#he never wasted time on any of that small talk shit. he ate the pussy then ghosted. king👑

[paint-it-dead]

me: i want a relationship so bad man. why does nobody want me💔

me when somebody attempts to flirt with me:

[jaesqueso]

Relax (m)

I do not own any rights on the above image (found on weheartit).

pairing: co-worker!taeyong x fem!reader

summary: You're feeling very stressed with work so Taeyong drops by to help you relax

word count: 1,618

warnings: oral sex (receiving), fingering, office smut

a/n: just because I have this crazy idea that Taeyong gives great head! (sue me) anyways, do give me some feedback please! ❤︎

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Swamped. That’s how you’ve been feeling in your work for the past two weeks. One of your colleagues quit her job and left the company right as you two were about to finish a big project and since your boss was having trouble finding a replacement for her it was up to you to do all the work. On one hand it was better that you didn’t have to waste time explaining the whole project to someone new so close to the deadline, but on the other you could really use the extra help. These days you felt like you barely left the office, coming in early in the morning, leaving late at night, crashing in bed as soon as you get home.

Today was the worst day of all as you’ll have to present the project on the next day, and you felt like you still had so much to do, maybe this time you will actually have to stay the night and run home for a quick shower in the morning before the meeting.

Too focused on your computer screen and the papers scattered all over you desk you barely notice the knock on your door.

“Y/N?” You look up and see a head poking through the door.

“Mr Lee.” You greet Taeyong as he steps into your office, closing the door behind him. You look at the clock in your wall and realise it’s already an hour past your regular exit time.

“Another late night?” He worried looking at your tired eyes. “You really shouldn’t be doing this to yourself, you should go home and rest.”

“Oh I can’t…” you lower your head and rub your temples. “I still have so much to do, I’m not even sure I can finish it, I’m starting to second guess every single decision I’ve made so far…”

“Hey,” he moves closer to your desk, “You’re gonna do great, you always do.”

“What if this time I don’t?” You look up at him. “I don’t want to let everybody down…”

“You’re not going to,” he smiles gently as he continues “they put you in charge of this project because they trust you, so you should trust yourself too.”

“But what if I mess it up? I can’t lose that promotion…” you look back at your papers trying to refocus on your work. This project could be your way up in the company and you’ve been working so hard for it you can’t mess up now.

“Well, if it’s up to me you’ll still get it.” Taeyong is part of the management team, although he’s not directly your boss he will have a say in that promotion you are longing for, he’s even going to attend your presentation the following day along with the other members of the board. You two occasionally saw each other in the office making the typical co-worker small talk, but over the last two weeks you got a bit closer as he usually left the company later than everybody else and you pulling extra hours every day. He always made sure to walk you to your car, doing an effort to get to know you better. You weren’t sure about his intentions but you were keen to keep your relation as professional as possible as you didn’t want to cross any line and compromise your job. Yes, he is damn handsome, but you wouldn’t dare making a move. With time you realised that behind this cool and relaxed attitude he has on a daily basis, he is a very hard working man and got where he is through his blood sweat and tears. He quickly became someone you really admire.

“Well, I want to get it because I deserve it and I did a job, not because I persuaded the board.” You smile at him, quickly looking back to your computer.

“You mean you’ve let other managers walk you to your car too? And here I was thinking I’m special!” He pretends to be hurt and offended.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You giggle. “But, by the away, you can just go ahead today as I’ll still be here for a while.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break and relax?” He gets up and walks around your desk dragging his fingers through the borders. “I could help you out.”

“That’s very kind of you but you’re not even familiar with the project.” You keep typing on your keyboard.

“I’m not.” He walks behind your chair. “But I was actually talking about the relaxing part.”

“W-what?” You widen your eyes. He cannot mean what you think he means, you’re probably just too tired and mishearing things. “W-what do you mean-”

You stop talking as he places his hands on your shoulders giving you a soft massage. You close your eyes and slowly relax your shoulders, it feels like your are being touched by an angel. As he presses into your tension points you involuntarily let a moan slip through your lips. You open your eyes again trying to understand if he heard it.

“Does it feel that good?” Shit. You’re too embarrassed to even reply so he lowers his face next to your ear and whispers “Cause I can do even better.”

You feel the warmth of his lips against your neck. A shiver runs down your spine as his hands go down to your chest over your blouse, but you suddenly come to your senses and grab his hands stopping him from going down to your breasts.

“Mr Lee…” your voice is trembling.

“You know you can call me Taeyong out of office hours.” He rotates your chair so that you are facing him now. He kneels down in front of you and snakes a hand slowly up your skirt brushing his fingertips in the waistband of your underwear. Because you were rushing to get to work this morning you didn’t even bother to put on some tights.

“T-Taeyong…” your breathing got heavier. “This is wrong-”

“My name sounds lovely coming out of your mouth.” He stops you, slowly dragging your panties down your legs as you involuntarily lift up your hips. He then pulls you to the edge of the chair pushing up your skirt and exposing your cunt.

“We really shouldn’t do this-” you spoke these words but internally you were begging him to continue.

“I told you I’d help you relax, so don’t worry, just sit back and enjoy.” He smirks as he spreads your legs, eyes never leaving yours.

You open your mouth to say something but only gasp when he lowers his head blowing some air into your pussy realising you are already wet for him. He sticks out his tongue and takes an experimental lick. You drop your head back at the feeling. Happy with your reaction he starts sucking your clit. You clench your hands around the armrests of your chair biting your lip, too embarrassed to make a sound.

Your breathing gets heavier as he circles is tongue around your sensitive bud. You’re not sure where he got his technique from but the movements he’s making are getting you too hot too fast, it’s like he put a spell on you with his saliva mixing with your own juices.

You feel a finger teasingly brushing around you hole spreading your wetness. He then slowly pushes it inside never stopping the movements of his mouth. How does one have such coordination? As he starts pumping his finger in and out, you can no longer hold the moans trapped in your throat.

“That’s it baby, don’t hold back.” Taeyong leaves your clit only to encourage your sounds and then continues his service adding a second finger inside you.

Your moans get louder and your grip on the armrests gets tighter as you feel the orgasm build up inside you. You start to squirm around, pleasure getting too much to handle, so he wraps his free arm around your thighs holding you still. He realises you are getting close so he curls his fingers on your inner walls touching just the right place to send you over the edge.

You moan his name as you come undone, arching your back off the chair. He removes his fingers out of you but continues with his tongue to help you ride off your high. This was probably one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your life, no one ever ate you out like that.

As you come back to reality you ear a phone ringing. Not recognising the ringtone you assume it’s his. Taeyong gives your clit a last kiss and gets up removing his phone from his pants.

“What’s up?” He answers the phone putting his fingers that were just inside you on his mouth, cleaning them up looking straight into your eyes. “Sure, no problem. See ya.” He hangs up.

You then realise you are still sitting in your chair, skirt up, no panties, legs spread, your juices dripping out of you, looking like a real mess. You quickly sit up adjusting your skirt, too embarrassed to pick up your underwear from the floor.

“Well, I gotta getting going,” he says walking to the door, “but I hope you are feeling more relaxed now. If you ever need another one of those just let me know.” He winks and opens the door.

You gulp at the possibility of having his mouth pleasuring you like that again.

“Oh and by the way,” Taeyong looks back at you with a smirk before he’s about to close the door, “good luck on the presentation tomorrow, I know you’ll do great.”

Shit, the presentation!

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

you got a fetish for my love, i push you out and you come right back

summary: the softest man in the world is in love

warnings: nick is a warning. how dare he. smut. smoking (but we’re trying to get him to stop). some of that daddy shit bc ugh, that beard.

word count: around 5,320

pairing: nick vaughan x reader

a/n: let me tell you, it is weird writing nick one second, the softest, sweetest man, and then switching over to ransom, aka satan.

“You shouldn’t be smoking.”

The man with his back to you turned around, arching an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

You brought your hands up to your waist, looking as confident as you could possibly make yourself look. You didn’t have a mirror on you, but you would bet it wasn’t very convincing. “Um, second-hand smoke. Third-hand smoke. Not to mention what it could do to you.”

Moving closer, he took another brief drag. “And what’s that?”

You huffed. Really? You were going to reach way back into your 8th-grade health class memories for that. “Lung disease, it can cause cancer, like, everywhere, heart disease—”

“But you’re already taking care of my heart, angel.”

You fell silent at that, frowning.

He continued to close the gap between you. “What else?”

“It’s bad for your skin,” you asserted, tone firm despite how close he was getting. “Causes wrinkles.”

“That so?”

You nodded, refusing to step back as he stopped mere inches before you. “We wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re my father.”

He smirked, dropping his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it with the toe of his boot. Boots that were far too expensive to be stepping on cigarettes with. Hell, he shouldn’t even have been outside with them. “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

Your gaze moved off to the side and finally, you stepped away to create some distance. ‘You said you were going to stop, Nick.”

“I know, I’m trying.”

“Try harder. I’m being serious, okay? People die—”

He moved back in front of you and took your chin in his hand, forcing your gaze up to his. “I’m working on it.”

“If you really care about me, you’ll stop.”

“I’m gonna stop,” he promised. “Soon. Come on, don’t give me those eyes.”

He loved your eyes. He had to have told you about a hundred times by now, claimed he liked the innocence in them that never seemed to die out. No matter how many times he took you up to his hotel room and fucked you in every filthy way he could think of. Sure, it was pretty sick sometimes, but he always touched you so softly, whispered the sweetest things to you, and held you afterward.

Your eyes could make him do just about anything, he would often declare. Except, apparently, stop smoking.

“Come on, I’m sorry.”

You crossed your arms, pulling out of his hold. “You’re only sorry you got caught.”

“No, I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“And don’t be sorry to just me, be sorry to yourself. I think you need healthy lungs for your music career, right?”

He lifted his eyebrows, still amused at how serious you were being. No one in New York took smoking seriously.

“Also, you ever stop and think about what would happen to me if you weren’t here?” That was a little on the sneaky side. You knew that there was the overall scenario of you being lonely, but he would soon start to think about how that would mean you would be with other people.

He scoffed, feigning calmness. “No, I don’t. I don’t want you to, either.”

You didn’t need to hear it, you knew he could connect the dots. “You are forcing me to.”

“Angel, what’s all this about?” he wondered. “Why are you being such a brat?”

“I’m not being a brat,” you immediately protested. Even though you knew he didn’t mind, there was just something in you that twisted at the thought of being bratty. You were not trying to be argumentative even, you were just worried.

“You want daddy to spank you?”

You looked around with wide eyes. Not that anyone in New York had the time or interest to listen to anyone else’s conversations, but still, this was private. “Nick.”

He tsked. “Nick?”

You sighed, casting a look around. “There are too many people here.”

He chuckled. “No one’s listening, angel.”

“I’m not being bratty,” you muttered. “I’m just concerned about you. Since when is that a crime?”

He smiled, reaching his hand out for you. You didn’t waste any time nearly wrapping your entire body around his arm. “What do you want?”

You were not getting away this time, he was also in a mood. Evidently, since he usually spoiled you to the point of letting you get away with “misbehaving” if you apologized or feigned discomfort.

“Take me upstairs, daddy.” It was hardly above a whisper, but it thrilled him to no end that he’d managed to get you to call him that outside of the absolute comfort of the bedroom.

Nick liked you feeling safe with him. He’d never met a more trusting soul, someone almost naive. However, it had taken him a long fucking time to get that sincere trust from you. He picked up on the body language, the things you wouldn’t say. That was why he could give the date for the night you finally let him fuck you with the lights on, the night you finally stayed with him until morning, the night you finally gave him your number because he had convinced you to sneak away from your dad to meet him at the hotel and you had to get back home but you still wanted to talk to him. He could give the date for the first morning you woke up and put on one of his shirts, the morning you let him eat you out for the first time, the morning you let him fuck you against the hotel window.

He wrapped his arms around you and started to lead you inside. It had been almost a year now and you were obsessed with Nick. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, and he was kind and gentle, but also passionate and sometimes a little rough when he knew you wanted him to be. It was never mindless, hard fucking. Even when he made it hurt, he held you so close, so tight, his eyes would remain on yours the whole time. He would wipe away your tears and continue bucking his hips. He would whisper to you, coo at you, and make you fall apart until you were so exhausted you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

You were pretty sure you were in love with him. He would be the first. Sure, there was your first boyfriend who you had wanted to be your first for everything. He’d given you a promise ring and told you that he wanted to wait until you were his wife. That one didn’t end well. Your third boyfriend, you thought that one was real. You’d had sex with him, and then he completely disappeared. To this day, you had no idea where he was. But you knew now, those things you’d felt for them, they were so small, so weak. What you felt for Nick was consuming, you felt like every inch of you belonged to him, like you were made for him.

In the elevator, with an elderly couple, an older man, and a party of four younger women that looked like they were on their way to a club, Nick had his lips to your ear. “Angel, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re crying. You know I love those sounds you make and the look you give me when you just can’t take anymore. When your beautiful, little cunt is used and aching and dripping with my cum. But that’s only after I have you on the bed, wet, squirming, begging daddy to make you feel good.”

You felt like you were on fire. If anyone heard, you would be mortified, you would never be able to leave your house again. Things like this were supposed to be private, between the people who were doing it. Nick had the audacity to make some of it almost public. You would admit that there was the tiniest bit of thrill, but most of it was fear and panic.

He touched the side of your face and you startled a little, one of your hands coming up to settle over his forearm. “Jesus, you’re beautiful and so fucking…innocent.”

You were not innocent. You weren’t even sure what he meant by that. Ever. When he said it, you were confused each time.

“The thought of your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, trying to take all you can because you’re so good to me, those eyes staring up at me…”

You swallowed thickly, eyes moving to the elevator buttons. How many more god damn floors were there? The elevator stopped again seconds later, and the elderly couple got out. Fewer people but you still didn’t feel any less nervous.

“Afterward, your sweet, tight pussy will be dripping. You know how wet you get after you suck my cock.”

Embarrassingly wet. He was fascinated the first time you’d done it, then he laid you out on the bed and when he made the discovery, he ate you out until you could barely remember what year it was.

“Then I’m gonna have you on top of me, angel. You’re so good at it, I swear you were made just to ride my cock. Remember what you were begging me for last time?”

You remembered and instantly felt your skin burning all over again.

“Maybe I’ll fuck your—”

The elevator stopped on your floor and you rushed out. The group of girls was also getting out, creating some time for you to get away from Nick and breathe. He was always intense, and he never stopped pushing you. You didn’t necessarily hate it. Really, you knew you liked it, but you could never admit that to him, his behavior would just get worse.

He found you with your back pressed against the door, waiting patiently for him. He’d been staying here for several months; he had the same room because he’d wanted to give you a key. For emergencies, he claimed. If you ever needed a place to get away, even if he wasn’t home. It had only happened a few times, he wouldn’t say a word when he would find you bundled up in his bed. He would just join you under the sheets and make you come several times, at least.

He set his hands on your hips and you looked up to him. “What’s on your mind tonight?”

You woke up that morning just knowing. You were in love with Nick and you were terrified. You didn’t want to be in love, not with him. With his music career taking off, he couldn’t want something serious. You figured this was just him wasting time. When he was an established name, he would go out and find himself a proper partner. It wasn’t you, this shy, small thing with no backbone, terrible parents, and no solid plans for your future.

But why ruin a good thing? You wanted to let it last while you could. You smiled at him and shook your head. “Nothing, really. I missed you.”

He smiled back. “I missed you, too.”

You didn’t live in New York with your father, but you had been visiting a lot more frequently. Your father was thrilled about it, thrilled enough not to want to question it. Your mother took it as an insult and didn’t ask a single question about why. It was honestly the perfect crime.

It had only been three weeks since you’d last been with Nick, you were allowing for less time to pass in between the nights you spent with him. You once went a month and a half, how unimaginable that felt—you knew you wouldn’t be able to do that anymore. You would go crazy without him being able to touch you for six weeks.

“You could stay,” he pointed out. “Here. With me.”

You scoffed. “No, I can’t.”

“You could apply to NYU, I’m sure you’ll get in. You could start building your life over here. If not with me, why not live with your dad?”

This was getting serious and you were worried this conversation would wreck everything. Nick thought he wanted something, but only because he was scared. You didn’t want to uproot your entire life for something fleeting.

“I don’t want to talk about this tonight,” you said quietly.

“Okay. But we will. Later.”

You nodded—a lie. You wouldn’t even be with him much longer. You had breakfast you’re your dad and then you would be on a flight back to your mother���s. “Yeah.”

Smiling, he asked, “Well, what do you want to talk about?”

You shrugged. “I don’t want to talk.”

He hummed. “No? You don’t have more scolding to do?”

“I can wait,” you teased. Your eyes flit to either side just to make sure no one was around. “But right now, I just want you to touch me.”

He bent down just slightly to pick you up by your thighs. You eagerly wrapped yourself around him and pressed your lips to his, kissing him like it’d been years.

He struggled to open the door, but you didn’t seem to mind that you could get caught at any moment, you seemed completely distracted by him. That was his goal, make your time here so good that eventually, you just wouldn’t be able to leave him.

Finally, he managed to get you inside the room. You had it all memorized, even with your eyes closed you knew exactly where he always was. He was leading you down the hallway, past the kitchen and the living area, to the door at the end of the walkway. Past the bathroom, past the dresser full of sheet music and records.

He laid you out on the bed delicately, pulling away so he could stare at you. You moved to pull your skirt up, but he caught your hands in his. “Not yet.”

He started at your feet. He pulled off your shoes and began kissing your calves, a touch that felt so distant through your tights.

You whined. “Daddy.”

“You’re going to be patient, angel.”

And that was that. You never argued with him, rarely disobeyed. You were perfect, you were good. You were, as he so fondly called you, an angel that did everything she was supposed to do. Not just for him, but for everyone. He knew that about you, knew that you never liked to make trouble for anyone. Even your dad, who had been almost completely absent during your childhood, off chasing his current wife. Even your mother, who was mean, unsupportive, and childish. You were sweet as could be, well-behaved, soft-spoken, bright-eyed, and glowing. He thought you were perfect.

Biting your lip, paying close attention to how much you were moving, you watched in near silence as he continued to press his lips up your legs. As soon as his eyes flickered up to yours, your heart was pounding. There was a lot about Nick that you just didn’t understand.

You could look at yourself in the mirror and understand why people thought you were pretty, but of course, you did not think as highly of yourself as Nick thought of you. Alternatively, he could not do the same. He could not understand why you liked looking at him in the mornings, why you liked to trace his features with your fingers, why you spent so much time just kissing his face whenever you got the chance. You were baffled that he could look like that and not know what he did to people.

He blushed a lot. When you accidentally told him, the first time, that you thought he was beautiful—never again would you drink wine with him—and now, all the deliberate times after that. Because unintentional or not, you meant it and you wanted him to know. When you would take him in your mouth and he had his hands at his sides, leaving you to control everything, and when you took so much of him that you would gag and choke, he was permanently flushed. When he played for you, forget it.

He was at the hemline of your skirt and started pushing it up, kissing at the insides of your thighs. You bit down harder on your lip as he continued up, up, up until he kissed your pussy. Over tights and your panties, it was still good enough that you shuddered. You could feel his beard, some random hairs managing to poke into the open spots of your tights. It was a feeling that reminded you of being home, not with either of your parents now, but when they were still together in your first home. Nick was comfort and security, he was warmth and so much raw emotion.

You brought one hand up to press your fingers to your lips. You were so wet that you could feel the material against you was damp. He always knew how to do that to you, how to get you so wanting. And the neighbors always knew when you were there, they would play music because you were so embarrassingly loud, not that he was ever considerate about that. You just wanted to pretend you had some dignity, at least for a while.

He kissed across your thigh and up the side of your hip, back across until he could kiss down the opposite side. You remembered you used to hate when he would do this, when there wasn’t a part of you that he wouldn’t at least devote a moment of attention to. You didn’t hate it now, you noticed it made you a lot more confident. You didn’t care how tight a skirt was around your hips or that a skirt was so short that everyone could see your thighs touching. It wasn’t even his goal and it wasn’t dependent on his interest in you at all, but you knew he was the cause.

You often wondered if he looked at everyone like this. It really hadn’t been long, but sometimes you swore he might feel the same about you. You’d always wrote it off as your age, but how would someone his age honestly fall in love with you? And if he wasn’t, why the hell did he look at you the way he did?

“How many lives have you ruined?”

His eyebrows rose and he pulled his mouth away from you. “I’m sorry?”

“You look at me like that, you kiss me like that—”

“Like what?”

You rolled your eyes. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to put it into words. The last thing you wanted to do was accuse him of acting or pretending. That was one of the few boundary lines with Nick that was quickly established—he didn’t like analysis of his emotions. They were his own and he didn’t want anyone to presume that they knew them better than him. You truly didn’t mind. You’d come from a toxic environment of men who would sooner die than cry and couldn’t healthily express their anger if the world depended on it. “You know like what.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.” He leaned back down, kissing either knee once. “But I won’t make you, I want you to want to say it.”

First time he’d ever taken that route. He teased you a lot, like challenging your views. And he liked those rare times you could challenge his. You’d both talked and talked until you managed to get to this place where you were both completely comfortable with what you were. He had to compromise on how casual this could seem at times, and you had to compromise on how obscenely intimate it was to you sometimes. And though you both compromised, it was still hard to see the other’s point of view. What was he so scared of with ‘casual’? You, on the other hand, dreaded falling for someone who couldn’t reciprocate.

He reached for your tights and slowly pulled them down. Again, he moved to where he was exposing skin and scattered kisses all over you. He deliberately got as close to your pussy as he could without ever touching you, several times, and enjoyed that you gasped and shivered each time.

He didn’t pull your underwear out of his way before he finally kissed you there. He went on like this, curious to see just how much you could take. You tried not to ask for more, to feed into his ego, and you succeeded for several minutes. You could feel his tongue and his lips, the texture of your panties was slight stimulation, but as time went on, you craved him more.

