bad time?" He felt the door behind him wobble once again.

"No!" Willow quickly straightened her posture, dusting off her clothes. "No, we were just— I mean, I'm getting ready to go. Did you wanna walk me?" Her voice shook.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah! We can go. I- I'll wait out there!" He sighed and begrudgingly opened the door, subjecting himself to the screeching tube.

"The things I do for love." He mumbled causing the 3 to chuckle slightly.

Willow stepped away from Amity, staring down at her boots.

"Are you really sure about this?" Luz walked over, grabbing both of their shoulders. "Maybe you need some time to think— I know it's still fresh now and—"

"Luz." Amity woefully sighed, "She's sure."

"Like I said, I truly am sorry. I understand your position." Amity balled her fists. "I just—" she felt a sharp prick in her throat. The words felt like they were gonna be vomit.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around the girl's waist, burying her face deep into the crook of her neck. She was met with the scent of fresh flowers. Something Willow always smelled like, even as kids. Her face grew warm and wet from the influx of tears pooling on Willow's clothes.

She felt Willow's arm around her neck and a hand rubbing the back of her head. That only caused Amity to cry harder.

"It feels like I just got you back and I'm losing you again." She sobbed quietly.

Now they both felt Luz joining in and squeezing them. She was sniffling harshly, trying to keep snot in her nose.

"I will always be here. Waiting for you to change your mind." Amity weakly snuggled into Willow's arms.

"Guyyyys!" Luz cried.

Willow nodded, "Goodbye, Amity."

Willow hesitated to break the hug. She kissed Amity's forehead and then Luz's before wiping her tears. She waved and went to the door to walk with Gus. As she closed the door behind her Amity fell to her knees. She sobbed harshly into her hands before Luz kneeled next to her, rubbing her back.

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serendipityseulgi · 4 years ago

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trust me, and i’ll stay.

— kim taehyung

･*:༅｡ the one where you meet your ex-boyfriend in a frat party bathroom, 90 days after your breakup, loving him just as much as the day he left you.

aka, the reconciliation.

You sat in silence as you pulled your knees to your chest, burying your head in between your legs as you tried to control your racing mind.

How you landed yourself in this position, locked in the bathroom of a random frat party with your ex-boyfriend was beyond you. But somehow, in your semi-drunken state, as he begged you to talk to him for just a second, you followed suit as he guided you to one of the only quiet rooms he was able to deliver a sentimental apology in.

But right now, as you sit across from him, positions mirroring one another, you couldn’t help but feel your heart break all over again. You stared at him and noticed just how broken he looked. But you knew you looked far worse.

It had been almost three months since your break up, and although 90 days has passed since you last saw him, you couldn’t say you were over him in the slightest. You loved him deeply and he was the only person in this world you wished to have kept in your life forever. And the night that he left you turned your whole world apart in a second.

“I’m sorry you know.” He’s the first one to speak, nearly five minutes since you both entered the bathroom.

You hold your tears in. “I know, Taehyung.” your voice barely louder than a whisper. You felt a lump in your throat as you felt his eyes burning into you. “I’m sorry too.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about though.” he assured you.

You let out a pitiful laugh. “But I do.” you said. “I pushed you away until you couldn’t take it anymore and it’s my fault. I’ll take the blame for it.”

“No but I was a fucking asshole to you that night and you didn’t deserve it.” He said.

“But you apologized right after so it’s okay.” you assured him.

“It wasn’t enough though.” he spoke softly. “I didn’t do enough to keep you.”

You shut your eyes as a tear falls from your eye, and once again, you bury your head between your knees. You can relay the night of your breakup so clearly that you still have nightmares about it to this very day.

“I’m sorry, I’m not accusing you of anything I-i was just worried!” you defend but your boyfriend is having none of it.

“It’s always the fucking same shit every other month! Why do you always think I’m going behind your back? We’ve been together for two fucking years, y/n! You would think by this point my girlfriend would have even an ounce of trust in me!” he screamed at you, and you step back from him.

“I’m sorry Tae, I know it was stupid-”

“No, it wasn’t stupid, but it’s the fact that you always come to me with this shit. That I’m cheating on you, that I want to break up, that I’m unhappy! It’s always fucking something with you!” Taehyung is pulling at his hair now and you can tell you’ve stressed him out beyond measure.

“I know, fuck I know!” you cry out. “I’m sorry I keep doing this, I just can’t-”

“Help it! I know!” he interrupts you. “How many times have I heard this excuse before?! Look, I’m sorry you decided to date your fucking piece of shit ex and stay with him for three years while he treatedly you like utter garbage and slept with your best friend, but how long is it gonna take you to realize that I’m not him?! Y/n, I am so sick of your shit and feeling like I’m doing something wrong all the time when I’m not. You are so insecure in this relationship and I just can’t take it anymore! I wasn’t fucking cheating on you, I wasn’t anywhere last night that I didn’t already tell you about. But if you won’t believe me then I’m fucking done with you and this relationship. You make me fucking miserable.”

And just like that he left without another word.

So there you were, in the middle of your living room, unable to even move as you stood there incredulously, shocked at the words that had just left your boyfriend’s mouth. You’re not saying you don’t deserve it, frankly, you probably did.

You knew this was your toxic trait. Being so insecure. Feeling like you couldn’t trust your own boyfriend even while he proved so many times how loyal he was to you. From all the trauma you endured and emotional abuse that went beyond his cheating in your past relationship, it caused you to feel like Taehyung would do the exact same things to you and hurt just as bad as your ex-boyfriend did.

For hours you waited for Taehyung to come home, but he never did.

After the fourth hour you texted him.

you; delivered 3:23 am

i’m sorry tae.

i’ll work on my issues.

i won’t take it out on you anymore, you don’t deserve it and i’m sorry.

justplease come back.

You didn’t receive a reply till the next hour.

baby <3; received 4:22 am

y/n i really can’t do it anymore.

i love you and i want the best for you, and i really do hope you work things out for yourself

but i just can’t be with you anymore.

i’m sorry for the things i said to you, but there were some parts of that i meant. and ifeel like an asshole for saying it out loud, but i’m not happy with you anymore.

When you read those four texts you swore you never felt your heart break so bad before. It was genuine pain that you felt, far worse than when you caught your ex and your best friend in bed with one another, far worse than when you found out she wasn't the only one he’d been with, and far worse than when you finally left him.

you; delivered 4:25 am

okay.

i understand.

So here you were crying uncontrollably, knowing your insecurities ruined the only stable relationship you’ve ever had. And now you had to sit with the fact that you were what drove the love of your life away.

“Taehyung why did you bring me in here?” you ask, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“Because I love you.” he chuckled sadly. “And I need to apologize properly. For just leaving you like that. I should’ve worked through it with you instead of bailing. And I’ve regretted it every single day since it happened.”

You rest your head against the bathroom door and sigh heavily, unable to look your ex-boyfriend in the eye.

“But like you said, you meant what you said right? Some of it.” you confirmed. “And I don’t blame you at all for feeling that way. Which is why I don’t want to put you through all that again.”

Taehyung shakes his head, scooting closer to you and you stop him. “Don’t, Taehyung.”

“Y/n, please hear me out.” he sniffles, and you look up at him. He’s crying as much as you are and your heart completely shatters.

“I am-”

“I don’t want you to think you’re putting me through that again.” he interrupts. “Sana talked to me, and she told me you promised to work on yourself. And she said you have, and I believe her.”

“You talked to her?”

“I’ve been asking about you since the day we split.” Taehyung said. “As angry as I was with you that night and for a few weeks after that, I still loved you more than anything and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You sighed.

“Y/n, I wouldn’t be here right now asking to talk to you if I knew you didn’t love me anymore. Because I know you do, and you need to know that I still love you so fucking much that my heart constantly fucking hurts when you’re not with me.”

“Why didn’t you reach out sooner?” you asked him.

“I was ashamed. After what I said to you I didn’t know if you would forgive me at all and I don’t know if I even deserve it but Sana told me it was worth a try. So I had to try.”

“I can’t promise things will be perfect though.” you say.

“I don’t need them to be. I just need to know that you’ll trust me.” Taehyung pleads.

He’s so close to you now that you can feel his body heat radiating off of him, and it feels so familiar yet so foreign.

“I understand why you can’t sometimes. And I shouldn’t have ever brought your ex-boyfriend up to make you feel bad. I know that it isn’t your fault why you have a hard time in relationships. I get why. Which is why all I ask is that you try and trust me the best you can because I love you so much and I could never hurt you the same way. And I won’t give up again like I did last time if you just give me another chance. Can we try again, baby, please?”

And the name you missed hearing so badly brought you to near tears all over again.

All you can do is nod at him and it’s enough for him to bring you in his arms. “I love you, Tae.” you murmur against his chest, and you feel him hug you tighter against him.

“We’ll make it work okay, baby?” he holds your face in his hands and you nod at him. “I love you so much, y/n.”

And he kisses you deeply, for the first time in forever and you let yourself appreciate the feeling of his lips on yours. You hold onto him, not caring about the fact that you both needed air to breath. You’re both crying as taste the bitterness of your tears, and the kiss is messy and heavy and intense — but you don’t care.

You’ll try for him. He deserves that much.

When you finally pull away he says nine words that you’ll always remember whenever you feel in doubt. Because one thing’s for sure, as long as you try, Taehyung will stay by you through it at all.

“Just trust me, and I’ll stay.” Taehyung says. “I’ll always stay.”

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itsadamcole · 4 years ago

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one last night

fem!reader x adam cole

It’s been two weeks since reader and Adam have broken up. She goes to the house she lived in with Adam for a year to get the rest of her things. He begs her to spend one more night with him, to maybe see if he can change her mind about leaving him

word count: 5k+

warnings: a little angst, smut, sad!adam, sad!reader, a long ass imagine

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Adam’s POV

I sit on the couch a nervous wreck. Y/N is coming over to collect the rest of her things. She moved out two weeks ago and requested a brand change the next day so she was moved from NXT to Monday Night Raw. I haven’t been able to speak to her, until two days ago when she texted me asking if she could pick up the rest of her things.

She’ll be here any minute. My hands are shaky and sweaty with nerves. Why are they shaky? Why are they sweaty? I don’t even fully understand why I’m nervous.

There has to be a way for me to get her to forgive me. I love her too much just to let her go. Yeah, I’ve said somethings that hurt her but I was drunk and frustrated after a loss.

“I’m just trying to help you, Adam.”

“You’re not helping me so just stop! You’ve never helped me. You’ve only made things worse for me. Before you, I was one of NXT’s top stars. I was getting the push. Since you, I’ve lost my NXT title. I’ve lost a match to get my title back. It’s your fault.”

“Fine, then I’ll leave.”

“Good. Goodbye. I won’t miss you.”

Then she was actually gone. I found out the next day from William Regal that she requested to be moved to Raw or Smackdown, and he granted her that request. If I could go back and take everything back then I would.

Y/N means everything to me. Contrary to what I said, I’m grateful for everything’s she’s done to help me feel better after a tough loss.

When I lost my NXT title, she made me my favorite dinner in bed while I sulked around the house and just laid in bed. She put on my favorite movie and laid in bed with me.

I lost a battle royal match to become number one contender for Finn’s title the night I told Y/N she never helped me. I got drunk and was frustrated. I took everything out on her. I took my frustrations and anger out on her. I pushed her so far away from me that night to the point she left.

I realize that my cheeks are wet with tears and I’ve started crying as I reminse on the worst night I’ve experienced in years.

*** two weeks ago ***

I’ve been drinking since I got back to the house. I’ve drank two bottles of whiskey and I’m halfway through the third now. Y/N sits on the couch, watching me drink away.

I’m drunk. Very drunk.

Fucking Johnny Gargano eliminated me so I couldn’t win the match. I deserved to win that match. I want my title back. I want to beat Finn Balor for the NXT championship. That won’t happen now. Fucking Johnny Gargano.

“Adam, please come talk to me,” Y/N says to me as I take a swig of the bottle. “Please.”

I look over at Y/N and say, “No.”

She says, “I know you’re frustrated and I know your angry. I just want to know what I can do to make it better.”

I take another drink and say, “There’s nothing you can do to make it better, Y/N.”

Y/N looks upset as she says, “I’m just trying to help you, Adam.”

She flinches back as I raise my voice. I drink again and she asks, “Do you want me to leave?”

“I would love it if you would leave,” I snap again as I take another drink.

Y/N stands up and says, “Fine, then I’ll leave.”

I finish my drink and watch as she walks to the door. I say, “Good, goodbye. I don’t care if you come back or not. I won’t miss you.”

Y/N looks hurt as she walks out the door. She looks back at me before she closes the door and she says, “Enjoy your life, Adam, since you won’t miss me apparently.” She takes off the promise ring I gave her and leaves it on the table by the door.

As she closes the door, what I just did hits me and it hits me hard.

I drop the glass bottle to the ground and run to the door. I walk out and call, “Y/N! Y/N, come back!”

Her car is already down the street and I watch as she turns the corner. I fall back onto the ground and cover my face as I begin to cry.

She’s gone. She’s actually gone. I messed everything up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get her back.

***

Your POV

You pull up to your house. Your old house. This isn’t your home anymore. Your home is with your brother in Jacksonville until you can get a place on your own closer to the Performance Center.

It looks the same but brings so many now painful memories.

This was the first house you bought. You bought the house with Adam Cole. Two weeks ago, he told you how he really felt.

“You’re not helping me so just stop! You’ve never helped me. You’ve only made things worse for me.”

You love Adam, you really do, but what he said to you crossed a line. You’ve done everything you could to help him feel better after a tough loss. You sacrificed so much time and energy to make him feel better after a loss, and that’s what he says to you.

Drunk words are sober thoughts so you know that he’s probably felt like that for a little bit.

You gather the courage to get out of the car. You lock your car and trek up to the front door. Sighing softly, you knock on the door.

There’s shuffling behind the door before it opens, revealing a very messy Adam Cole. He’s always worn sport shorts when laying around the house. He’s wearing a Mario shirt and Zelda pajama pants. His hair is messy, like he hasn’t brushed it or showered in days. His eyes are red.

“Hey, Y/N,” Adam says, his voice monotone. “Come in.”

He moves aside and you walk in.

You look around. It looks normal. Not what you expected. You expected it to be a mess or alcohol bottles everywhere. It’s clean. You glance at the table you left the promise ring on and see that it’s still there. He hasn’t touched it.

Adam closes the door as you leave the foyer and walk into the living room he and asks, “Can I help you with anything? I can grab boxes for you.”

You look at him and say, “Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.”

He nods and walks down into the basement. You walk around the living room. The pictures of the two of you still are on the walls and the table.

The picture of Adam holding his newly won NXT title standing next to you is in its usual spot. A picture of you with Adam’s title around your waist doing the “boom” thing sits on the table next to a picture of you and Adam sitting on the beach at sunset as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You walk out into the foyer again and pick up the ring you left. You look at it and sigh.

Tears start to roll down your cheeks and you hear Adam coming back up the basement steps. You set the ring back down and wipe your tears away as you walk into the living room.

Adam appears in the living room holding about a dozen collapsed boxes. “Um, I can build them as you need them,” he says.

You nod, afraid to talk. You walk upstairs to the bedroom. Adam follows you.

As soon as you walk into the room, you turn the light on and walk over to the closet. You take your hanging clothes out and throw them onto the queen-sized bed as Adam builds a box.

You avoid looking at Adam as you pack your things. You wipe away tears as they start rolling down your cheeks. Hopefully Adam doesn’t notice. He looks too concentrated on building boxes to notice though.

He slides over a box to you by the bed so you can pack the clothes that you threw on the bed. You pack the clothes on the bed.

That’s when Adam notices the tears falling down your cheeks. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks.

You shake your head and don’t say anything. Your terrified to talk because you are scared to break down.

You never wanted to leave Adam. What he said hurt you. You got to your brother’s and you cried for days. You unfollowed Adam on everything and turned your phone off, until two days ago when you texted Adam and asked if you could come by and get your things.

You close the box. Adam walks up and stands next to you.

“Y/N, I know you,” he says. “What’s wrong.”

You finally look up at Adam. The heartbreak you see in Adam’s eyes when he sees the tears on your cheeks makes you so upset.

You’re two people who love each other who are about to go separate ways. It hurts.

Adam says softly, “I knew something was wrong. You’re a terrible liar.”

You start to break down and you cry, “It hurts, Adam. It hurts so much.”

He says, “Please talk to me, Y/N. We haven’t talked since you left. Maybe if we talked then you won’t leave.”

You look up at Adam with tears in your eyes. You ask, “Why would I stay when I apparently can’t do anything to help you? Why would I stay when I make everything worse?”

Adam says, “I didn’t mean that. Please know I didn’t mean that. You’ve done so much for me, Y/N. When I lost the NXT title, you made my favorite meal and watched movies with me. It made me feel so much better.”

You say, “I don’t believe you, Adam. You never even tried to stop me from leaving.”

He says, “I ran out after you but you were already gone. You turned around the corner by the time I got outside.”

“Why’d you say it?” you ask. “Tell me why you said it.”

