#honestly throw the whole spine away

[pizzopaps]

my neck and back hurt..........so fucking much........

[casuallyanidiot]

Author author!! More of deer yandere please😞🙏🙏

Yandere deer hybrid who's so eager to start breeding you. It doesn't matter if you can even get pregnant or not because by god he's going to try his hardest.

Continuation to this

Tw. Noncon, dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, yandere, captivity, breeding kink, overstimulation, bone breaking (mentioned), gn pronouns used for reader, MDNI

Ciervus waits until your leg heals to start the whole ordeal. Never mind the fact that he was the one who broke it, he lavishes you with praise and sympathy. He strokes your hair and whispers about how good you're being by staying nice and pliant in the cave he's prepared for you. You're his good little doe, all snuggled and sweet in his nest.

It almost gives him a sort of rush knowing that you were this big bad thing prowling around the woods with death at their heels. Who would guess that you were so fragile and so fuckable? He chuckles to himself as he pushes your face down into a soft bundle of fur and grabs your ankle. He rolls it gently, and he listens with a contemplative hum as you squeak in slight protest and pain.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it hurts much as before," He comments and lets your foot go limp. Despite the progress, he knows that you're never going to be able to walk the same ever again. He hopes you'll heal enough eventually, but it won't get to the point where you can outrun him. That's all he really cares about anyways.

His antlers have grown a fair amount since he last shed them and presented them to you like a prize. He feels them idly while smoothing his other hand down your nude back. He likes the feeling of your shuddering spine beneath his fingers, and he marvels at how quickly the time has passed. Already a couple months spent cuddling with his little doe... it's honestly impressive how he hasn't lost his composure yet.

But there's no more putting it off, little doe.

He hums and wordlessly grabs your thighs before spreading them apart. Your breath hitches, and his grin widens as he sees your twitching little ass and your leaking privates. His chest rises and fall more rapidly, and he'd forgive you if you mistook him for a snarling, drooling predator in that moment.

"Oh look at you..." He breathes out, kneading the sensitive flesh. You try and drag yourself away, but he gently tsks at the pathetic effort. "Now now, no need to be all shy," He teases lightly, and he positions himself right between your shaking legs. He's not totally oblivious despite the fact that he's never been with anyone before. The right of mating is deeply ingrained in his brain: a gift from generations before to ensure that whatever doe he was trying to pump full of babies would be pliant and sweet with pleasure.

His hands find his cock (impossibly long for a human, even impressive by hybrid standards), and his spits in his palm before he begins to pump and tug on the sensitive skin. He smacks your ass, enjoying the way the flesh jiggles, and he hisses in pleasure. You're everything he's ever wanted. Not these insipid little things that run about the woods and waste his time. You're the real thing. He snakes his hand around and coats it in your tears, shuddering at how you sob despite your pride.

Heat coils in his belly with each movement of his wrist, and he throws his head back with a hearty groan. His release is unceremonious, but he knows the main event is yet to begin. Ropes of his cum coat your lower back and entrance, and he relished the sight, the smell of him on you.

" There, hah, now we can get you all nice and ready," He huffs out and doubled over you so his forehead is pressed between your shoulder blades. His antlers graze against your skin, and if you move too much you'd surely be pricked by them. His shuddering, quiet laughs ghost over your skin. His fingers scoop his cum off your warm skin and dips them down to your twitching, dry entrance. He presses kisses to your neck, and he shushes you when he feels you tense.

"No no no, you're fine, you're fine shhhh. Just give me a moment to make you feel good," He murmurs and leans forward to nibble on your earlobe. Fuck, you're clamping down on his fingers. He hears you hiss out a bit in discomfort, and he coos. He gets knuckle deep, his cum acting like a lubricant to help the process as he stretches you out. You whimper and whine, but eventually he curls his digits in just the right spot to get you all loose and gaping.

He teases you with a little bite to your shoulder, and he rears back enough to line himself up and sink his length in inch by agonizing inch.

You were so tight, the fear making you clamp around him in all the right, delicious ways. All these months of watching, waiting salivating over you, and now he's where he's wanted to be. You twitched, rolling your hips underneath him. He wasn't sure about if it was because you were enjoying this or if it was just another pathetic, stupid attempt to leave him. He grips you by the back of your neck, his other hand gripping your hip as he thrusts roughly into you.

The cave was filled with his grunting, your squeals and moans, and the sounds of your bodies slapping together. He pressed kisses all over you, grabbing your face to turn you into an awkward, arched position where he could bully his cock further into your spongy walls and give you sloppy, smiling kisses.