When you finally broke, your eyes were filled with tears, your hands were shaking as you reached for him, and you couldn’t form a single coherent word. Instead of pulling your panties down and eating your pussy, he moved up your body and removed your sweater and your bra. Again, he was kissing you all over, but you could hardly focus on anything other than your throbbing pussy.

“Daddy, please,” you whimpered.

He moved his mouth up until he could kiss your lips. He settled down on the bed beside you and pulled away, sitting you up a little. You took his cue and shifted up on the bed until you could rest on the headboard.

You watched as his hand reached for you, holding your breath until he was sliding one finger into you. “Fuck, daddy.” Your hips bucked almost immediately, silently begging for more. He added a second finger and you turned to hide your face against his chest.

He curled his fingers slowly, focusing on the sounds you made, the way your body would tense and shudder, and soon enough, he’d found that blissful spot that he knew made you see stars.

You clumsily reached for his pants, taking far too long to get your hands on his thick cock. You felt yourself get so much wetter, remembering just how big he felt inside you. Not that you were experienced when he’d found you, but taking his cock had been so delightfully painful and you kind of liked that he was the first man really stretching you out like that.

“Fuck,” he breathed against the side of your face. “Watch my fingers, angel, watch me fuck you with them.”

You turned down, paying attention to how they moved, and the wet sounds from your pussy. You slowly moved your hand along his cock, wanting—but too shy to ask for—him to cover your body with his cum. He preferred finishing inside you, he liked letting it drip out of you and then filling you back up all over again.

When your breaths turned shorter and your moans became louder, he knew you were so close. He moved his fingers faster, brought his thumb down to your clit. Your whole body was shaking, and he could feel how desperate you were because your hand around him tightened.

“You wanna come, angel?”

“Please, daddy,” you blurted out. “Please, please make me come.”

He pulled your hand off his cock and kissed you when you made a noise of protest. His opposite hand never even faltered as he explained, “Daddy’s coming inside you. Keep begging.”

“Please, I want to come, daddy. I want to come on your fingers, I want you to get me wet enough so my tight, little pussy can take your huge cock.”

“What a filthy mouth, angel. Where’d you learn to talk like that? Been watching the videos I’ve been sending you?”

“Yes, daddy. I watch every single one and I touch myself, thinking about how much I miss you inside me.”

“You have no idea how much I miss having your pussy wrapped around me when you’re gone.”

You finished with a sharp cry, using your free hand to try to push his touch away, but he was so much stronger than you. Add to the fact that you really didn’t want him to stop, if you could stay there in bed with him, feeling that for the rest of your life, you would.

You almost instantly rolled over on top of him, kissing him as you moved up his body until you were straddling him. He set his hands on your hips, holding you steady as you slid down on him. As you adjusted, he let his hands wander to your breasts. You were still shaking, panting, trying to come down from your high but you were addicted to pleasing Nick.

You rolled your hips, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. You needed to see him naked, coming here without seeing all of him would be an absolute waste. He helped you get the shirt off after a moment and your hands roamed all over his torso.

He took your hips again, using his hold on you to pick up the pace just a little. You let your head fall back, he would want to watch your body anyway. You brought your arms back and rested your hands on the mattress around his legs. He had to fuck you just a little harder from this angle to see your breasts move with every thrust, but you were okay with that.

You always knew when he was close because his fingers would dig into your skin and he always did everything he could to get as close to you as he possibly could. This time, he sat up and pulled you up so your chest was flush against his. You continued bouncing up and down on his cock, mewling and whimpering because you knew he loved those sounds.

“Are you close, daddy?”

“Yeah, angel, keep going just like that.”

“Tell me when you’re really close.”

He faltered for just a second, processing your odd request, but did not argue.

You set your hands to his face, dragging him in for a kiss, open-mouthed, tongues, moaning obscenely for one another. As he was distracted, you unwound his arms from your back and held them flat on the mattress by his forearms.

“I’m close,” he informed after turning his head just slightly, breathing heavily on your skin. “I’m so fucking close.”

You started moving quickly, pulling off of him and crawling back down the bed. He was stunned silent until you bent down and took his wet cock, messy from your pussy, in your mouth. You’d only just closed your lips around him when both of his hands settled on the back of your head to hold you down. He only needed to jerk his hips up a few times before he was filling your mouth.

He kept you there until his high had drifted away, and you never once complained. You swallowed the cum that you could, but some of his had slipped out of your mouth, and sucked softly until he let you up.

As soon as you were sitting up, he was wrapping his arms around you and pulling you on top of him. Still trying to catch his breath, it was clear that he wasn’t letting you go for quite some time. Because no one would expect Nick to want to cuddle after sex.

And because his brain was not functioning at its best, he was simultaneously attempting to kick off his pants and pull the sheets over the two of you. But you weren’t there to be unsupportive, you simply laid on his chest and tried not to laugh.

After he’d managed it, which had to have taken about five minutes, he turned off the lamp on the bedside table and stretched over to do the same on the other side. He once again wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “Fuck, I love you.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, so all you did was lay there. He didn’t miss a beat, he just started running one of his hands through your hair and then nothing. Not another word.

Fuck.

You only woke up because Nick was moving around so much. As quiet as he tried to be and as softly as he tried to move out from under you, he always failed at it. When he realized he’d woken you up again, he froze.

You grabbed one of the pillows and yanked it over his face as you climbed out of bed. You didn’t want to have to get up because that meant that you would soon have to leave. You grabbed your phone out of your bag on the way to the bathroom, not bothering to get dressed. Nick loved seeing you walk around the room naked, and that was why you always ignored that nervous nagging feeling that told you to cover up.

“Sorry,” he called out.

You didn’t respond.

After you brushed your teeth, you opened the door. You heard him moving around the bedroom as you were performing your simple morning skincare routine. He always did that, just waited until you were done so he could get in. He liked making you watch in the mirror.

And right on cue, Nick entered the bathroom, stopping just inches behind you. You didn’t turn, you merely watched him in the mirror and waited. He wrapped his arms around you, and you noticed the single red rose he was holding. He started at your lips, letting the flower trail down, then over your nipples, and down just above your navel.

You shivered when he pulled it away, offering it to you. With a smile you were looking down to hide, you took the rose from him.

He kissed the side of your face, arms wrapping loosely around your waist He pressed one hand to your stomach, and you were reminded of how much you loved his stupid hands. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m sorry about what I said last night. I know it was…a lot.”

Yeah, it was. You’d built it up in your mind as some terrifying thing that you would never want to hear, especially from him, but when he said it, it just wasn’t like that. When he said it, it made you feel safe. It made you feel loved. “But did you mean it?”

“Only if you’re not going to run away.”

You finally looked up in the mirror, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I won’t.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“And maybe I love you back.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe,” you confirmed. “And maybe I’m even considering staying.”

He perked up at that, turning you around quickly to face him. “Tell me what I need to do or say and I will.”

You brought the rose up and set it to his lips, smirking again.

He narrowed his eyes.

All you did was shrug. “Not sure yet, but you have all day to convince me.”

“I thought you were leaving today.”

You set the rose down on the counter. “Changed my mind.”

He was beaming as he picked you up and sat you on the counter. “That means you’ve already decided to stay.”

“I never said that.”

“I’m not letting you leave. Ever.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop your smile. “I have to go home, you know…and pack.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled. “Probably a good idea to let my mom meet my daddy.”

“Please don’t make those jokes in front of your parents.”

You snorted. “Oh, now you want to be a gentleman?”

“Always am, angel. Open your legs and I’ll prove it.” He spread your thighs wider as he got down to his knees. He pulled you to the edge of the counter and with his eyes on yours, he took your pussy with his mouth.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “But this means you have to stop smoking.”

He pulled back, narrowing his eyes at you. “Now, seriously?”

You buried both hands in his hair and pulled him back in.

chris tags:

@onetwo3000 @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @donutloverxo @kleohoneyao3 @cevans-fics @gotnofucks​

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 17 AND FULL OF SMUT 😌🥵

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc nine-slide one: Suna Rintarou 🖤

“You look so pretty underneath me, princess.” Suna said lowly as you gripped your white bedsheets. You bit your lip in anticipation as you waited for your boyfriend to stuff you with his cock. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He said a little louder and lifted your chin with his free hand so you can look into his eyes. They were a shade darker and you could see the lust and desire in his eyes. “R-rin you already made me cum twice. If you keep at it I-I’ll be too tired to have your d-dick in me.”

He sucked in a breath at your dirty words. It was taking everything in him to not shove his cock into your virgin cunt and use you like his own fleshlight. He can already hear your moans. “I’m prepping you. I need you nice and wet. I don’t want you to feel any pain. Only pleasure.” He said and you nodded slowly. His thumb swirled on your clit and you whimpered. “Please Rin, I’m ready. I know I’m ready. Please let me just feel your cock already.” You pleaded and he let out a deep groan.

“For someone who’s never done this before you sure are everyone’s dream girl. Small, innocent, submissive, and a little bratty.” He smirked and your cheeks tinted. “Do you want me to take off my pants or—“ “Let me do it...please.” You asked with your big glossy eyes.

Who was he to say no to you?

He removed himself from over your body and you quickly sat up. Your necklace was shining in the moonlight. Only a few hours ago he gave it to you after the twins left. It had the English letter R for his first name and he helped you put it on. He noticed the small shiver you let out when his fingers grazed over your collarbones and neck. The look in your eyes said you were horny and with a little bit of a push, you told him you were ready.

But sadly he didn’t have condoms. And you weren’t on birth control.

So he quickly threw on his jacket and scarf. He almost tripped putting on his shoes and he ran to the closest convenience store to purchase some condoms. The college girl working rolled her eyes at Suna’s panting form. His lungs were burning by how cold it was outside and all for a box of condoms. After he paid he didn’t even get his change and he ran back to your house as quick as his long legs could take him.

He quickly unlocked your door with your keys and he entered the warm home. He smiled slightly and fantasized about how in a few years time you both would have a home like this. With your own rugrats running around. Even though he can’t stand them, he’d ring up the twins and ask them to babysit so he can have some alone time with you. When he finished taking off his his shoes and other winter clothes he wore, he practically ran up the stairs and opened the door in your room to see you sitting in the middle of your bed in just your underwear and his Volleyball Jersey.

He quirked up an eyebrow. Since when did you take his jersey? But then he remembered that you came over the week prior and probably took it without him noticing since the team didn’t have any games lately due to the snowy weather. “I-I thought you might like it..” you said quietly as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt.

“I don’t like it.” He deadpanned and you looked away embarrassed.

“I love it.”

He breathed out and your ears barley caught it. When you turned to look up, the door was already slammed shut and his lips were on yours. He first asked for desert and ate you out and regretted not asking you to allow him to do this a while back.

You tasted so sweet.

It was intoxicating.

You tugged his hair and subconsciously pushed his face even closer to your sex as you came. He could still hear the continued prayer of his name dripping off your tongue. He then hovered over you and began kissing your lips once more. He wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. His sinful words made your thighs clench together but he sneaked his hand in between and began using his fingers to prep you for his dick.

And now here you were, being such a good girl for him. Making you cum twice was worth it because you finally had a taste of this world and the way you acted after, so desperate and touch starved made his dick even harder. You began unbuckling his belt and the buttons of his jeans and he quickly kicked them off his legs.

He heard you gulp as your gaze focused on the large bulge behind his boxers. Your legs clenched together again and he couldn’t stop his stupid smirk. “What? Is my princess so mesmerized by my dick she forgot it’s hers?” He asked and you looked up at him once more.

“Mine? As in...I can do whatever I want, right?” You asked and he gave you the nod of consent. Your slightly shakey hands touched his abs with a small amount of pressure to push his back down against the bed and they lowered to the waistband of his boxers. Without wasting any time you pulled them down and you gasped at the sight of your boyfriends cock.

“How the fuck is that going to fit in me?” You asked and he chuckled. “That’s why I prepped you baby.” He said softly and grabbed your hand. You let him guide you to his hard on that pressed against his stomach and you couldn’t believe this is what you made Rin feel. He sighed and you saw him close his eyes when your hands gripped his cock as you moved your hand up and down. Your thumb grazed over his pink slit on the tip and he hissed. His eyes didn’t open as he was enjoying this hand job. You carefully moved back a bit and bent down to the eye level of his shaft.

You wanted to repay him for how he made you feel earlier so you kitten licked his tip and he gasped and immediately gripped your hair. “Princess..are you seriously going to give me a blowjob? The hand job is enough.” He said and looked down. You did look hot with your ass in the air, his fingers tangled in your locks with your glossy eyes looking up. Instead of answering, you gave him a small smirk and opened your mouth to take him all in while maintaining eye contact and he wanted to cum then and there.

“Fuck—princess. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said and you giggled on his dick, sending vibrations. You obviously weren’t perfect since it was your first time and he used his hand to guide you up and down and your ears perked up when he came closer and closer to his high. He let out a loud groan as he came in your mouth. You cleaned him good so he wouldn’t dirty his Jersey with warm cum.

“You’re such a good girl. You know that right?” He said as his chest heaved up and down. “Only for you.” You smiled sweetly and kissed the side of his jaw, your lips moved to his neck and you felt him harden again in your hand when you gave him a love bite. “Can you go inside me already? I think I waited long enough. I’m dripping everywhere.” You said in his ear and before you knew it, you were pinned down. His fingers laced with yours as he slowly entered his dick into your dripping cunt.

“Princess, you’re so tight.” He sighed and looked up to see you in tears. “Baby whats the matter?” He said worried and he stopped “D-don’t stop. I’m just really excited and nervous so I’m crying. Keep going, please.” You begged and he nodded and continued the slow torture. You lifted your legs and you wrapped them around Rin’s lower waist and you used your feet to pull Rin closer. You thought he was already all the way in because of how full you felt but you didn’t and you practically shoved him inside your virgin hole and there was a sting of when he ripped your hymen.

You both gasped as you held on to his biceps and he gripped the sheets beneath you. He was finally all the way in. He asked if you were alright and you nodded and quietly asked for him to start moving. He gave you a soft kiss over your tear and he rolled his hips slowly so you could get a feel.

Your sounds of tiny gasps, moans and squeaks encouraged him to quicken his pace. You were a moaning mess below him and he was in awe. His Jersey was long gone as well as the shirt he was wearing. The golden R rested between your beautiful breasts and he was on cloud 9. How can someone look so innocent yet so dirty at the same time? His head lowered and he whispered praises in your ear of how well you were taking him and how proud he was if you. He kept repeating how beautiful you looked. He kissed the side of your neck and licked your collarbone. His teeth bit the chain and he lightly tugged causing you to open your eyes to meet his predatory gaze.

“Fuck princess you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He whispered as he drank up your messy appearance. He felt himself get close so his thumb immediately went to your clit. Your voiced raised a good two octaves as you repeated his name over and over. You were being too loud to his liking so he removed his thumb and you pouted and gave him a glare. He stopped moving and pulled out. He snorted at your face. “Don’t look at me like that, pet. Just give me a sec.” He said and you almost choked.

Pet?!

He gave you another sexy smirk and moved your left leg over his shoulder. Your pussy clenched over nothing and he was so amused. His tip played with your entrance and before you could whine he pushed all the way in again causing him to literally take your breath away.

He saw the way your mouth opened and nothing came out.

He found your g spot.

He continued to reach that spot over and over again causing your legs to shake and without any warning you clenched around his length and you both simultaneously came at the same time.

You held on to his back, you definitely left scratch marks and bruises on his biceps. You both took a moment to catch your breaths and after a good two minutes he slowly pulled away and immediately fell beside you. He rested his head on your bare chest since it was second nature and you both pillow talked and he asked how your first experience felt. You answered honestly about how much you loved it and not long after you both fell asleep.

Leaving the unopened box of condoms forgotten under your bed.

Previously

Up next

Masterlist

A/N: First time ever doing smut so if it’s shit don’t @ me like that one bitch lol

A/N pt. 2 I posted a teaser/spoiler of the sequel here in case you wanna see it 👉🏽 🖤

these are some questions I answered regarding it. It’s a lot of information regarding Y/N during and after the timeskip and it’ll make more sense when I finally release the sequel 👉🏽🤍

🏷: @therealwalmartjesus @differentballooncollection @aaesuki @atsunflower @dope-squish @prettysetterboiss @june-phantom @tomo-uwu @austriasmariazelle @xrnia @katsulia @aprettyfruit @shut-your-eyes-kiss-me-goodbye @tvbiio @sun-daddy-yoriichi @kamenoyaki @ppangiiroo @loeyprivvv @kmskj92 @lovinnoya @tris-does-stuff @mokkeguts @sunaluvr6969 @bara-rose-would @sempiternal-amour @volleybloop @leykyuu @bokutoichigo @stfucanunot @tpwkatsumu @ohshirabu @shoutosimp @mqrinqcele @bokutosdivineass @anngelllla @toworuu @hidden-otaku-stuff @seijohiselite @caxsthetic @aquariarose @hhwanggu @bakuhoetoedoroki

[hellcaster901]

The Wedding pt 5

Summary: Y/N is getting married in a few months, and its something that she’s been looking forward to for a while. But she runs into an old coworker, one that she just can’t help feel a connection to. Not only is her best friend not helping, but she’s trying to figure out now what she really wants.

Warnings: smut. Full of smut

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the positive feed back on my story! I just celebrated my 20th birthday and decided that posting a new part was a good way to celebrate with you readers!! And again thank you so much and if you ever want to be on the tag list for future parts, let me know! Happy readings! stay safe, stay home, and have a great time in quarantine!

Masterlist

I groaned, turning my head away from the light, twisting to my side. A harsh, deep groan woke me up, my head shooting up as I saw Negan still under me, my elbow digging into his side. “Jesus woman.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry.” I yawn, grabbing the back of the couch, lifting myself up. We both groaned, the weight of my body leaving his, and my back screaming at me for staying in such a position for so long. I rubbed at my eyes, arching my back as I heard a few pops. “Jesus.” I mumbled under my breath. I glanced over at Negan, eyes still shut, but a small smile on his face. “What’s the look for?” I whispered, poking his thigh. He opened one eye looking at me, not saying a word. “What?” I whined, dropping my hand to my side, my vision blurry as it adjusted to the light. 

“Nothing.” He mumbled, lifting his arm and resting his head on it. “Just didn't know someone could be even prettier in the morning.” He grinned. I felt the blush grow on my cheeks, his grin widened. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, rolling my eyes once again at him.

“Don’t be cheesy.” I snipped. “I’m surprised my eyes haven’t fallen out with how much I roll them at you.” I added, that grin turning into a whole smile, a few chuckles leaving his mouth.

“Just calling them how I see them, darling.” Shaking my head, I twisted between his legs, my back against the cushions, his leg stuck between me and the couch. He didn’t seem to mind, if anything, he almost looked happy I was making myself comfortable. I reached for my phone from the coffee table. 

No texts or calls from Adam.

But 10 texts from Mary and 10 calls. 

I groaned, tapping on her number. “Give me a second.” I whispered to Negan, the cold screen sending chills down my back as I placed it on my phone. I barely registered the fact Negan had his hand on his thigh near mine, his fingers rubbing small circles against the fabric of the sweatpants he gave me. 

“Y/N? What the hell??” I knew I woke her up, but the panic in her voice gave me enough indication I really woke her up.

“Mary! Calm down, I’m fine. I fell asleep last night, I’m so sorry I didn’t return any of your calls or texts.” I mouthed a ‘sorry’ to Negan as I pushed myself up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen. I barely realized that Bear followed me, until I turned around, and saw the big fluff ball standing there. “Look, I just fell asleep last night.”

“You spent the night?” She shrieked, “At Negan’s?”

“I know! I know!” I exclaimed. “It just happened, we were talking and it just turned into us sleeping.”

“Did you sleep in his bed? What did you talk about? How nice is his place? Is he planning on taking you away from everything?” One question after another spewed from her mouth.

“Mary, I’m still at his place. Let me figure out what’s going on and we can talk later, okay?” She sighed, agreeing with me. With a quick bye she hung up the phone. I looked back down at Bear as he excitedly sat there, tail wagging at me, a big grin on his face. “What do you want?” I asked him, bending down and scratching his ear. He stepped closer to me, realizing that I was talking to him this time. He sped from his spot in front me, running to the clear door, hoping from one foot to the other. With a small laugh I unlocked the door, pulling it open and seeing him book it. 

“Is everything okay?” I glanced over my shoulder, Negan leaning against the walkthrough, eyes staring intensely at me. 

“Oh, with Mary?” I raised an eyebrow, “yeah, she was worried. Didn’t text her back. She thought you murdered me or something.” I joked, waving a hand. He chuckled, coming up to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me close. 

“I gotta say,” He started, his deep voice sending shivers through my body, “I’ve never seen a more gorgeous woman like you.” He smirked. I pushed on his chest, his arms coming loose from my waist, a smile on both our lips.

“If you think sweetening my up is the way to go to get in my pants, you gotta work a whole lot harder.” I teased, a hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length away. In a flash he grabbed my wrist, tugging me to him again, a tighter arm around my waist this time, keeping me to his chest. 

“How much harder do I gotta work, darling?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing along my ear lobe, goosebumps rising on my skin. My breaths came out chopped, my knees were practically noodles, I’m sure if he let me go I’d drop in a puddle right at his feet. He pulled me closer, his bulge rubbing against my hip. Just the thought of getting him back in me got me dizzy. “Cause just from whispering to you, I got you like putty in my hand.” I wanted to slap him for being so cocky, but he was right. This man didn’t have to do a lot to get me worked up. I was ready to jump this man’s bones, ready to knock him to the ground and ride him like I was some buckle bunny at a Rodeo, but he released my wrist, letting go of my waist as he walked around me. I stood there speechless as he opened the door, letting Bear in, looking back at me like nothing happened. “Whatcha want for breakfast?” He asked with a knowing smirk. 