Adam sighs and says, “I was angry and frustrated. I was drunk and took everything out on you. I didn’t mean anything I said to you that night, Y/N. I’m so in love with you and I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. You mean everything to me and I’ve been devestated these past two weeks because you left.”

You say, “I left because you hurt me, Adam. I was so upset and hurt that I couldn’t come back to face you. My heart was broken.”

“Stay the night,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I never meant to hurt you. If you still want to leave in the morning then you can and I won’t fight you on it.”

You look away from Adam and say, “I don’t know.”

Desperation is laced in Adam’s voice as he says, “Please, Y/N. Just one last night together. If I can’t convince you to stay by the morning then you can finish packing and you can go.”

You don’t want to go but you don’t want to stay. It’s late out too and it’s a long drive back to Jacksonville, and that’s the only reason why you say, “Okay. You have until morning to convince me to stay.”

A sigh of relief comes from Adam and he says softly, “Thank you.”

“I’m only staying because it’s late and I don’t want to drive back to Jacksonville in the dark while I’m emotional,” I say, walking away from Adam.

He says, “I’ll take anything, I guess.”

You walk downstairs into the kitchen. You look through the cabinets and in the refrigerator to look for something to eat.

There’s almost no food in the house at all. You fine some crackers, Nutella and expired milk. That’s about it.

“Adam, what have you been eating?” you ask, turning toward him. “There’s almost no food here.”

He stands behind you in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen island counter. “I’ve been ordered Postmates or I just don’t eat,” Adam admits.

You pout and say, “You have to at least eat, Adam. If not for you then for me.”

He nods and he pulls out his phone. “How about I order us some McDonald’s or Taco Bell on Postmates?” he says. “I know how much you like McDonald’s or Taco Bell.”

You smile and nod. “Taco Bell sounds nice,” you say. “Thank you, Adam.”

“Of course,” he says, tapping on his phone for a second. “Does a six soft tacos and nacho fries sound good?”

You nod and say, “Sounds amazing.” Your stomach growls. “I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

He laughs and places the order. “It’ll be here in about thirty minutes,” Adam says. “I also got us some lemonade since all I have here is milk that’s gone bad and tap water.”

You giggle and say, “I don’t want to drink expired milk so thank you.”

Adam smiles and walks out to the living room. You stand in the kitchen for a second before following him out to the living room.

You can tell he’s trying to make it up to you. He’s trying to show you that he never meant to say what he did. Deep down, you know that he never meant to say that you made everything worse. You know that sometimes you’ve helped him though losses.

A part of you want to give in and stay but a part of you is scared to stay. You’re scared he’ll hurt you again.

The two of you sit on opposite side of the couch. The awkward tension rising in the air between the two of you. You play with your thumbs and Adam asks, “Have you been staying with your brother? You said you drove here from Jacksonville.”

You nod and say, “Y/BR/N took me in and is helping me looking for apartments down here.”

You look over at Adam to see that he looks sad. It breaks your heart.

To make him feel a little better, you move over to him and you rest your head on his shoulder. “I see that you’re finally wearing the pajama pants I got you,” you say. “Are they comfortable?”

Adam nods and says, “Extremely comfortable.”

You smile and say, “Good. I’m glad.”

He puts something on the TV as the two of you wait for food.

The food gets to the house about thirty minutes later. You and Adam sit at the kitchen island, eating the tacos and nacho fries while drinking your lemonades.

Neither of you talk as you eat. You have no idea what to say to Adam.

Adam starts a conversation. “When I lost my NXT title, the first thing I thought about was coming back to you,” he says, sipping his lemonade. “I knew immediately that I wanted you and I knew how much I needed to see you. I never cared that I lost the title. I cared about getting back to you because I knew you could make me feel a million times better than I did after I lost my title.”

You look at Adam with sad eyes and you listen to every word before you say, “Telling me that nothing I did helps and that I made everything worse hurt me, Adam. It made me want to stay away and not come back.”

He looks heartbroken when you explain how you felt.

Adam says, “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if I have to.”

You say, “Give me some time, Adam. I need some time to think everything through to make sure that I want to-”

In a quick movement, he turns me toward him and he kisses me. You pull back immediately and look away from him. You say, “You can’t kiss me to change my mind.”

“That was for me,” he says. “In case you make the decision to go in the morning.”

You stay quiet and continue eating. Adam sighs softly beside you.

Once you’re done eating, you clean everything up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Adam says behind you as you throw out your trash. “I don’t mean to pressure you into a decision by kissing you.”

You say, “Stop kissing me until I make my decision. Kissing me won’t do anything to my decision.”

You turn and look back at Adam. He says, “It’s one kiss. Calm down.”

“Calm down?” you ask. “You want me to calm down? Are you kidding me? Have you met us? A kiss is a kiss, until it turns into sex. That’s how we work, Adam. You kiss me and somehow we end up in bed without clothes on.”

He says, “I know that, Y/N. It was just a kiss for my sake. I wouldn’t have let it get that far.”

“Would you have?” you ask, walking over to Adam. “You’re a terrible liar, Adam. I know when you’re lying.”

Adam gets up and walks over to you. “Tell me you didn’t want me to kiss you,” he says. He now stands in front of you.

You look up at him and say, “Of course I did. We both know how much I love when you kiss me, but-”

He interrupts me, saying, “If you’re going to leave then please just let me give you a few kisses, as goodbye.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you say, “Adam, no. I’m already confused and I need time to think.”

It’s already taking everything in you not to touch Adam or kiss him like you want to. You would love just to kiss him and things go back to the way they were but that can’t happen. Not right now. You don’t know if you can trust him.

“Y/N, please,” Adam says, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I can’t go another day without you here. I’ve been going crazy without you.”

You look up at Adam with tear filled eyes. “I can’t trust that you won’t hurt me again,” you admit. “I’m scared to come back to you. I would love to kiss and make up but I’m terrified.”

Adam cups your face and says, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you again, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you in the first place. I’m so in love with you.”

“You love me yet nothing I say or do helps you,” you say. “You told me you didn’t care if I came back or not.”

He says, “I’ll never stop apologizing to you for that, Y/N.”

The tears start to roll down your cheeks and you say, “I don’t know if I can believe you. I cant trust that you won’t get drunk and say those exact things to me again.”

In the moment, you decide to leave in the morning. If you can’t trust that he won’t hurt you again then what’s the point in staying.

Adam’s heart breaks as you talk. He realizes just how much his words hurt you, and he realizes that you will probably end up leaving in the morning because of how much he hurt you. When the realizes this, he starts to cry too.

He can’t look at you. He can’t look at the person he loves the most and hurt the most.

You look up at him, seeing tears rolling down his face. He knows it too. That you’re leaving in the morning.

“I wish I could take everything back,” he cries. “I miss seeing you at work. I miss waking up next to you. I miss cuddling you at night. I miss kissing you goodnight and good morning. If I could take back everything I said two weeks then I would. I miss you so damn much, Y/N.”

Every word hits you hard and you start to cry. You stare up at Adam and listen to every word.

He breaks down and you cup his face. You say, “Look at me, Adam.” He does and you find his usually pretty blue eyes filled with sadness and anger. “I love you, and I miss all those things too, but I can’t stay. Your words haunt me. I don’t trust that you won’t say them again. They broke my heart, Adam. I would love to stay and make up, but I don’t trust that you won’t say them again.”

Adam says, “What do I have to do to make you trust me again? Y/N, please tell me. I can’t just let you walk away.”

You push some hair that has fallen into his face away and you say, “Time, Adam. Give me time. I’m not walking away. I just need a few days or a few weeks to trust you again.”

He nods and looks down at his feet, tears still falling down his cheeks. The sight breaks your heart.

He loves and misses you, and he’d do anything to have you back in his life. You know he’d do anything to make it up to you.

After glancing at the clock above the stove, which says 1:28 am, you look back at Adam. You take his face in your hands and tilt his head up.

His wet cheeks and sad eyes make your heart hurt.

While his words have hurt you, your words are have hurt him too. You telling him you don’t trust him has hurt him. You telling him you can’t stay has hurt him.

In one movement, you bring your lips to his. You move them against his slowly, still unsure if you want to kiss him.

Adam kisses you back.

Sure that you want to kiss him, you wrap your arms around his neck. You hold him close to you and both your tears stop.

You always feel happiest when you’re with Adam. He’s the same way. That’s why you’ve both have stopped crying.

That’s when you realize that the tears won’t stop if you leave. If you leave, both you and Adam will be a mess. You know he’ll make it up to you eventually. You and Adam won’t survive a break from each other.

Adam pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. “I thought you didn’t want to kiss me unless you made a decision,” he says.

You peck his lips and say, “I’ve made the decision that I want you. At least one more time.”

That’s all Adam needs to hear before his lips are on yours again. He stumbles toward the stairs before the two of you stumble upstairs and into your room.

Once inside, you walk backward to the bed and pull off Adam’s shirt as he pulls off your hoodie. You’re not wearing anything beneath the hoodie so your upper body is completely exposed.

Adam notices this and attacks your breasts with kisses. You gasp and moan softly, taking Adam’s hair out of the ponytail it’s in.

He lifts you up, holding you by your thighs. You run your fingers through Adam’s long locks as he kisses and sucks on your breasts.

Adam lays you on the bed after pushing your unpacked clothes off of the mattress. You pull Adam’s lips up to yours and your lips crash to his. The kiss is rough from the start. As you kiss him, you kick your shoes off before reaching down and pulling off the pants Adam’s wearing.

Adam pulls off your leggings and moves down, kissing your thighs. You gasp as he trails closer to your core.

He looks up at you right before he gets to your clothed core. He’s looking for permission, so you nod. Adam pulls off your panties then immediately dives in. He runs his tongue through your folds and your core begins to ache. “Adam,” you sigh.

You feel Adam push two fingers inside of you, making you moan softly. You put your fingers in his hair and grasp gently. With every flick of his wrist, you moan louder. “Adam, fuck,” you sigh.

He puts your legs over his shoulders as he slips a third finger inside of you. You moan louder, throwing your head back against the bed.

Right as you’re being pulled to your orgasm, Adam pulls his fingers out. You pout and look at him. You watch as he pulls off his boxers. He says, “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”

Adam hovers over you and you kiss him softly. You mumble, “Don’t hold back, Adam.”

He nods and kisses you back as he thrusts hard inside of you. You moan and put your hands on Adam’s back. He moves slowly but deeply into you.

As he moves, Adam buries his face in your neck. He kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin as he thrusts his hips hard. He’s so deep inside of you that his hips are flush against yours.

Your legs, which are wrapped around Adam’s waist, begin to shake as you are pulled to the edge. “Adam, baby,” you moan. “I’m close.”

He hums, “Me too.”

Adam laces his fingers with yours and he pins your hands to the bed above you head. He kisses you as he pushes you over the edge.

You moan his name and a bunch of profanities. You roll so you’re straddling Adam’s waist. You move and kneel beside Adam. You take his member in your hand, pumping him a few times before you take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his tip and start to bob your head up and down. Adam holds your hair behind your head so it’s not in your face as you suck him off.

Adam groans softly as he pulls lightly on your hair. You moan softly and pull back, licking your lips as you crawl back onto Adam’s waist.

He bites his lip as you position his member outside of you and he asks, “You gonna ride me, baby?”

You smirk and say, “You know it.” You lower yourself onto Adam, sighing softly as he slips deeper into you.

You rock your hips, both you and Adam moaning softly as you move.

It does not take very long for you and Adam to reach your highs. You both come at the same time.

You help Adam ride out his high before you collapse on top of him. Your sweaty chests stick together as your messily makeout. Adam’s hands on your lower back as you kiss.

After a few minutes, both you and Adam get comfortable and ready to sleep. You lay cuddled up to Adam, your eyes closed.

Adam thinks you’re asleep after a few minutes and he whispers, “Please don’t go in the morning. I need you in my life, Y/N.”

You doze off a few seconds later.

***

Adam’s POV

I’m woken up by noises in the room. Before I open my eyes, I pat around the bed trying to find Y/N. My eyes fly open when I don’t feel her in bed with me.

She’s over at the closet. My shirt hangs loosely on her body and I can see a sliver of her underwear when she lifts her arms.

My heart breaks when I see this. She’s still packing to leave. I put my head in my hands and sigh.

“Oh, you’re up,” Y/N says.

I nod and say, “Yeah. I’m up.” My voice is monotone and has no emotion. She’s leaving and I did everything I could to convince her not to go.

I hear the box move and I look up. The box is a few feet away from her, and it’s open. I tilt my head up and see there’s nothing in the box. Y/N pulls a box over to her that’s full of clothes and she starts pulling clothes out.

My eyes widen and I say, “You’re unpacking.”

She nods and looks back at me. “I’m unpacking,” she says, smiling at me.

I rush out bed, still completely naked, and almost running over to Y/N. I hug her tight and tears start to fall down my face.

Y/N laughs and hugs me back. “Okay, Adam,” she says. “Calm down. You just almost tackled me.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, burying my face in her neck.

She pulls back from the hug and looks at me. She says, “Baby, don’t cry.” She wipes my tears away and I smile.

I say, “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I woke up and thought you were going to leave.”

Y/N says, “I’m not going anywhere, Adam. You’re stuck with me.” She holds up the right hand and she’s wearing the promise ring again.

I smile wide and kiss her. Y/N kisses me back and cups my face in her hands.

Two weeks ago, I thought I messed this up but she’s here, back in my arms. The past two weeks have not been the easiest. I’ve been a mess and I haven’t been able to hold myself up around the guys. Kyle, Roddy, and Bobby have all been worried about me since Y/N left.

Now they don’t have to worry about me and I can walk around the NXT locker room without behind haunted by the memories of Y/N.

I pull back from the kiss and say, “Now that we’ve kind of made up, can you come back to NXT? Please?”

She smiles and says, “I haven’t signed my Raw contract yet so technically, I haven’t left NXT. I’m sure Regal and Triple H would love to keep me on NXT.”

I smile and say, “I’ll make sure that Regal and Triple H keep you on NXT. I’ll just threaten to move myself and the boys to Raw with you.”

Y/N laughs and says, “That doesn’t sound that bad actually. Minus the traveling.”

I smile and say, “I’ll talk to them tomorrow because today, it’s all about you and making up for lost time from the past two weeks.”

Y/N realizes what I mean and she smirks. “Bring it on, Cole,” she says.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 4 years ago

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YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!!!!! Truly, we need more bottom slut Sooga in our lives 🙏 So is there any chance we could get some Sooga worshipping Kohga’s massive juicy dumptruck of an ass? 😳😳😳

One, thank you, that means a lot! I’ve been on a real sooga and kohga kick, so I appreciate you guys fueling the flames. Two, I don’t see why the fuck not? I LOVE requests from you guys!

Kohga was kind of a messed up guy. He had framed Sooga for starting some bullshit rumor, and had publicly humiliated him in front of the clan. If that wasn’t bad enough, he continued to abuse him. Constantly grabbing him in the hallways, calling him ‘good boy’ instead of saying ‘thank you’. Even though Sooga was clearly into it, it didn't make it any better. In fact, it made it worse, given that it made Kohga want to do more and more of it. Even right now, as he was flipping through his magazines in his room, he wanted someone to play with. Someone to adore him and ravish him. And who better than his very obedient boy, Sooga, who was just outside, guarding his door?

“Sooga!”

Like calling for a dog, Sooga poked his head in through the door, ever alert.

“Yes, Master Kohga?”

“Get in here, close the door. We need to talk.”

Sooga obeyed. Kohga didn’t even bother turning around, still on his belly and thumbing through his reading. Kohga hummed a bit as he thumbed yet another page.

“So, about the punishment I gave you a few days back.”

He could hear Sooga’s breath stop for a moment. He STILL got horny just thinking about it.

“I recall, Master Kohga. What about it?”

“Well, I realized I’ve been dragging on your punishment long enough. Even if you did start the rumor, I’ve really been stretching this peel further than I should’ve. So, we’re gonna do one more thing, and then we’re all done.”

“Of course, Master Kohga. Name it.”

Kohga gave him a minute. Just one minute for him to stay in suspense, before he just came out with it.

“Eat my ass, Sooga.”

Sooga sputtered, and Kohga almost wanted to laugh. The usually stoic Sooga could unravel so easily sometimes, it was cute.

“I, beg your pardon, Master Kohga. I-I’m sure you mean that as an insult, rather than an actual command-”

“Nope. YOU need to be humiliated one more time. And I thought, ‘what would be dirty enough for Sooga to do, that requires NO effort from me? Eating my ass’. Besides, you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

Sooga didn’t respond, apart from a few stammered words. EVERYONE thought of eating his ass, it was no secret. And given the fact that Kohga JUST got out of his bath (where he was ALWAYS decorated his body in fancy smelling soaps and perfumes), it was more of a tempting offer now, more than ever. Sooga took a step forward, only to stop yet again.

“Master Kohga, I...need to know if you mean what you say. I do not wish to humiliate you-”

“Fucks sake, Sooga,”

He started, turning to head to look at the confused looking ninja.

“You’re not ‘humiliating me’. One, I can’t be humiliated because I’m fine as hell. Two, I pick who I will be with. You act like I’m only doing this kinda stuff with you because I pity you. But I don’t. So get it out of your big, handsome head, and do what I told you.”