Soon, he groans and dumps a hot load in you, and he feels you relax. You pant and tremble from your own forced orgasm, and he grins through the darkness. He pets your head, and he feels his cock soften in you. There's a sense of relief from the both of you, you for it being over and Ciervus for it happening at all.

He does feel a bit bad, though, as he member twitches back to life. Your eyes widen, and he pins you down before you can struggle. He's far from done with you, little doe.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi! So I'm currently re-reading acotar and honestly I forgot how much I love this series. Because you're such an amazing writer (and if you're taking acotar requests) i was wondering if you could write a little angsty love triangle involving Eris x reader x Azriel? She's Rhys little sister and has been pining over Azriel for years but he never gives her the time of day and because of this she develops a strong friend with Lucien (they both just want to be loved) and in swoops Eris. Or Rhys makes some sort of deal with Eris requiring her help. I'm not sure I'm just such a sucker for an angsty love triangle 🤍

It took me a hot minute so I apologize. I hope you will still enjoy it. 🤍✨

You look lonely - I can fix that

You loved him. Loved him so much that you were willing to tear yourself apart over and over and over again. Watching him fall and break himself over females that wanted nothing to do with him. Settling for a temporary glimpse of love when you were there offering him a lifetime of devotion. But it’s as if he was unseeing when it came to you. As if all of your gestures of love went right over Azriel’s head.

“I just want to be someone’s first chance”, he chuckled bitterly after an argument he had with Mor. “You are though”, you muttered, despite eyes looking up at the males clouding your eyes for decades. “Not like a friend to you, little one”, he smiled at you. Making the aching whole shape of him within your heart bleed all over again. “But you are”, you muttered. Silently begging him to see you. But all he did was brush the side of your face, “You’ll sweet but you don’t know what it means to love someone who doesn’t love you back”, his words sliced you open. But you pushed the emotion deeper within. Watching him step away from you.

Then in came Elain. You had tried to keep him away. Keep him away from the hellfire that was gonna swallow him if he chose the path that he was going down in. But that had only made his frustration pour out on you. “I’m trying to warn you because I care”, you screamed at him, bitter tears falling down your cheeks. “No one asked for your opinion on my love life”, Azriel bit back, “Stick to your tea parties and pretty dresses”. You wished you could cut him out of your system. Get rid of the flame of hope.

“Save some for me”, you flinch slightly. Dropping the bottle of bourbon on the grass before reaching back to pull the spilling bottle up. Lucien didn’t seem to mind. And you were too tipsy to care as you offered the bottle to him. “What are we drinking to?”, he sat down next to you, pulling a handkerchief before handing it to you. “Our fucked love life”, you sniffed, hating yourself for it. “Yeah, fuck them”, Lucien saluted before throwing his head back, “You and I, we are on the same boat sweetie”, he handed the bottle back to you. “Two outcasts of love”, you chuckled bitterly before taking another sip.

What you didn’t expect was to find such comfort in Lucien. You two had no mutual interest in being together. There was nothing between you romantically but the comfort of having a soul that called to the same pain was as if breathing again. So you stuck together. Going on hunting trips. Parties. Gatherings. Visiting each other in your homes. So it wasn’t that big of a surprise when Lucien asked you to accompany you to one of the celebrations that were happening in autumn.

That’s how you found yourself watching him make females swoop over the magic tricks he was casting. Not being able to suppress a light smile. Loving that his playful side was slowly coming back. “Mind if I join you”, that voice alone made a shiver run down your spine. And another one once you eyes too in a sign in front of you. In a deep shade of green stood none other than Eris. Lethal the beauty of this male was. “It pains me that my brother brought a lady of unmatched beauty with him but left her alone to play ancient tricks instead”, he stepped closer bringing a scent of pines and forest with him. “I don’t mind”, you shrugged, “I’m happy that he’s in a much brighter spirit”. Eris hummed at your words. Eyes never leaving you. “And are you?”, he asked, making your heart flutter, “Are you in brighter spirits?” You tried to open your mouth to say something. Anything. To smile. To brush off the ache that didn’t leave you. Eris reached out, brushing away a strand of your night black hair, “You look lonely, my love”, he muttered, “I can fix that”.