“You suck.” I hissed, crossing my arms. He only shrugged, stepping a bit closer. I closed the distance between us, grabbing his shirt and tugging him down to me, our lips crashing in a heated battle. It was like a switch flipped, hands were everywhere, not caring about anything else in the house. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in months and we finally got to see one another. It was a desperate feeling, and god I loved it.

He was like an animal as he took me, taking what he wanted from my body, not caring about leaving marks for Adam to see, not caring if my fiancé saw the bruises or hickeys he left on me. He ripped the shirt off my body, tossing it to the ground. He stared down at my exposed chest with hunger. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” He moaned, watching my nipples harden against the cool breeze, my body reacting to every little thing. “I can’t wait to fill that pussy.” He growled, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me again. It was a passion I’ve never experienced, the way he handled me. He knew I wasn’t going to break, but he was willing to get me to my breaking point.

I grabbed at the waistband of his sweats, tugging at the material teasingly, letting my hand roam up his chest, his shirt bunching around my arms. He reached behind him, tugging the shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling him flex under my hands. “Jeez.” I whispered under my breath, gliding my hands back to his sweats. His breath hitched, his body tensing under my hands as I slipping a finger under the band, gliding along the elastic, teasing him. 

“Jesus Y/N, do something.” He groaned, impatience taking over him. I gave him a teasing giggle, hooking my other finger into the sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down his hips. The clothes pooled at his feet, his cock springing forward, red and pulsing, ready to feel my walls clamp around him. I wrapped a hand around his length earning myself a low moan as I pumped him, the soft skin slipping against my hand.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered, looking up at him. That shit-eating grin was on his face again, quickly replaced with pleasure as I squeezed my hand around his cock. “What do you want?” I whispered to him, my thumb collecting some precum from his swollen tip. With a nasty smirk I brought my thumb to my mouth, licking the salty liquid. His jaw dropped watching me enjoy the taste. I really did, deciding whether I should keep teasing him or get down on my knees and get him to cum in my mouth. 

“I want it all.” He smirked, grabbing at my sweats, harshly tugging them down my legs. I watched as he got down on his knees, hands on my hips, fingers playing with my underwear, I watched speechless as he hooked two fingers into my underwear, tugging the material down my chubby legs. “Fuck Y/N.” He moaned, his hands making their way back up my legs. It took everything in my body not to grab his head and shove him towards my pussy. I knew I had to be patient, I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

He hooked his hand behind one of my knees, lifting my leg and resting it on his shoulder, my thigh acting as one half of ear muffins as he helped himself to my honey pot. He wasted no time feasting on me, licking a bold stripe up my lips. “Negan!” I gasped, throwing my head back, a hand finding its way to his hair, tugging on the short strands as he ate my pussy like he was a starving man. He moaned against me, the vibrations sending waves through my body, clenching my thigh against his head. “I’m sorry.” I whimpered, not really sure what I was apologizing about. The fact he’s giving thigh clenching good head, or the fact I was a bitch in heat as he eats me out.

His tongue swirled around my clit, my hips bucking against his face as he grabbed my hip, pushing me against the counter. “Stop moving.” He mumbled against me, a small whimper leaving my lips. I was on cloud 9 as he swirled his tongue around my clit, moaning at the right times to send chills down my back as he ate me like I was his last meal. It was almost too much as my thighs shook, my heel digging into his back, my leg wrapping around his head, pulling him even closer. Any sane person would’ve politely pulled away, needing a minute to breath, but this man devoured me, letting me shove him closer to my heat, letting me grind my hips against his face. He was there for my pleasure, and my pleasure only. I tangled a hand into his hair, pulling at the roots, my hands clenching his hair tighter as I felt the tight knot in my stomach, the chills running down my back as it grew closer and closer to exploding. 

“Negan!” A high pitched gasp left my mouth as he wrapped his mouth around my clit one more time before the dam broke, my legs shaking as I came on his mouth, my tightly shut, my mouth a small ‘o’ as I let my orgasm wash over me. I’m sure I sounded like a damn porn star as I moaned and whined under him, the fact that he made me like this was enough to make me dizzy, much less that the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me did just that. 

He pulled back with a cocky grin, grabbing my thighs as he stood. I didn’t even give him a chance to say anything as I pulled him close, closing the distance and tasting my cum on his tongue. The tangy taste washing over my taste buds, only making me wetter.

He grabbed a hold of my hips, lifting me up onto the countertop, the cold material making me yelp in surprise. No time was wasted as he felt up my body, grabbing every curve, touching every nook and cranny he could, almost mesmerizing my body. His lips followed his hands, kissing down my neck, to my shoulders, down my chest. I gasped when his lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue flicking at the hardening nub, his other hand coming up and massaging my other breast. “Jesus Negan.” I moaned, looking down at him as he relished in my body, taking everything I was willing to give him. And let’s be honest, there wasn’t a lot I wasn’t giving him. “Don’t stop.” I whined, watching as he smiled against my breast, looking up at me with lust. He pulled back with a sloppy ‘pop’, grabbing the back of my knees and lifting. Spreading me wider for his greedy eyes. As he stared down at me, all I could think of was that night in the bathroom, the same passion he was giving me that night, I was getting here. That he could not get enough of me. 

I snaked a hand between us, wrapping my small hand around his hardened length. He moaned slowly, watching as I pumped him a few times before tugging him a little closer. He happily obliged, watching as I began to tease myself, rubbing the tip of his cock against my soaked folds, gathering my cum on his cock. “Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, his cock twitching as I rubbed it against my clit. I was teasing both of us, knowing if I had the chance I’d jump this man’s bones and fuck him until I couldn’t walk. But I wanted to savor this, I wanted this to last.

With an innocent look up at him, I guided his cock to my entrance, watching his face as he watched his cock slowly push into me. There was no way I could ever get used to his cock, the girth of him was enough to make any girl nervous about fucking him. 

I gasped as he held the back of my knees, spreading me even wider as he buried himself in my heat, my breathing picking up as he watched himself stretch me open. With a satisfied groan, he buried himself completely in me, balls deep as he moved his hands down my thighs to my waist, my legs locking around his waist. I wrapped an arm around his neck, my other hand grabbing the edge of the counter, grounding myself as he stayed still, preparing myself.  “What are you waiting for?” I whispered to him, smiling against his ear as I peppered small kisses along his jawline. 

“You’re so tight.” He moaned, a gasp leaving his lips as I tightened around him. “Gotta give me a second not to bust right now.” I giggled against him, his hands grabbing my waist tighter. It was almost like it was a completely different person that lifted his head, staring down at me with a look in his eyes I haven’t seen before, admiring me.

“What?” I whispered, a blush rising on my neck. It was ridiculous to be blushing at him staring when his cock was literally in me. He gave me a small sweet smile, capturing my lips with his. The kiss was slow, filled with passion, making my legs even weaker. I didn’t think it was possible for any man to make me feel this way. The passion, the want, the sex. It was every girl’s dream. He kissed me slowly, moving slowly against me. He pulled out softly, letting me get used to him again. Like I wasn’t already acquainted with this part of him. “You won’t break me.” I whispered against his mouth, weaving my fingers into his hair. He smirked against my lips, dragging his cock slowly out of me, leaving the tip. 

“I won’t?” He whispered back, watching my reaction as I lifted my hips, wanting more of him. I shook my head, basically begging this man to take me like I was the last woman on earth. God, I really felt like it. “Use your words.” He whispered again, slowly pushing back in, before taking it away again.

“You won’t Negan.” I shuddered, needing more of him. “I need you.” With an animalistic growl he plunged into me, taking me with force. A loud gasp let my plump lips as he rammed into me. His thick cock stretching me open. When I told him he wasn’t going to break me, he took it and ran with it. My fingers tighten in his hair, my other hand gripping onto his forearm as he pounds me, grunts and moans leaving him as he feels me tighten. He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me even harder against him as we moved together. My hips grinding against him as he thrusted into me, our movements being exactly what we needed for each other. My ass at the edge of the counter, Negan holding onto me for dear life as we screwed each other “Jesus Christ” I gasped as he tugged me off the counter, his hands slipping down my body to the back of my thighs. I held onto his shoulders, gasping as he walked with me in his arms, his cock still fully in me. “What are you doing?” I giggled, squeezing my thighs around his waist harder. 

“Getting you somewhere more comfortable.” He whispered in my ear. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the couch come into view. Negan turned around, sitting down on the couch with me in his lap. A smug grin was on his face as he watched me get comfortable on top of him. His hands squeezed the back of my thighs, watching as I pushed some hair over my shoulder. I leaned down, our lips meeting halfway as I arched my back, his cock slipping from my heat slowly, both of us moaning into our kiss. I started moving, bringing my hips up and back down, my ass hitting his thighs as I bounced on him. It sounded like a damn porn in here as I rode him. HIs hands found their way back to my waist, helping me, guiding me and pulling me back down harder onto him. “Fuck Y/N” He growled, throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling. I duck down, kissing up his neck to his jawline, steading myself on his chest. “You’re so fucking good at this.” Negan moaned, my head lifting and our eyes meeting. “My own porn star.” He smirked. Before I could even say anything he flipped us over, my back hitting the cushions, his cock slipping out as he grabbed my thighs, bringing them to my chest. I groaned at the stretch from my thighs, looking up at Negan as he grabbed his cock, rubbing it through my soaked folds. Without being told I wrapped an arm around my knees, holding them to me as his hand grabbed the back of my thigh.

“Oh my god.” I moaned, closing my eyes, just letting the feeling of his cock tapping against my clit wash over me. Again, if I died now, I’d be happy.

“You want this?” My eyes cracked open, seeing Negan staring down at me as he held himself, positioning his cock at my entrance. I nodded, my mouth going dry at the thought of him inside me again. “Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow, “Tell me who’s pussy this is.” I was shocked at the statement that he said, my jaw basically dropping at it. He knew what this was, was just for fun. I knew that too, and the part of me that wish it was more was wanting to burst out and tell him everything about me was his, but I couldn’t. I’d only complicate things more.

“Negan I-”

“Tell me-” He cut me off, pushing the tip in slowly. “Who’s pussy is this?” I knew what the answer was, and it pained me that I knew what the answer was so quickly. But I kept my mouth shut, pissed but turned on that he brought it up. And he knew, I could see it in the smirk he had on his face when he saw I shut my mouth, refusing to answer his idiotic question. He knew that I liked it. With a sharp thrust he filled me up, a scream leaving me as my walls clenched around him. He fucked me hard and rough, holding my legs to my chest, hitting deeper and deeper in each thrust, not letting up. “Tell me Y/N.” He growled, the sound of slapping skin and moans filling my ears. “Tell me who’s pussy this is.” He was an animal as he used me for his pleasure, and as shameful as it is, I liked it. I shook my head, my legs shaking as my orgasm grew closer and closer. Negan noticed, using it to his advantage as his thumb found my clit, rubbing small but fast circles around the bundle of nerves. “Tell me.” He demanded, watching my facial expressions, the way my legs shook, waiting for me to cum. I shook my head, small whimpers leaving me. 

“I’m gonna-” In a snap he stopped, taking his thumb away, stilling his movement, my orgasm inches away. “FUCK.” I yelled, frustration laced in my voice. “Negan please.” I begged.

“You know what you have to do.” He smirked, his thumb lightly tapping my clit, my hips bucking. “Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asked again, staring down at me, waiting for my answer. When I didn’t answer he rubbed at my clit a little harder, my walls clenching around him, my orgasm slowly building up again. “Tell me, and I’ll make you cum.” I knew the answer, we both did, I knew he did. But I knew he just wanted to hear it from me, have me say it out loud for both of us to know what really was going on here. 

I bit down on my bottom lip hard, the taste of blood landing on my tongue as I bucked my hips against his hand, the sweet release only centimeters away now. 

“I know how close you are, baby girl.” He smiled, leaning back on his legs, his cock slipping from my pussy, dragging a low groan from my chest. “You just gotta tell me.” he taunted. I needed this torture to end, and I needed to call Mary right after this. “Whose pussy does this belong to?”

“You Negan.” I yelled, my hands clenching the couch, my knuckles turning white. “You.” I whimpered, dropping my head to the cushion “Please please make me cum.” He happily did so. He thrusted back into me, his thumb working harder small circles on my clit.

“This is mine.” He growled, his thrust becoming irregular. “All mine. Say it.” 

“It’s yours.” I cried, my stomach tightening. “Oh my god, it’s all yours.” It felt good finally saying it, letting it out. He held my thigh back, his thumb working on my clit, the knot in my stomach exploding. “FUCK.” I yelled, wondering if I ripped the cushions that I was holding on to, or if I popped something in my thighs from clenching them so hard. Either way, it was worth it. My walls clamped around his cock, begging for more, begging for his cum as his hips lost their pace. 

“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked, grabbing the back and my knees and spreading my legs apart, the angle deepening his thrust. 

“In me.” I gasped at the new angle, my pussy throbbing from my climax. I watched Negan’s face as he stared down at where we connected, sweat building on his forehead as he worked himself in me, his stomach tightening as I felt him twitch in me. With a hard groan he released in me, his cum coating my walls in white as he pumped himself, filling me up once again. He fell on top of me, his forearms holding himself up from not crushing me, our heavy breathing fanning over each other, my legs pushed up to my chest once again as he caught his breath. 

I began running the tips of my fingers along his back, staring from the top of his ass, to his shoulders and back down, calming both of us down as he took in what happened. 

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[jingabitch]

Armed to the Fangs ch.4

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader, slight jennie x reader in this chapter

Warnings: some description of violence, angst, pining, eventual smut (haven’t decided) but not for a looooong time, slow burn (really the slowest of burns), wlw shenanigans

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: yall I almost didn’t post this shit because it really feels like no one cares about this fic (especially compared to some of my other stuff) but,,, idk i guess we’ll see how this fic continues to do.

thank you to my amazing betas @re-sugance and @jminacious for making sure this chapter was all rite. yall are the best 💕🥰

Series index

You were lying on your bed, sobbing into your pillow, with Injeolmi sitting next to you looking concerned, when Jennie found you. She’d come to check on you, knowing that you’d probably need someone to talk to and let your frustrations out to after your meeting with Master Bang, but this was still unexpected for her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she rushed over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing her hand on your back. She leaned over you slightly as she stroked your back, making comforting hushing sounds.

You knew she was there, but couldn’t compose yourself enough to tell her what had happened because you were still crying too hard. Thankfully, Jennie understood, lying on top of your bedspread next to you and drawing her hand down to the small of your back as she rested her head on the pillow next to you, offering you silent, physical comfort with her presence. Still sobbing, you turned to her and clung to her, burying your face in her shoulder as you let her pet your hair and hug you.

When you’d finally cried enough, you lifted your face from her, grimacing at the wet patch you’d left on her shirt. “Sorry,” you croaked, reaching for the tissues on your bedside table. Jennie sat up with you and handed you the box. While you were cleaning yourself up, she went to the corner and poured you some water.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” she asked once you’d downed the cup she handed to you, the sobbing having made your throat raw.

You swallowed hard as Injeolmi came and sat in your lap, demanding attention. Petting him gave you something to do with your hands, so you busied yourself with lavishing affection on him as you told Jennie what had happened.

“So… I have to pack up to move to the vampires’ manor,” you concluded in a small voice, scratching Injeolmi’s neck. The cat, oblivious to your misery, purred and stretched out on your lap, his eyes closed.

“Sweetie…” Jennie was at a loss for words, so she just pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your temple. “We’ll figure it out, okay? It’ll be okay.”

Choking back another sob, you turned your face into her neck. “Unnie, I’m scared,” you confessed in a whisper.

“I know, baby.” She didn’t suggest going back to talk to Master Bang, because nothing would come out of it. Once he’d made up his mind, he was immovable. She just held you, offering as much comfort as she could – which wasn’t much.

Finally, you couldn’t put it off any longer and slid off the bed, still carrying Injeolmi. “I should pack,” you said, sighing in defeat, and deposited the cat back on the bed, where he sat watching you with unblinking eyes. “You’re such a lucky boy, you know?” you said to him, scratching his head between his ears. He closed his eyes in response. “Not having to worry about anything and all that.”

Jennie, helpfully, had already pulled out your suitcases while you were wasting time talking to your cat.

By the time Seokjin and Namjoon finished their business with Master Bang and went to find you (using their noses to track you down) you were packing up with Jennie’s help. Since you didn’t have that many personal items, it didn’t take a long time to pack those.

When the two vampires opened the door, the first thing they noticed was you, standing in front of a goddamn weapons rack wondering how to pack all your weapons. The second was the largest housecat they’d ever seen standing on the bed hissing at them. They blinked at the chubby Norwegian forest cat with beige and white fur whose hackles had risen. The white fur on his sides, belly and legs came up to a point on his forehead, and the top of his head, back and tail were a light orange.

“Injeolmi, what’s wrong?” you asked in a panic as you heard the cat hiss. In the two years that you’d been raising him, your baby had hissed maybe all of two times, so you immediately reacted to the sound of his distress. Whipping around to see what was upsetting him, your mouth fell open in surprise when you saw the two tall vampires crowding your doorway.

“What are you doing here?” you grumped, still bitter about their role in everything that had happened to you in the past few days. You were sure they’d also been the ones to suggest that you move in with them, given how weird they’d been about detaining you in the first place.

Seokjin hesitated, unsure what to do in the face of your obvious hostility towards them, but Namjoon stepped forward. “We came to see if you needed some help, Y/n,” he offered gently.

You frowned, and were about to tell them where they could put their help, but Jennie, ever the more prudent of the two of you, cut in before you could open your mouth. “That’s so nice of you!” she gushed from where she was kneeling over the suitcase she was packing to zip it up. “Let me just close this, and you can help take it down.”

Your gaze flew over to Jennie and you started to tell her to butt out, but her stern expression made you hold your tongue, and the way her eyes flickered down to the suitcase you were currently tending told you you had better do the same.

Sighing, you finished stuffing the last of your belongings in and closed it up. The two vampires then took one each and left, bringing them to their car.

“What the hell was that?!” you hissed the moment they were out of sight.

Jennie rolled her eyes at you. “I know you’re not happy about going to live with them, but you’re going to live with them, and they can eat you at any moment, Y/n-ah. Please, please, try not to get them to drain you.”

You sulked, but knew that she was probably right. Like it or not, your fate was in their hands now, and if you wanted to continue living you should probably stop provoking them.

“Baby, it’ll be fine,” she said, coming around the bed to hug you when she saw the way your lip wobbled slightly. “I’ll try my best to figure things out and have you sent back here, okay? Just hang in there.” She brushed your hair off your forehead and pressed a kiss to it.

With a whine, you pulled her fingers out of your hair and held her hand in yours as you tilted your face up slightly to kiss her properly.

“Y/n –” she protested halfheartedly against your lips. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Shh,” you said, biting her lower lip gently. “Who knows when we’ll get to do this again?”

She couldn’t really argue with your flawless logic, so she just shut up and deepened the kiss. You moaned as her tongue flicked at the seam between your lips, then softly against yours, the sensation causing heat to pool between your legs. She smirked against your mouth, and you got your payback by sneaking your hand up her shirt, rolling her nipple between your fingers. She never wore a bra if she didn’t need to, and she definitely didn’t need to when she was just going to hang out in your room.

With a gasp, she turned the two of you around and pushed you down on the bed, straddling your hips. “We don’t have time, baby girl. They’re going to come back any moment now,” she said, ever the responsible one.

You pouted up at her, holding your hand out for her to take. “I know, unnie,” you responded with disappointment as she put her hand in yours and you tugged on it so she lay down half on top of you. “I’ll miss you, though,” you breathed, your lips chasing hers again.

“I’ll miss you too, sweetie,” Jennie replied, obligingly kissing you back. “No one eats pussy as well as you,” she said teasingly.

Detaching from her, you giggled. “Jackson didn’t do well, then?” you asked, referring to another hunter she’d hooked up with two weeks ago.

Jennie made a face in response. “You’d think he’d never gone down on a girl before,” she complained.

“Aww, poor baby,” you said with a faux pout, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her close to kiss you again. Because you both knew there was no way you could do anything more, the kisses you traded were lazy and slow, simply about being together rather than any end goal. You were still tangled together on the bed, Injeolmi long having hopped off with an irritated meow to sit somewhere else, when Seokjin and Namjoon returned.

“Shit,” they whispered in unison at the decadent sight before them. Neither of you noticed their quiet exhalations, so wrapped up in each other, and their eyes met for a second before turning back to stare at you. Jealousy and arousal warred for dominance as they eagerly drank in the sight of you, their mate, wrapped in the embrace of another woman. Better yet, the scent of your arousal was wafting gently through the air, and they took it in hungrily as they ate you up with their eyes.

It was Jennie who noticed the two men ogling them first, when she broke the kiss to take a breath and rested her head on your shoulder, which gave her a perfect view of the door.

“Jesus!” she screamed in surprise and terror, startling you. Your eyes jerked open and flew towards the same direction that Jennie was currently gaping at. They knew when you’d spotted them because you squeaked in horror and mortification before turning your back to them and pressing your face into Jennie’s chest, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Your arousal disappeared in an instant, although the residual scent remained in the room, and it took a moment for the boys to snap out of it.

Seokjin coughed awkwardly as Namjoon scratched the back of his neck. “Uh…” the younger vampire said hesitantly. “Do you need us to help you with anything else?”

Jennie glared at them as you whimpered and burrowed deeper into her. She held on to you protectively, her eyes narrowed. She could see the way they were practically salivating over the two of you and she didn’t like it, knowing that you were going to be alone with them in their huge, isolated manor for the foreseeable future.

“Yeah, can you pack up all that cat stuff,” she directed them. Hesitantly, Seokjin moved towards the food bowl while Namjoon picked up the water bowl to dump out the water.