Kohga’s words were a bit crass, maybe even a bit blunt, but he watched Sooga’s face as he said it, and he saw only relief, admiration in his features. He doubted that would be all for Sooga’s self consciousness, but he knew it helped, if only for a while.

“I...understand, Master Kohga. Very well. I have promised to serve you, and serve you I shall.”

Kohga nodded, before turning his attention back to his reading. He felt Sooga’s weight on his bed, heard rustling as he adjusted his mask, before he finally felt his hands on his ass. Sooga always had big, calloused hands, and it felt damn good on the soft parts of Kohga. Sooga sat there for a good moment, massaging and toying with Kohga’s ass cheeks. Kohga knew exactly what he was thinking; what a fine ass. And of course, he was totally right. Kohga cleared his throat, temporarily stopping his actions.

“Sooga, I can tell you’re thinking something. Why don’t you tell me just what it is?”

Sooga got the hint. He wanted Sooga to talk in between this, speak the praises he was thinking.

“I was just thinking, you have a VERY beautiful body, Master Kohga. I’m very honored that you allow me to touch you. You’re so very….full.”

That was Sooga’s nice way of saying ‘god damn, you have an absolute DUMP TRUCK of an ass’, and Kohga was flattered by it. Even if Sooga was trying to be sneaky, pushing his crotch against his ass as he kneaded his flesh. It was no secret Sooga would LOVE to fuck that ass, but Kohga wasn’t ready to give him that. Just yet, anyway.

“Hey hey, I’M getting off here, not you. Mind the dick.”

“Apologies. You make it VERY hard to resist. Literally.”

Kohga had to chuckle at that. A dirty pun, from Sooga? What a treat. Sooga, seeming to gain just a bit more confidence, leaned down, and pressed his lips against one of the cheeks. The only thing separating them from one another, was the VERY thin fabric of Yiga clothing. Sooga sat there for a while, kneading and kissing, before he seemed to grow hungry. Somewhat sweet kisses turned more passionate, with Sooga starting to nibble and suckle at the flesh, while his hands really started to leave marks as they dug in greedily. And Kohga LOVED it. Sooga wasn’t being shy, and he was honestly, genuinely enjoying himself. In fact, it made Kohga jump, just a bit, upon feeling Sooga drag his tongue right between his cheeks, going till his tongue flicked the tip of his semi hard cock. Kohga chuckled, turning to look at Sooga. Panting, tongue sticking out like a thirsty dog, Sooga was a sight to behold.

“You’ve done this before?”

“No. I’ve just...thought about this a few times. Er, p-pardon, that was crass of me-”

“No no, go on, I’m listening.”

Kohga turned his attention back to his reading, in hopes not looking at him would make him just a bit more confident. It seemed to do the trick, as Sooga only continued his thoughts, only taking breaks to kiss or lick at him.

“I’ve always thought about serving you. In ways more special than everyone else, in ways far more intimate. I always thought I could please you like this, letting you enjoy my mouth and all it has to offer. All while you sat there, and lifted not a finger.”

Kohga liked the sound of that. Not just the idea of Sooga loving eating his ass, but the idea of doing just fuck all during. Sooga’s words jumbled into mumbling, but before Kohga could ask what he was saying, Sooga pressed his face right into his ass, and started licking. Even though there was fabric between them, it did nothing to stop Sooga. Sooga held onto Kohga, practically suffocating himself in his full, plump cheeks, all while his lips and tongue seemed fascinated by his asshole. This was crude, this was naughty, but Sooga wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste all of his Master’s ass, even if Kohga had to sit on him to do so. Kohga himself was becoming a bit unraveled, reaching behind him to push Sooga’s head further into his ass.

“You’re a MESSY boy, Sooga.”

And he was right. Sooga’s drool stained his clothes, and dripped into the bed below. Sooga WAS like a dog. Obedient, loving, and VERY full of drool. Drool that helped him make loud, sloppy sounds as he continued to lick and suckle at him. Sooga’s tongue kept threatening to enter his asshole, and it made Kohga moan every time. His tongue was hot, wet, and just eager enough to eat his way right into his heart. That was when Sooga suddenly pulled away, nearly gasping for breath.

“Forgive me, Master Kohga.”

Then Sooga had the BALLS to grab at the fabric, and pull at it, making a GIANT hole in his uniform. Enough to not only reveal his drool soaked ass, but his hard cock as well. Kohga was about to bark at him for ruining his clothes, before Sooga’s buried his face right back in. The lack of clothing somehow made just a world of difference, and Kohga found himself absolutely limp in his arms. Sooga was going above and beyond; putting his whole face into it, groaning about how sweet his master tasted, and even firmly rubbing his balls the entire time. Kohga was losing his mind here, having this big, strong, handsome idiot plow through his ass like it was a bunch of bananas. Kohga grumbled, almost sounding angry, but they both knew better. He was going to cum.

“Eat my FUCKING ass Sooga, just like that. You like how I taste, don’t you?”

Sooga muttered his responses. He only took breaks from his ass to breathe, and even then he wasn't slacking, suckling on his balls in between it all. Kohga’s own lewd tongue seemed to only egg Sooga on.

“That’s it Sooga. I want you to drool when you see my FUCKING ass. Because you’re a good, handsome boy, aren’t you Sooga?”

Sooga nodded eagerly, just in time to watch Kohga cum, banging his fist on the headboard in front of him as his cock gave out ribbons and ribbons of hot, thick cum, and as his balls pulsed in Sooga’s big, firm hands. There was a minute where they stood still, panting and heaving. When Kohga could finally remember how to move his body, he snapped his fingers, and Sooga let go of him accordingly.

“I...I hope I satisfied you, Master Kohga.”

“You were a VERY good boy, Sooga. Not to mention you came all by yourself, too.”

Sooga looked down to see the stain he made in his pants. He covered himself a bit, and despite only seeing a small part of his face, Kohga could tell Sooga was blushing something fierce.

“Uh...twice, actually.”

“TWICE? God Sooga, you could fill up some milk bottles with how much spunk you give. Not that I mind.”

Kohga reached from in between his legs, swiped up some of his load on his thumb, and shoved it into Sooga’s mouth. He promptly sucked on his thumb for a second, clearly understanding what Kohga wanted. Kohga looked up at him, softly sighing.

“Everything about you is pretty, Sooga. Even that mouth of yours.”

Kohga pulled his hand away, letting Sooga clear his throat in embarrassment. Sooga was a shy little thing, but oh so bold when the situation called for it.

And that was EXACTLY why he was his right hand.

#asks #lemon #sooga #kohga

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pies-writes-and-more · 5 years ago

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boardroom fantasies

Word Count: 3, 552

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

MASSIVE CONGRATULATIONS TO MY FRIEND @kayteewritessteve !!!!! This was written as a part of her 1000 Follower Prompt Challenge ! Please go give her a shoutout or give her works a read (they’re amazing!)

Warnings: Okay listen, I’ve never written smut before but hey, these days we’re supposed to be trying new things right? ANYWAYS so this is clearly very 18+ NSFW. Reader is assumed to be of legal age.

KINKS: Dominant Steve is always my fave, oof. Pet names, sex is a (semi?) public area, and probs some other stuff but I’m already all flustered knowing I’m gonna post this P U B L I C L Y so forgive me lol

(not my gif but damn does that look just kill me, credits to the original owner!!)

It wasn’t that she was wearing anything different today. She was always wearing something nice and Steve had seen her in that tight fitting skirt a million times.

It wasn’t her makeup either, she always worn that ‘just-kissed’ shade of pink lipstick, and her hair was always done up in that messy bun when she was trying to concentrate at work.

Steve couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was something about her today that was like a giant billboard screaming “FUCK ME”. He shifted uncomfortably in his office, tugging slightly on his pants to relieve some of the pressure of his semi-hard cock.

“Hey Steve, everyone’s leaving a bit early for some drinks. You know, some relaxation and bonding, you wanna join?” Sam asked, leaning against the doorframe of the Captain’s office.

Steve thought for a moment and glanced in (Y/N)’s direction, noting that same young guy from accounting that always seemed to be near her, grinning that same cheeky smile and probably saying the same disgusting terrible lines.

“I’ll join in a bit. Just gotta finish some paperwork. Do you mind sending (Y/N) in here? I think I might need her help with some of this,” Steve said, scrunching up his face in fake confusion, something that Sam was all too familiar with.

Sam laughed and nodded, “What, Google got you confused again, old man?” He teased. “Fine, just as long as you don’t ask me. I dunno if I can explain everything as patiently as (Y/N) does,” he grinned, leaving the doorway to grab her.

Steve smirked to himself as Sam interrupted Accounting Dude’s egotistical manner. The three of them near (Y/N)’s desk glanced in Steve’s direction and Steve could’ve sworn he saw the Accounting Guy roll his eyes. (Y/N) nodded to Sam and waved a smile to the rest of them, heading over to Steve while everyone else seemed to be heading the opposite way to the elevators.

“Need some help there, Cap’n?” (Y/N) asked cheerfully.

Maybe it was just the happiness in her eyes, or the innocent work-friendly tone in her voice, but Steve Rogers would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately think about how nice that face would be under his desk right now.

He quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head awkwardly, “Uh yeah. I was hoping to get you to help me with the uh- you know the thing that’s gotta be presented…” his voice trailed off. Fuck, he thought to himself awkwardly, staring at the screen so he didn’t have to look at her cute smile, should’ve thought of something to ask before she came.

“I mean if it’s a presentation, then it should be in the boardroom hm?” (Y/N) asked him. Steve looked up at her in surprise, wondering why she was going along with such an obvious lie. “Pretty sure it’s been open for hours and if everyone else is gone for drinks, we could have it all to ourselves for however long we want.”

There was a sultriness to her voice. Like a temptress, she lured him out of his office and into the boardroom with nothing but a few words. Steve was like putty in her hands. God her hands, he thought to himself as she walked into the boardroom in front of him. What I’d give to just see her holding my cock in her hands.

Steve tried to tear the inappropriate thoughts out of his mind, knowing that if he kept going, he was bound to become noticeably horny. At least right now, it was concealed, but if his mind kept fantasizing the way that it did…

“Steve?”

Her voice was like music to his ears. He blinked as he looked at her, biting his lip slightly as he realized they were already in the boardroom.

“Something on your mind?” She asked innocently. Her lashes batted a little too innocently. She had to be thinking the same thing as him, didn’t she? There was no way she wasn’t just putting this whole innocent and sexy vibe as an act.

“(Y/N)…I uh… something going on between you and…” Steve waved in the direction of her desk, trying desperately to remember the Accounting Guy’s real name.

She giggled, sitting up on the boardroom table. God that skirt. Steve wanted to pull down her tights and just fuck her right there, skirt on and everything. He loved the way it held onto her body, the way that she seemed to be so confident in it. “Eric?” She filled in for him, smiling. “He’s… a little too pushy for me.” She admitted, tilting her head slightly to look up at the Captain.

“Oh,” was all Steve said. So she didn’t like pushy. That’s fine, Steve didn’t have to be dominant in bed, I mean he’d be fine not being slightly aggressive- wait what was he thinking? This wasn’t even about being in bed-

“I mean, I like pushy, sure,” (Y/N) interrupted his thoughts, smirking up at him. “But… I prefer it in a more….intimate setting.” For a moment, Steve had to remind himself that she wasn’t a mind reader. He shifted in his stance for a moment, glancing at the door which somehow already seemed closed… and locked… had she locked it when they came in here?

“(Y/N)-” he started.

“I wanna be fucked, Captain.”

The words hit him like a truck. Steve was sure he was hearing things. He blinked in surprise, staring at him, “S-Sorry?”

(Y/N) batted her lashes again, leaning forward slightly so Steve could see over the collar of her shirt. “I. Wanna be. Fucked.” She stated slowly, her voice having that same sultry tone that got Steve here in the first place. “Isn’t that why you called me in here?” She asked, an innocent giggle leaving her lips. “Haven’t you been thinking about me?”

Steve needed fresh air, or a smack in the face. He couldn’t decide which. Was he actually fantasizing this was or was this actually happening?

“Sorry, did I read the situation wrong?” (Y/N) asked after a moment, looking almost horrified. “I-I’m sorry, Steve, I just thought… I mean there’s been so much sexual tension between us but I mean I guess that could all just be in my head?”

She started to get off the boardroom table and Steve quickly found himself standing between her legs, holding her wrists down to the table so she couldn’t move. “You didn’t read anything wrong. Just… say it again for me.” He said lowly, feeling his more dominant self arising.

“Say what-”

“Say it. Again.”

(Y/N) blinked up at him innocently, leaning forward again so her chest was pressed against his. “I wanna be fucked,” she whispered with a smirk.

Steve grinned at her and pressed a quick kiss to her nose, unable to help himself. Not only was she absolutely sinfully sexy, she was also incredibly adorable. “Alright then, come on-” Steve started to move towards the door.

“Where are you going?” (Y/N) asked, not having moved from the table. Steve looked back at her, her eyebrow raised in confusion.

Steve looked at her in shock, blinking between her and the table she was seated on. “Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve asked, surprised. He glanced up at the corners of the room, confirming his previous knowledge that there were no cameras in this boardroom. “Are you sure?”

“Please?” She whined in a submissive tone. Her hand led up to her collar, playing with the top button on her white shirt.

“You better take that hand off,” he growled, eyes darkening. (Y/N) giggled and moved her hand away from her shirt, but not before she unbuttoned the first button.

“Are you trying to get yourself punished, little miss?” Steve asked her, walking back to her and gripping her knees a little tight.

(Y/N) bit her lip as she looked up at the domineering man, shifting slightly. “N-No Sir.” She whispered slightly, smiling but shifting under his stance.

“That’s what I thought.” Steve chuckled, tilting her head up and crashing his lips down to hers.

The undressing happened a lot quicker than Steve had fantasized (and he had fantasized a lot). Her heels were tossed onto the floor, her tights were quickly ripped off her legs and Steve pulled tightly on her shirt, ripping buttons off.

“Steve!” She pouted, looking at her ripped shirt.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled into her ear, peppering kisses down her throat.

Her moans were soft at first as he grinded his hips into hers. Steve held onto her legs tightly, pulling her up close to his own body as he gently laid her back onto the table.

“W-What’re you doing?” (Y/N) asked. Her voice was shy now, watching as he kneeled down on the floor, head between her legs.

“Stay still,” was all he said. Steve couldn’t help but smirk at the red thong he found under her skirt. He pushed the skirt’s fabric up onto her hips as far as he could and used a finger to slowly tear the now wet fabric of her underwear from her skin.

“Steve…” (Y/N) murmured, shifting slightly as she felt her thong move.

“Don’t. Move.” Steve ordered lowly and she immediately froze. He chuckled to himself, so she was a good girl after all. He pulled her thong annoyingly slow down to her ankles, watching as her whole body shook in an attempt not to move. “Now, what do we say when we want something, pet?” He asked her teasingly.

“P-Please,” she whispered.

“Can’t hear you,” he grinned, leaning closer to her warmth. He took a breath in, inhaling her scent. He could still smell that body soap she used, the one that he always tried to get an extra whiff of.

“P-Please- oh fuck!” she yelped. As soon as the please had left her lips, Steve latched his lips onto her clit. His tongue flicked up and down along the nub, teasing it endlessly. “S-Steve! S-Slow down!” She whined, only to be met with him speeding up. Her back arched in response as his index finger gently touched her entrance.

(Y/N) had almost forgotten where she was, lying there on the Avengers’ boardroom table. She tried to grip the smooth surface with her fingers, long moans being drawn out from her throat. She had to shut her eyes quick, the mere look of Steve between her legs shortening the distance to her orgasm.

“Pretty little thing,” Steve hummed as he let go of her clit after a while, letting his thumb circle it instead. He gently coaxed his index finger into her sopping wetness, smirking as he watched her try not to thrash around. “Teasing me all day endlessly. Making me horny all the goddamn time.”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” she quickly apologized, shaking still. “P-Please please please please,” she begged, looking down at him earnestly.

“Please what, darling?” Steve teased with a laugh, sliding his finger slowly in and out of her. The sounds leaving her lips were better than he could’ve ever imagined.

(Y/N) whined, but couldn’t deny how much she loved this playful and dominant Steve. His finger was slick with her wetness, dripping down to the palm of her hand, the sound of him finger-fucking her filling the room. “I-I want your cock, Steve, please.”

He scoffed playfully, adding a second finger and making her squirm more. “Not yet. I need you to cum for me, darling. I want to be able to fuck you with all your juices on me.” His voice was so much deeper than it usually was. (Y/N) felt every syllable that left his lips send shivers down her spine.

Steve was proud to know that she was enjoying herself. He slowly let his fingers curl, searching for that patch of skin that just felt slightly different.

Wasn’t too long before he found it. She let him know quicker than he realized he had rubbed it. A long whine left her throat, her head hitting the table with an echoing sound as her back arched.

“Don’t hurt yourself, pet,” he smirked, rubbing her spot ever so slowly. “Do you like that? Is that what you want during work every day? To come into my office and sit on my lap, have my fingers in you whenever you want, Princess?”