And to his promise Eris stayed true. And soon your time was occupied with him. And only him. He showed you Autumn. Brought you down his childhood trails. His dogs had been an immense part of your everyday walks. But all of that only mattered because he saw you. Not past you. But right through you. Into the depths of your soul. “I’m not a good man”, he muttered one night, fingers lazing and brushing over your exposed shoulder. “I don’t agree with that”, you shook your head. “That’s because you make me better. I don’t have the urge to bite when I’m with you”, he admitted, filling your heart up with so many emotions yet keeping all the scars from cracking open.

You bring him home after that. To your brother. To your family. Fueled by the same urge to show him your home. Part of it you loved dearly. Only joy was wiped off your face within a heartbeat. “What is he doing here?”, Azriel snarled, narrowing his eyes at Eris. “It’s my pleasure to see you once again”, Eris didn’t even miss a beat as his fox-like eyes followed Azriel. “I’m here because I’m courting this lovely woman”, he reached out for your hand before bringing it up to his lips. “That’s bullshit”, Azriel grunted, “Step away from him, Yn”, he ordered.

“No”, you breathed. Making Azriel frown even harder, “What do you mean no?” “I am seeing him. We’re together”, you watched all of the emotions fighting in Azriel’s eyes. From confusion. To anger. To hurt. “But…”, he muttered. “I got tired of waiting, Azriel”, you sighed, “I was ready and willing to give it all to you but you pushed me away, I was a child to you”, shrugging you looked up at him. “I can’t live like a second… no fuck that… tenth? Twentieth choice?”, “That’s not true”, he cut in, reaching out for you to be met with Eris’s firm hand, “Times up, bat. She’s my girl now. And I take pride in calling her mine”.

[moonlightsolo]

could you do neteyam and a human reader where he compares the difference between the two of you <3

YES SO CUTE. thank you for requesting this i’ve been aching to write some fluffy stuff!!! hope you don't mind i wrote it in like a hc format

neteyam looooooves how small you are.

actually the boy is quite obsessed with it.

na’vi girls are tough, and rigid compared to humans

you’re soft and squishy and so tiny compared to him

he loves how you barely reach his elbow

so obviously the top of your head is his designated arm rest

he always compares hand sizes

mostly bc his hand quite literally DWARFS yours

he'll hold your hand and yours will disappear into his palm

he also loves how easy it is to carry you around

whether you’re on his back, or in his arms

and when you can't keep up with him in the forest

or if you're taking too long to climb over rocks or logs

he will sweep you off your feet and carry you around instead

he looooves cuddling with you

you can quite literally use his body as a mattress

or just tuck into his side perfectly

the boy adores you so much

and he is obsessed with kissing you

he can't get enough of you

his head is larger than yours but that doesn’t stop him from anything

your lips are so tiny and soft and cute

he’s kinda obsessed with your height but he enjoys to tease you about it

he holds things up high out of your reach

"neteyam! stop it! give. it. back!" you whine in annoyance, reaching up for your research sample that he has grasped in his hand. he laughs at how you hop to attempt to reach it, "i like this stuff. i think i might keep it actually.." he takes a few steps away from you as he watches the glowing liquid thrash in the glass beaker. your hands tug at his tail to stop him from walking away from you, "neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan! give me it now or i'm going to tell your mother!" the sound of his full name leaving your lips makes a visceral shiver run down his spine, but he gives in and surrenders your silly little glass back to you.

neteyam just wants to watch you jump and beg him for it honestly

he's a sicko but in a good way

he is also prone to throw you over his shoulder and manhandle you (sometimes)

whenever he gets the chance he engulfs you

like bends over and consumes your body with his just to hear you squeal

it’s amusing to him

he likes how you have to angle your head all the way back to look up at him when he straightens his back

kinda spicy, but he loves how his hands look on your ass

#neteyamisanassman

his palms knead at your butt but his fingers are halfway down to your knees

like he can't get over how tiny you are!