Hearing the dry food rattling around the container, you shot up, your embarrassment forgotten as your Type A personality emerged. That food dispenser was your baby, and a little fidgety, so you dismantled it gently, sealing the food container shut. Since you wouldn’t let him touch it until you were done, Seokjin found himself with nothing to do but watch you as you became completely focused on the task at hand. He greedily soaked everything in – the little frown, the set of your jaw, the dexterity with which your fingers moved as you fiddled with all the moving parts – committing it all to memory. His mate.

Eventually, everything was all packed up, and you just had to get Injeolmi into the vampires’ car. For the past two years, you’d been keeping him a secret, but you figured that there was no point to it now, and you got the huge cat carrier you’d bought on impulse online down from the top shelf of your closet. “Come on, baby,” you coaxed him into it, before zipping it up and picking it up.

“Okay, we can go,” you said to the others in the room. As you were exiting the room one last time, you turned back to take a last glance at it. This was where you’d been living ever since you could remember, and you couldn’t believe you were leaving. It was barren and empty now, even the bed stripped of the sheets, and you felt a sinking feeling in your gut at the thought that someone else would be living here now, and there was no sign of the fact that you’d been here almost all your life in the room. It was like you’d never been there in the first place.

The thought made you swallow hard as you turned back to walk down the hallway, shutting the door behind you.

The suite of rooms that made up Master Bang’s quarters was massive. He could see almost every part of the compound from the various windows in his suite, so it really wasn’t a surprise to you when you looked up from the driveway and saw the lone figure in the window on the top floor.

After kissing Jennie goodbye for the last time – to much awkward throat-clearing by the boys – you looked up and saw him standing in the window staring at you. Jennie, following your gaze, saw him too, and looked back at you, squeezing your hand gently.

You wondered if you should wave goodbye, but a wave of sheer pettiness overtook you and instead, you deliberately turned your back on him, putting Injeolmi’s carrier on the seat of the giant SUV the boys had brought, before getting in yourself. “Bye, Jennie-unnie,” you said, trying to hide the waver in your voice. From the way her lips pressed together, you knew you hadn’t been successful.

From his vantage point, Master Bang half-smiled. He wouldn’t have expected anything less from you. The moment the vehicle you were in left the Guild compound, he turned and walked away from the window.

With an urgency that belied his status, he hurried down the flight of stairs behind a mirror in his walk-in closet.

“Is she gone?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “She’s left with the pureblood brothers.”

“Excellent. The next stage of the prophecy will be set into motion.”

Four of the vampires were waiting eagerly at the garage when Seokjin drove in, and both he and Namjoon sighed at the sight of their brothers. The youngest three looked deliriously excited to be there, while Yoongi, standing off to the side, just looked grumpy, undoubtedly because he was missing out on a nap and was basically forced to babysit his younger brothers.

When you stepped out of the car with Injeolmi in tow, Jimin gasped comically loudly, his eyes becoming huge as he took in the cat carrier. Almost vibrating with excitement, he asked, “Is that a cat?”

Frowning, you held the carrier a little closer to your chest. “Yes, Jimin,” you said, eyeing him warily. He was the only one whose name you knew, apart from Seokjin and Namjoon, of course, because you’d heard Master Bang refer to them by name, although you weren’t sure which was which.

Yoongi pushed himself off the wall and ambled over to pull Jimin away from you. “Stop it, you’re upsetting the cat already,” he grumbled. To you, he nodded in greeting. “I’m Yoongi,” he introduced himself, holding a hand out to shake yours.

That seemed to be the cue for the others, as they took turns telling you their names. There was no way you were going to remember them all this quickly, though, especially since your mind was only half there and still extremely unwilling to fully accept that this was your life now.

Thankfully, with all the vampires around helping you, moving into your new quarters didn’t take much time at all. You wound up trailing after the six vampires who’d taken all your stuff – particularly that little muscle pig Jungkook whose room you’d woken up in – holding nothing but the cat carrier, which gave you plenty of time to gawk at your surroundings. You’d been in the manor before, but that had been while you were leaving, and you were looking around with fresh eyes at your new home now.

Once they’d dropped off everything in your new quarters, they seemed to hesitate, standing around the living area like they didn’t want to leave. Taehyung even offered to help you unpack and set up everything, but you’d just wanted to be alone, so you told him you were really tired, not even up to faking a smile.

They seemed to get it after that, filing out one by one. Jimin paused, and you knew he’d been hoping for an invitation to spend some time getting to know Injeolmi, but he didn’t push, giving you a small smile before he left. “I hope you feel better soon,” was all he said.

Yeah, right. With a derisive roll of your eyes as you shut the door behind them, you went back over to where you’d placed the cat carrier on the floor and unzipped it. You knew it would take a while for Injeolmi to feel comfortable enough to come out and explore his new home, so you just left it in the middle of the living area and got to work unpacking.

Your first order of business was setting up all the cat essentials – water bowl, food dispenser, and litterbox. Once that was done, you started exploring the rest of your suite. On the up side, you thought sardonically, you definitely had more space now than you did back at the Guild. With beautiful high ceilings, spacious rooms with lots of natural light and an unexpectedly modern interior design, this really was an upgrade from the small, functional room you’d lived in all your life.

Too bad you didn’t have much to fill it up. All of the clothing you owned fit into one suitcase, and the other was mostly full of additional necessities like bath products and electronics. The beautiful walk-in closet off to the side of your bedroom wasn’t even half filled when you’d unpacked all your stuff and lined up your suitcases in a corner.

When there was nothing left for you to putz around, you sighed and drew yourself a nice bath. They’d been thoughtful enough to leave an array of luxe bath products like bubble bath and bath bombs, which you threw into the water because hey, why not, right? Such amenities had been few and far between at the Guild.

While you were soaking in the bath, Injeolmi finally worked up the courage to start exploring, and you knew because you heard him pawing at the bathroom door, trying to open it.

“Mommy’s busy,” you called, hoping he’d go explore somewhere else. Instead of having the intended effect, however, hearing your voice made him try extra insistently to open the door, and you knew he would eventually succeed because the door handle was actually moving.

With a sigh, you got out of the bath and pulled the stopper out, drying yourself with one of their ultra fluffy bath towels and getting into a similarly soft and fluffy bathrobe. Really, they’d set everything up like it was a hotel room instead of a residence.

When you opened the door, Injeolmi sat on his haunches and chattered at you like he hadn’t just been making a fuss earlier. “You’re such an attention whore,” you sighed as you picked him up. Placing him on the king size bed that looked smaller than it really was because the room was so large, you went back into the walk-in closet to change into your pajamas.

As you went to sleep that night, you couldn’t help but think of your new fancy suite as a gilded cage.

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

ROBYN

Covering my tattoo didn't feel as liberating as I expected it to. The next few days, I used my sore hand as an excuse to skip work. I didn't do anything but lay on my living room sofa and get high all day. I skipped showers and barely ate. I couldn't even find the energy to talk to Mel or whoever else was blowing up my phone. All I wanted was to be alone. Even when Dre came knocking at my door for the fourth day in a row, I prepared to leave him standing there again. Then he threatened to file a missing persons report.

"I swear to God Anna, you in a bougie ass neighborhood. It won't take long for the police to get here." He shouted, as he peered through my living room window.

"I'm fine! Now go away!" I yelled, barely moving a muscle.

"I wish you would stop acting like a kid! I just want to talk for a minute." The sincerity in his voice made me give in, but I took my sweet time getting to the door. When I cracked it, he still offered a soft smile.

"Can you let me in?" he pleaded, hearing Ollie and Pepe jumping to greet him as well. I sighed, took off the latch, and opened the door to let him in. Once he was in the threshold, they attacked his ankles with love until he bent down to rub their bellies.

“I know you haven’t been to work in a few days. I been calling and stopping by everyday. You got me worried as fuck, what’s going on with you?!” he quizzed, staring me over.

“Damn, a bitch can’t take a vacation? I mean, I am the boss.” I forced a laugh as I pulled out my rolling tray. I could tell I was gonna need to be high for this.

“Who you trying to fool? You don’t look good.” he frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m not trying to look good. I’m tryna get high...you wanna smoke?” I offered, holding it out to him.

“I’m serious. I know you an-”

“I mean, does anyone really know anyone” I side-eyed, cutting him off with a smirk.

“Stop that shit! I’m not joking around. Have you seen your doctor yet?” he snapped, getting to the reason behind his calls and visits. The doctor in him  had to make sure I was good.

“I made an appointment for his next available opening which is two weeks out, is that okay Dr. Dre?”

“I hate when you do that. Stop making it seem like I’m overreacting.”

“You are, like you always do.”

“Alright, if I’m overreacting, show me how many doses you have left of the meds I gave you last week?” he demanded. I started to blow him off, but realized he was right. I had taken them all.

“I was having some stomach pain and headaches. They were the only thing that stopped it.” I explained, as I lit the blunt I finished rolling.

“That’s what I’m trying to get you to understand. You need them, go get a prescription cause I feel like you need something stronger than what I gave you.”

“Do you think you could hook me up with a few more, since I have to wait two more weeks?”

“Hell nah. I can’t hook you up with shit, but if you come to the office I can get you on the books.”

“Damn, I forget you a man who goes by the books.” I blew a few rings of smoke in his direction.

“Do you have to smoke so much?”

“Do you have to be in my fuckin business so much?”

“Wow. Really?”

“You heard me. You stay acting like you care so much. Why is that? Huh? You want some pussy? If that’s all you want just say that, I mean, I could use some dick too”.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You know what, I don’t know what you’re on right now, but I’m out. Call me when you’re sober” he stormed out, slamming my front door.

The noise from the slam created a tingling ache in my stomach that traveled up to my chest. Suddenly the room felt too small and I couldn't catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and wrapped my hands around my elbows, as I rocked back and forth. I don't know how long it took for it to subside, but when it did, I realized I'd pissed on myself. I guess Dre was right after all, this was getting out of control.

I got up and ran myself a bubble bath. When I got out, I looked myself over in the mirror and was disgusted with my reflection. My skin was a mess, I was in need of a brow wax, and worse of all, I had a huge cluster of pimples on my chin. On top of looking like shit, I still felt like shit. I knew this couldn’t go on, so I called John to let him know I needed him tomorrow for the entire day. It was time for some much needed self love.

CHRIS

“I’m cool on relationships. I'm mad I even wasted time on that shit” I spat, tossing back a shot of Henny.

“Don’t beat yourself up bro, I told you about that long distance shit. She was probably fucking somebody else too”

“She was celibate T” I repeated for the umpteenth time, shaking my head with irritation.

“Whatever you say” he chuckled, sticking to his cheating theory.

“You know what, this is pretty much your fault now that I think about it”

“How you figure that?”

“You’re the reason I went on that double date, and you’re the reason I was stuck with Ryan’s drunk, freaky ass” I exclaimed, almost knocking over my chaser. I hadn't been this faded since Trey's bachelor party.

“Well damn, sounds like you need to be thanking me.”

“I lost my girl because of you”

“No, you lost a dead end relationship. Nobody wants to be stuck in that long distance shit, and she wasn’t giving up the goods either! That ain’t no way to live”

“Fuck you T. Everything is a joke to you huh?

“I’m sorry bro. For real tho, if you can say you were happy, or that she was your soulmate or some shit...then I’ll apologize” he stated before a long pause. “Exactly”

“Yeah, you might be on to something, but I guess now we'll never know”

“No, I am right and you know it. You need to get ya manhood back. This is the best the west coast has to offer, and you get the pick of the litter.” he slurred, as he waved some chicks in our direction. Before I could protest, two dancers approached us. They were both rocking dazzled lingerie and matching masks on their faces. The shorter one straddled T’s lap and immediately began gyrating on him.

“Hey baby, it’s been too long. I thought you wasn’t fucking with me anymore, but I see you brought a friend.” she smiled, placing his hands on her ass.

“Yeah, this my brother. He just got dumped and needs to be welcomed to the single life”

“Well he came to the right place. This my girl Goldilocks. It’s her first night, so don’t worry, she’ll be gentle.” she smirked, making eye contact with her as she nodded in my direction.

On cue, Goldilocks sat on my lap and started to whine her hips to Juvenile's slow motion. I couldn’t front, it had been so long since I had some ass, it didn’t take long for me to stand at attention.

“Follow me” she ordered, leading me towards the back of the club. She found the last empty room and lead the way inside.

“Sit there” she motioned towards the sofa as she seductively removed her bra and tossed it at me.

“MMMMM” she moaned, placing my hands on her breasts. I squeezed and rubbed her nipples while she grinded on me in her panties. She leaned into me and began to suck softly on my neck. Her scent filled my nostrils, and that’s when Robyn invaded my mind. Goldilocks was wearing Dolce and Gabana, her favorite perfume.

“Don’t stop touching me” she groaned, grabbing my manhood and squeezing as tight as she could. Her touch was electrifying, sending shocks throughout my body. After a few moments of her skin up against mine, I was ready to take her right there on the couch.

As if she was reading my mind, she stood, stepped back, and began peeling away her stockings. Just when I thought there was no way I could get any stiffer, I noticed a tattoo going down her side. It was just like the one Robyn had. I knew must’ve been tripping, but I had to know if it was her. As quick as I could, I hopped off the couch I was glued to and snatched the mask from Goldilock’s face.

“What the fuck!” I yelled as she jumped back and readjusted it.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s okay” Rayven sighed trying to calm me down.

“This is not okay!”

“Chill, ya’ll not even together anymore. I know how to keep my mouth shut. Besides, she’s not my cousin anymore. I don’t claim her ass.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?”

“Look, the bitch is crazy and I don’t fuck with her. You obviously don’t either, after the way she beat my ass over your rejection the other day.”

“What? I’m confused. Ya’ll fought?”

“Chris please, stop playing dumb. We fought over you plenty of times! But fuck all of that. Run me my money.?” she ordered, holding her hand out.

“Chill with that, I  ain’t paying you for shit” I pushed past her, grabbed my jacket, and left the room.

ROBYN 

After the way I acted before my panic attack yesterday, I knew I had hella ass kissing to do. I don’t know what I was thinking when I pissed Dre off. He’s the only reason I haven’t gone off the deep end already, so I knew I had to make things right with him. 

I got up super early even though I barely had any sleep. Regardless of how I felt, I was going to make the most of today. I found a full service spa and got the luxury package. It included a full body massage, pedi, mani, and even a wax. I was there for a total of three hours, and by the time I left, I felt like I could conquer the world. 

“Where to boss lady?” John asked, making eye contact through the rear view mirror as I slid in the backseat.

“I need to see Aundre. Would you happen to know where he is right now?” 

“I do, but imma be honest with you. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Did he say something to you?”

“I witnessed the aftermath last night. I’m not picking sides, hell I don’t even know what it was about, but I do know a hurt ego when I see one. Maybe it’ll be best to give him a little space.”

“I’ve known Dre for a long time now. Thanks for the advice, but I got this” I reassured him as he nodded his understanding. “Matter of fact. I have a couple of stops before his office if you don’t mind.”

Almost an hour later, I entered Dre’s office with steak and potatoes from his favorite steakhouse in LA and a bottle of Cabernet in tow. It was a few minutes before noon, so I figured I would surprise him with his favorite. No one can resist their favorite meal, even if they are  pissed.

The first face I saw when I approached the receptionist’s window angered me to the core. I wanted to know what he was smoking on to have this woman in his presence, let alone his business. After everything she did to him, he still gave her what she wanted when she showed up with an open hand, and that had my blood boiling.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” Teyana asked, without even looking in my direction as she took a seat at her computer.

“Wait...you work here?” I stammered, trying to gather my words.

“No, I just like the uniform” she smirked, rolling her eyes. A million questions ran through my mind and I couldn’t help but want to slap the smirk off her face. They had to be fucking again.

“Can you let Dre know I’m here. I just need a minute of his time.”

“He’s busy with right now, but I can let him know you stopped by.”

“I’ll wait. I just need a minute, this is import-"

"-I'm sorry Robyn, but he's with a patient. He asked me not to interrupt his patients unless it's for his mother. Now I can take your number and have him call you when he gets a chance."

“Are you kidding? You know he would drop whatever he’s doing to see me right?” I snapped in frustration. I was trying to keep the peace, but she was intentionally pushing my buttons. 

“Tuh, girl please” she chuckled, getting a kick out of my attitude. I don’t know who she thought she was playing with, but I wasn’t the one. I took it upon myself to go through the doors that led to the back and found Dre’s office. Which wasn’t very difficult, his door was open and I had a clear shot of him sitting at his desk. 

I walked right past Teyana with a smirk of my own this time. By the time I reached Dre, that smirk was gone. There was some other chick in his office comparing notes with him, which wasn’t the problem. She was practically in his lap with the way she leaned into him, she was so close that one of her big ass breasts was resting on his arm. 

"Excuse me Dr. Dre” I cleared my throat and the girl jumped back. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked in complete surprise. 

“I brought you some lunch, but I guess your still working.” I paused glancing at the now irritated co worker. It was obvious Dre was hiring nothing but eye candy around here. He always had a thing for double d’s.

“Naw, Ms. Westwood and I were just finishing up. Give her these instructions and have her come back in a week” he stated, turning to face her. She grabbed her files and quickly left his office, making sure to look me up and down as she tossed her hair over her shoulder on the way out. Not this bitch too. I was gonna have to have a little talk with Dre about his choice of employees.

“So what is this supposed to be, an apology lunch?” he asked, closing the door to his office. The tone of his voice made it obvious he wasn’t gonna make this easy for me.

“Sorta. I needed to apologize but I wanted to surprise you with your favorite. Besides, this is my first time getting to see this place in person. It’s dope!” I forced a smile, taking a seat in the chair across from his desk. His piercing eyes stayed on mine making him hard to read, so I began to set his food up.

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t have an appetite right now, so I’ll just put that in the fridge until later.”

“Wow. Okay, you’re really upset with me huh?”

“Robyn, I don’t know what fucking planet you living on, but you don’t treat people the way you do and still expect everything to be cool.”

“I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? I don’t know why I say fucked up shit sometimes, but I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

“Well sorry don’t cut it. Shits gotta change.” he shook his head, making me feel shitty.

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t like whatever this is either. I need some help getting it together. Can you help me get through these next couple of weeks?” I sighed as his demeanor instantly hardened.

“And there it is”

“What?”

“The reason you’re here. You’re abusing these drugs and I’m the one supplying you. I’m beginning to notice a pattern, but I don’t want to believe you only come around when you need something from me” he nodded, as if he’d really solved a mystery.

“How dare you?! That’s not fair. You know how hard shit has been for me! You surrounded by all these bitches that’s taking advantage of yo stupid ass, they got you questioning my intentions!” I erupted like a fish out of water. “Everyday is a struggle to get out of bed. How the fuck can I show up for anyone else when I can barely show up for myself?! You know what, nevermind. Fuck it, I don’t need anything from you!”

“Wait! I wasn’t trying to argue and fight but why do you make shit so hard?” he yelled, blocking the exit so I couldn’t storm out. 

“Excuse me. You better get out of my way!”

“Chill Anna. Let’s just go back and have a se-”

“MOVE OUT MY FUCKIN WAY!” I yelled so loud there was no way anyone in the building missed it. He slowly backed from the door, a mixture of hurt and confusion on his face as my eyes met his, glare as intense as laser beams. I didn’t know whether to cry, slap him, or curse him out and act a fool. I couldn’t believe he called me an addict to my face. I had to get out before I did something stupid.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 14

Summary: Erik wilding out as usual...

Mature Audience. NSFW. Smut.

"Don't want to be no where but here No where in this atmosphere Stratosphere, ionosphere Ain't no sphere that's bright like here Don't want to be no where but here No where in this atmosphere I'm good where I am

Baby slow down, take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay, hey I got so much that I want to do But I can show you better than I can say…"

Mos Def/Yasiin Bey – "The Panties"

He kept Giselle on her back in his bed all night.

Seducing her out of her room into his had been easy. Her mouth on his let him know she was aching to be with him.

He was mentally high because of the vibranium, and whenever his mind was whirling with excitement, his body was sure to follow, and he picked Giselle up and carried her back across the hall to his room where she disrobed the moment he closed his door.

She undressed him before they were kissing again and she sat down on the edge of his bed taking his erection in her hand and stroking it a few times before wrapping her eager lips around the head. He held one hand on her head and pumped into her throat. She took him right to the edge before he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs back so he could lick and suck her folds.

She was succulent and so ready for his dick. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her face. She didn't talk, even when he spoke soft words of encouragement about how much he loved eating her pussy, but she did make soft moans that made his dick jump from the sound. Before she could cum all over his lips, he stood back up and shoved his length back into her hot mouth.

"Take this nut, girl."

Her head tilted back and she rubbed her pussy lips with two fingers moving rapidly back and forth. He gasped and called out her name as semen splashed in her mouth and on her face. He beat his meat a little more and groaned when more ejaculate shot out on her cheek. She came then, her own nimble fingers making her scream his name as she stared up at Erik, his own face still scrunched up from his orgasm.

Staring at her face, he knew he only wanted to do missionary with her. She had his skin on fire and he walked to his bathroom to grab a warm towel to clean her face. He grabbed a few condoms from his sink and returned to her side. She was already sprawled out on his bed and he joined her for more vigorous kissing.

"We working right? This ain't fraternizing," he teased and she laughed until he licked her nipples and took his time exploring her breasts. Her fingers traced around his balls until he was hard again.

"Why you make me wait this long?" he sighed into her ear.

He ate her out slowly until her vulva spasmed on his lips and then he rolled a condom onto his dick with her help. He stroked her face and ran his fingers down her body. Opening her thighs wide, Giselle watched him enter her wet center.

"Fuck your shit is tight!" he shouted.

Her hands pressed onto his stomach and her eyes stayed on his thickness as he stretched her out. His eyes dropped down to watch his dick, and he shouted again when he saw she had a pussy that gripped and didn't let go even when he slid in and out. The inner and outer lips were stretched tight around him. She lifted her legs up and he pushed them back for leverage, his eyes never leaving the sight of tight wet pussy sliding on his sheathed pole.

"Giselle…damn…why you keep this pussy from me?"