The nicknames were all too much. (Y/N) had fantasized all too much about Steve holding her hair in his hand while she sucked him off, praising his good little girl. She got herself off too many nights to the thought of what was happening right this moment, and she was loving every second of it.

Although he had asked her to stay still, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her wriggling. “Come on, darling, ride my fingers hm?” He whispered, helping her to a halfway seated position.

(Y/N) looked at him, almost dazed, but quickly snapped out of it. She smirked at him and nodded innocently, holding onto his arm as she positioned herself in a comfortable seat on his hand. Her hips swayed along his palm, eyes rolling back everytime she pushed her clit along the heel his hand. “S-Steve,” she mewed loudly.

The Captain bit down on his lip, quickly releasing his hard-on from his pants and stroking it slowly as she rode his fingers. He followed her rhythm, groaning quietly to himself as he took in the sight. It was much better than anything he had dreamt of, anything he had thought of. It wasn’t long before her body started to clench down on his hand, her whines and moans getting higher and louder.

Steve “Cum for me baby, pretty please,” he taunted into her ear, grunting softly as he imagined what it was going to feel like, with his cock buried deep inside her. He let his hand leave his shaft for a moment, helping his other hand and flicking at her clit with his thumb as she rode his fingers. He slid the slick juices onto his cock, wincing at just how nice it felt. It was almost too good to be true.

Her climax was made very evident by the loud “FUCK” that left her lips. Her hips rocked back and forth over his hand as she rode out her orgasm, whining and clutching at his wrist. His arm was getting a tad sore at this point but Steve waved the discomfort away. He was going to fuck her here and now and he wouldn’t let his own hand get in the way.

Steve wanted to give her a moment, let her recover from what seemed like a pretty good orgasm (his hand under her was almost completely covered and there was absolutely a small bit that had leaked onto the table) but (Y/N)’s eyes flickered to his cock in his hands. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, lips parting but no words came out.

“What is it darling?” he crooned playfully. “Are you all done?”

(Y/N)’s lips formed a pout, giving him a glare. “Goddammit, Steve, fuck me!” She huffed.

Steve’s eyes went darker, grabbing her hair and tugging her back to half lying down on the table. “Too rough?” he asked quickly and she immediately shook her head.

“I like it when you pull my hair,” she purred, making Steve’s lips form a smile. He pulled her waist so her ass was hanging off the table, meeting perfectly at the height where he wanted her.

Steve kissed her quickly and harshly, their tongues meeting eagerly as he pressed the tip of his cock to her soaking wet entrance. “Please,” she begged between kisses. And he complied.

Steve slid in her smoothly with her past orgasm aiding his entry, groaning into her ear as he used an arm behind her for stability, the other hand gripping her side. “God I’ve wanted you for so long,” he grumbled into her hair, biting at her neck as he moved into her further. He waited here for a moment, letting her shift to get comfortable.

It wasn’t until she smirked up at him that he realized that she wasn’t shifting to get comfortable. He kept sighing and moaning with every move she made. She was teasing him, toying with him.

“Evil,” he laughed, kissing her again as he swiftly pulled almost fully out of her. He let her start a sentence before quickly slamming back into her, letting her scream his name into the empty office.

Steve let his hips pound her into the table, her hips lifting up to meet him almost every time. Their grunts and groans echoed in the boardroom and Steve was almost high on the sound. His body pushed into her more as she scratched as his back, squealing her way into another orgasm. “Go-God,” he groaned, tilting his head back as he felt her squeeze him, his cock shaking and begging for release.

He couldn’t let it end so soon. He had wanted this for far too long. She let out a frustrated groan when he pulled out of her, making his lips turn into a smile.

“On your feet. And turn around,” Steve whispered to her in a growl. He pulled her closer to the edge of the table, helping her to her feet. She wobbled for a moment, eager to get back to it and yet still swaying from the magic of it all. She turned in his grip, facing the table and quickly pushed her skirt off, glancing back to make sure his eyes were exactly where she wanted them.

And they were. What a sight. Steve had to almost force himself to stop staring. God, he couldn’t imagine being in this boardroom again, going through a meeting, without constantly thinking about her, ass out and facing him, begging to be fucked.

“Good girl,” he managed to get out, straightening his back as he adjusted his stance. His fingers coiled into her hair, giving a quick and playful tug just to make her whine again. “Louder this time, (Y/N),” he told her in a dangerous tone. “I want to hear you louder.”

It wasn’t hard to do. (Y/N) was going to answer with a simple, “Yes sir,” but Steve interrupted it like he had been doing this whole time. His cock slammed up into her all too easy with how wet she was, making her yelp. She wanted to lean into the table more, give her something to collapse onto, but his grip on her hair was tight. He pulled her hair just a little more, keeping her with her chin up as he fucked her harder. Faster.

She wanted to scream for him, she wanted to be louder. (Y/N) couldn’t tell if she was just going deaf with how loud they were or if she was just in such a state of bliss, she just couldn’t hear anything.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum too quick,” Steve grunted, slamming into her again and not failing to hit that sweet spot that he had been teasing earlier.

“Steveeeee!” (Y/N) whined as he went slower, obviously trying to calm himself down.

Steve groaned out her name in a chant, as if it become the only word he knew. “Fuck,” he grumbled, leaning his forehead into her shoulder for a moment, caressing that perfect ass of hers. “I just don’t want it to end,” he told her, pushing deeper into her, slower and slower, just to annoy her.

“Cum, Steve, please,” (Y/N) finally begged. “I want you to cum on me so we have a reason to go take a shower.” She glanced back at him, that same innocent and yet so naughty look in her eye. “Don’t you want to fuck me in the shower, Steve?”

He didn’t need any other kind of permission. His cock swelled more in her and Steve continued to pound her hard, faster than he had before. After a moment, (Y/N) felt him tense behind her and he let out a loud groan. She was almost sad when he pulled out, half wanting to feel how his cum felt sliding down her leg. But he flipped her over quicker than she could voice it, his cock twitching in front of her as he came all over her front.

There was a moment of silence as the two caught their breath, (Y/N) slumping into the table. Steve held his cock in his hands, still sighing happily as it twitched in the open air. He watched as she locked eyes with him, dipping her fingers into the mess he had made on her and before he could realize what she was doing, she licked it slowly off her fingers.

“You’re going to pay for all this teasing,” Steve groaned, imagining what her tongue would feel like on his sensitive cock.

“Shower. Now.” (Y/N) demanded with a sinful grin. The two tried to clumsily grab their things, giggling like young kids as they made their way back to Steve’s room in the tower. He couldn’t help but think about the numerous places they could sneak off to during their work week.

He wanted to fuck her everywhere, in any way she wanted. There was nothing more that Steve Rogers needed than her screaming his name over and over again.

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mother-snake · 4 years ago

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(can I be 🐍 anon?) How about a fic where the other's start to slowly notice that Janus is getting more and more comfortable with them and trusting them more. Examples like: they start to notice that they don't have to convince him so hard that they want him around. He starts to relax his outfits a bit until he just shows up in black pants, a big yellow sweater, and signature hat. etc. Ends with happy snake boi getting all the cuddles. - 🐍

this... has taken such a long time... sorry! words: 1961 tags: @idkanameatall @imma-potatoo @girl-with-many-fandoms

The first to realise it was Logan. he had been sat at his desk trying to get some work done. The lights had been turned off a few hours ago and he had been sneaking the occasional glance over to his bed. Janus had come to him that morning not feeling very well, so he had offered to keep an eye on the side to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.

And that it wasn’t, just merely a head cold. But he still didn’t want to wake Janus. The poor side looked exhausted as he slept. that had tripped Logan figuratively up. he had been rather used to Janus just hiding away in his own room rather than coming to here. And that had made him smile… Janus trusted him enough to come to him when he needed help despite being in a venerable state.

He stood up from his desk and walked over to Janus the duvets further up to give the snake some more warmth. he would message Patton soon to bring Janus something to eat. Logan would leave, but he didn’t want Janus to wake up alone.

“m’thanks,” Janus murmured from under the blanket. “it’s all right Janus, go back to sleep for now,” Logan said ruffling the snake’s hair. yeah… he would let Janus rest for now, Logan thought as he sat down to continue his work.

-- the next person to realise it was Patton. They had been on semi good terms since the aftermath of the wedding, but he knew that Janus would need time to warm up to him after all that had happened.

And as he was sitting in the Livingroom, the shinning playing in the background. A sudden thought crossed his mind and he found himself jumping up and making his way to the serpent’s room. the bright yellow door seemed to match along with the others, almost completing the set.

He knocked on the door excitedly. the door opened widely to a rather nervous snake, “hello Patton, may I ask what you need?” “you, me baking cookies!” Patton cheered. Janus rolled his eyes before stepping out of his room, “very well then, it sounds entertaining.”

They walked back down to the kitchen and immediately began to grab things from shelves and storage spaces. peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies. Janus was trying not to show too much excitement. but still Patton could sense it.

And it wasn’t put on, like he used to a few months ago, he could sense the happiness radiating from everyone else… but it was Janus at the moment he could truly sense.

And as he watched Janus sneak a chocolate chip from the packet, he could see the progress. And every second was worth it. and for now, he would make sure it continued only onwards. “come on kiddo, don’t eat all the chips,” Patton giggled as he ruffled Janus’s hair with a smile.

-- the third was Virgil. The two of them had issues that they still needed to sort out. and it was a surprise when he found out the others knew his name. but he knew as soon as he heard that roman had mocked his name, that it would affect him badly. and it had. He had found the snake curled up behind the yellow door.

But now… it seemed the rolls had almost reversed. Virgil wasn’t sure what it was, or why but he had felt his anxiety heighten more than it normally did today. he had found himself sitting on his bed. The room was blacked out by spider curtains, but the sound of nocking on the door had barely been audible over his obnoxiously loud music.

He had told whoever it was to enter. But hadn’t been expecting Janus. and it seemed the side had an outfit change. a black calf length pleated skirt and a bright yellow button up. a small black bowtie finished off the outfit. But of course, he still had his cape and hat.

“nice look,” Virgil murmured as he laid his head back. “you’re not stressed,” Janus said sternly,” don’t move over,” he said rolling his eyes.

Virgil didn’t know what to expect. But definitely not Janus pulling a hidden snake from around his arm. He let out a bizarre noise of concern and or panic, he was yet to decide, as the snake was placed on his arms.

He looked up to Janus with wide eyes, “not the snake…” Janus grinned, “oh… no, the snakes”

Much to Virgil's own amusement as the snake lifted its head and let out a small blep, he could feel whatever was bothering him leave almost immediately. Janus sat down next to Virgil and watched him coo over the snake despite its slightly large size. He found himself feeling years younger, going back to when they could have only been in single digits.

And as he glanced over to Janus he felt as if things had… almost gone back to how things were from before the split. And he felt himself smile. “hey Virge,” Janus said as he took the snake from his arms, “your eyeshadows purple,” he grinned. Virgil playfully nudged Janus in the shoulder, “yeah, okay the snake broke my poor cold heart,” they both found themselves in a fit of laughter.

Yeah. He was going to make sure Janus laughed like that again. After all they had both been through… Janus deserved to feel this happy.

Remus had been next. It had been a nock on his door in the middle of the night. he knew it would most likely be one of the more nocturnal sides.

But as he opened the door to see a familiar side in a dinosaur onesie wrap their arms around him. he knew that tonight would be a little different. as Janus let go of Remus, the imaginative side let Janus enter. Sure, they may not be on the best of terms right now. But for Janus to wake him up so late in the night… something had happened.

He watched as Janus sat down on the rather messy bed and pull his head into his knees. “you okay Jannie?” he asked as he sat down next to the snake, “you wanna talk about it?” he got a small head shake. “come on then, you can stay with me the night if you want,” Remus said as he pulled Janus into a side hug. “thank you,” Janus whispered smally from his chest.

It took a few minuets of cuddling for them to finally shift and lie down next to one another. They lied like that for a few minutes before Remus realised that Janus was out cold.

He let out a small silent laugh as he brushed a piece of hair out of Janus’s face. how long had it been since Janus had been so peaceful? Back when they were darks it seemed like the old Jan had disappeared. Replaced with constant worry about his plans and fear of more people leaving.

He missed seeing Janus without a care in the world. But right now, he felt worried. Not much could have Janus to the brink of tears and have him come into his room of all places.

Right now, however, it was best to get some sleep. Knowing Janus, he would be better to talk to in the morning. That and the bags under his eyes almost rivalled Virgil's at this point. So, he was going to let the snake sleep in. they both needed it.

And soon, Remus was asleep. a protective arm wrapped around his baby brother.

-- the final side to realise had been roman. The other sides had been summoned, forcing the two company seekers to sit in the same room together. it wasn’t reluctant. But the tension could still be cut by roman katana. Janus sat there on the opposite end of the sofa looking in a book. it wasn’t a particularly big one. But it could only keep his attention for so long.

“okay, do you want to put on a movie,” he exasperated as he flung the book onto the coffee table. “um, okay. But what?” “anything. just not Disney…” Janus sighed.

Roman rolled his eyes as he stood up and began surfing through the movies and box sets the mid had accumulated over the years. “okay, hear me out- “roman began as he found something and held it up. there in his hands he held up the original four Jurassic movies.

“I’ll grab the popcorn- “Janus said throwing himself of the sofa and rushing to the kitchen.

And forty minuets in, they found themselves tucked under separate blankets and eating unhealthy amounts of sugary treats. roman had begun to think as the time passed. In the time it had taken for them to get the movie on, sit down and sit in silence beforehand. Janus had made no move for snide remarks… and he couldn’t bring himself to say any either. but something did need to be said.

“hey… Janus?” he asked, looking over to the side shoving popcorn in their moth in handfuls. “yes?” came the muffled reply, making roman chuckle.

“I'm… I'm sorry for before,” he said. “listen. If anyone should be apologising, it should be me,” Janus began, holding up a hand before roman could but in, “I was the one who played you like a kazoo at the court and somehow managed to swap the sides view on me. it most likely sent confusion spinning your way, and you lashed out,” he said. “trust me, its okay. And if you really need it… I forgive you.”

Roman looked at Janus who turned back to watching the tv he blinked slowly compared to normal. And a small part of roman felt a warmth swell in his chest. he had been forgiven. That was enough for now. And he felt a million times lighter. “did you know you can see a hand on one of the raptors being led into the kitchen?” roman said as he took a sip of his obnoxious fizzy concoction Janus made. he didn’t know what was in it. nor would he ask. “that I did princey. That I did,” Janus grinned, flinging a piece of popcorn playfully in the creative sides direction.

He had never seen Janus so… happy. Content before. And a small part of him wondered if it would stay that way. he hoped so… no more fighting sounded nice. and at that moment he found himself hoping that never did happen between them. and he knew he would strive to stop it in the future.

But for now, he had a movie to watch.

-- they all sat together, cuddled up in bundles of blankets trying to ward away the cold chill that flooded the mindscape every late autumn and early winter. Janus himself was in the middle of the cuddle frenzy. Pinned down by logans arm over his shoulder, Patton's head leaning against his other and Virgil lying atop them all. Roman sat next to Patton with Remus next to Logan.

He let out a content sigh. This was the warmest winter he had in years. and it felt perfect. They all held cups of warm coco. They had a movie playing. Patton's choice today had been happy death day. And it had sent a smirk of amusement on his face when everyone paled.

“ten out of ten!” Remus cheered as he watched the main character of the move swan dive into a wood chipper.

There were always going to be issues between them all. But for now, he felt content listening to the sides laugh at Remus trying to lighten up the movie. yeah… this was nice.

#janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #sander sides

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louiserandom · 5 years ago

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I hear someone is taking prompts! How about MadaTobi, for whatever reason is most hilarious to you, getting stuck in a bathtub together.

creativity in times of crisis

Rating: M

Summary: Madara and Tobirama are stuck in a bathtub together.

It’s all their stupid brothers’ fault.

Read on AO3 or under the cut :3

“This,” Madara hisses, “is all your brother’s fault.”

“And your brother’s idea,” Tobirama points out. “Mine just provided the means to carry it out.”

“Nothing you say is going to keep me from killing him with fire and then decapitating him,” Madara growls, testing the restraints, again, though it was pretty obvious after their tenth attempt that they weren’t going to get out of this unless they explicitly complied with Hashirama’s wishes. “And Izuna, for that matter. Who needs brothers anyway.”

Normally, Tobirama would roll his eyes at Madara’s dramatics and jest about the inherent stupidity and crudeness of his statement. Normally, though, he wasn’t tied to Madara with thick, apparently semi-conscious Mokuton vines keeping them back-to-back in a godsdamned bathtub as Izuna’s idea of putting him and Madara in a corner to think about what they’ve done.

They’ve literally done nothing—except shout for a bit, and possibly hit each other a few times, and maybe lead to the partial destruction of the central market with a couple of overpowered jutsu. Such things happen, though, and are easily fixable, as Tobirama knows all too well from his frequent lab accidents. But no, Izuna had to propose locking them up together until they apologized to each other, and Hashirama had to take it one step further and render them motionless.

In a bathtub.

Honestly, Hashirama’s overreaction is bordering on impolite and as such, Tobirama allows himself a bit of self-indulgence.