he also likes to watch you eat pandoran fruit & how small it looks in your hands compared to his

sometimes he stares too much which makes you a bit flustered

he enjoys how different your expressions are compared to his people

he can’t read you as well since you don’t have a tail or a pair of pointed ears

he always visits your quarters back in the scientists shack

because its the only place he can properly kiss you (make out with you)

since you need an oxygen mask whenever you go outside

seeing the boy on your human sized bed is humorous

he is so lanky and overall way too big for your bed

but he insists he is comfortable and sleeps beside you the whole night

his legs all tucked up around you and his feet hang off the end

and his braids tickle your nose whenever he moves

he likes to play with your hair

he is actually very skilled at braiding

he adorns your hair and braids with beads and random trinkets he finds in the forest

your hair is so soft compared to na’vi’s he just can’t stop

he even made you a necklace when he was trying to court you the na'vi way

he forced kiri to offer to braid your hair so she could secretly get the size of your neck for him

it was odd for kiri to offer to braid your hair when neteyam always does it for you, but of course, you agree to it. the na'vi girl sits you down on a bed of moss while she stands on her knees behind you. she busies herself with braiding two strands in the front of your hair and pinning them back behind your ears, "so what made you want to braid my hair?' you question as you twiddle with your fingers out of boredom, "just cause." kiri simply replies, but the tone of her voice alludes to something else. the gears in your mind go into overdrive, trying to think of why neteyam would put her up to this. then something soft wraps around your neck, kind of tightly. the feeling startles you, making you turn around to see kiri with a blade of grass formed into a circle the size of your neck. "what was that for?" you ask with a laugh. "nothing!" she shoves the circle behind her back, "turn back around! i'm not finished!" she hisses at you.

a few weeks after the weird fiasco with kiri choking you with a leaf, someone knocks on the door to your bedroom. you expect it to be norm asking if you want food, but it's neteyam. "oh hey!" you chirp happily and step to the side to let him in. he ducks under your doorway, and as he passes you he pecks the top of your head. "hi, my love." he moves to sit down on your bed, that creaks under the pressure of his large body. you can't help but notice a bag that crosses over his chest and rests on his hip, "are we going somewhere? is that why you have that?" you ask and motion towards the bag.

"no, no. i actually have something for you." he clears his throat, and turns his attention to rummage through the sack. you watch how the boy gulps nervously, and tucks an unruly braid behind his ear. his lips are pursed together in concentration, before he pulls something out. it's a necklace. a beautifully weaved one with three shiny blue stones as the centerpiece. "for me?" your face lights up when he nods at you. "i made it for you."

it fit you perfectly btw and you never ever take it off

he loves when you sleepover

he sleeps in a hammock so you can either curl yourself into his side or lay on top of him

neteyam thinks his only purpose is to protect you from the harsh environment of pandora

he knows your vulnerable from your size so he likes to keep an eye on you

especially when you’re researching things in the forest

you'll be with norm's avatar and max but...

he will silently lurk above in the trees

like a little stalker

just waiting for any predator to dare to attack his yawntutsyìp

(little loved one)

he dedicates himself to you completely

and after you two finally make your relationship official

he brings you to visit the tree of souls

as you approach the spiritual tree, the atokirina', the wisps or seeds of the tree, surround your tiny human body

indicating that the forest has accepted you

neteyam almost cries from pure joy

he practically treats you as if you're eywa herself

his deity, his goddess...

it saddens him that he cannot make tsaheylu with you

but he knows that you see him and he sees you

he just loves you so much honestly

everything about your cute lil sky demon self

[bellawoso]

say yes to heaven.

aitana bonmati x fem!reader

desc: gfs documentary made me cry so i had to write some fluff to make me feel better!!

you and aitana had been friends ever since you joined barcelona just a year ago. although the midfielder befriended and stuck with every newbie on the team until they found their closest friends, you and her instantly clicked and became best friends in no time.

what you werent expecting was for your platonic feelings for the brunette to blossom into a crush, which although you deemed would go away soon, never did and only became stronger.

you never acted on your feelings though, always too scared that she would never feel the same way, i mean you didnt even know if aitana was into girls or not, let alone whether she liked you back as well.

you had more or less successfully managed to suppress your feelings though. the multiple shots that mapi encouraged you to take at the club you and the team were at, seemed to make you temporarily forget about your tragically unrequited love for your best friend.

unfortunately, aitana wasnt the only one known in the team for not dating. and honestly, if anyone knew why you were laying off dating, they would not be able to blame you. however, as aitana wasnt one for teasing and pranking her teammates, they chose to not tease her for her inability to settle with anyone. opposite to aitana, you loved joining prank wars with vicky, jana, bruna, salma, pina and patri. which left you on the receiving end of relentless bullying about your lack of love life.

this night out in london was no exception, except this time, the group had decided to instead try help you find someone, and had now made it a contest of who could find someone for you first.

the rest of the team including aitana, who were much more mature than your group, had decided to come up to your table and sit with you all, making sure you wouldnt get into trouble. they had soon caught onto what your group was trying to do, and seeing the permanent pout on your face made it even funnier.