Her head whipped back and forth until he hit a spot inside of her that made her keep her head on his pillow to one side as she panted out his name with syrupy sweet moans that made him stop looking at her sticky goodness and focus on her face. He was so turned on watching her take his thrusts. The suction sound of his dick entering her made his ears happy.

"You tryna make a nigga empty out his balls again…shit…"

Pressing his full weight down on her, Giselle clawed his back and her heavy pants made sultry music in his ears once more. Winding his hips slowly, her grunts under him made him clench his glutes.

"You takin' all this meat, baby…like a good girl should…"

"Erik…hmmm…!"

She shouted his name several more times before he shifted back onto his knees to watch her face again and to slow stroke deep within her walls. He could see how his stretching her out had made her wetter, his condom was glossy with fresh slick.

Wiggling around on his length, Giselle started to go crazy with it and she had him twisted up around her finger now. She left a wetter trail down the condom and he knew she was a true rider when she wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his ass tight. Now she was giving him that ooh-ooh because that was all that was falling out of his mouth as his back hunched up. He was feeling the fuck out of her pussy and he wondered if she was going all out to impress him or if this was her normal fucking…cuz if it was…

"Fuck, Ma…I feel that shit…I feel it…shit…"

His balls were slapping her ass hard and were slathered with the juices spilling from her. He gripped her legs and pushed them up higher so he could watch her face again. That was the best part of sex with her. Watching her heavy-lidded eyes take in his face full of lust for her.

"I been shoulda had this pussy, girl. Look how you taking my shit…look how you taking it—"

Her small breasts looked so pretty bouncing, and his condom was so slick that it was making obscene noises in her pussy.

"I'ma buss in this pussy all night—"

"Hmmph…"

Her eyes shut tight when his fingers thrummed around her clit.

"…pussy so tight on my dick…fucking my shit so good…"

Giselle's hips snapped up and her legs shook in his arms. The look her eyes gave him as her pussy spasmed all around his dick made him erupt hard and he broke the condom.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he allowed the rest of his semen to coat her walls with thick ejaculate. He pulled out and the tattered prophylactic gave way to his creamy cum flooding out of her gushy slit.

"Damn…sorry Giselle."

He pulled away from her and threw the destroyed condom into the wastebasket.

Giselle stayed limp on his bed, her body glistening with the sheen of happily earned sweat.

"It's okay, we're good," she said.

He slid next to her.

"I'm on Prurit if you want to check my status. I'm clean," he said.

He felt like he was talking too much and killing the vibe.

"I use Prurit too, Erik. We're good."

"I can show you—"

She lifted up and touched his mouth.

"Shut up and kiss me."

He did as he was told and she let him hit it the rest of the night raw and nasty.

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Room service was at the hotel door fast with good timing.

Erik enjoyed Giselle working him over on top as he relaxed under her. He didn't think he had any sperm left in him, but he soaked her walls again with a good hard morning nut to start his day.

She was mad wild in bed and he loved every moment with her. She had him hollering all night and he felt bad for anyone in the next room to his because he did not hold back. A nigga was hoarse as fuck.

"We better eat this food and run, cause we are going to be late if we don't," he said opening the door.

Mistake.

He should've checked the peephole.

"What happened to you last night? You should've texted me…"

Athena bustled past him and started unbuttoning her top before Erik could stop her. His eyes darted over to his king-size bed and Athena saw Giselle butt naked and soaked in his cum.

Athena closed her eyes for a second and then glared at Erik.

"So…that's why," she said.

She didn't sound mad, or hurt, or even disappointed.

Giselle sat on his bed looking puffed-up and self-satisfied. She reached for her robe that sat on the floor and took her time pulling it around her.

"See ya later, Erik," Giselle said.

"Yeah…um…see you at the mini-lab…"

"You should've called or texted me, Erik," Athena said.

"My bad. I got back here hella late and then I just lost track of time and—"

The slap from her hand knocked the last words he tried to say out of his mouth.

"Don't hit him!" Giselle shouted pushing Athena away from him.

Erik held his face, the sting from her open palm exacerbated by the scratch of her nails that went with it.

Athena pushed back from Giselle.

"Just have some respect for people's time when you make plans. If you weren't going to follow through…you know what…forget it."

She tossed a small bag onto his bed.

"Athena, hold on—"

He grabbed her hand and she yanked it back.

"Giselle, just go," he said holding the door open for her.

"Don't let her put hands on you, Erik—"

"I got this, Giselle, please…I'll call you later—"

"Don't count on it!" Athena called out.

Giselle left him with worry on her face. He closed the door.

Grabbing the bag from his bed, he opened it. A Danish and some orange juice sat inside it.

"Thanks for breakfast," he said.

Athena rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. Glancing at his messy bed she shook her head.

"You didn't waste any time. She spent the night with you?"

He kept his mouth shut.

"Erik, I don't care that she slept with you. I'm not upset about that. I'm pissed that you never returned my calls. I was worried. Samira said she left you at the mini-lab last night. I called you twice. I bought dinner for you because I know you skip meals when you work late. I just get pissed when people don't follow through with plans and don't let me know anything."

"I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional…I just got caught up."

She nodded.

"I'll see you later—"

"You not just saying that right? Can we be cool? Do you accept my apology?"

"We can be cool. Later. I'm still ticked, but I'll live."

"Give me a minute," he said.

He ran into his bathroom and showered. Brushing his teeth, he decided not to shave, letting the dark new growth stay put. He doused a bit of cologne on his body and wrapped a towel around his waist.

She was still in his room when he came back out much to his relief.

Getting caught with Giselle was not in his plans and he scolded himself internally for not calling her. He should've stayed in Giselle's room.

He wolfed down the Danish she bought for him and washed it down with the small can of juice. Athena stood by the hotel window looking out at the skyline of Manhattan. She wore a beautiful tangerine colored body con dress and open-toed heels. Her hair was slicked back and her make-up was on point.

He walked up behind her.

He'd been busted before with messing around, but he felt bad this time because he honestly hadn't meant to ignore her. He got caught up with the vibranium trying to study it fast and then when he arrived at the hotel, his mind was spinning and then he saw Giselle…in a robe…

He wrapped his arms around her chest and pressed his cheek against hers.

"You got me dinner yesterday?"

"Tri-tip with the barbecue baked beans and greens that you like from the restaurant."

"Damn. You still have it?"

"In my room's mini-fridge."

"I'll have that for lunch today, but let me take you out to make up for it."

"You think I want to go out with you again?"

He nuzzled her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I'ma keep telling you that."

He kissed her neck and she pulled away from him but he pulled her back against him. His lips danced across her earlobe and he heard her give a gentle hiss when he stuck the tip of his tongue in her ear.

"You were supposed to be with me last night," she sighed.

"Sorry, baby…"

His fingers ran up and caressed the tips of her breasts.

"The way she was looking, I know you fucked her good. Didn't you?"

He snaked his tongue in her other ear and she pushed back against him, her hands reaching out and pressing against the window.

His fingers pulled back the top of her dress and bra releasing her breasts.

"Didn't you?" she asked again.

"Yeah…I did…"

Athena groaned into the window and he rocked his hips into her.

"I fucked her right before you walked in here. Had her creaming on my dick raw…"

Nipples hard, ass soft, Athena gasped when she felt his nature rising against her. He let the towel drop from his hips.

"Got my dick real hard again. You must want me to fuck you like I did her, huh?"

Athena whimpered. He yanked her dress up and ripped her panties off. Her lacy undies fell to the floor.

He gripped his erection and dragged it against her slit.

"You must've been wet thinking about me this morning when you walked over here."

He poked his glans right at her entrance.

"Can I dick you down raw like her?"

She knew his status and he knew hers. They were good, but she hadn't let him do her like that yet.

Athena reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He pushed in to the hilt.

"You still mad at me?"

He gripped her neck and squeezed it and held her arm with his other hand.

"Yes," she admitted.

He fucked her gently.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to fuck her pussy hard in my bed…"

The groan that fell from Athena's lips made his dick rock hard in her pussy. She was definitely a freak getting off on him fucking someone else. And he loved it. He stoked the flames higher.

"I beat that pussy up…had that bitch cumming all night—"

"Fuck me…fuck me like that—"

"I'ma fuck you good and hard. I messed up baby…I nutted all in her tight pussy…"

Athena threw her ass back on him, he could hear and see her big tits smacking together. He loved the way the weight of them hung down and jiggled as he pounded her.

"I was balls deep in her, just like I am now…deep in that pussy."

"You should've called me…fuck…let me know you were okay…I wanted this dick so bad last night…"

"I'm sorry…shit…I'm sorry…I'll make it up to you baby…I promise…ah fuck…taking this dick so deep. I'ma let you feel these balls too…"

He rocked on his heels and thrust up into her hard, lifting her onto her toes. The smacking of their bodies was loud and his nut sack grew tight enough to make his lips curl up with tension. He cradled her heavy breasts in his hands and let her rock back onto his length.

"Catch this nut!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah…oh shit…you gone get all this…right now…oh bitch…you getting this cum!"

His legs shook and his ass clenched squeezing every ounce out of his balls. His dick pumped so hard into her he thought he would pass out.

He staggered back out of breath and she turned around to look at him with so much wanton lust in her eyes. He couldn't believe the sex these two women were giving his greedy young ass.

Athena took her fingers and touched his lips.

"You are forgiven," she announced.

He picked her up and tossed her on the dry side of his massive king-sized bed.

"I got some more making up to do."

He would be late for his meeting with Tony but…

…fuck it.

Chapter 15 HERE.

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[duker42]

Hello 👋🏻 Could I ask for a oneshot where Erwin and Levi were looking at their s/o(s) in the Mess Hall and Erwin talked about his great idea to have foursome to Levi? When the games started, Erwin asked his s/o and Levi’s s/o to have a lil makeout and use double ended dildo. It’s a mess yet hot night 🔥💦💦💦

The thirst is real!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Commander Erwin is a kinky bastard. Lol

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Wild Night💜

Levi watched Y/N laugh with Amy and lightly push her. The other woman pushed back and then hugged Y/N.

He turned back to look at Erwin who was also watching his lover and Y/N play around as they chatted and ate their evening meal. “Do you really think they would go for it?” He asked dryly. “I don’t feel like getting my balls cut off in my sleep.”

Erwin chuckled and answered, his voice sounded sure. “I think they absolutely would do it.”

Levi had his doubts. He wasn’t so sure that Amy and Y/N would want to have a foursome. He knew that Erwin had long since fantasized about having a group session, he had no doubt that his friend wanted Y/N, he would be crazy not to. And Levi couldn’t deny that Amy was just as sexy as Y/N. Given permission, he wouldn’t hesitate to play with the girl, as long as Y/N was there and completely okay with it. Plus the idea of watching Erwin fuck Y/N had it’s own unique appeal.

He frowned as he tried to take his mind off of the subject, his cock starting to swell and he wanted to be able to walk out of the Mess Hall soon without embarrassing himself.

“So what, you’re just going to call them to your office and ask if they want to have an orgy?” Levi snorted, imagining the look on the girl’s faces if he did.