“Agreed,” he says, “and I’m not trying to quell your homicidal tendencies for once but do leave Anija to me.” Were the Mokuton vines not suppressing his chakra, Tobirama would have flooded the room with killing intent, but for now has to contend with vivid imagery of Hashirama’s suffering as a satisfying anticipation of vengeance. “What I don’t get is the redundancy of cremation and decapitation done in succession.”

“Hm. You’re right,” Madara actually agrees with him. Truly, an event worthy of the history books. “I’ll decapitate him, then burn him with my Majestic Destroyer Flame,” he says cheerfully. “Izuna, I mean. You can have the overgrown tree.”

As if in answer, the Mokuton squeezes them tighter, making them almost wheeze, before returning to its previous state.

“Dumbass Senju!” Madara bellows, as Tobirama utters a heartfelt, “Fuck you, Anija.”

A spark of what feels like derision radiates from the Mokuton before quickly flickering away.

Madara and Tobirama both groan.

“Maybe the Hiraishin can work?” Madara pleads.

“We’ve established that this thing blocks everything save for our sensing,” Tobirama says, sighing in frustration. “Besides, I’ve tried every which way to activate it. Anija is sneaky. He’s an idiot but still a shinobi.”

Tobirama feels the pangs of Madara’s anger as he broods for a few torturous minutes before blurting out,

“I’m still not apologizing first, because that was a dick move that you pulled, and you owe me one.”

“What a ‘dick move,’ Madara,” Tobirama’s voice leaks sarcasm, “to imply that you harbor affection for cats.”

“You didn’t imply shit.” Unable to learn his lesson, Madara thrashes against their bonds once more in an attempt to physically assault Tobirama, apparently. “You all but fucking cooed over me and made fun of me in public, Senju, and you compared me to a godsdamned kitten!”

Tobirama turns out for a part of the ensuing rant, wondering whether this talent of Madara’s to shout continuously for extended periods of time—all in a single breath, too—is an ability inherent to all Uchiha, or just him.

Probably the latter.

“My hair is nothing like that messy, spiky monstrosity on that fucking fluffball,” Madara goes on shrieking, “and I am not cute!”

That marks the end of his rant, and really, Tobirama would take offence if only at the fact that Madara dared call a perfectly adorable kitten a monstrosity.

“Did you really have to resort to fistfights and fireballs to argue that point, koibito?”

“Yes, and don’t you call me that until you beg for my forgiveness,” Madara grumbles, blessedly quieter this time.

Tobirama scoffs. “Deal with it however you wish, Uchiha, I stand by my words.”

Madara growls. “If anything, I am handsome.”

“Yes.”

There’s a pause.

“And beautiful, some might say,” Madara goes on, tone cautious.

“Of course, Madara.” Tobirama wouldn’t dream of arguing; he’s reminded of that fact every day as he awakens to Madara’s lovely smile.

“And… uhm… physically appealing—”

“Just say sexy, Madara. And yes, you are.”

“And,” Madara says, trying to shift against him but only making them tilt stiffly towards the wall, “definitely not cute. Just admit that, Senju, and it’ll do. And—ugh—I can’t glare at you. But know I am, in fact, glaring at you. With extreme disapproval.”

Tobirama can’t hold back a chuckle. “Fine, Madara, you aren’t cute,” he concedes, waiting just enough to hear Madara’s contented hum before saying, “you’re mind-meltingly adorable.”

“FUCK YOU, SENJU!” Madara’s peak volume is music to Tobirama’s ears. “I HATE YOU, YOU MASSIVE DICK!”

Tobirama can only do so much to keep his chuckles from turning into full-fledged laughter, and this finally breaks him. It’s a testament to how truly peaceful their lives have become in this village they’ve build, that they’re an hour into a ridiculous lockdown arguing about the level of Madara’s cuteness—or lack thereof.

Just two years ago, when the interclan war was still raging, this would have seemed impossible.

And yet, here they are.

“Mine’s getting hard,” Tobirama makes for a diversion. “You know it turns me on when you’re pissed off.”

“W-wh-what?”

Tobirama can only imagine the expression on Madara’s face. Priceless.

“I said—”

“I heard what you said, Senju!” Madara moves them an incremental bit again before sagging and giving up with an explosive sigh. “Not. The time.”

“Calmed you down, didn’t it?” Tobirama smirks.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d rather you do that.”

“Then apologize.”

And because Tobirama is never going to apologize for the truth, they both fall into belligerent silence.

“We’ll be stuck here forever, then,” Madara says some time later. “Dick.”

Because Tobirama is a man of his word, he stays silent, knowing his Anija would never actually let them die without food and water, at least. Too bad boredom might kill them far, far sooner.

“D’you think they’ve figured out,” Madara says suddenly, “that we realized we’ve been mistaking sexual tension for killing intent and aren’t seriously trying to maim each other these days?”

Tobirama attempts to shrug, unsuccessfully. “We’ve been careful. And the notion of fighting and liking each other at the same is definitely not something Anija can comprehend,” he laments. “Izuna may suspect something. After all, it would have been more logical to suggest locking us up separately, so we’d cool down quicker.”

“That bastard,” Madara mutters.

“Your brother,” Tobirama reminds him.

“And look what yours did!” Madara accuses in turn, making them sway a little. “I hate everything.”

Something clicks in Tobirama’s head.

“You know what,” he says, “you’re right. I should apologize.”

Ignoring Madara’s confused spluttering, Tobirama looks down to the vines wrapped around his arms and body, focusing all his attention and thoughts on them in hopes to convey what he wants.

“Uh, Anija’s Mokuton?” he starts, noting how the roots seem to stiffen as if in attention. “I’ve decided to apologize to Madara, and I believe it more productive to the, uh, apology process if I am able to do it face-to-face.” Tobirama praises himself for making it sound sincere. “As friends,” he adds.

The Mokuton vibrates with minute pulses of energy, as if considering his words, before unfurling a bit, even as it still keeps their limbs in its chakra-suppressing clutches and rearranges them so they’re sitting cross-legged facing each other.

The shock on Madara’s face is glorious to behold. As is the godawful (but still somehow appealing) tangled mess his mane had become from their scuffles.

“How?” Madara asks.

Tobirama has finally regained his ability to shrug. “Anija did say it’s partially sentient,” he says. The Mokuton sprouts another thin vine that pokes him in the chest, as if to remind him of his earlier decision. “Yeah, yeah, I remember,” Tobirama grumbles, swatting the vine away with his shoulder.

“Do you even realize,” Madara whispers, “how freaky that is?”

“Don’t insult it,” Tobirama chastises him, giving their restraints a worried glance and an apologetic smile. “Anyway, in the spirit of… the Magical Power of Hugs,” Tobirama invokes Hashirama’s sappy notion, “I would also love to be able to hug my.” He swallows heavily. “Friend.”

The Mokuton takes a longer time to think this time. Madara mouths, “Will this seriously work?” and Tobirama shushes him with a glare. Oblivious to the exchange, the Mokuton unceremoniously pushes them together into an awkward embrace.

Then, Tobirama seizes his chance and captures Madara’s lips with his.

They’re already pressed together with almost no space between them, blood still running hot from their fight, and enough hours have passed since their last bout of lovemaking for Tobirama’s arousal to ratchet up to aching in a matter of seconds. By the way Madara moans into the kiss, sliding his hands under Tobirama’s shirt and pulling him impossibly closer, he seems to be in a similar state.

Perfect, Tobirama thinks. Now he has to do is to wait for the Mokuton to process this…

Madara pulls away, almost forcefully withdrawing his hands to grip Tobirama’s shoulders, movements still somewhat restrained by the vines.

…but first, get Madara back on the right track.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Madara demands, breathing heavy and eyes glazed over.

“What does it look like?” Tobirama says, offering a smirk in place of an annoyed scowl. “Apologizing the best way I know how.”

“B-but,” Madara breathes, as Tobirama trails his fingers down his chest, down to palm the obvious bulge in his pants. “Uh. What.”

Tobirama huffs out a laugh. This ability to render his lover incoherent with a simple touch has long since become second nature. Granted, it works both ways, but Madara is, for some reason, much more prone to surprise attacks by seduction.

“Just trust me,” Tobirama says, leaning down to place a lingering, open-mouthed kiss on his lover’s neck, wrangling out a drawn-out whimper Madara would probably never admit to. “If you’d like me to stop, just say so, koibito.”

Madara doesn’t object to the endearment this time, and Tobirama counts that as a clear victory.

Tobirama shifts to place another kiss on the underside of his jaw, making quick work of divesting Madara of his pants so he can give his cock a firm stroke. This earns him a breathless moan from his lover—and no further complaints.

Good.

Madara drags him by the collar into another kiss, biting and sucking on Tobirama’s bottom lip as he fucks into his hand, getting just as lost in the pleasure as Tobirama feels. Hands, hot and demanding, run over Tobirama’s body, tugging at his clothes insistently, soon bordering on desperate. Madara’s cock grows rock hard under his touch, an enticing prize that makes Tobirama’s mouth water. It takes a monumental effort to keep track of the Mokuton that’s still twitching and twisting around their limbs with confused agitation, its grip getting weaker and weaker until—

Madara is busy sucking on one of Tobirama’s nipples, fingers toying with the other, when the vines grow stiff, then totally slack, and yank themselves away to all but fly over to the opposite corner. The motion throws them both off-balance, and Madara ends up sprawled on top of Tobirama as they scramble to untangle their limbs and get into a more or less comfortable position.

“What the—”

“It worked,” Tobirama says, smirking wider as the sound of Hashirama’s wail resounds through every single wall of the mansion.

“MADARA,” the idiot shrieks from somewhere in the distance, “NOT MY LITTLE BROTHER!”

Before Madara has the chance to yell back his retort, Tobirama Hiraishins them both to land on the softness of the futon back home, reeling Madara in to distract him from the ordeal with fervent kisses and wandering hands. Madara doesn’t seem to mind.

He shifts his weight from hands to elbows, cradling them both with his hair, and deepens the kiss, it seems, with the sole intent of driving Tobirama mad with want. Madara moves with him, cock rubbing against his thigh as Tobirama thrusts back, chasing the delicious friction, his pants too tight, skin too hot, Madara’s touch not nearly enough.

“Good creative thinking back there,” Madara says as they break away for air before meeting once more for another bruising kiss.

“Do I get a reward then?” Tobirama asks, shivering with pleasure as Madara moves to mouth at his collarbone, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

“Oh yes,” Madara drawls, dragging his mouth down Tobirama’s chest to his hipbone with just the slightest hint of teeth. Finally, Madara frees his length, lips hovering over it, teasing, barely touching. Tobirama can’t quite hold back a groan. “I’ll show you how creative I can be.”

#madatobi #lou writes #founders bs #madara #tobirama #izuna #hashirama #IDIOTS IN LOVE #THESE TWO ARE IDIOTS AND THEIR BROS AIN'T MUCH BETTER #this is peak ridiculous i swear #ahem #camp nano april 2020 #AND I'M HALFWAY TO MY WORD COUNT GOAL YEASSSSS

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rushingheadlong · 5 years ago

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Got Me In A Mood - A Roger x Reader fic

Summary: You and Roger are friends, who just happen to occasionally sleep together. It’s just a bit of fun, nothing serious… until you realize that you’ve gone and fallen in love with him.

Wordcount: ~5,300

Tags/Warnings: Smut, brief semi-public sex, a little bit of h/c but with a very happy ending

Notes: Written for @sitonmyhot-seatoflove for the Thank God It’s Christmas event organized by @dtfrogertaylor! I had such a great time getting to know you a little over the last month, and I hope you like the fic! This was my first time writing Roger smut so hopefully it turned out okay!

(Title inspired by the song Sleeping With A Friend by Neon Trees, which you should definitely go listen to!)

The first time it happens is genuinely an accident. You and Roger are the last two left standing at the end of a long night of celebratory drinking, everyone else having bowed out far earlier in the evening. Your victory tastes like cheap vodka and the regret you know you’ll have come morning but for now you’re on top of the world, staggering back to Roger’s place because it’s closer than yours and it wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve crashed on his couch.

This time, though, you end up in his bed instead of on the couch and sometime between fits of drunken laughter you end up kissing, and sometime after that your hand ends up down Roger’s pants and his face ends up between your thighs, and holy fuck but that ends up being one of the best damn orgasms of your life.

You wake up the next morning with few memories of the night before, but with Roger curled warm and comfortable and naked against your side. You worry, for a moment, about what this will do to your friendship- but then the hangover slams into you so quickly that the only thing you’re left worrying about is making it to the toilet before losing the contents of your stomach.

Roger helps you home and then stays to make you a cup of tea, and somehow you both skip past the awkward morning-after conversation and fall easily back into your usual banter as if nothing happened at all.

The second time it happens you’re both a little more sober, but not by much. You’re waiting in the wings as Queen finishes up a successful gig, and Roger comes off stage practically walking on air. It only takes a few drinks before he’s kissing you against the bar, and it’s doesn’t take long for you to drag him into the bathroom where he fingers you, quick and dirty, until you’re coming against his hand so hard that your legs give out- which just makes it easy for you to get your mouth on Roger to return the favor.

The two of you go back to the bar to knowing smirks and teasing jokes from everyone else, and a few more drinks later has you following Roger home- and into his bed- yet again. There’s the beginnings of a routine forming here and part of you wonders if you should be worried about that, but you’re too busy chasing the taste of cheap beer from Roger’s mouth to ask him about it that night.

So it’s not until it happens again that you say anything. There’s no alcohol involved this time, just a quiet afternoon hanging out as friends that ends with Roger’s hand on your thigh and yours tangled in his hair as you pull him into a kiss.

“Are we really doing this?” you ask, panting heavily against Roger’s mouth.

He laughs, just a small chuckle, and points out, “We’ve done this before.”

“We’re not drunk this time.”

“So what?” Roger asks. “It’s just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Doesn’t have to be anything more.”

Something about that feels dangerous. Roger is one of your closest friends, and both of you can be veritable forces of nature when you get wound up. It’s what has made the sex great so far but you can easily see that same passion leading everything to blow up in your faces.

Still, so far the added “benefits” haven’t ruined your friendship, so you push aside those worries for now in favor of pulling Roger into another kiss.

The two of you don’t make it to his bed this time. You climb into Roger’s lap as his hands slide up under your shirt, and you break the kiss only long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. Roger’s shirt is already unbuttoned and it’s easy enough to slide it off his shoulders, as he unhooks your bra and cups your breast in one hand.

“What do you want?” he asks between kisses, his breath hot against your mouth. His thumb teases over your nipple and you whimper, and arch up into his touch. “Want my fingers? My mouth?”

“Anything, Rog, just do something,” you say, trying to smother a gasp.

“Something” ends up being a little bit of “everything”. Roger presses kisses and lovebites down your body, finally bringing his mouth to your core, and you come with two of his fingers buried inside you and his tongue lapping at your clit, until the pleasure starts turning painful and you have to push him away.

You collapse back against the couch, breathing heavily, as Roger wipes his mouth and grins down at you. “Can I fuck you?”

“Please.”

You’re still a bit too sensitive but you don’t care. Roger feels perfect as he pushes inside you, though you still whimper as he starts to fuck you. He goes slowly at first, clearly trying to make sure that you’re still enjoying yourself, but there’s something overwhelming about the care he’s showing. It’s different from the drunken fumblings that you’re used to, and it makes your heart ache in a way you don’t want to look too closely at.

“Harder, Rog, I can handle it,” you say, because you can handle more better than you can handle this unexpected tenderness.

And Roger obliges, thrusting into you so hard that you can’t help but cry out, hands clawing at Roger’s back as you rock against him. This is what you’re used to, half-desperate and almost-rough, Roger’s face buried in the crook of your neck, muttering obscene praises against your skin.

“Fuck, Y/N, feel so good, you’re so good, baby,” he groans, bringing one hand between you to rub at your clit. “Want you to come, Y/N, before I do. Want you to come for me, baby, c’mon now-”

It’s Roger calling you baby in that voice that tips you over the edge, your orgasm taking you almost by surprise as you grind down against his hand and his cock. Roger keeps rocking into you, but it only takes a few more thrusts before he comes inside you with a low moan.

This is the point where in your past drunken encounters the two of you would already be halfway to passed out from the combination of endorphins and alcohol. Now, completely sober, the two of you still take a moment to lie together and catch your breath, but you’re caught off-guard when Roger nuzzles at your neck.

Roger has always been affectionate after sex, but he’s also just an affectionate drunk in general. You had always assumed that that was the reason for his tender gestures in the afterglow, so you’re surprised to learn now that he’s apparently just always like this. It makes your face flush a little bit hotter, and you open your mouth to make the some quip- but it dies with a small, hitching breath as Roger presses a gentle, absentminded kiss behind your ear.

Your stomach swoops and your heart flutters, and you quickly roll out from underneath Roger. “Sorry, gotta pee,” you mumble, and flee to the relative safety of the bathroom.

Once there you splash cold water on your face with shaking hands, and sternly tell yourself that the feeling in your chest isn’t a budding love for your best friend.

By the time you finally return to the living room, you almost believe it- but Roger’s easy grin looks exactly like the danger you were worried about.