one person who was not amused though, was aitana herself, with her heart racing with fear every time someone pointed a random person out for you, and a scowl each time you winced when patri elbowed your ribs for saying no.

eventually it became too much for the midfielder to handle, as she told the group to grow up and stop being so immature and childish, before pulling you onto her lap.

your eyes widened in surprise and your cheeks flushed red as aitana then decided to loop her arms around your waist, her fingertips just dipping under the waistband of your skirt to rub small circles into your skin. your spine involuntarily shivered at the prospect of having aitana this close, and you blushed once again as she lent towards your ear to whisper something to you.

was this best friend behaviour in spain? honestly you werent too sure, but judging by the smirk that lucy sent your way, you were guessing that what you and aitana were doing was leaning more to the couple side of things.

most other people on the team who were sat around the table also seemed surprised and also amused at aitanas sudden behaviour. until vicky burst out laughing, interrupting everyones conversations as she said “i think i know someone whos perfect for y/n!��� as she sent a very obvious wink at aitana, making you throw a cup coaster from the table at her head.

however it seemed that aitana hadnt found what vicky said amusing, as you felt her tense up behind you and her hands unravelled themselves from around your waist, before lightly shoving you off her lap onto the seat next to you, claiming she needed to use the bathroom.

you didnt see aitana for the rest of the night, she clung very closely to keira and ona much to your dismay. so to distract yourself from your crushes unusual and confusing behaviour, you decided to fully let loose. and what better way to do that than let pina and patri almost control your whole night, the duo were infamously known for their wild partying antics. so this came to a shock to everyone when you teamed up with them for the night, as you were know for your love to have a peaceful night in by yourself.

one of pina and patris dares was for you to somehow you and them free drinks, they waited at the end of the bar for you, incase they noticed you feeling uncomfortable and to also collect their drinks after. aitana and almost all of the rest of the team who had gone out that night were sat back down at the booth, all in their own little conversations.

you however had managed to find a spanish girl who looked to be in her late thirties, who you were almost certain looked easy enough to convince to get you free drinks. although your slightly tipsy state had you misunderstanding the dare, thinking they meant to get drinks for the entire table, which in theory it was almost impossible to get someone to buy that many drinks for a stranger. but you were a woman on a mission, and you didnt want to fail this dare at all, and you were determined to have a better night than aitana, who seemed to be completely ignoring you.

after talking and flirting with the woman for a bit, she offered to buy you a drink, to which you responded you were supposed to be getting your whole table drinks now. but as soon as you saw her pull a sleek black card out of her wallet, you knew you would be winning this dare. you managed to remember most peoples drinks, and glanced over to pina and patri who had looks of shock and disbelief on their faces at the number of drinks being made for you.

it was even better when she offered to take the two trays over to your booth after you claimed your arms were aching, pina and patri quickly trailed behind, curious at how exactly you had pulled that off.

as soon as she placed the trays of drinks down, her phone began to ring, as she spoke some fast, accented words in spanish to you, which your very tipsy brain couldnt comprehend, you quickly said adios to her followed with a drunken wave.

as pina and patri told the table the dare and how you had gotten it wrong, alexia, sandra, marta and irene shook their heads and lectured you for your actions, claiming that it was a stupid idea. whereas lucy clapped her hand on your back shouting “thanks mate” in your ear.

until ona spoke, drawing all the attention over to a very confused you “i cant believe she said that to you y/n”

you honestly had no idea what her words were, only comprehending the word “noche” making you guess she wished you a good night. “what do you mean ona? i didnt really understand it”

this made patri laugh “oh amiga, she said she wished she could have expanded her night with you, and said ‘preferably to get you in his bed’ you must have really been flirting with her”

upon hearing your newfound knowledge of what the woman said, aitana muttered under her breath of how she was tired and was going home, as she threw a glare your way, your stance visibly deflated and a deep frown settled on your face. you hated arguing with aitana, and it was so much worse that you had absolutely no idea what you have done.

you also excused yourself and began to follow aitana out, stumbling a few times as an effect of your ridiculously high heels and the large amount of alcohol youve had. you managed to catch up to her just as she was getting in her car, aitana hadnt had too much to drink tonight, so planned on driving herself home, even though she knew she would not be able to sleep with thoughts of you clouding her mind.

if you were sober, there was no way you would just rag open aitanas car door and fall straight on to the seat, but the drinks you had gave you the confidence and desperation you needed to to ask and find out what you did wrong.