Levi’s mouth dropped open with Erwin turned to him with a wicked grin. “That’s a great idea.”

~~~~~

“Okay, so I know why Erwin called you to his office this late, but what do you think he wants with me?” Y/N asked as they stopped in front of the Commander’s office.

Amy shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know, maybe drinks? I saw him leave with Levi.”

“Oh, okay then.” Y/N felt marginally better about being ordered to Erwin’s office. He probably had just asked his cadet to tell them to come because he and Levi were busy working on a report but wanted to relax afterwards with a drink with friends.

Opening the door, Amy entered without knocking, reminding Y/N so much of herself when she barged into Levi’s office unannounced. Erwin look up and smiled, just like Levi always did. She spotted her lover leaning against the wall, in a corner.

“What are you doing over there?” Y/N asked, throwing him a smile.

“Staying out of the line of fire, brat.” Levi answered, wry twist to his lips.

Confused, Y/N looked back to see Erwin glaring at Levi and the clearing his face to motion for the women to sit. She was a bit nervous when Erwin walked out from behind his desk to prop agains the front of it as he smiled down at the pair of them.

“Ladies, I know you are probably confused as why I called you here.” Both nodded and Erwin continued. “Levi and I...”

“Fuck no, eyebrows....Levi and I, shit. This is all you.” Levi interrupted from the corner.

“Yes.” Erwin threw another glare at the short raven haired man. “I wanted to propose something to the both of you. I want the four of us to spend the night together.”

Y/N’s eyes shot over to Levi in the corner. His face was impassive as he lounged with his arms crossed, most would think him uninterested in the conversation. Y/N however, could see the question in his eyes, the excitement as he nodded slightly at her. She knew that it was her choice, but that Levi was more than fine with it.

Amy was staring at Erwin in shock, as he waited for their answer. Y/N leaned over and whispered into her friends ear “You will get to fuck Levi. I’m okay with that. Are you okay with me and Erwin?”

Amy turned to look at Y/N, searching her face to make sure she wasn’t lying. Y/N had known from the start that Amy had thought Levi attractive, just like Y/N thought of Erwin. They had spent too many nights in the Cadet barracks talking about their respective crushes and what they would do to them for it not to be obvious. Once in relationships with the men, they had each discussed in detail their men’s prowess in bed, to the delight of each other.

They each turned back to the Commander at the same time and turned dazzling smiles on. “Sure.”

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Erwin and Levi both looked like little boy’s getting their first view of the presents under the Christmas tree. They were each sitting on the floor, on either side of the mattress that Levi had quickly ripped off of Erwin’s bed and brought out to the more spacious office.

“Amy, Y/N, would you two make out and strip each other for us, please?” Erwin asked, his voice already laced with desire.

It would have been funny how fast both men had torn their clothes off, if it weren’t so damn sexy how eager each one was. They were already hard, their erections pressing ardently against their stomachs as they leaned forward.

Y/N hadn’t missed Amy’s appreciative glance at Levi’s cock, where she would freely admit she spent a long hungry moment taking in the small details of Erwin’s length.

She turned back to the other girl and murmured “Takes us back to the Cadet days, doesn’t it?”

She heard Erwin say something, but she ignored it as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Amy’s. Kneeling on the mattress together, Y/N wasted no time in stripping the taller girl’s jacket off and throwing it to Levi. Their lips still meshing, Y/N ran her tongue across the lips, and Amy responded by thrusting her own tongue into Y/N’s mouth.

The men groaned in unison as they watched their lovers kiss each other. It hadn’t slipped by either on of the them what Y/N had said. This apparently wasn’t something new for them, a discovery that made both men throb at the idea of their women being together.

They teased and nipped and sucked at each other’s lips as they removed the layers in between them. When they were both bare, Amy took the lead and lean down to capture Y/N’s nipple in her mouth and give it a harsh pull. She gasped and closed her eyes as her friends tongue moved over the peak as she sucked. Her hands were ripping apart the neat braid Amy always wore in hair in as she held her in place.

Both men moved, over to the other’s lover and slipped a hand in between the thighs that were unexplored by their hands. Everyone groaned as each man slipped a finger into the tight passages of their lover’s friend.

Erwin’s finger was large, insistently probing as he pumped it in and out, hooking it into Y/N’s core. Y/N knew Amy was enjoying Levi’s nimble fingers as she bit down slightly on her nipple. Y/N leaned over Amy and locked lips with Levi as Erwin finger fucked her before turning and capturing the lips of her Commander, thrusting her tongue boldly inside his mouth.

Erwin’s hand stuttered as he fought for control at Y/N’s move. Her tongue swept into his mouth and tangled with his own tongue, causing a bolt of heat to run through his large body.

He broke away and stood, leaving for a moment to go into his bedroom. When he came out, Levi looked over and saw what he was carrying. “I always knew you were a kinky bastard.” He chuckled, his hand still steadily pumping in to Amy’s wet pussy.

Erwin held a double ended dildo in his hands. The long appendage made Y/N laugh at his obvious planning of this entire situation. Amy pulled away from Y/N to huff and roll her eyes at her lover.

Y/N looked at Levi, who’s eyes flashed dark with desire. She gave both men a sultry look as she got on all fours and wiggled her ass towards the Commander.

“Fuck....” The blonde man breathed as he caught sight of her exposed lips beneath the curve of her ass. He opened the little bottle of lube that he had bought with it and applied some to each end.

Moving over to Y/N, he rubbed the tip of the dildo over her slit, making her moan as he slowly pushed the length into her passage. She rocked back on it, taking it farther into her as Amy pulled away from Levi and positioned herself right behind her, her facing the opposite direction. Erwin repeated the process and stepped back.

The women were connected by the dildo, their pussy stretched by the fake cock. Slowly Y/N began to move, pulling herself forward and pushing back against the constant pressure Amy supplied. They worked in tandem as Amy began to move, one pulling off as the other pushed onto the dildo, fucking themselves on it.

Levi and Erwin watched the girls move, each swearing they had never seen anything hotter in their lives. It wasn’t too many minutes of watching the girls move and moan as they filled themselves that Levi was ready to move, to feel.

He moved over to Amy, giving her a wet kiss before straightening up and pressing his cock to her soft lips. Erwin watched as his lover took his friends cock deep into her mouth as he stared on, his own cock screaming for attention.

Erwin settled in front of Y/N and brought her face up to look at him with a hand. The lust and desire shining in her eyes made him shudder as she eagerly grasped his cock in a fist and slowly licked the tip while staring into his icy blue orbs.

The moans and slurps as thrusts were made and shafts swallowed filled the room. Y/N and Amy were close to orgasm, their bodies starting to tremble from the constant rocking of the dildo into their pussies by the other girl.

Unable to take any more, Y/N pulled off first and launched herself onto Erwin, toppling him back on the mattress. She heard Amy cry out in surprise as she straddled the Commander and quickly sank down on his cock, groaning in pleasure as the throbbing flesh now filling her.

Looking back, she saw Levi flip Amy around and pushed into her, tossing the dildo to the side as he started fucking her from behind. She pulled Erwin up and whispered in his ear. “Watch, watch Levi fuck Amy. His cock is pumping into her hard and he’s going to make her scream.” She felt him shudder as his own thrusts got harder.

Levi watched as Y/N rode Erwin, his cock disappearing into her body with every thrust on his part and rotation of her hips. He concentrated on the feeling of Amy contracting around him, her orgasm so close. He yanked her hair, pulling her upright as he continued to thrust into her core. “Watch Y/N ride Erwin. My lover fucking your lover as I have my cock buried in you.You like watching them fuck while we fuck? I do.”

His words drove Amy over the edge, her cried out and her body clenched around Levi as her reached up and pinched a nipple, adding to her pleasure as she came all over his cock, her juices coating him as he groaned into her neck. His eyes on Y/N’s ass and Erwin’s cock, he felt his body tighten as his own release rushed over him. Grunting harshly, his hips pushed hard against her as he pumped Amy full of his cum. His thrusts slowed, riding out their orgasms as they continued to watch their lovers.

Y/N was right there, so close to jumping off the cliff into the abyss of pleasure. She heard Levi and Amy cum behind her. Erwin drove himself into her again, hitting perfectly as he pushed her down harder onto his cock. She moved her hips against him, riding him. She felt him stiffen and his cock started pulsing as he came with a shout. The pressure of his cum shooting into her pushed her over the edge.

Throwing her head back her moan filled the room as she tightened around him. She felt his arms tighten around her as she shook from the force of her orgasm. Everyone was panting as she finished, the overwhelming heat and energy of the room

They broke apart and each drifted over to their own partner, locking lips with them in a passionate kiss. Levi and Y/N held onto one another as they watched Amy and Erwin embrace. Looking back the other couple caught their eyes and everyone started grinning drunkenly. It was a wild night for all.

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I slid out of the cab and stared up at the Echizen residence. Kenko went to grab the bags from the trunk while Ryoma went straight through the gate and up to the front door. Wanting to hurry up and get back to sleep, I imagine. I heard the trunk lid slam shut followed by the sound of the engine fading away into the quiet night.

Kenko bumped my shoulder with his own. “You okay?”

I shrugged, grabbing my bag from his hand. “You’re staying the night, right?”

“Of course! I love Rinko-san’s cooking~”

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the gate open. “Gee, don’t I feel special.”

“Don’t act like you’re offended.”

Rinko greeted us at the door. She smiled brightly, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Welcome home, Lux.”

“Thanks,” I muttered softly, patting her back awkwardly with my free hand. I’ve never been big on hugs, but I didn’t want to be mean to the woman that practically raised me. She’s always been so kind, the least I can do is return that.

She pulled away. “I’m sure you’re tired. Go on up to bed and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Without a word, we headed up the stairs to my bedroom. Nothing had been touched like I was expecting – that damn old man loved to go through my shit. Doing his ‘fatherly duty’, he claims, but we both know damn well that he’s looking for blackmail material. Not that he’s gonna find anything – I’d never leave something behind that could be used against me.

I fell face-first onto the sheets, ice-cold due to the air conditioner. I could feel Kenko crawl over me to lay with his back against the wall. When I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of pale feet. I scowled, flicking the top of his foot.

“Throw me a pillow, please~ … ouch!”

He got what he asked for – I did in fact throw him a pillow. Not my fault it hit him in the face. “Why can’t you sleep on the floor, huh?”

“Because it’s not comfortable, obviously.”

“This bed’s too small, damn it,” I muttered, turning over to face away from the wall. “If you kick me, you die.”

“Yes, yes~ Good night, Lux.”

“Night, Kenko.”

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“Luxray-chan~ Wake u~p!”

My first flew out from under the covers, making contact with a face. A yelp soon followed. I sat up, glaring at him through half-lidded eyes. “Asshole, I told you to stop calling me that!”

“How can you be so violent as soon as you wake up?” Kenko rubbed his bright red cheek. “You wouldn’t wake up and it’s almost eleven o’clock. The day is wasting away~”

I scoffed, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep – I was seriously jet-lagged. I knew there was a very slim chance of that happening, though, so I forced myself out of the bed. He followed me down the stairs, humming softly.

My cousin, Nanako, was at the sink washing dishes – most likely from the breakfast that we missed. Well, Kenko probably ate, anyway. Rinko was nowhere to be found – probably out shopping or got called into work. The old man was lying down on the porch, flipping through one of his dirty magazines.

I approached him, kneeling down behind him. “You never change, old man.”

He grinned over his shoulder. “Welcome home, kid.”

“U-Uncle!” Nanako cried, rushing over to us. “How can you read that smut in front of your daughter?”

He shrugged, turning back to his magazine. “Lux doesn’t care, ne?”

“Why would I?” I shrugged, heading over to grab a piece of bacon off the table. “Doesn’t affect me. He can do whatever he wants. Besides, he even asked me to bring some playboy home from the states. I forgot, by the way.”

He frowned. “I figured.”

“Don’t encourage him, Lux!”

I rolled my eyes. Honestly, why is she constantly worried so much about what the old man does? How annoying. “Is Ryoma still sleeping?”

“He left thirty minutes ago,” Oyaji answered as he stood up, shoving the magazine into his robe before Nanako could grab it. He sat down beside me and grabbed the last piece of bacon from Kenko’s hand.

“Where’d he go?”

“Kakinokizaka junior tennis tournament.”

“What would you like to eat?” Nanako questioned with a smile. “Wait, Lux – !”

I ignored her calls, slipping on my boots before rushing out the door. That brat, why didn’t he say anything about it? He’s so fucking cheeky, it’s easy for him to make enemies. So many people tried to attack him back in the states – would Japan be the same way? Rushed footsteps headed toward me and Kenko threw his arm around my shoulder to stop me from moving forward.

“Do you even know where the tennis gardens are?” He raised a brow, fighting back a smile when I scowled at him.

“I would’ve found it.”

“Before or after he finds trouble?”

“…”

He chuckled, moving his arm to wrap around my own as we continued on in the same direction. “Well, it’s good to see your instincts are still on point – you were going in the right direction.”

“Don’t doubt me, Kenko.”

“I would never~”

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“Where the hell is that kid?” I muttered, shoving my hands into my pockets. We had been searching this damned place for about thirty-five minutes without any sign of him.

“Maybe he finished his match and went home.” Kenko reasoned.

“Ryoma-kun!” A female voice reached my ears and I took off in the direction it came from. We were lead to one of the nearby courts.

Ryoma was on his hands and knees with a girl kneeling beside him. When I got closer, I noticed his hand covering his face, and… is that blood?

I felt anger boiling in my veins as my narrowed eyes snapped to the guy on the other side of the court. “You mother fucker!”

Kenko grabbed me around my neck and waist, the heels of his feet digging into the ground from the effort it took to hold me back. “You can’t kill someone on your first day back in Japan! At least wait a week!”

“Screw that! He hurt Ryoma!”

“Don’t come onto the court during a game.” Ryoma scolded, pushing the girl away. He stood up, revealing a small cut on the center of his forehead. Blood was dripping down his nose. “Your grip is weak. Mada mada dane.”

I struggled against Kenko’s grip, turning toward my baby brother. “Kick his ass, Ryo!”

The match resumed but the white-haired idiot never loosened his grip on me. Ryoma jumped into the air and hit the kid with his twist serve, nearly smacking him in the face with the ball.

“Hey grandma, didn’t that ball spin the other way?”

I glanced over toward the voice and saw the girl standing beside an older woman. That woman looks really familiar, but I don’t have time to dwell on that thought. Ryoma served again and, this time, the ball smacked the kid right in the face, sending him to his hands and knees.

“That’s my boy!”

“You shouldn’t encourage violence among kids, Lux-chan~”

Another twist serve.

Another hit to the face.

“Go to hell!” I growled at him. Ryoma hit a normal serve but the boy screamed in fear and fell into the fetal position. “Stupid,”

“Game and set. Won by Echizen.”

I rushed over to him, dragging Kenko with me – since he still hadn’t let me go. I whipped his hat off and grabbed his chin to force him to look up at me. I inspected the wound and was relieved to find that it was just a scratch. It had stopped bleeding, as well. I ruffled his hair before giving his hat back. “I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

“Fool. I wasn’t playing seriously.” The boy stood up and smirked. “I can beat you if there was one more set!”

“Sasabe, just stop… just admit that you lost…”

“You think you’re so tough. I’ll show you tough, you son of a – ” I was stopped by Ryoma this time, his hand wrapped tight around my wrist.

He moved to stand in front of me. “It’s fine with me if you want to play one more set.” He switched the racket to his dominant hand and I smirked.

“Don’t you get it? You stubborn fool…” The old woman spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest and grinning. “You can’t beat Echizen Ryoma no matter how many times you try.”

I raised my brow as I looked at her. She seemed pretty knowledgeable about my brother. It’s not so much of a surprise – he’s hella accomplished in the tennis world, especially for being so young. Still, it felt like she knew something else.

“What are you talking about?” Sasabe demanded.

I stepped off the court as Ryoma got into position to serve. I sent the bastard a grin. “He’s left-handed, dumbass!”

Ryoma’s serve was twice as powerful, slamming against the court between the kid’s legs hard enough to leave a mark.

Sasabe fell straight onto his ass. “I quit!” He cried before running away with his tail tucked between his legs.

“What a pussy.” I scoffed, folding my arms. “Will you let go already?”

He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Promise not to commit mass murder?”

“If you don’t let me go, you’ll be the first one I kill.”

He finally released me and I followed my brother as he put his racket away into his bag. I glanced at the older woman as we passed and got this strange sense of deja vu. Damn, why did she seem so familiar? It’s bugging the crap outta me.

I scowled, turning slightly toward her. “Oi, what’s your name?”

She looked at me in surprise before smiling kindly. That was not a smile that you give to a strange; it was too… familiar. “Ryuzaki Sumire.”

Even the name sounds familiar. My brow furrowed in thought.

“Nee-chan,” Ryoma called.

I decided to let it go, following after him. It probably wasn’t important anyway.

“What was that about?” Kenko questioned.

“Nothing. She just looked familiar.”

“Do you recognize her, Ryo-chan?”

“Nope.”

“Not important, then.” He shrugged. “How’d the tournament go?”

“I forfeited.”

“Why?” I scowled, glancing down at him.

He shrugged. “I was late for the match.”

I facepalmed. What the hell am I gonna do with this kid?

Echizen Ryoma, you will be the death of me.

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Disrespect is a Dangerous Game

Henry Jones - Band of Brothers

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You hated Lieutenant Henry Jones from the minute you met him. He was young, inexperienced, and naive and somehow you were supposed to follow him into combat? The thought of putting your life in his hands made you sick to the stomach, but then the patrol happened. 

Germans were captured, lives were lost, resolves were tested, and when the fog of the chaos had lifted, the true leaders of the group stood out from the rest; Lieutenant Jones being one of them. 

It surprised you to no end to watch him step up and take control of the situation, but when he had, you were able to see that maybe he wasn’t just some stupid kid that was in over his head. Maybe he did fit the rank he had been given.

When all was said and done and the medics had taken Jackson’s body away, you and the others were left standing in the thick tension of the tragedy. Jones was the first to leave, you following closely behind. 

“Lieutenant Jones!” you called once the two of you were upstairs. 

Jones heard your voice and stopped in his tracks, but he didn’t turn around right away. He knew it was you and he wasn’t sure if he was in the right state to deal with any more of your condescending bullshit. 

“Sir, I just wanted to apologize for my behaviour towards you earlier.” you weren’t too proud not to admit when you were wrong. 

Exhaling hard, Jones spun around and looked at you, his young face still throwing you for a bit of a loop. “What?” he spat; his body still coursing with the anger of losing a man on his watch. 

“I’m saying I’m sorry” you continued. “I was wrong about you. You handled tonight very well; better than I could have.”

You could see his jaw clench as he glared back at you, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes narrowing. “What makes you think you have the right to disrespect an officer?” he almost growled, bringing out a darker side of him you had never seen before. “What made you think it was okay to question my authority, Sergeant?”

You scoffed. You couldn’t believe how cocky he was being, and suddenly, you regretted ever deciding to extend an olive branch in the first place. “Look, I know it was wrong, that’s why I’m trying to do the decent thing and apologize here!” you shot back. “I wasn’t the only one who thought you were taking on more than you could handle with the patrol. I am, however, the only one taking responsibility for my actions.”

“You might not have been the only one who disrespected me.” the man stalked toward you before pushing you up against the wall and capturing your wrists in his hands. “But you are the only one I am going to punish for it.”

Your breathing hitched and you felt a lump catch in your throat, and for a few seconds, as Jones eyed you up and down and licked his bottom lip, you forgot how to pull air into your lungs altogether. 

“How are you going to do that, sir?” you finally found your words even though they were soft and slightly squeaky. You weren’t sure if this new side of Jones was terrifying or extremely sexy but after a few moments of contemplation, you decided that it was both and that it really turned you on.

“Not sure yet.” he reached for the handle of the door right beside you and pushed the door open. “But I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”

Bending his knees slightly, the young Lieutenant hooked his hands under your ass and picked you up in a quick, jolting motion. With an involuntary shriek, you wrapped your hands around his neck for stability as he carried you into the unoccupied room before slamming it shut with a kick of his foot. 

With the door shut, the room was almost completely dark save for the small amount of light leaking in through the dirty window. The room had a small, wooden desk and a dingy little cot in the corner, but besides that, it was empty. 

The entire time you were in Jones’ arms your face was inches away from his, but never once did he kiss you and never once did you dare to try and kiss him. It was evident from the beginning of the interaction that Jones was in charge, and quite frankly, you were more than willing to let him be. 

Besides, judging from the dark look in his eyes, you could tell that if you started to rebel, things wouldn’t end well for you. 

Slowly, Jones lowered you back down to the ground. As soon as your boots touched the hardwood flooring he let go of you altogether. “Knees.” was all he said.

You didn’t have to ask what he meant. You knew what he meant. Doing as you were told, you dropped down to your knees and began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Jones watched you the entire time, the power of seeing you do as he demanded starting to go to his head a little. 

Once his pants were open, you looked up at him, silently seeking confirmation. He only nodded.

Knowing that he wanted you to continue, you placed your hands on his hips and brought your lips to the skin just above the waistband of his boxers. As soon as your mouth touched him, he inhaled sharply and his hands went to your hair. 

You could instantly tell that behind his confident facade he was probably a slightly inexperienced man when it came to sexual encounters, but you weren’t going to let on for even a minute that you knew. It was more fun this way.

You flicked your tongue over the soft flesh a few times as you slowly pulled his boxers down. As soon as his cock popped out you wasted no time in grabbing his shaft with your hand and moving your tongue over the tip. Another sharp inhale on his part as he tangled more of your hair into his fingers. 

Deciding that teasing would likely only get you into more trouble, you moved onto wrapping your mouth around him not long after. Bobbing your head, you sucked him with varying degrees of intensity, all the while swirling your tongue around and around. He was putty in your hands in mere moments but you still let him believe he was in charge. 

When his head started to fall back and his eyes started to roll up into his head you stopped. As soon as your lips left him his head snapped down toward you. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he panted.

“I don’t feel punished enough,” you admitted. “Wouldn’t want this to be over before we’ve even really gotten started, would we?”

Jones stared down at you for a while before swallowing hard and releasing his hands from your head. “You’re right.” he agreed before yanking you to your feet again. “Take your clothes off.”

“Yes, sir.” you obliged without any hesitation. Jones watched you with wide, entranced eyes as you shed layer after layer. Once you were completely naked in front of him, you made your way over to the desk, sat on top of it, and spread your legs for him. “I’m ready for my punishment, Lieutenant Jones.”

Jones was frozen in place for a couple of seconds, his hand stroking himself while he took in every curve of your body. Then, in a few long strides, he was standing between your legs. “Not like this.” he pulled you off of the desk, spun you around, and bent you over it. 

“Whatever you want, sir.” anticipation rushed through your body as you pressed your cheek into the desk and awaited the pleasure that was soon to come. “Don’t be gentle.”

“I don’t plan to.” his voice filled your ears, followed by the feeling of his tip teasing your already slick folds. “Just don’t make any noise.”

“I won’t.”

Then, without warning, he pushed all the way inside of you. You gasped but still managed to keep it on the quieter side. “Holy shit.” you cursed under your breath. “You feel so much bigger inside of my pussy than you did inside of my mouth, sir.”

“Stop talking,” he ordered. “Just shut the fuck up and take my cock like the obedient little Sergeant that you are.”

You didn’t even risk a reply to that, so you just bit down on your tongue and held in every little moan that fought desperately to escape. Over and over again you were slammed hard into the desk — so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you had splinters afterward. 

Your fingernails dug into the wood as Jones fucked you relentlessly, whispered profanities and airy grunts slipping from his lips every few seconds. “Are you sorry for disrespecting me?” he asked.

You weren’t sure if the question was a trick or not, so to play it safe, you remained silent. When you didn’t answer, he slapped you hard on the ass with his palm. “I asked if you are sorry for disrespecting me!” he leaned over and growled in your ear. “Are you fucking sorry?”

“Y-yes.” your voice was shaky. 

With a low huff, Jones thrust into you with everything he had. “When you speak to an officer, you say sir.”

“Yes, sir.” you corrected yourself. “Yes, sir, I am very sorry for disrespecting you.”

“Good.” he pulled back and out of you, replacing his cock with his mouth. “Say it again,” he spoke into your core.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you, sir.”

“Again.”

Over and over again you repeated that same sentence while Jones ate you out, his tongue working magic on your clit. Every time you said it, your words got more jumbled and mixed together due to the fogginess that was building up in your brain.

Then, all at once, all of your stimulation was gone. Looking back over your shoulder, you watched as Jones stood behind you, pumping himself and just taking you in with his eyes. 

Before you could speak though, he pushed himself back inside of you, this time running his thumb over your clit as he pounded into you. It didn’t take long for you to begin your ascent into pure ecstasy. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jones could tell you were close as well. “Sergeants don’t get to cum before Lieutenants. 

“Yes, sir.” you whimpered.

With a few more hard thrusts, Jones collapsed onto you, his breathing heavy as he came hard. You were on the edge, so close to your own high. You were practically shaking.

“May I cum now, sir?” you begged.

“No,” Jones whispered in your ear before pulling out of you, zipping himself up, and walking towards the door. “Consider yourself punished, Sergeant Y/L/N.”

With that, he exited the room, leaving you all alone and on the brink of your orgasm. “Fucker.” you cried out softly to yourself. 

Next time you would seriously think twice before doubting Lieutenant Jones’ authority because there was no doubt he held a certain power over you. 

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The Professor Pt.5

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Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.)  SMUT SMUT SMUT 

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           My eyes blinked rapidly as I woke up, the pounding in my head was a reminder of what happened the night before. I grabbed my phone to see the time.

11:27AM