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Maybe the problem is that you’ve always been a little bit in love with Roger - but the thing is, everyone is a little bit in love with Roger, aren’t they? He just has that sort of personality, all passion and spark and pushing for more out of his life and everyone in it. He’s the sort of person that you can take one look at and just know that they’re going to be going places.

There’s something unspeakably attractive about him, something magnetic that draws people in, something that makes it easy to forgive him for his quick-tempered moments or messy nights of over-indulgence. Roger Taylor isn’t perfect but there is something fundamentally loveable about him anyway, so it only makes sense that your signals have gotten a little crossed.

You explain all of this to Brian as you wait for Roger, Freddie and John to show up at your bar of choice that evening, confident in your flawless reasoning.

That confidence fades a little when Brian sighs and says, “Look, Y/N-”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupt. “I’m not really in love with him. I can’t be.”

“Well, it sort of sounds like you are.”

“I can’t be,” you insist. “It’s just- it’s just sex. It makes things a little complicated, that’s all. Maybe if I sleep with Roger enough times I’ll get over it.”

Brian chokes on his drink. “Or you could stop sleeping with him. And stop telling me about it, I don’t need to hear what my friends get up to.”

“Buddy, you haven’t heard anything yet. I could tell you about that thing he does with his-”

“Freddie! Over here!” Brian calls out before you can finish that sentence. He waves across the bar to Freddie and John, who clearly have just arrived.

“I see you two have started without us,” Freddie says as he slides into one of the seats next to Brian. John sits between you and Brian, leaving an empty seat for Roger on your right. You’re a little pleased about that, but you try to stamp the feeling down before any of it can show on your face.

Although, now that you’re thinking about him… “I thought Roger was coming out with us tonight,” you say, and you ignore the pointed look that Brian gives you.

“Don’t you worry, he’s just getting the first round for us, darling.”

“That’s not all he’s getting,” John says with a laugh.

He nods towards the bar, and when you glance over you can see that Roger is already chatting up a girl. There’s a smile on his face that you’ve seen too many times before and the girl has her hand on Roger’s arm, and your stomach lurches unpleasantly at the sight of the two of them together.

“Well he’d better come back with our drinks before he takes her home,” Freddie says, rolling his eyes.

“You can have mine, Fred. It’s, um- It’s not agreeing with me.” Because something is causing bile to rise in the back of your throat, and you refuse to think about what else it could be. You push the glass across the table towards Freddie and stand up. “I think I’m just gonna head home.”

“What? But we only just got here!” Freddie protests- though that doesn’t stop him from snagging your drink and taking a large sip.

John gives you a critical look, and finally offers you a small smile. “You do look pretty pale, Y/N. Hope you feel better.”

“Thanks,” you mumble. “Tell Roger I’m sorry I missed him.”

You start to walk away but Brian catches your wrist and stops you from leaving. “Tell him yourself,” Brian says in a low voice, so only you can hear. “He’s not gonna know how you feel if you don’t talk to him.”

“Piss off, Brian. The only thing I’m feeling is sick.” You yank your wrist out of his grip and storm off, past Roger and the blonde that he’s still chatting up. If Roger sees you leaving, you don’t notice at all.

You don’t sleep well that night. Despite your efforts, your thoughts keep drifting back to Roger- wishing you were the one he took home instead of that girl at the bar, wishing you were cuddled up with him instead of alone in your bed, and wishing that the thought of him with someone else didn’t hurt as badly as it does.

You’re no stranger to jealousy but this is something else altogether. Maybe there was some truth to what Brian was saying. Not love, that’s ridiculous, but the beginnings of… something. Possessiveness - that’s it. You never liked sharing your toys as a kid, so it stands to reason that you wouldn’t like sharing Roger either.

That’s all it is. That’s all you’ll allow it to be.

Still you don’t feel much better the following morning, though you’re quick to blame it on the lack of sleep the night before. You’re grouchy and irritable, and when there’s a knock on your door in the early afternoon you don’t particularly feel up for company.

“What do you want?” you snap as you yank your door open, and your mouth drops open in shock when you see Roger standing there. “Oh, Roger! Sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Wow, you really are sick, aren’t you?” Roger says with an easy grin. “You look terrible.”

“Gee, thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

Roger, on the other hand, looks great. He’s practically glowing, the tell-tale sign that he got laid the night before and he’s still walking on cloud nine because of it, and your stomach twists with jealous anger.

“Listen, I can’t stay long, but I got worried when the others told me you had left early last night and I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Roger says. “Oh, and I brought you this!”

He holds out a brown paper bag, which you take with a small amount of trepidation. “What is it?”

“A container of soup, just in case you weren’t feeling well enough to cook,” Roger says. “And toast, though that’s probably gone cold by now.”

You swallow down a lump in your throat and manage to force out a quiet, “Thanks, Rog. I appreciate this.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, I’d do this for any of my friends.” Roger leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. He’s still grinning at you but you can see the genuine concern in his eyes, and it’s all suddenly too much for you to handle.

“Thanks,” you manage to force out again. “Listen, I’m gonna go lie down, I’m not feeling well-”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Feel better soon, Y/N - and come see me when you do!” Roger gives you a wink, before waving goodbye and leaving.

You close the door to your flat and stand there, holding Roger’s soup and blinking back tears, and wishing desperately that he was still here with you: to take care of you and kiss you and tell you that he loves-

You throw the bag across the room, not caring that the container inside bursts open and soup starts leaking out. You sink down to the floor and bury your face in your hands, because you can’t keep lying to yourself about this anymore.

You’ve gone and fallen in love with Roger, and you have no idea what you’re supposed to do about that.

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You don’t stop sleeping with Roger.

You should, you know that… but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Now that you have this part of Roger in your life you can’t let it go, even though Roger’s post-coital affection makes your heart ache with yearning. You drag your feet when it comes time to leave Roger’s place in the mornings after, and when Roger ends up at your flat you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from begging him to stay forever.

It’s not all bad, though. Despite your new feelings the sex is still incredible, and your friendship with Roger hasn’t suffered at all. The two of you still hang out constantly, meeting up between classes and shifts at the stall, laughing and joking just the same as you ever have. You know Roger doesn’t feel the same way about you and that hurts, but you’re trying to get over it. You’re still thankful to have him as a friend at least, even if you know you’ll never be anything more than that.

You stop going home with other guys at all, though plenty have shown interest. The others question you about it, once or twice, when they see you turn down someone’s advances, but you brush their curiosity aside with any one of a thousand excuses: You’re too tired, they’re too drunk, you just weren’t feeling it… Every single one of them a lie, because the truth is that they’re simply not Roger.

Only Brian doesn’t ask questions, but his knowing looks every time the subject gets raised are somehow even worse.

Roger still hooks up with other girls. Which is fine, as long as you don’t need to see it happen and as long as you don’t know the details of it. Roger, for once, is content to keep his secrets and you suspect that that Brian is doing his best to keep Freddie and John quiet when the five of you meet up.

But conversations with Queen have a tendency to get out of hand, and sometime in the middle of Freddie’s latest rambling story about their out-of-town gig last weekend he drops in, “And then Roger, you bastard, you snuck away with that girl who’d been practically climbing the stage all night!”

Your stomach plummets and your easy grin quickly fades away.

“I did not sneak away with her!” Roger protests hotly, and you wish you were anywhere but here, being forced to listen to this story.

“You did so!” Freddie insists and John, laughing, adds, “He’s right, Rog, you didn’t even finish helping us pack up the gear before you were out the door with her!”

“Can we change the subject? I’m tired of hearing you bring this up every five minutes,” Brian interrupts, feigning annoyance, but you know he’s interrupting for your sake rather than his. You’d be grateful for that, if you could feel anything except sick at the moment.

“Oh come on, Brian, you were as pissed as we were that he took off so quickly!” Freddie says with another laugh. “You’d think poor Rog hadn’t gotten any in weeks, the way he was so eager to get into her pants-”

You stand up so quickly that your chair topples over backwards, and you bolt away from the table before anyone has a chance to say anything. Not that you’d hear them even if they did - your heart is beating loud enough to drown out everything around you, and your vision starts to blur with unshed tears as you race out the door.

As soon as you get outside you duck around the corner of the building, leaning against the wall and furiously wiping your tears away, trying to get your emotions under control. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you mutter, furious at yourself for your reaction.

You have no right to be upset. Roger doesn’t love you. It was never supposed to be exclusive.

You repeat these facts over and over but you can’t wrestle down your feelings with logic anymore. You just hurt, and right now it’s more than you can bear.

“Y/N?”

Any other time you’d be thrilled to hear that voice, but right now Roger is the last person you want to talk to. “Go away. Just- just leave me alone.”

But Roger, being Roger, doesn’t leave and instead takes a step closer to you. “Are you crying? Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not crying, I’m fine,” you say, trying not to sniffle and give yourself away.

“No, you’re not,” Roger says, refusing to let this go and leave you alone. “Just tell me what’s bothering you. You’re my friend, and I want to help you if I can.”

Hearing Roger yet again call you his “friend” is what finally breaks you completely and you whirl on him, full of fury and pain. “That’s what’s bothering me!” you snap. “That I’m your friend. That I’m only ever going to be your friend. We fuck and then we go our separate ways, and you get to sleep with any groupie who throws herself at you while I’m left alone because I had to go and fall in love with someone who doesn’t love me back!”

Roger stares at you, his mouth hanging open in shock. “Y/N, what…?”

“I love you, you idiot,” you say. “We started hooking up and I fell in love with you and I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I kept sleeping with you when I knew you didn’t feel the same, and I’m sorry for not saying something sooner, and I’m sorry that this is probably going to ruin our friendship, and-”

Roger interrupts your tirade with a kiss. It’s gentle, chaste, the barest brush of his lips against yours, so different from your passionate makeout sessions that you’re stunned into silence. When he pulls away he keeps one hand cupping your face, so you can’t turn away as he says, “Who ever said that I don’t love you too?”

You stare at him, stunned by this unexpected turn of events. “But you never said… And why would you go home with other girls…?”

“Because I didn’t think you loved me, and I was trying to get over you,” Roger admits. “Obviously it didn’t work.”

“Obviously? You hooked up with that groupie-”

“I took her back to the hotel, yeah, but we didn’t have sex. I, ah…” His face flushes and he scrunches his nose in embarrassment, before finally confessing, “I accidentally called her Y/N and she rightfully stormed out on me. That’s how gone I am for you. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

For the first time since you stormed out of the bar you laugh, warmth blooming in your chest as you smile hopefully at Roger. “So what you’re saying is, we’ve both been idiots here.”

“Well idiots is a bit harsh, but… yeah, maybe we have been,” Roger says, and that’s enough for you to surge forward and kiss him again.

Unlike Roger’s kiss yours isn’t gentle. It can’t be, not now, not when all the love you’ve been trying to bury down suddenly comes rushing forward. It’s hot and desperate and full of everything you’ve been hiding for weeks now, and Roger meets you with the same urgency. He pushes you against the side of the building, pressing forward until there’s no space left between your bodies at all.

You roll your hips against Roger’s and he groans, breaking the kiss to drop his head to the crook of your neck, panting heavily against your skin. “Fuck, Y/N, stop, stop, we’re in public, we can’t-”

“We have before,” you say, still rocking against Roger and feeling him grow harder in his jeans. “Our second time, in the bathroom of the bar-”

“That’s not the same as fucking you against a wall outside,” Roger protests, though his hips rock against yours and he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to pull away. “I love you, Y/N. I want to take you home and do this right.”

You bite back a whimper at hearing Roger so easily tell you that he loves you, and it only serves to heighten your desire. “Rog, I love you more than I have words for and that’s why I need you, now. Please, god, I can’t wait to get back to your place, I need you, please, please-”

Roger kisses you again, fierce and quick. “Alright, alright, whatever you want. As long as I can still make love to you later tonight.”

“You can do whatever you want to me, just please-” The rest of your begging gets cut off as Roger slides a hand underneath your skirt and presses against your core. Even through your panties his touch makes you cry out and Roger kisses you again, swallowing down every sound you make.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby, can’t let anyone hear you,” Roger murmurs against your mouth as he slips his hand inside your panties slides his fingers along your already slick folds.

Roger isn’t in a teasing mood, which is perfect because you’re too desperate to last long anyway. This is what you needed: Roger pressed against you, his fingers pushing inside, his thumb rubbing your clit… Every movement, every kiss, every baby and that’s it, that’s my good girl and love you, god I love you reminding you that Roger is here and he’s yours.

You can feel your orgasm building and you grind against Roger’s hand as he works it against you, chasing that peak with every roll of your hips. “Yeah, Y/N, that’s it,” Roger says, pushing another finger inside you and twisting them. “Come for me, I want you to come for me, baby-”

And you do with a moan that Roger can’t quite muffle soon enough, the sound of your pleasure echoing down the darkened street before Roger gets his lips on yours again. You whine against his mouth as Roger’s skillful fingers work you through your orgasm, until your knees almost buckle and Roger has to get wrap his free arm around your waist to keep you upright.

“God, Roger, I fucking love you,” you pant, leaning heavily against Roger as you catch your breath.

“Love you too,” Roger says with a small laugh and a fond smile. “God, do I love you. Now can we please get back to my place so I can fuck you properly?”

“Absolutely.”

Roger pulls his hand out from underneath your skirt and, flashing you a wicked smirk, sucks his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. You whimper at the sight and pull Roger’s fingers away so you can kiss the taste of yourself out of his mouth instead.

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You’ve slept with Roger dozens of time before, in a dozen different ways, but it’s never quite been like this.

Roger wasn’t kidding when he said that he wanted to make love to you. Your desperation from earlier has been sated, for the time being, and the two of you undress each other slowly, trading soft kisses broken only to pull off shirts or wrestle with a particularly stubborn button.

Roger pushes you down onto his bed and kisses down your neck, pausing to suck a bruise into the hollow of your throat. “What do you want, baby?” he purrs. “Want me to eat you out? Finger you again?”

“Just fuck me, please.” Roger keeps moving down your body, licking over one of your nipples, and you arch into his touch. “Roger, please,” you whine. “Please fuck me, I love you, don’t wanna wait any more-”

Roger chuckles and kisses your breast, and then the center of your chest, and a third down on your stomach. “I don’t know if you’re insatiable or if I’m just that good,” he teases, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton and nipping at the crease of your thigh.

“It’s just you,” you tell him. “You drive me crazy, Rog, god-”

Roger moves back up to kiss you properly. “I drive you crazy? God, Y/N, do you even know what you do to me?” He laughs, breathless, and adds, “Good thing we got together, or who knows what sort of mess we would’ve ended up in eventually.”

Your heart skips a beat and you grin at Roger and say, “Together, huh?”

Roger’s eyes go wide. “I- I mean, if you want, I just thought-”

You reach down for Roger’s cock, giving it one long, slow stroke to cut off the rest of his babbling. Roger groans and ducks his head, rocking his hips even after you hold your hand still around him.

“I love you, and I love the sound of us being together,” you tell him. “But right now I’d really love it if you just fucked me already.”

That startles a laugh out of Roger and he rolls out of your grip to grab the lube and a condom. “Alright, alright, you don’t have to twist my arm.”

He goes to slick his fingers but you stop him before he can. “Don’t need that, you got me open enough earlier.”

“Fuck, Y/N, you sure?” Roger asks, though he’s already tearing open the condom and rolling it over his cock.

“Roger, listen to me,” you say. “I love you and I love that you want to do this properly for once, but if you don’t get inside me in the next two seconds I’m gonna-”

The rest of your empty threat is cut off as Roger pushes into you, slow but insistent, rocking into you more gently than you’re used to from him. It reminds you of the tenderness that he showed you the day that you first realized you were starting to have feelings for Roger.

You were scared of his gentleness then, scared of what it could mean for either of you, and you begged him to fuck you harder - but this time you don’t want harder, you don’t want rougher, you just want this. Roger’s cock fills you perfectly, and you’re sensitive enough from your earlier orgasm that each deep thrust makes you cry out.

“Love you, love you, love you,” you chant, clinging to Roger as he moves inside you, your nails digging half-moons into Roger’s shoulders

“Love you too,” Roger groans. “Love you so much, god, fuck, fuck-”

His thrusts start to get a little erratic, a little harder, and you reach down to touch yourself, knowing it won’t take much for you to come again. But Roger beats you to it, getting his fingers on your clit before you can, and you choke on a gasp, your eyes nearly rolling back into your skull as he rubs and teases at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Roger- oh, god, fuck, Rog, Rog-”

You don’t even get a chance to warn him that you’re about to come. Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, catching you off-guard and startling a loud cry of pleasure out of you, vision nearly whiting out as you’re overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Roger groans at the sight and sound of you coming undone beneath him. “Fuck, you’re so good, so fucking good, love you, Y/N, love you so fucking much-” he babbles, his movements starting to get sloppy as he chases his own orgasm.

You capture his lips in a kiss and do your best to tighten around him. “Come for me, baby, c’mon now,” you pant against Roger’s mouth and he finally does with a loud moan, his kisses turning sloppy and his hips stuttering into you, each movement sending sparks of overstimulated pleasure skittering down your spine.