My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed and ran to Simone’s room. She was sitting at her desk watching a makeup tutorial on YouTube.

“Girl why didn’t you wake me up for class!?”

“Niya, I only woke up twenty minutes ago and plus my head is killing me there was no way I was going to any classes today. I knew you would be feeling it too so I let you sleep boo.”

I let out a heavy sigh placing my hands on my hips.

“I mean I guess that’s true. Ugh I hope we don’t miss anything important. Do you want some breakfast?”

“Oh, my God yes please. I would love some of your famous Belgian waffles.”

           “Okay I got you.”

The smell of waffles, eggs and bacon filled the apartment and as I cooked I couldn’t help but think that us waking up late was some type of divine intervention because Erik’s class was the first of the day and I knew he would be pissed after the stunt I pulled at the party last night. When I finished, I called Simone for her meal and we ate and gossiped. Once we completed our meal we decided to get cleaned up make the most of the day and go to the mall. We shopped in forever 21, Victoria secret and we even popped into the nail salon to treat ourselves with new full sets. I got mine baby blue and Simone went with a nude color.

As I sat near the entrance of the salon waiting for Simone’s nails to dry I glanced around to see what was going on in the mall and I nearly shit myself at what I saw. Downstairs in the Nike there was Erik at the register buying a track suit and a pair of socks. I couldn’t deny the feeling of butterflies I felt in my stomach. Erik made me nervous but in a good kind of way. Simone tapping me on my shoulder shocked me put of my thoughts.

“Hey girl you ready to go?” I nodded yes

“Yea, but can we stop by the Nike store really quick I want to get that sweat shirt I’ve been looking at online.”

“For sure let’s go”

I made sure to stay out of Erik’s sight up until the last moment. We got there right when he left the store.

“Hey professor Stevens.” Simone called to him with a surprised grin on her face.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Oh, hey Simone...”

His focus shifted to me and I could see how hard he was trying to keep his cool. He knew he couldn’t snap on me in public and he damn sure couldn’t do it with my best friend right next to me.

“Aniya.”

“Hello.”

I giggled a little knowing it would make him even more upset. I wanted to see just how far I could push him. How much he could handle before he snapped. He made small talk with us before we parted ways. Just as Simone and I were about to leave the mall I told her to go on home without me so I could go back and get something I forgot. I waited until her uber was out of sight.

Me:

           Meet me in the parking lot.

…

Erik:

           OK

He wasted no time coming out and I knew this would be and encounter to remember. There were a good amount of people entering and leaving the mall so I knew once again he couldn’t get on me out here either.

“How are you?” I asked in the most innocent voice that I could manage.

“How am I? What you mean how am I? I’m pissed the fuck off. You lucky all these people out here or I-“

“Or you’ll what?” I asked taking a step closer to him looking directly into his eyes.

Erik’s the kind of guy that’s used to getting his way all the time but not with me. I was going to show him just who was in charge here and I was going to make sure that he remembered it too.

“Take me to your car.”

He looked at me with a confused look on his face I tilted my head signaling to him I wasn’t going to say another word until I got what I wanted. He sighed and walked me to the car. The force of the door closing when Erik got in told me just how mad he was.

“So, you still gonna act like you didn’t do anything?”

I shifted in my seat to face him.

“I didn’t do anything.”

He chuckled in frustration, rubbing his beard.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck you mean you didn’t do anything? So, I didn’t call you and overhear you fucking some other dude? Come on Niya stop playing.”

I couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on my lips. Seeing him this upset was kind of entertaining not to mention it was turning me on a little bit.

“Oh, so you think this shit is funny? Get out my car.”

“Well…first of all I wasn’t fucking him, he was devouring my pussy. Second of all no one told you to call me at that time. Third, what are you really mad at? Hmmm? The fact that I was with someone else or is it because I’ve been ignoring you? Because to be real were not together so I can do whatever I want. If you really want me gone, I’m gone and we never have to speak again”

I opened my door and as I was about to step out he caught my arm, pulling me back in.

“Don’t do that.” He said reaching over me to close my door again.

“Look I’m sorry okay? It was petty of me to answer the phone I could’ve just let it ring.”

I kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger for a moment.

“Okay? I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond.

I kissed him again this time letting my lip go a bit lower to the space between his ear and jaw.

“Do you forgive me?”

           I slid my hand down his body. I could hear his breathing getting labored. When my hand got to the place we both wanted it to be. He inhaled sharply, flaring his nostrils and baring his teeth reveling those golden bottom fangs that I love so much. I groaned biting my lip at the sight.

           “Pull your pants down and push the seat back.”

           “Niya this isn’t- “

           “Shhhhhhhhhhhhh just do it.”

           Once the seat was far enough away from the steering wheel I climbed over to his side of the car. The heat coming off of his body was almost tangible. Immediately his hands went to my ass, caressing and squeezing it. I cupped his face kissing him lightly while grinding my hips into his.

“I’m sorry baby. Do you forgive me now? Hmmmmm?”

                       I slowly pushed my fitted dress up to my waist, exposing my smooth bare pussy. Erik groaned adjusting himself under me.

“Why are you doing this to me Niya?”

           I brought my hand to my mouth licking my palm all the way up to my fingertips coating them with my tongue before gripping his length. I could feel the grip he had on my ass cheeks tightening with every stroke, pre-cum dripped down his shaft providing me with more lubrication. Up and down I worked him, his moans and groans filling the air until I had him right on the edge.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked stroking him teasingly.

           All he could do was shake his head no. I smiled beaming with happiness. I knew Erik was putty in my hands and I loved it. I kissed a trail from his soft lips down to his neck, where I began to suck and bite at his flesh wanting to leave my mark on him. He growled and smacked my ass hard. I moaned into his ear and nibbled at his earlobe.

“Stop.”

           His hand took hold of my wrist stopping its movement. His eyes peered into mine. His breathing was shaky. I loved seeing him like this. Overcome with lust, vulnerable, needy.

“You can’t make me cum yet…I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”

“You need me?” I moaned.

“Yes. Please…please put my dick inside.”

           The sound of my hand connecting with his cheek echoed in the car. I felt the vibrations coming from his chest as he growled, the sting still fresh on his face. I licked my lips as I rubbed his tip against my entrance, back and forth. His hips bucked and he groaned with impatience.

“Don’t tease me Niya.”

I giggled.

“Are you still mad? Tell me Erik do you forgive me?”

“Ugh yes I forgive you just -“

           Before he could finish his words, I started to sink down onto him inch by inch. I kissed him passionately as my walls stretched to accommodate his size. I arched my back to get just the right angle.

“What are you waiting for. This is what you wanted right? You better work for it Erik.”

           He pumped his hips into me slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed until the entire truck was moving. His hands were all over me exploring my body. Pressure built up in my core as he rammed me.

“Niya…why you feel so good? Huh? Why you do this to me? Making me want you so bad. Fuuuck. Your pussy feels soo good on my dick. So, fucking tight and wet. Damn baby you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so sweet. Do you love my pussy baby?”

“Yea.”

“Say it.”

“I love you’re pussy”

“Again.”

“I love you’re pussy so much. Fuck I’m about to cum”

            I could feel myself getting close too. I sat up placing my hands on his chest for support. His big dick kept hitting my spot over and over again making my juices run down my thighs covering his shaft and balls.

“Mmmm you want me to cum with you baby?”

He growled, pumping up into me even harder. His grip on my hips was so tight I knew that spot would be sore tomorrow.

“That’s what you want isn’t it? You’re so nasty. Make me cum Erik. Do it.”

           My nails dug into his chest. He placed one of his hands on my stomach, using his thumb to rub my clit. I threw my head back in ecstasy. My walls began to contract and spasm.

“Fuck baby just like that. Cum with me, cum on my dick. Keep cumming on my- “

           Erik’s dick throbbed and twitched inside me as his hips bucked and convulsed with his orgasm. I could feel so much of his cum filling me up.

           Once I knew he was completely done. I placed a light kiss on his lips before grabbing his face in my hand.

“Don’t ever forget who’s in charge here.”

[youarewurthit]

I Feel It Coming (k.n.j)

Word count: 1.8k (I'm not sure but it’s 1k-ish)

Genre: Smut 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: thigh riding, (a lil bit of) daddy kink, cock riding, … yeap that’s pretty much it. Lolz.

Authors note: part 2! There ya go, enjoy huns 🍯 

Links:  [p.1]

Summary: A guys trip to a high-end strip clubmay be what they need. However, it’s when you keep coming back to the same place and same person every time that makes it interesting.

Namjoon chuckled as he entered through the tall wooden-carved doors, thinking, is he really doing this?Although he knew that there was no doubt that he would be seeing you tonight as he couldn’t get the image of you greeting him and the rest a good night’s sleep when the session was over, last week. Your slightly dishevelled hair, pouty and seductive lips, never left his mind. What more about the feeling of you tugging his hair pushing his face closer to your core when he ate you out. That was so hot.

Namjoon sat down and waited for you. Ready to be entranced again tonight, after a week of fantasizing about you. You entered, fixing your messy bun. You smiled and your heart fluttered at who you are about to please tonight. He came…back. Now that he’s alone you’d do much more tonight.

”Only you tonight, darling?” Your voice broke the silence as he stared you down. You untied the string to the see-through night-gown. As you were informed that tonight will only have one person for you, you decided to wear the most expensive piece of material the strip club had gifted you with – a diamond beaded lingerie set.

Namjoon played with the controller in hand, slightly feeling his cock hardened. He nearly lost it when he saw the lingerie set you were wearing. He sucked in a breath watching you.

You plopped yourself down onto the chair, not bothering to do your usual routine, now that he’s here. You’re excited for what the night is going to bring you. Namjoon switched on the vibrator and you had to do so much to not break eye-contact with him. He quirked an eyebrow up, not hearing you make any sound, was not it for him.

The slow hum of the vibrator was slowly beginning to make you beg for more. You’d be begging a lot tonight with him. Your eyes travelled down to his chest, then his arms, then his hands and fingers – how they would feel inside you or however he chooses to touch you.

“Take off that bun, baby,” his voice commanded, low and dark, it went straight to your core, making you wet. You complied and bit your lip, letting your hair fall.  

Namjoon increased the speed and you shot forward moaning, it was a quick change of speed which had you shivering lightly. He’d let you enjoy the pleasure without his touch first. You leant back on the chair, sighing as you looked at him,” Can I touch myself, daddy?” He nodded and lowered the speed of the device.

You brought your hand in your panties and rubbed yourself. You were enjoying yourself, getting lost in your own pleasure until you felt yourself edging closer and closer. That’s when you stop, letting your body beg for release. But you wanted a different form of release and so, you got up to walk towards him.

Namjoon was startled when you pulled your hand away and edged yourself. Shit just got hot and hotter. There was an evident dent and when you walked towards him, you practically saw his hand palming himself.

“Do you need some help sir?” You were closer than ever and he rasped out,” Help daddy fix this problem.”

You gladly straddled your legs around him, connecting both of your lips together. You melted and you could feel yourself dripping as his hands travelled up and down your sides. One of his hands holding your chin to assure himself that this was real. You grinded on his crotch and he eventually, smacked your bum, causing you to squeal at the feeling.

“Ride my thigh, babygirl,” he pulled away. Your eyes darken at his suggestion and you quickly undressed yourself. He tried to be subtle with his checking you out but he can’t help it, you were stunning with diamonds on you and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to you. Your hair fell into your face and you swept it back, trying to keep him in view, you looked to him and once you were fully undress, you straddled him again.

You pulled at his tie around his neck and fixed your gaze on his lips. He took off his tie and threw his suit jacket off to the side, he rolled up his sleeves and you almost salivate at how dashing this beautiful stranger looks right now.

He gripped your hips and kissed your neck up and down, nipping now and then at your collarbone. He placed your dripping pussy right above his right thigh and whispered hotly in your ear to start riding. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began moving your hips, forward and back, feeling the rough but soft material of his pants against your clit. You felt a little bit of moisture as you grinded back and forth and you can’t help but moan at how you’ve been dreaming of thigh riding in forever.

“Ahh…oh…can you- can you tell me your name?” you managed, your pace quickening as his hands were massaging your ass. It was quite a funny time for introductions but he gave in, wanting to hear you moan out his name,” Namjoon.“

You were grinding and your hands were on both of his shoulders gripping them for support. He grunted, wanting you to reach your high, although his hard-on was slightly uncomfortable now. By the time you reached the euphoric high you’ve chased, you were a moaning mess. You sucked at Namjoon’s neck. You feel him groan and that’s when you felt his dent.

You swore that if you didn’t suck his cock tonight, you’d never forgive yourself. You gave him a peck on the lips before you got down on your knees to suck him. You hoped to god your cock sucking skills were spot on tonight. He released his breath, and was surprised to see you so eager to suck him off, girls would normally complain or give excuses going down on him, but you don’t seem to mind his long girth, as his cock sprang up; red and ready for you.

Although he loved the way you looked sucking him off, he felt as if he would combust seeing you taking him so well. “Namjoon, why are you holding yourself back, honey?” You came off his cock with a pop and he pulled you up and kissed your neck, “Why not ride me? Ride my cock instead,” He suggested instead.

You laughed lightly,” Ok, all you had to do was say something.” He’d remind you the next time that he’d gladly let you suck him off but not now.

He was still in his clothes but you figured that you had no time to waste to give him his release. The last time he ate you out left an imprint on your mind. No one had the same effect as him and that…that was something.

You slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, feeling him stretching you out, it was easier and more lubricated this time out of all the times you rode someone. You closed your eyes at how good his cock feels in you.

Namjoon grabbed one of your tits and rubbed the hard nub, watching your face contort to pleasure. So pretty, I’d like to see that face more…he thought and when you started to move up and down his length, boy, was he lost. He dropped his head on the sofa and moved back up to bring you closer.

“Babygirl, tell me how good my cock feels in you…” he brought his hip up, thrusting deeper into you. “- so, so good. Ohh, Namjoon daddy…”

When he felt your walls squeezing is when he lets go, his voice low as he moaned out, spilling his seed into you. With the feeling of his seed filling you up, you let go as well. You were bouncing up and down, your pretty tits giving him a pretty sight to look at. Your pace slowed down as you felt yourself lose control as the waves of pleasure hit you.

“Oh! Namjoon-“ he cut off your moans by kissing your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You’d never kissed someone so intensely and with tongue action, grabbing at his hair. You both pulled away. He was still in you, filling you up. You straddled him and fixed his tie, him fixing your hair. You didn’t know what to say.

“You have a thing for hair pulling…?” he said looking at your face. Your cheeks reddened,” I- I don’t know…” you stuttered at his gaze on you.

“And what’s your name?” he asked.

“(Y/n),” you replied, getting up. He wanted to stay like that with you but he knows it’s not practical.

“I’ll wait for you. What time are you getting off?” Namjoon said, hoping you’d want to see him as much as he wants to see you too.” You’re last in my schedule today so…I’ll just get changed,” you told him, giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing off to change.

///

Namjoon waited outside of the strip club, aware of the small patch of dried cum on his right leg and once you came out, looking as fresh as ever, he’d forget all about it. He held out his hand and you shyly slipped your hand in his. “So shy? We basically just fucked just now,” he teased, loving the way you narrow your eyes at him, before giving him a light pinch on his arm.

You two ended up at his apartment, chilling on the sofa, talking and getting to know each other, until you decided to tease him and he eventually went down on you, taking his time eating you out and fingering you. His long fingers in you drove you wild. He fucked you again that night and you fell into a deep slumber by the time he was cleaning you up.

Morning came and you felt Namjoon’s arm around you, hugging you close. You felt his chest rise and fall, and you turned around to wrap one leg around his torso. It wasn’t long until Namjoon stirred awake. He opened an eye and trailed his fingers down your leg. “ Good morning, sunshine,” his morning voice greeted you.

You grinned and lightly kissed him. “Any plans today?” you asked. He rubbed circles on your thigh and said,” Other than taking you out and spending the day with you? Nah, nothing much.”

You moaned as his hand grabbed at your bum, squeezing the flesh. You felt yourself get wet not long after and it was let’s say, one of the many times you’d be having morning sex with your hot boyfriend.  

[itoshit]

Opening the door, I was met with Vee, laying on the bed. None of us talked, and as I noticed tears running down her face, I couldn't prevent the tight smile from showing up.

Hey Venus

I knew what I was doing. I knew Vee would be mad, but I also knew that I hadn't have any choice.

Your hair... you did it for me?

Yes I did

No I didn't. I just thought that I would be able to attract more chicks that way

You're funny Manji'

She cracked a smile at my reply, but I didn't reflect her expression.

Manjiro will do yeah? Look Venus.

Approaching her and sitting by her side, I turned to her, resuming my talk.

It was dumb of me. Everything really. I think... how could I put it. You're a nice girl, but I don't think you're a good match for me. I need my woman to be more courageous and less of a crybaby you know? So yeah, it was fun while it lasted, but I kinda grew tired of you. Not to be mean though, it happens every day. I don't want to waist more time on you, so as soon as you're healed, you can start your life again alright? Koko could help you with money, we'll buy you a new apartment.

Vee didn't seem to listen anymore, her eyes were on me, but she didn't look as if she was believing me.

You're lying

Guess I will have to be more convincing them. Passing a hand through my hair, I grinned at her.

Look Venus, the sex was good, but you're getting too attached. You even said to Kakucho that you liked me! Really? Baby I was keeping you around because I pitied you. To be honest, I wanna fuck other girls now.

I needed to hurt her. To make her let go of me.

Senju wanted to see me tonight so... yeah.

Vee started being more aggressive with me, explaining it by the request that I had for her to be mine and me to be hers. I knew all that, and of course I wanted us to be together. But it wouldn't work. Not with an angel like her.

Look Venus, don't be a bore yeah? Don't act like we were together or anything. I don't like you, I stayed because your pussy was good. End of the story! I need to get ready for my little date, so I'm gonna go now. So huh... have some rest yeah?

Patting her uninjured leg, I didn't wait for her to answer and I winked at her, exiting the room.

As the door was closing, I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

I was used to all that, but this time, I would make sure that the person I held close to my heart would stay alive, regardless of my feelings.

Sacrificing my happiness didn't look that bad if that meant for Vee to stay alive. Would I be able to see her with someone else? No. Did I even have a say in the matter? No.

-Mikey

I- I feel so bad rn??😭😭

And I hope you ate after !

OHHH OKAY MICHAEL!

I don’t like you. I pitied you. I don’t want to waste anymore time on you.

I knew he was lying. I knew every word he said to me was nothing more than fabricated bullshit he probably came up with on the drive here. There wasn’t any way somebody could fake the things we said to each other, the things we did. I knew that. So why was there a small part of me that was hurt? Who was contemplating the possibility that they were true. Of course it wasn’t… right?

I waited in that bed, saving my forgiveness for when he’d burst through the door five minutes later groveling at my feet, begging for mercy. I waited, despite the tears on my face that somehow knew he wasn’t. I waited and waited and waited. He never showed. That’s when I sobbed, big, heaving, blubbering ones. I sat there crying for what felt like forever, until I couldn’t even produce tears anymore. And then I got angry.

Pressing my nurse’s button, I ripped the IV out of my wrist and the other machines checking my vitals, watching blood trickle all along the sheets. I didn’t care about it. I couldn’t stay another second in this fucking place. If Mikey wanted nothing to do with me after I healed, then I’ll do him something better. The nurse ran in panicked, eyes wide. I watched her gape at the sheets, at the flatlining monitors and then at me. I didn’t even give her time to speak. I had already begun to stand.

I need to get out of here, I told her, lifting myself up from the bed.

She charged at me, trying to push my shoulders back down but I wouldn’t budge. What are you doing? Your wounds haven’t healed yet!

I repeated myself, but she was still panicking, going off about something I refused to care about. Irritated, I take the collar of her scrubs and yank, bringing her close to me. Listen to me, I need to get the fuck out of this building and if you don’t help me, I’m going to find a fire escape and do it that way. Or maybe I’ll jump out of the window, break my fucking neck. Can you live with knowing somebody died on your watch because you wouldn’t help them? Would you be able to stomach it?

The words coming out of my mouth were unrecognizable to me. I got petty with my friends and said shit I didn’t mean, but this was cruel and excessive. I guess this what Mikey was turning me into.

I let her go only after she nods her agreement, looking ready to burst into tears by the second. First, I’ll need a disguise. No matter what Mikey had just told me, I knew he wouldn’t let me out of his sight if he caught me doing this. And being trapped around Mikey was not going to fly. Fuck no. Where’s the clothes you came in wearing?

I-In my bag in our locker rooms, she stammered.

Bring them. I need to change.

She went out of the room and came back, bag in trembling hand. I dressed quickly and keeping my head down, I allowed her to sneak me straight out of the building and around the back where her car was parked. Then I asked her to drive me somewhere.

What? I can’t d—

Why not? I asked without caring to consider her feelings. The poor woman probably didn’t get paid enough for this. Is there anybody else Bonten gives a fuck about that requires you giving them medical attention?

N-no.

Good. I grinned. That means you’re off for the day. Now drive. You don’t have to worry about Mikey, this is what he wanted. A half truth considering he certainly wouldn’t have wanted me to be out of his life this quickly, but I skipped a few steps for my sanity and his life. If I had to be in his vicinity I probably would have killed him.

We got in the car and sped off, me giving her directions as soon as she started driving. I watched the building grow smaller and smaller in the rearview, doing my best to ignore the thudding in my heart. The pain. The stress of everything I had been through on top of this bullshit. My thigh throbbed dully in reminder beneath the bandage. Eventually, we arrived at the destination of my choice, and I was sure to thank her for everything she did. I couldn’t give her anything but gratitude. I didn’t have any money. My phone was still in that torture room where I left it, and all the shit Mikey bought me most likely didn’t survive in that collision that got me kidnapped in the first place. I was grateful for that last one. I needed no reminders of him.

I quickly hopped out of the car, hobbling toward the door of the place I had requested to go. The nurse, who’s name I realized I never asked for, pulled out of the yard before I even entered the door. Couldn’t say I blamed her. I pressed the ringer on the door, pushing on it when it buzzed open. Immediately the stench of animal hit me full force. The sound of dogs barking and cats meowing brought a smile to my face.

Then I heard him. Who’s at the d- His words got caught in his throat, most likely at the sight of me.

Hey, Dee. I had cried all my tears out for the day in that bed. I could only express my emotions in humor. The boss hasn’t fired me yet, right?

Then I started to fall, but he caught me just in time, sobbing my name into my neck. I hugged him back tightly, heart bursting for an entirely different reason now. I was safe. I was home.

Six months came and went in a blur. I spent most of it being interrogated by police and interviewers alike. I kept my stories the same. I didn’t know my kidnappers. I never saw their faces. I never knew why I was kidnapped. Despite the fact that I could draw a detailed picture of Mikey’s face in my sleep, I didn’t sell out Bonten. I had gotten into the last predicament by them thinking I was an enemy, I didn’t want to prove that I actually was one. And besides, I wanted nothing to do with him or atleast that was the story I was feeding myself.

I never saw Natalie again. I didn’t know what Mikey did with her, and I didn’t have it in me to care. My conversations with Angel and Tati stopped a bit after they realized that too. I was glad. I was starting to grow tired of pretending I missed the traitor, and they were tired of pretending like they didn’t resent me for being the one who made it out.

Darren and I were practically inseparable. He had become my right hand, driving me around to physical therapy, helping me assimilate back into society, and still managed to keep the last bit of normalcy I had before I left during work, cracking jokes as if nothing happened. From the outside looking in, it almost was as if nothing did happen, but you had to look closer. I couldn’t sleep at night. Nightmares plagued my dreams every waking day, either of Koda, Mikey’s men who had groped me, or Mikey himself. The only time I managed to sleep was on my lunch breaks, much to Darren’s dismay. But other than that? I was okay, doing what I loved again and surrounded by genuine people.

Now Darren was convinced that what I was missing was a social life. Just come out with me, Vee. It’s just drinks at a bar with a few of my friends. We’ll even leave before 11pm.

Because your bedtime is 10, I teased, laughing when he nudged me.

I’m serious, he whined. It won’t be awkward I promise they already know- He cut himself off.

Perhaps that was the most awkward part of all of this. Everybody knew me now as the girl who survived her ‘kidnapper’. Imagine what they’d think if I told them that technically he wasn’t my kidnapper. They’d probably faint if they found out I fucked him too.

It’s okay, Dee. I was all over the news. They’re bound to know.

Still, they’re not assholes. They won’t treat you any differently. I promise. And if you’re still uncomfortable we could leave and I’ll never bother you about this again for the rest of my life. Pretty please?

I mentally groaned. Darren could get annoying when he was pleading, and it wasn’t like I had anything else to do. My routine consisted of home, work, school, occasional grocery store, gym and repeat. Nothing else exciting.

Fine, I relented, trying not to smile at his loud whoops. But I’m leaving at 10 alright?

Alright, he cheered, hugging me. Let me text the guys right now! This is going to be awesome! You won’t regret this , Vee.

I sure hoped so.

[vizhi0n]

Sawney - Part 8

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“She’ll live,” Carson said. “I’m not sure how that’ll go once she wakes up.”

“Well that’s fucking optimistic, Doc.” 

“I’m just being realistic. Simon mentioned her behavior at this ‘Estate.’” Carson stopped, and Negan felt the sudden urge to punch the thin-faced man as hard as he could. He didn’t. “That isn’t the behavior of someone mentally sound. You’ll need to monitor her closely.” 

He’s right.

He glanced down at her. Like Negan, she’d escaped the Estate in tatters, bruised and bloodied. Carson brushed past him, but he didn’t move, watching Desa’s chest rise and fall with each steady breath. 