Roger finally pulls out, tossing the condom somewhere over the side of the bed before collapsing next to you. When you’ve slept with Roger in the past you would always be afraid to move in too close, or else spend too much time overanalyzing what the tiniest of his actions meant to enjoy the afterglow. Now you don’t hesitate to snuggle up against his side, sighing in contentment as Roger throws an arm around your waist and holds you close.

“Should get cleaned up at some point,” you mumble.

Roger presses a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “Later. Or tomorrow. You don’t have any plans, do you?”

“For tomorrow?” you ask. Roger nods; you can feel the movement of it against your bare skin. “No, nothing.”

“Good.” Roger gives you a soft smile. “Stay then. Not just tonight but tomorrow too, I mean.”

You smile back at him, feeling lazy and content and so in love that it makes your whole chest ache with happiness. “I’ll stay. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Stay forever then,” Roger says. “I love you, and I don’t want you to ever leave again.”

You lean in and kiss Roger, and he meets you halfway. It’s sleepy and gentle and perfect, and all you want to have for the rest of your life. “Yeah,” you breathe. “I think I can do that.”

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 54)

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Times are tough right now, aren’t they, folks? We all deserve a bit of fun smut to distract us for a while. So yeah, this chapter isn’t entirely smut, but its mostly... Specific tags: semi-public, oral, first-times

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(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

The next time I saw Arthur was after a couple of days, and he had just got back to camp and was trimming his beard. I hadn't seen him arrive since I was busy chopping vegetables, thankfully my leg was healed enough to stand on comfortably and I was taking advantage of my returning mobility by helping out. I still needed a cane to walk to give me that extra sense of stability, it was more because I was scared of tripping and landing on my wounds than an actual necessity.

I approached Arthur when I was done with the vegetables and Pearson no longer required my help.

"Hi stranger," I said, sidling up to him. I made him jump a bit by accident, and he turned to look at me.

"Oh, hey, it's nice to see you moving about, that leg's getting better," he commented, "I'm sorry I ain't been back in a couple days, I had stuff to do over in Annesburg and I didn't wanna keep riding back and forth, not through Murfree country," he explained.

"Oh, of course, can't be mad at you taking care of yourself. You bumped into any since we've been staying here?" I asked. He paused for a moment.

"Yes," he said, but offered no elaboration. I didn't prod. "I'm heading down to the river for a bath before I leave you again," he said, his tone lightening up as he changed the subject.

"What you gotta do next?" I questioned. He brushed his fingers over his chin, dusting away stray clippings of hair.

"I gotta meet Sadie and Dutch in Saint Denis," he told me, putting down his scissors. Saint Denis! His insistence on tempting fate by going back there again boggled my mind until he told me his reasons. "Colm's being hanged."

"Colm O'Driscoll?" I balked. Arthur nodded. "Oh, my. And you're going there to watch?"

"I'm going there to make damn sure it happens. This ain't the first time he's been dangled off a rope, somehow his boys always manage to get him out of there. This time, he ain't getting away."

"I'd love to come watch," I told him. Oh, to see the man who'd caused Arthur so much pain and caused the gang so much trouble swinging from the gallows, to hear his neck snap as the floor opened up, to see the colour drain from his face and the motion cease in his body…

"You wouldn't," Arthur snorted, knowing me far too well.

"The idea of it appeals, but right, I've never been able to watch that kind of thing," I admitted with a chuckle. Every time I happened to be passing a public hanging, I'd look the other way as soon as the lever was pulled. The truth is no matter what that sicko had done, watching death was not something I could take satisfaction in.

"You coming to uh, keep watch while I bathe?" He asked after a moment, his voice quiet.

"What am I watching, you?" I teased.

"I ain't fussed where your eyes go as long as there ain't no nasty fellers passing by trying to start some funny business while I ain't got nowhere comfortable to holster a gun," he chuckled.

I giggled and nodded, "I got your back."

"Come on then," he jerked his head and picked up a towel and some soap, and we headed down the slope towards the river. We walked down a ways until the area felt excluded enough, and Arthur held onto my arm the whole time to make sure I didn't slip.

I sat down on a nearby rock as Arthur stripped bare, leaving his clothes with me. I smiled at his tan-deprived buttocks as he waded into the water, hissing at the cool temperature, his body tensing.

"How's the water?" I asked sarcastically.

"Let's just say there's a reason I ain't turning 'round yet," he said, his voice a little jerky as he shivered. I frowned.

"Why's that?" I asked in genuine curiosity. He laughed aloud.

"Never mind," he was quick to reply, then turned to face me once his lower half was submerged in the water.

"Hmm," I hummed aloud, still frowning.

"You'd be coming in with me if it weren't for the dressing on your leg," he said, changing the subject.

"Why, do I stink?" I asked with a laugh.

"No, not that I've noticed," he smirked at me. "But I could've just got used to it, you never know," he teased.

"Don't even joke about it, that might be true."

"If it is, we all reek. Don't worry about it," he shrugged in amusement, then dipped down under the water and scrubbed at his hair, rising up and shaking a spray of water in all directions. He lifted his hands, "throw the soap?"

I tossed it, watching it plop into the water a short distance from his outstretched hands. He sighed and crouched, reaching around underwater for it, trying to grab it before the current took it away.

"Sorry, I never said I could throw," I called.

"You can shoot an arrow straighter than I can and yet you can't throw a bar of soap?" He questioned. I smiled at him and shrugged. He managed to find it, and scrubbed the thing over his chest and under his armpits.

"So what have you been doing while you've been out?" I asked. He blew out a stream of air through pursed lips and met my eyes.

"A couple of jobs. I helped get those stolen horses back for Eagle Flies, then yesterday I went along with Bill to Van Horn," he told me, then dropped his gaze down and started washing his legs, "stagecoach thing. Explosives. Nothing good or exciting, I assure you."

"Charles said you met someone in Annesburg," I said. He hummed and nodded.

"I saw someone I recognised when I took that girl home. Went to check it out," he said, his expression a little tense, "Mrs. Downes. Her husband owed us money, died before I could collect it. This was months ago. She paid off the last of the debt and now she's– well, she's doing things she shouldn't have to be doing just to get by."

Arthur was ashamed, I could see it on his face.

"I've tried to offer her some help but she ain't ever gonna forgive me, I know that," he added, and I nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, you can't change other people's feelings," I said softly, and he nodded.

"I don't… necessarily want her forgiveness. I just wanted to do something good for her, maybe help her get out of where she is– ain't a nice place for a lady and her son," he said, then looked a little nervous to say the next thing, "I, uh, I gave her some money. Not too much, just…" he trailed off.

"That was kind," I told him, and he stared at me for some time. I frowned a bit.

He recognised my confusion and cleared his throat. "Was worried you might be a little upset that I gave her money when I should be saving for you an' me."

"I said I'd let you do what you gotta do. This included. I ain't mad, Arthur, money ain't anything I care about," I shrugged my shoulders and he watched me for a while before relaxing.

"You're a good lady, a real good one. I don't deserve–"

"Don't start," I rolled my eyes and smirked in amusement, cutting him off before he could go there. I fought the grin trying to spread across my face and looked down to tweak the buttons on Arthur's shirt, smoothing my fingers over the fabric.

"Hey," he said, "look at me."

I did as he asked, meeting his eyes.

"Once this is over you and me are gonna have the rest of our lives together," he told me. "We just gotta stop ourselves getting impatient."

"The rest of our lives," I repeated, letting the grin take over. "I hope I get to see you become an old, old man."

"What'chu on about? I am an old man," he gestured to his broad chest and soft yet toned stomach with his muscular arms and I cocked a brow at him.

"You ain't old. I mean Uncle-old," I said, "at the very least."

"I ain't too sprightly," he shook his head. "I'm not like Uncle just yet but I'm sure starting to feel my age."

"Christ, Arthur, how old are you, exactly?"

He had to think for a moment. "Thirty-six. I think," he shrugged one shoulder.

"Thirty-six. And you're talking like you're in your fifties," I shook my head at him. He snorted and looked away, stretching as he tried to scrub his back with the soap.

I admired the way his arms and chest worked with his movements, pressing my lips together to resist the indulgent smile that wanted to appear. I wondered if it was bad of me to enjoy watching him so much, the poor man was only trying to bathe.

"You sure don't look like an old man," I told him, my voice coming out lower and a damn sight more sultry than I intended.

"Mm?" He hummed lightly, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"You look… handsome."

"Why'd you hesitate before you said that?" He let out a breathy laugh, his hand moving under water, between his legs, looking indecent only because I'd chosen to see it that way once my mind had begun to turn down an inappropriate path.

"Because handsome don't feel like the right word. Handsome is when you're wearing a nice shirt and vest, and you've put a little pomade in your hair," I explained, tilting my head, pausing as he ducked under water briefly again to scrub at his face and hair. "But when you're all wet and your hair's messy… I sure like looking at it but it's a different kind of nice," I grinned.

"That's pretty complicated," he teased me, beginning to emerge from the water, apparently satisfied that he was clean. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

"You ain't gotta be shy," I told him playfully when he cupped his privates with his hands, not allowing me a single glimpse of his entire body.

"I'm not shy," he chuckled, but still didn't move his hands. I looked around, the area was completely void of passers by, there wasn't an easy path close by so I doubted anyone would ever see him.

"It's just me," I reassured him, holding the towel towards him when he got close enough, swapping it for the soap.

"That's my point. It ain't a modesty thing, it's a pride thing. I don't wanna put any pictures in your head," he laughed, scrubbing the towel over his body, always careful not to flash a glimpse.

"I am so confused," I said slowly, shaking my head like an idiot.

Arthur was flushed since I'd basically cornered him into explaining. "The water's real cold, princess. Some things... get a little smaller. You don't need to see nothing."

"I'm perfectly satisfied with the size of everything on your body, I couldn't possibly be disappointed by anything you could show me," I smirked. "Come a little closer."

"Why?" He asked suspiciously.

"I won't look. But maybe I could…" I trailed off, my eyes dropping to the towel. "I could warm you up a little."

"You being dirty, sweetheart?" His face was a mix of surprise and amusement.

"I'm in the mood for it," I admitted.

"Out here?" His voice raised in pitch.

"You opposed to that?"

Arthur glanced around. "Not really," he said, scrubbing the towel under his arms, still keeping the bottom of it hanging down over his groin.

"Come here then," I purred, and he slowly closed the gap. He stood just in front of me, his knees close to mine. He watched me intensely as my hand slid under the edge of the towel, my fingertips walking like little legs up his inner thigh.

I could tell he wasn't breathing, but he let out an audible hiss of breath when my hand wrapped around him. I looked up at him to see his eyes flutter closed momentarily as I began to gently play with him, brushing my hand back and forth, rubbing my thumb in a feather light dance over the tip.

"What– what're we doing? You want to lie down with me, want me to take you out here?" He questioned, his voice shaking a touch.

"I want to play around, try something," I told him. "You ever had a lady use her mouth to make you feel nice?"

"Fuck, only once," he breathed.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes," he nodded easily and I smiled.

"I liked it when you did it to me," I whispered.

"You want that now? I can– I'm real happy to, I like doin' it," he stammered out, his cock filling out in my hand, twitching upright, lengthening.

"I'm not asking you to do anything, I just want to play, for now," I told him.

I brushed the towel aside, exposing him. He didn't stop me and I leaned forwards to his belly, pressing kisses to his warm, soft flesh, moving sideways under his chest, lingering at the shallow hollow beneath his rib cage. I breathed over him, tilting my head until my forehead pressed against his chest. I looked down at my hand as it moved over him, and I paused briefly to slick my palm with spit. Arthur moved the towel completely, draping it over his shoulders as he hummed out his first audible moan.

"This nice?" I asked, returning my lips to his body, kissing down over his abdomen, the toned line down the centre towards his navel. He exhaled his confirmation without hesitation.

His abs flexed when I brushed over a sensitive, ticklish part of his belly and a low, sudden grunt sounded above me. I brought my free hand to his body, stroking it up over his chest, my palms feeling the firm peaks of his nipples before I slid my hand all the way down. It slipped between his thighs, cupping and fondling him as my other hand picked up the pace over his shaft. My heart began to pound, and I turned my eyes upwards to see him watching me closely. His hand brushed over my cheek, up to my temple and through my hair. I exhaled softly at his pleasant touch, closing my eyes and kissing down lower, beneath his navel, down to where his hair became thicker and more coarse until my hand knocked into my chin and I realised how close I was…

"Jesus Christ," Arthur exhaled almost inaudibly, his fingers burying themselves in my hair, scratching lightly at the base of my skull. "I feel like I'm gonna cum before you even start, watching you's getting me so worked up," he whispered. The corner of my lips lifted in satisfaction.

I loosened my hold on his cock, thumbed at the head and smeared the slick that gathered there as I slid my hand right down to the base. I watched as it twitched when the cool air met it, and heard Arthur's small, growl of a moan. I opened my mouth a little and tilted my head, leaning in to press a lingering open-mouthed kiss to the side of his cock, low down beside my hand. Arthur made a sound mighty close to a whimper and he rocked forwards on the balls of his feet momentarily before dropping back and letting out a stuttered breath. Warmth flooded and pounded between my legs and in my cheeks as I saw how aroused he was, how starved for the pleasure I could give him he was becoming.

I kissed him again, and again, moving up his length towards the tip, where my lips lingered with the kiss. I turned my head to and fro, dragging my lips over the slick head and feeling his arousal coating my lips like rouge. Arthur released a series of high pitched ah's and I pulled back to look into his eyes as I made a show of licking my lips. I didn't know what to expect but the flavour that hit me was a mild one, just a little salty, and I resisted the instinct to make a content hum as if I'd just tried a new kind of food.

"Fuck, fuck," he whispered, licking his own lips and fidgeting on his feet. His cock twitched in my hand again, and a clear stringy bead oozed from the tip, dripping down before I could attempt to catch it with my tongue.

"Oh my God," I breathed, my whole body tingling with intense, unignorable arousal.

I pushed forward, drawing my tongue over his cock, right down to my hand before tilting my head and retreating right back up to the tip. I encircled my lips around the end of it, immediately gaining a gasp and a jolt of Arthur's hips. I let out a sultry laugh at his reaction and he wailed out like he was going to cry. I'd never seen him like it before, not so intensely.

"Please," he begged, his voice low and husky. Please? Please what? I thought to myself, sliding my lips down a little more. "Ah, fuck, that's it, princess. Good girl. How much can you– you're going real far, shit," he commented as I slowly took more of him into my mouth, being careful to keep my teeth away.

I soon felt like I'd start to retch if I went any further and I froze, how on earth was I meant to tend to his entire cock? Was I even doing it right? It was supposed to go this far into my mouth, wasn't it? I was only assuming. I began to feel nervous, heart rate galloping again. I slid my lips back over the head, and he groaned when the tight ring of my mouth slid back and forth over the most sensitive part of him, and my hand began to stroke the rest of him. I sucked a little as I pulled back and Arthur's moan was loud and unbridled, so I did it a few more times, producing more and more intense reactions until I lifted my eyes to meet his, and suddenly the hand on my head pulled me off.

He gasped, tensed, cock pulsating.

"S-sorry, I nearly came and I didn't– fuck, it feels so good I don't want it to be over yet," he told me, and I let the relief slow my heart, for a moment I feared I'd done something wrong. "Okay… okay I'm good," he told me after a moment and I returned to him, taking him back into my mouth and sliding down.

I went a little further than before, trying hard to relax so that I wouldn't gag. It was hard, my mouth watered profusely and I tried to swallow what I could before I started drooling all over the place like a mess. The act squeezed the muscles at the back of my mouth around him and Arthur's hips rocked forwards a bit as he growled out. I coughed as my gag reflex was triggered and I withdrew.

"Shit, princess, I never meant to do that. You alright?" He questioned, cupping my face and tilting my head up to look at him. I nodded licking my lips and looking into his eyes, watching them soften in concern before shifting into something more sultry and aroused at the sight of me. "Do you want to stop?" He asked, despite his clear enjoyment.

"No, I like it. Just don't– try not to do that again. It'd be real embarrassing if I threw up," I laughed, out of breath.

"I won't, I promise I'll have more control over myself," he whispered, stroking the sides of my head as I trailed my tongue around the head of his cock, then up and down the sides slowly, hearing his little hums and groans returning. "I'll warn you when I'm about to… I won't do it in your mouth," he told me.

I hummed against the underside of his cock as I lifted it up, peeking up at him past his length. "I thought that was the idea of this," I murmured.

"Not… not always. You don't have to," he said, shaking his head and looking down at me with glazed eyes.

"What if I want it?" I asked, tilting my head at him as I jerked him quickly, letting the head of his cock brush over my lips.

"Then you ain't gonna be waiting long, you keep talking like that," he shuddered, his eyes closing for a moment before opening again.

"I want to try," I whispered, flashing a sultry smile, "I always wondered what you tasted like."

"Oh fuck," he whined, breathing heavily. I wrapped my lips around him, chased my hand up and down his length with them, sucking on the draw back, using my other hand to play with his balls. "Ohh, I'm gonna cum," he sighed.