He heard the door open, and then close. Simon approached slowly and quietly, stopping by Negan’s side. Without hesitation, he spoke.

“That is one messed up lady.”

“We’re all fucking messed up, Simon.”

“No, I really mean…she’s crazy. She was crazy when she stabbed and bit Gavin. She was even crazier when she took a machine gun and mowed down all those lobotomized people living in her basement. Including her brother. Oh, and Lucille is in your bedroom…cleaned, practically good as new, courtesy of yours truly.” 

Negan said nothing. Desa’s eyelashes fluttered and she gave a small moan, but did not awaken. 

“Negan,” Simon said genuinely. “Look, I know…it’s been hard. This is just me looking at things as an outsider. I legitimately thing you might have some sort of...reverse Stockholm Syndrome going on with this girl. She hurt you—”

“She never once laid a hand on me. The one that fucking did — well, one of the ones that did — is in a fucking cell. But I don’t fucking want to do shit to her until Desa wakes up.”

“We let the other one  — Father — get away. I know you wanted him alive, too.”

“Yeah, I fucking did. And if I find him, I sure as shit know what I’m going to do to him. I have that shit all planned out, written the fuck down…one is better than none, though.”

“Do you think he’ll come for her?”

“For his wife? No. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about her. That asshole is in it for himself. Always has been.”

Simon nodded, shoving his hands into his pocket. “I’ll go prep the prisoner. Get her comfortable.”

“Good. I’ll be there in a few.”

Negan didn’t turn away from Desa. Simon left, the sound of the shutting door causing Desa’s eyelashes to flutter once more. This time, however, Negan found himself staring into her open orbs.

“Hey.”

“Fuckin’ hey,” Negan replied. He grabbed a chair, taking a seat. Desa very slowly turned her head, analyzing Negan as if she didn’t recognize him. He sucked in a breath, murmuring, “You’re okay. You’re at the Sanctuary. You’re safe.”

“Jack?”

“He’s not here.”

“No,” Desa let out a pitiful sigh. “No. I killed him. I killed all of them.”

Negan remained motionless, silent as Desa confessed. He knew about the cellar — Simon had told him. Everything must have gone to shit after his escape. 

“Fucking kill everyone but Mother and Father. They’re both fucking mine.”

Negan couldn’t have been any more clear. He’d intended on stringing them both up on the fence, putting them on display in case any of their people decided to seek vengeance. He’d only gotten half — Mother, beaten and bloodied, was waiting for him in a cell. Father had escaped. 

“It’s over. What’s done is fucking done, Desa. You’re not going back to that place. It’s gone.” 

“Why did you come back for me?”

“Because we had the numbers. Because I was fucking selfish and wanted Mother and Father delivered to me on a silver fucking platter, so I could make the rest of their lives even more of a living hell than it already was,” Negan said honestly. “And I needed to return the fucking favor. You got me the fuck out, I got you the fuck out.”

“You didn’t let me die. I was weak, I’m a monster — why didn’t you just let me die?”

“It would have been a fucking waste. You’re not a monster and you sure as fuck ain’t weak,” Negan scoffed. “I’m not a fucking wasteful man.”

“You should be. Some things aren’t worth it,” Desa croaked. She made a move to sit up, but stopped, flopping back onto onto the mattress. “I couldn’t let Jack live. I couldn’t let any of them live, even though they weren’t…they weren’t there. They were just as good as the biters. We treated them like cattle, Negan. During the winter we…we were short on food. We were running out. Father and Mason and the others went down there, slaughtered some,” Desa bit her bottom lip, trembling. Her eyes were red-rimmed, brimming with tears. “They brought them up, started a fire…passed out the flesh and we all ate it. We had to. They’d kill us if we refused. That was when I took Jack upstairs and I put a gun against his head because I’d rather him and I be dead—”

“You couldn’t fucking do it.” 

“I was weak, Negan. I should have pulled the trigger then. Let him go to Heaven with Mom and Dad and our sister. I would have stayed as punishment. Hell is too lenient of a sentence for me. I am a monster.”

“You are not. I don’t want to hear this shit anymore,” Negan shot up, and Desa flinched. Gentler, he said, “I’m giving you another chance to do it fucking right. What you were back there? It’s over. I have Mother in a cell right fucking now, and we’re going to end it.”

“You brought Mother here?”

“Yeah. And I’m going to have a long, long fucking talk with her.”

Desa swung her legs over the side of the cot, wincing. Negan steadied her, his own wounds straining from the excess movement. Carson had berated him about overtaxing his body, but Negan had ignored him. There was too much shit to do. Too much to get ready. A team was on it’s way to the remnants of the Estate to pick up anything of interest — Negan hoped his jacket would be amongst the finds. And Father’s corpse, though Negan knew that was unlikely. 

“I’ll leave when I recover. I don’t want to be a bother—”

“Really? Where the fuck will you go?” Negan raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t fucking bring you back here just to let you walk away. No. I don’t care what shit you did in the past. You have a home here.”

“I didn’t know you enjoyed my company much,” Desa gave a cheeky grin, and Negan ran fingers across his stubble, hiding his smile.

“Don’t get too full of your fucking self.”

“I’m incapable,” Desa said. “I have such a low opinion of me already. But I appreciate your concern.”

Desa dipped his head. God this girl…he rolled his shoulders, stepping closer. He’d etched the feel of her lips into his mind. Soft, full and supple. None of his wives had come close to comparing. 

When he reached for her, however, she flinched. It was a reflex he’d noticed before, and for he proceeded, he said, “It’s okay. Can I touch you?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine,” Negan lied. “It’s…it’s fucking different than that. I won’t ever be able to do the shit that I did before if he’s out there. But this is a fucking start, you know?”

“You can touch me.”

Negan let out a breath, once again kissing her. It was quicker, more reserved. Kissing her here felt different than doing it outside, in some unknown building. It didn’t feel any less right, but it felt…risky. Dangerous. Confusing. 

You just want pussy. You haven’t even talked to any of your wives since you got back. Haven’t even fucked them, touched them…

You know why, dipshit.

“You haven’t introduced me to everyone,” Desa’s eyes fluttered, and she smiled.

“Most of them pretty much know you. You made a strong fucking first impression the first time you were here,” Negan shrugged. Desa gave a groan of embarrassment, covering her face with her hands. “At least you didn’t fucking kill anybody.”

“That’s becoming my signature, isn’t it? Killing people. Some days I think it’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“You have a chance now to prove otherwise. When you recover, I’m fucking putting you on lookout duty.”

“No scavenging? What, scared I’m going to run off?”

“No. You fucking like me to much to run the fuck off,” Negan gave his most charming smile, trying to hide what he knew was probably bullshit. Her opinion of him would, he knew, once she got a feel for how he ran things. And it made him a bit sad. “You’re a fucking outsider to everyone else but me. You’ll have to ease your way into things.”

“I can do that. Guard duty doesn’t sound to hard. I’d still like to get a feel of the place, though. Can I have a tour, so I don’t end up stumbling somewhere I’m not welcome?”

Negan gulped, scratching the back of his neck. A tour meant that she’d see where he lived — in the parlor. With his wives.

The thought hadn’t even crossed Negan’s mind. He’d been so preoccupied with his own sickly sated desire for lust — courtesy of that serial fucking rapist, Father — that he hadn’t considered just how Desa would react to seeing his harem of women. Almost instinctually, he’d begun to consider asking Desa to marry him. The sensible part of him thought better of it. Despite his obvious attraction to her, he’d never lay a hand on Desa. 

Another part of him knew that there was no way he’d be able to hide his polyamorous relationship from her. She was smart, curious, and it would only take a simple word from Dwight or some worker for his cover to be blown. 

“Absolutely.”

“And I want it to be you. I don’t want Simon or Dwight to show me around. I just…want you.”

“None of them will fucking hurt you—”

“I know, but they’re not you. I’ll learn how to do things on my own…I just…I need some time.”

“Fine. Fine,” Negan sighed, ducking his head. Lowering his voice, he decided that telling her about his not-so-traditional marriage couldn’t wait. He wanted her to be prepared. The last thing he wanted was for her to somehow thing of…him. “There are some things I need to fucking tell you.”

[milkyytae]

Bad Luck~Part 6

(gif isn’t mine credit to owner) 

I thought this was only part 5 but nope it’s part 6 lol I didn’t realise it was going this fast :’)

DUN DUN DUN there isn’t any smut in this ones for the dirty minds but hey :’) 

happy reading :P 

angst 

-4 034 words 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

Genre: Highschool AU 

~Hoseok learns the truth.~

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 , part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 [final]

You had spent the evening trying to bear the tension between your parents. They had been firing glares at each other, and small remarks that may have seemed insignificant to others but you knew  the weight they held was much more than simple words. It was mean and petty, the words were meant to hurt and they did, not only the person the comments were aimed to but you as well. They knew they were annoying one another that’s why they did it. They wanted the other to be as pissed as they were and it hurt you but they didn’t even see it.  They were too occupied by the bickering and squabbling to,notice how bad you felt, all you wanted to do was to escape. You would exchange pained looks with your siblings but most times it was hard to even look them in the eye because of their faces twisted in pain. You tried to focus on your food and get over with the meal as fast as you could. You had had enough of their fighting you just wanted to get out of here as fast as you could, the sooner you were out of here the better. You ate up while your dad was boiling in anger besides you and your mum kept stirring him up knowing very well he was annoyed. You could see how pissed off he was, everything about him was telling you that. He was biting down on the inside of his mouth as to stop his shouts from bursting into your mother's face, his fist was balled up so tight his knuckles were white. He sighed, he rolled his eyes, he mumbled, he grunted, his face was red in anger and you felt every ounce of what he was feeling. Your mum angry as well continued, satisfied to see her words weren’t without impact and you managed to hate her for that. You had finished and asked to leave the table and thank goodness they said yes. You put your plate away and run up to your bedroom in a hurry the tension was suffocating you and you had to get away. You breathed in, happy it was over and collapsed onto your bed.  

You were sat on your bed at least here you didn’t have to stand their horrible comments, but oh no you were so very wrong.

At midnight when your brother and sister were in bed and asleep they started all over again. They were fighting like so many times before. Their shouts were making their way to your bedroom and you could’ve collapsed from the pain just there. That was it, you couldn’t stay here any longer. Before you would have stayed and even creeped out of your room to listen, it was stupid but that tiny spark of hope pushed you to go and listen just in case they ever made peace and everything went back to normal. But it never did, and now you knew it would never happen so there was no point in staying and burning yourself once more.

You texted Hoseok

Get me out of here [00:10]

Coming [00:11]

He knew what was wrong straight away and didn’t even have to ask. In five minutes he was across the street in his car waiting for you. You weren’t allowed to go out, so you climbed out of your window after locking your door  like you had already done a few times. You got on the roof and went down on the garage roof from which you jumped onto the bin and scratched your  hand on the roof tiles as a small drop of blood leaked from your tender skin. Finally your feet hit the hard concrete and you didn’t even fall flat on your face for once. You ran to Hoseok’s car, your face in tears, no matter how many times your parents fought, you never got used to it and the pain would always pour through your eyes as burning tears.

He saw your face and immediately took you into his arms, after a couple of seconds you pushed him away.

“Drive.” you mumbled, you didn’t want your parents to catch you leaving. So Hoseok started the car and you drove off down to his house. He didn’t ask any questions, he knew what was wrong, it wasn’t the first time this had happened.

“There’s a party at my place.” he said, “So we won’t be alone.”

“Don’t worry maybe it’ll get my mind of their stupid ass fights.” you sighed, you would probably get drunk again just to forget.

You got in his house, a house you were very much familiar with having spent a good part of your childhood playing with red cars on its floorboards with Hobi. You made your way through the crowd by his sides, there sure were a lot of people. It didn’t really surprise you that much, Hoseok was quite popular and his parties were always a success. You finally got to the couch and you sunk into it Hobi’s arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his. It was a strange feeling, being on the couch calmly with your best friend while the people around you were all agitated and dancing. It seemed as if you were in two separate dimensions. After a while Hoseok got up,

“I’ll go and get us some drinks!” he shouted over the music.

You nodded, while he went away. You lifted your knees to your chest and waited for him to come back. You looked across the room packed with smiling sweaty bodies, you wished you had it in you to smile right now, but it would probably take you a couple of shots before that happened.

You looked around waiting for Hobi to come back while you tried to stop thinking about your parent's fight. It wasn’t working all you could hear in your head were their insults, and every single word they had spat at each other felt like the world was crashing back onto you. It was like that night started all over again, that night when the walls of your house had trembled under their screams but right now it was your turn. You were the one trembling from all the anger and sadness that came flooding back each time they fought.  You didn’t even realise someone had sat next to you until an elbow nudged you. You looked up and you were facing Taehyung yet another fuckboy it was as if you attracted all of them since your encounter with Yoongi.

“You alright?” he asked a slightly worried look on his face as he scanned you with his sparkling eyes. He was one of Yoongi’s basketball teammates and friend. They both were the typical fuckboy type like one’s you saw in those teenage movies.

“Sure why?” you wondered, why was he talking to you? You didn’t know each other.

“I dunno I was talking to you and you just seemed really lost in thought so I nudged you” he chuckled and you understood why some of your friends spent their time following the basketball players around, he was stunning.

“Oh..” he was gorgeous but that didn’t change the fact that you were still down.

“I was actually hitting on you but you don’t seem in the mood for that right now.” he laughed at his failed attempt and it made you smile for a second.

“Oh..” you didn’t really believe that someone as attractive as him would be hitting on you. “Sorry about that.” you grinned.

“Want to drink?” Taehyung handed you his glass full of a strangely colored drink. You looked at is with suspicion not sure if you should accept his drink, you didn’t know him that much there could be anything in that cup.

He laughed at the sight of your face “Come on, it’s vodka and coke it’s nothing.”

You decided to accept the drink, even if it was a glass full of drugs you wouldn’t really and by now at least it would help you forget, plus Hoseok seemed to be taking ages so you took the cup from his hand and drunk the whole thing without even realising. A warm tingling feeling traveled down your throat and you felt slightly better.

“Wow you were thirsty!” he chuckled as you handed him back the empty cup.

You shrugged, you didn’t think there was that much to drink in the first place.

“You’re next to Yoongi in science aren’t you?” he questioned as he cocked up his eyebrow with a smirk;

“Why?”

“Just like that, I’ve heard your name in a conversation before.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He had talked about you before, to his friends, all you hoped was that he hadn’t said anything bad.

“What did he say?” you probed to see if you could get some answers. Maybe, with some luck, he would have said some nice things about you. But sadly Taehyung hadn’t come to you to speak about Yoongi.

“Not much…” your heart sank with those two words. His soft golden hair tickled your cheeks and you realised that his face was now just next to yours, if you turned your head your lips would meet each other.

“You shouldn’t waste your time on someone like him..”

You felt his breath tickle your neck, he was clearly hitting on you. You would have been flattered if he didn’t do that to every single girl he crossed paths with.

You sighed and shuffled away to look him in the eyes, “Sorry I’m not more in the mood than before the vodka.”

He laughed “Shit, I would’ve liked to know what Yoongi was going on about but I guess it’ll be for another time.”

You didn’t pay attention to what he said the only words that mattered considered wat Yoongi said. What had he told his friends? Had he told them about your sex? You hoped not, but you had a bad feeling that he did. He probably had said “nice” things about you but mostly about when you fucked. If that was the case it meant that he had used you, and that just as you had expected but refused to accept like the blind fool you were, you were another among many girls he had fucked but you were apparently good at what you did. That’s why he came back to you, it was for your blowjobs and your pussy, not for your loving touch and smile. All he ever wanted was sex. You slumped into the couch as Taehyung go up and left you to fill up his drink you had emptied.

You weren’t feeling well, you had enough to worry about without the Yoongi situation but now everything was adding up and you were asking yourself what the fuck Hoseok was up to.  

As your eyes ran across the room, you spotted a familiar figure that looked like your classmate, Yoongi. He wasn’t facing your way too occupied by Emma pressed up against the wall by his chest, and hand on her waist. You stared at them, maybe it wasn’t Yoongi, after all he was back to you and the lighting was quite dim, it could be someone else but after what you had heard you had a hard time believing it, after all why would he waste time on you when smoking hot Emma was ready at all times to be fucked. You tried stopping yourself from staring too long in fear of looking like a total creep but your eyes didn’t seem to be able to divert their attention onto something else. All you could see was Emma’s stupid smile, you could see it in her eyes that she was more than satisfied with the position she was in right now and you wished you were in her place so badly. You had caught feelings for Yoongi and you hated it.

Suddenly Emma pulled his shirt turning him over and pushing him against the wall, it was him. There he was his eyes full of lust and hands all over horrible Emma. You should have known, you should have known that what happened yesterday in science didn’t mean anything. He had just been friendly probably out of pity or some terrible reason that you didn’t really want to think about. He was always the same fuckboy as before, and of course he had the right to fuck with whoever he wanted to but your feelings had got you thinking that for some stupid reason you would be the only girl to get to him even though you knew it was stupid you still had hope.

You were wrong, your chest hurt and you were cursing Hoseok for taking so long with the drinks. You needed to get drunk now before you saw more, but he wasn’t coming. Before you knew it his tongue was inside her mouth and you felt everything crumble inside of you. You stomach flipped and turned, your head spun how could you let this happen? You had been an absolute idiot, you should have kept your distance but you didn’t and now you were paying the price. You couldn’t look away, the pain was stopping you from moving. Yoongi lifted his eyes and as his tongue was swirling in another person's mouth his gaze met yours.

There he was doing what he had once done with you with someone else in front of you as you slowly faltered and everything crashed inside of you as too many different emotions flooded inside your mind.  

He had seen you, you had to get out before you crashed back into tears. You hated crying for such a reason it was so stupid of you but the scene with your parents had weakened you and seeing the person you were starting to have feelings for with his lips on a girl you despised was making you sick. You got up and rushed for the front door. Was there no place you could be in peace? Pain followed you everywhere you went that night. You pushed through the people, and spotted Hoseok coming back with the drinks with reddened lips. That's what took him so long he was making out. He saw you but you were too much in a hurry to stop.  You shoved the people out your way and stepped outside.

When you finally got out the fresh night air hit your skin and you went to sit in a corner of the front garden where your tears finally spilled all over again. You were having a horrible night and you just wanted it to end. You were a sniffling teary mess and it wasn’t even anyone's fault, divorces happened and you had let yourself fall for an asshole. If anything you were the one to blame for your own grief and it made everything ten times more frustrating. You had done this to yourself. You heard footsteps arrive and someone sat by your side, it was Hoseok. He didn’t say anything and you both sat there as you cried. After a while of silence under the dark night sky, he opened his mouth,

“Listen Y/N..just tell me what’s wrong. I know it’s not just your parents, I’ve seen how you’ve been acting weird lately. You know you can tell me everything.” he said with a softness in his voice that soothed you immediately. He lifted your head with his warm hands and forced you to look him in the eye. You knew he was right, and you couldn’t hide him what had been happening forever. He was your best friend he deserved to know the truth neither of you ever lied to each other, it was about time he knew the truth.

So you told him.

You told him how you had been fucking around with Yoongi, and how your feelings have been developing for him You decided to leave nothing out so you told him absolutely everything.You talked about the first time at the party, the time in the library (explaining why you had been banned) and when you fucked and finally the phone call. Each time you had any sexual contact seemed like one time too many when the words left your mouth and a slight line appeared between Hoseok’s eyebrows as he frowned.  You hated to say you were falling for him because you had been trying to deny it for a while. Hoseok listened to everything you had to say without interrupting. He had  warned you about how Yoongi played with girls, you hadn’t listened and now you were ashamed but Hoseok didn’t make any comment. You looked at him after having told him about everything, waiting for a reaction. He looked angry and you hoped he wouldn’t tell you off. He got scary when he was angry, it didn’t happen that often but when it did you always made sure you weren’t in range of receiving a flying object -or fist- he would throw out of anger.  

You waited, and tried to force a reaction out of him by giving a slight push with your shoulder.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” he mumbled and before you knew it he was heading to the front door.  

You didn’t even have time to react, he was already marching to the house, and you rushed up behind him. You didn’t want him to get into a fight, especially not for your own mistakes. He shouldn’t interfere with your stupid actions by making his own. If he hit Yoongi he could get into a big mess, Yoongi had quite a few friends at the party who wouldn’t hesitate in helping him out by beating Hoseok up. You didn’t want that to happen but no matter what you did Hoseok wouldn’t stop, his anger was rolling through his body you could feel it, you knew Hoseok enough to know. He barged inside and pushed the people out of his way as you followed your heart thumping in your chest could have exploded out of anxiety. You were helpless, you didn’t want to Hoseok to get hurt, nor Yoongi although even if he had hurt you. So you watched Hoseok approach him burning in hatred. You tried to stay close but the dancing people caught you like a fish in a net and you were stranded in between drunken bodies as you watched the scene unravel before your eyes.

Soon you saw Hobi tear Emma still hung at Yoongi’s neck off of his chest and slammed his shoulders against the wall. His face approached his ear and he muttered something in his ear and you could tell by Yoongi’s scrunched up face that he was confused.

You had to hurry before things got out of hand. You struggled and tried squeezing through the two people completely lost in the beat of the music pressing their bodies together. You wriggled through and when you finally got out you rushed towards Hoseok who was still pressing his nails in Yoongi’s bare skin and burning holes into him with his eyes firing him hateful looks.

You put your hand upon Hoseok with precaution, he turned around in a dash ready to hit anyone who interfered with his business. When he saw it was you his face calmed down for a second but he just pushed you off, “Let me deal with this Y/N.” he groaned. You saw Yoongi’s stare on you, he looked pretty calm for someone on the verge of being hit, his face revealing only perplexity rather than fear.  You caught a glimpse of his lips and they were stained in Emma’s love bites. Your heart clenched but you had to remember not to think about that, you had to get Hoseok away from him.

“Hoseok. Everything’s fine, don’t do this.” you said holding his arm as his other remained on Yoongi unable to escape.

He looked at you not understanding why you were acting like this. Yoongi had used you and he deserved a good punch in the face but you didn’t want Hoseok to get into all this mess.

Before Hoseok could say anything Yoongi sneered “Hey there sweetheart.”  directing you a smug smile, the comment made your heart clench. Couldn't he just leave you alone? Hoseok’s jaw clenched when those words dropped from Yoongi’s mouth and within the blink of an eye Hoseok’s fist swung across Yoongi’s face smashing his head against the wall. Hoseok grabbed him by the collar almost lifting Yoongi off of his feet, his veins appearing at the surface of his skin, his knuckles whites “Get out of my house” he growled in a deep and hoarse voice.

Not a word left Yoongi’s mouth as Hoseok through him out of his grip, only a hateful glare was given before he left the house. You turned a round and people were definitely staring at you. None of Yoongi’s friends had stepped up, in fact none of them were in sight, they were probably too drunk or getting fucked, either of the two.

You sighed, the anxiety slowly draining through your trembling fingers.

You and Hobi climbed up to his bedroom escaping all the insistent stares people were throwing your way. You collapsed on his bed where you had been many times before as a kid and you stared at the ceiling trying to get over the events. You lay there both of you and just being in your best friends presence soothed you. It was late now, about 3 am and you were exhausted, you decided to sleep at Hoseok’s place tonight, since as always you dreaded heading back home. You took the spare t-shirt he had for you when you would come and sleep at his place out of the blue and put it on, it smelled like your childhood, like Hobi’s house and you loved it. You slid into his bed, a small “I’m sorry” left your lips.

You felt guilty you had just ruined his night, he had thrown this party to have fun not get into a fight.  His eyes looked through yours and he sighed  “You should be, you shouldn't hide stuff like that from me.” You looked away ashamed of your behavior, and he added: “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You knew he didn’t want you to get hurt, of course he didn’t. But what you had did had hurt him and the guilt only got worse.

“Get some sleep.” he muttered rubbing your head before leaving the room.

Just as he left you received a text.

 Did you tell Hoseok? [3:34]

Yoongi. He just couldn’t leave you alone, could he?

You decided not to answer, you’d better keep your distance after all that happened. But apparently, that’s not how he had planned it to go as he continued sending you texts.

I know you did [3:36]

Have I hurt you or something? [3:37]

Answer [3:39]

Wow, he really was insisting. What an annoying prick. His attitude didn’t make you want to answer, he wasn’t allowed to boss you around, if you didn’t want to answer you wouldn’t answer for fuck's sake.

I need to talk to you. [3:40]

You wondered what he wanted to talk about but right now you weren’t in the mood for dealing with his whims. You turned off your phone and went to sleep.

The next morning you weren’t surprised to see when you turned on your phone that he had continued sending you texts, stubborn asshole.

You read his messages and scoffed at how many he had sent, he was probably completely drunk. His messages mainly consisted of grumpy comments on how Hobi overreacted and how you were being rude for not answering. One text caught your attention

I didn’t mean to hurt you..[4:30]

But you reminded yourself it didn’t mean anything.

Suddenly you received another one, you were not expecting him to be continuing the next morning. You become anxious you didn’t want to be forced into that situation, your eyes couldn’t leave your screen as you let the words sink in.

We’re having a talk monday. [10:00]