I moaned around him, spurred on. I was surprised at how much I was enjoying myself, how much gratification pleasuring him provided me with, my body throbbed and pulsed with pleasure and I felt so slick between my legs I must've soaked my drawers by then.

"Oh baby, I love you, I love you so goddamn much," Arthur panted, his hand stroking back over my hair over and over, "I'm gonna– fuck, almost there. Almost– I'm cumming!" His voice was strangled as his cock started to throb and twitch inside my mouth.

I felt a sudden flood of liquid, it hit the roof of my mouth and flowed down over my tongue, filling my mouth with a flavour far stronger than I'd tasted before, definitely salty, a little bitter. I swallowed it down as a knee-jerk reaction, mainly to get the foreign texture out of my mouth. My eyes closed in concentration as I drank him down with each throb and pump of his cock, until he was spent, just twitching rhythmically as his loud moans died down. I pumped my lips over him a few more times, wringing the last sparks and shudders from him before tonguing away any residual spend from his tip, opening my eyes to meet his.

"Jesus, fuck, princess," he sighed, sagging a little on his feet, swaying a bit.

I was breathless, staring up at him as my whole body buzzed with an indecent yet wonderful thrill. I was suddenly very shocked at myself, performing such an intimate and dirty act, and getting such a release from it that wasn't like an orgasm, but it was certainly something. I received a special kind of satisfaction and gratification when Arthur spilled into my mouth, riding waves of his own pleasure that I had brought him.

Arthur recovered, panting as he bent down, tilting my head up and kissing me hard, his tongue probing enough for him to surely taste himself. He quickly dropped to his knees, dirtying himself up on the ground. As he kissed me his hands went to my skirt, lifting. I jolted and grabbed his hands to stop him. He must've forgotten about my current condition, I was bleeding, in no fit state to have such attention.

"No?" He questioned lightly, not needing to string together a whole question for us to communicate. I shook my head.

"I only wanted to do you," I whispered.

He carefully placed his hands on my thighs and nuzzled his face into my neck, inhaling and kissing between words. "I'd like to do you," he returned, tone a low hum, "you don't want me to?"

"I'm satisfied," I whispered. "Besides, you know I can't," I added sheepishly. He seemed to remember, exhaling quietly.

"It's okay," he nodded, drawing back. "How was that?"

"What we just did?" I breathed, smiled. Arthur nodded. "I liked it."

"You did?"

"You seemed to enjoy it a lot, and that really does something for me," I admitted, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I did enjoy it a whole lot, you're real good to me," he pecked my forehead.

"You're gonna need another bath, kneeling in the mud like that," I warned, and with a groan he pushed himself to his feet. He sighed as he dusted his hands over his knees, not at all shy about standing naked so close to me, especially in comparison to earlier on.

I didn't think when I reached out and pressed my hand to his chest, stroking down and feeling his muscles, humming pleasantly to myself.

"You sure you don't need taking care of?" He smirked, seeing my handsyness for exactly what it was. There was no denying I was aroused. Still, the impulsive cloud had passed and I wasn't going to lift my skirts for him, despite his apparent willingness.

"I'm sure," I grinned at him, letting him go and handing him his clothes an article at a time so he could get dressed. "We should be heading back anyway, that's a long bath you just had."

Arthur hummed in agreement, flashing me a dirty smile.

Arthur left to meet Sadie and Dutch after having a quick bite to eat; a lump of pork he cooked over the fire himself on the end of his knife. He kissed me goodbye by the horses and I wished him luck, telling him to give Colm a wave goodbye from me. I spent the remainder of my day doing chores and trying not to scratch at my leg where it had entered the itching phase of the healing process; at least it no longer hurt.

I was taking a break with a cup of water and a little bit of chocolate Pearson had snuck me from the back of his wagon, I was discreet in eating it. There was not enough to share and it'd been so long since I'd eaten chocolate, I decided to be a bit selfish. So when I saw Tilly approaching, I shoved the last tiny piece into my mouth, screwing up the wrapper and pocketing it.

"Why's it look like I've caught you doing something you shouldn't?" She smiled playfully at me as she got closer.

"Cause I'm sitting down doing nothing, don't you feel bad whenever you take a break?"

"Not at all," she huffed a laugh. She stretched out her arm, handing a letter to me. "This came for Arthur. Would you give it to him?"

"Course," I said, looking at the handwriting on the front of the letter. I knew who it was from.

"I think it's from Mary," she said with a bit of an unimpressed tone. I nodded in agreement. "God knows what it is this time."

"I'm a little shocked. When we saw her last things seemed to get wrapped up, Arthur told her how it was," I hummed, and Tilly sighed.

"Feels like there's something inside it," she noted. There was a hard lump between the layers of paper, and a squeeze had me recognising the shape. My eyes widened a bit.

"I think she got the message," I murmured, "it's a ring."

"Oh," Tilly's brows raised, "ouch. She didn't have to send it back, that seems a little… why make a thing of it?"

"I don't know," I shook my head, "maybe she thinks Arthur could do with the money," I snorted.

"Mm, maybe," she said, her tone low. "With a stroke of luck, that'll be the last he hears from her," she patted my shoulder, and with a sigh I slipped the letter into the pocket of my jacket. Tilly went to leave but I called after her.

"Hey, Tilly. You mind sitting for a second?"

She hesitated, only out of surprise, then turned back and took the seat next to me. "Sure, what's up?"

"Nothing, really, I just– how're you feeling?"

"Me? Well, you know, I'm just trying to get through each day just like everyone else. This place is like purgatory, though. I'm not liking it one bit," she told me with a heavy sigh, shaking her head and looking out across the camp.

"What do you think's gonna happen?"

"I think Dutch will figure it out. He always does."

"You think he still can? My understanding is this is far worse than it's ever been for the gang," I tentatively suggested, trying to figure out how much confidence she had in him after all that happened.

"I think he'll do his best, and he's never let us down before. He came back to us after Guarma, didn't he? He and the boys could've not looked back, sailed on off to some other country where the law wouldn't know nothing about 'em," she pointed out and I bobbed my head in consideration. Dutch, Micah, Bill… possibly Javier, I could see doing that if things were dire enough. But Arthur? Even if I didn't exist, I doubted he would leave the gang so stranded.

"I suppose so," I said anyway. "You really believe in Dutch, don't you?"

"Right now, I have to," she said, almost sadly. I rubbed my hand up and down her arm briefly. "What about you; how're you feeling?"

"I'm alright," I nodded, "I reckon I'll be fine as long as Arthur keeps on coming back. This is all way over my head, way more than I expected when I joined. But I'm sticking with it, just thinking of what's important."

"And what about Dutch? Do you trust him?" She asked. I was quiet for a moment, my eyes locked with hers for a few long seconds.

"Well, it's like you said. He'll do his best. The rest of us? We'll just… follow," I said quietly. Tilly's lips parted, but she closed them again and nodded slowly.

"Anyway, I better get back to my chores," she told me, putting on a small smile. I nodded and watched as she got up and headed away, glancing over her shoulder at me once.

I sighed and dropped my head into my palms.

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Sinner

Genre: smut, Lucifer au

Words: 2147

Paring: Lucifer Taehyung x reader

Warning!: mentions of suicide and bullying, (selling your soul to lucifer?), oral (m receiving), degrading language, dirty talk, choking, saliva, penetrativ sex, (demon cock?), Master kink, light bondage (chains, how fun), touching of cervix, overstimulation (fainting because of it), brusing, hickeys, slight cock warming, a lot of cum.

a/n: So this is the most extrem thing I have every written and I feel extremly dirty but oh well…and chains, how fun.

Gif is not mine

Wings spread from his back like black thunder clouds. The hair on his head was brighter than the sun, contrasting everything about him. His eyes blue as kristals. It was not how you thought he would look. You had expected horns from his head and a tail from his back, but he was an angel from the beginning. A smirk graced his god like features, chin resting in his hand, skin glowing. The crown on his head was big, magnific. Gold almost blending into his hair. Clothed in black and red of blood, he looked beautiful.

“So, human, how come you are here? In hell and still breathing?” his voice was deeper than the oceans, licking up your burning skin. Why were you here? To beg, to plead, to do anything.

“I..I want to ask for a life..” he raised an eyebrow at you, interest showing in his dangerous eyes.

“As in death or reborn?” he voiced the question with mock, sure that you were here with a polluted heart. Tears formed in your eyes, hair falling over your face, fear and regret growing into your soul.

“As in someone to survive..” you whispered, meeting him again. Lucifer sat on his throne, looking down at you like he looked down at the world. “To live again”

Taehyung clicked his tongue, pondering about what you had done to be this desperate. He was sure you already knew that you wouldn’t leave this place alive. So why do it? No human can feel so much love, to give their own life to him for someones.

“Why?” the question rang in your ears, like the time you first realised what you had done, who you had killed because you were afraid, a coward.

“Because she deserves to live and I don’t..”your voice broke, guilt like Taehyung never heard before.

“Tell me, human, what did you do?” images played in your mind, every old wound ripping open again to bleed.

Taehyung saw what was in your head, the story of friends and one who turned away. The girl you wanted to save was your old best friend and someone you made the mistake of losing because of the want to fit in. Your friend had been bullied by the people you called your new ones. She had tried to get your help, slowly falling to pieces everytime your turned your back. Time wasn’t your friend, nor hers, and she finally broke. Taehyung saw the suicide, he saw her leave for heaven and he saw your soul shattering the second she stopped breathing. When you looked at Taehyung again was his gaze darker than death itself.

“You killed her. You have sinned” you cried silently, not denying anything because it was true.

“And you want me to take your soul for hers?” you nodded, staring at him, pleading for him to accept. She had always wanted to be a doctor to save lives, she had always wanted to live, and you took it from her. That was what led you to your knees before Lucifer, selling yourself to him.

“It will hurt, will be miserable for you” he watched you for any change but you just nodded, already knowing it.

“Okay human..I’ll take your offer” something sinister grew in his eyes, a feeling of being suffocated with it.

You gasped and thrashed on the floor, crying your eyes out. It hurt so much but Taehyung smiled, liking your pain a little more than others. He knew what he wanted from you and he knew you would fall for him, you were a mere human woman. They always fell for lust, and they fell hard. A scream ripped through you, tearing everything you were with it. You fell limp against the floor, only to see leather shoes before your burning eyes.

“It’s done. She is alive, breathing” you smiled, eyes falling shut as if you were dying. You felt at peace for the first time in years but it didn’t last, it would never.

“You are mine now. You are for me to do what I want” Taehyung yanked you by your hair, eyes glowing and staring at the pureness of your unmarked throat. Fear ran through your spine but you were his, and was to submit to his desires.

“Yes master” Taehyung smirked at your words, already having broken you. The way you looked at him did things to him, you were under his complet control.

“Good girl. Now come” you moved after him, staring at his broad shoulder, feeling oddly out of feelings.

Taehyung sat down, you kneeling between his legs without him having to say it. He grinned down at you, at how good you listened. A hand patted your head, as if you were a dog, maybe you were one now. Lucifer dragged his fingers down to your chin, grabbing it with his thumb and index finger, making you look at his lusty gaze.

“You have fallen, little hum-, I mean little slut..” he looked proudly at your glossy eyes, at the way he saw your body reacting from him. “You will please me, right?”

You nodded, hands running over his muscular thighs, stopping over his semi hiding behind fabric. Taehyung kept his fingers laced in your hair, nodding for you to keep going. You listened to the silent command, grabbing his cock. It was big, textured. Your hands looked small around it but just the sight of it throbbing had you craving sins.

“Go on slut..Make your master feel good” Taehyung whispered, dragging your lips closer to him.

“Yes master” you moved your hands up and down his cock, feeling every bump, every vein. Taehyung groaned, gripping harder at you hair. You knew you should hurry up and suck him but couldn’t really make yourself do it.

“Come on, put your pretty little lips around me” you hesitated for a second and in return felt a hard tug at your roots, making you hurry to enclose his cock with your mouth.

Taehyung sighed happily at the feeling of you around him, sucking and moving up and down like it was your only call to please him. You sucked mostly at his tip, afraid to take all of him. He would definitely choke you but Taehyung didn’t care, only grabbed the sides of your hair and pushing all of himself deep down your throat. You had been right, his whole length made you choke and gag around him, saliva dripping around your whole chin and tears falling over your cheeks. Taehyung loved the mess you were, how you struggled to take him like a good slut. His own thoughts made him moan. He kept moving, giving you mere seconds to swallow, before moving back down your throat. Your sight blurred slightly when Taehyung let out a growl, shaking you to the core. His cum tasted bitter on your tongue but you didn’t mind, finally being able to breathe.

“Swallow it all” you did, every last drop. Your throat felt dry and hurt but the air which flew down to your lungs was overpowering it. You coughed, teary eyes looking up at Taehyung, who could burst again at the sight.

Your hair was messy and saliva still dropped down your mouth. He dragged you up, placing you on his lap, eyes deep with lingering lust.

“What a good slut you are” he caressed down your arms, taken by how your body moved for him. You weren’t like the others, you were better.

“Thank you master” the voice which left you was hoarse and you cold feel its rawness.

“Would you like an reward? For being so good?” wetness pooled in your panties, something you gasped at. Taehyung smiled dangerously and you shivered.

“Yes master” he hummed pleased. Hands moving to the collar of your shirt, noting to get you a dog collar later. The fabric ripped easily, leaving your upper part exposed, the bra having been destroyed as well.

Taehyung leaned forward, taking a deep breath of your scent. You tensed in his lap, a wet feeling dragging up the side of your neck. Lucifer licked over your whole throat, leaving mark after mark, having you gasping every time. His hands grabbed your nipples, hard. You arched your back, pushing your chest deeper into his hands. Taehyung chuckled against your collarbone, your fingers grabbing his hair. He growled into your skin, pinching a nipple as a warning.

“Behave you slut or burn” you dropped your hands, clutching the fabric of your skirt. You panted, desperate for more, already burning.

Taehyung kept going on your nipples while you did everything you could to sit still and not move against his rugged thighs.

“P-please master…Please touch me”you mewled out, dripping in sweat and arousal. Taehyung chuckled, leaving your chest to stare at the pain you were in.

“What a needy slut, who just talks back. Why would I make you feel good? You’re my slut” you lowered your gaze, shaking , trying to behave but it was hard, your pussy spasming around nothing. You could see his cock and it was hard, he wanted this too but had more control.

“I-I’m sorry master, please forgive me” Taehyung chuckled at your voice, it was practically dripping cum already.

“Are you really?”

“Yes master. I’m truly sorry” he pushed you of, laughing at the way you stumbled before finding your balance.

“Well then, strip” you did, dropping the last pieces of clothing and standing before his dark gaze. Taehyung could see how you were dripping wet.

“Come here” he couldn’t help but to chuckle at how fast you moved, eager to get pleased.

Taehyung grabbed both your wrist, trying them with chains. You stared wide eyed at him, suddenly feeling your arms raise over your head, a new chain from the roof keeping your hands over your head. You felt so naked before, even more than just being naked. He saw right through you. Taehyung smirked at you, the restraints adding to his pleasure.

“Master..What is this?” you asked so innocently, Taehyung hardened all the way. His fingers captured your face again.

“I can’t have you touching me slut..” you whimpered, everything tingling to touch him.

Taehyung pulled you closer until you sat in his lap again, straddling his hips, cock tip against your wet folds. You bit your lips, tears spilling from your eyes in pure despair. Your body had betrayed you, now only wanting to be touch my his sinful body.

“I understand master. I’m sorry”Taehyung smiled, gripping your hips. You wouldn’t be able to touch him but the restrains shouldn’t hurt too much.

“You’re mine right?”

“Yes master, I’m yours to whatever with” you gasped at the feeling of his tip pushing closer to the neglected hole.

You threw your head backwards at the feeling of his whole cock deep in your cunt. Every bump adding uncountable amount of pleasure. You saw white the second he was seated in you. Taehyung felt you pulsate around him, mouth hanging open. He couldn’t see your eye because they had rolled back into your head. You felt like you could die from all the pleasure.

“Come on slut..I haven’t even moved yet” you shock at the powerful thrust, a scream in pleasure and pain staging through you when he hit your cervix.

You gripped at the chains as Taehyung pounded into you, always kissing your cervix and g-spot. You came mere seconds after he had begun moving but he didn’t stop, Taehyung would cum in you and you just had to take it. You screamed and moaned, falling slack against the chains just to tense for another orgasm ripping through your body.

“P-please master!” you screamed, pleading for Taehyung to spare you only to feel him cum in the depths of you.

You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out. Taehyung moan loud for you, bucking his hips against yours as he came so much your stomach swelled lightly. You felt it penetrating your cervix, white shining before your eyes once again. Shock waves went through you, clamping on his cock until his last drops of cum was inside you. You grugled out a last moan before fainting.

Taehyung stared at you body, still deep in you, cum dripping down your thighs. You were bruised and worn out, body on its breaking point, and he loved it. He stayed in you, glad you came so selflessly to him because now that you were in his grasp, would you never escape. He felt his cock growing in you but you stayed out of it, which weren’t fun at all. Taehyung caressed your body, even if you weren’t something special, couldn’t he help but lust for you, his slut to do what he please with, his sinner to corrupt beyond saving.

“Oh you’re my sinner”

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