“dios mio y/n! you terrified me, you cant just do that!” aitana shouted, your abrupt entrance had terrified the brunette, but you brushed her temporary shock to the side, a burning question on the tip of your tongue. “aitana have i upset you? why have you been ignoring me?” you asked with a frown on your face, completely averting your eyes from aitana. you were a sad drunk, often getting way too emotional, and the last thing you wanted to do was drunk cry in front of your crush.

“no, no- y/n, you havent! i- i just, im confused, okay? thats all, im not mad at you” aitana reassured, she avoided you tonight solely due to her confusion of her anger towards the people that your teammates had been picking out for you at the bar. if she knew how upset and anxious it had made you, then she would have stayed with you all night if it meant you were okay.

“do- do you want to come back to mine? or you can go to yours! thats fine too- honestly! i-” aitana noticed her rambling and cut herself of as she felt her cheeks heat up. “aita, i want to go back to yours please” you said softly to the midfielder. “vale cari, lets go” she responded.

as aitana navigated the streets of barcelona towards her apartment, you could help but laugh at her soft angered mutters of the irritating barcelona traffic and the dozens of traffic lights she had to stop at that she insisted were “unnecessary and a waste of time and money” as you approached a 24 hour food place on the side of the road, aitana moved her hand over to your thigh making your breath hitch. her question of whether you were hungry or not went unanswered, as you were too busy overthinking the hand on your thigh. as aitana pulled into a parking space she asked again however she was now met with your extremely flustered face.

this told aitana all she needed to know on whether her feelings for you were reciprocated or not, and the newfound knowledge that they were supplied her with enough confidence to lean over the centre console. aitana then grabbed your jawline softly, she noticed you glancing at her lips which gave her the confirmation she needed to press her lips onto yours.

the kiss started off slow, aitana not wanting you to feel uncomfortable and like you were rushing things. until you decided you wanted more and tangled your hands in her hair pulling her impossibly closer which prompted her to slip her tongue into your mouth, the kiss becoming rougher and more desperate. the kiss only ended when you were near to a point of gasping for air, and as you were still trying to catch your breath, aitana decided it would be a good time to ask “go on a date with me”. you couldnt tell if she had meant to demand you to go out with her, or whether she just forgot to form a question when translating what she wanted to say. either way, you didnt hesitate when responding “vale” with a small laugh at her way of asking you, as she turned to you with a smile at hearing the spanish fall from your lips.

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yourinstagram

caption: shes not a very good driver 😇😇

liked by: alexiaputellas, lucybronze and 54,324 others.

comment:

lucybronze: i think we all know who that is..

-> yourinstagram: i think we all know who you left with last night (your not as subtle as you think you are)

fbcfemeni: is that caption really true?

-> yourinstagram: aitana get off barcelonas account 😭

-> fbcfemeni: its not aitana!!

-> yourinstagram: mentirosa 😬😬

user1: omg its a for aitana!!!

user2: has everyone seen barcas comments 😭

user3: not aita on the teams account 😭

[exhaslo]

Okay hear me out… but like enemies-to-lovers Miguel that leads to hate/angry sex??!? 😳🫣 like with Brat!Reader omggg? They could prolly be competing in something and also fight for dominance in bed ><

Lol, I can totally see this! Especially if it's a Black Cat Reader variant.

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI, angry sex, cussing

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Once again, you were being a menace to society. As the official 2099 Black Cat, you took it upon yourself to do as much stealing as you can. You had a goal in mind and a person to annoy. A particular Spider to drive crazy.

You had been at it for months. At first it was harmless flirting, but when the big, fancy Spiderman refused to cave, you became a brat. You just existed to annoy him every given chance you got. He refused to see you as a woman, so you refused to see him as a man.

It got to the point where the two of you saw each other as mortal enemies. Always getting in each other's way and annoying the shit out of one another. Despite all of that, you still loved to bother the living shit out of Spiderman. You wanted to see him crack under pressure because of you.

"Awe, looks like the Spider came to play." You teased.

Your eyes glanced at his large back, furrowing your brows as he ignored you. You grunted lowly and approached him, whipping your hair in his face.

"What a beautiful night to commit a crime~"

"Can you just...not?" Oh, he sounded pissed off.

"What's wrong, Spidey? Cat's got your tongue?" You chuckled lowly.

"I'm not in the mood. Just behave and go home."

"Gee, who would do such a thing?"

"Why can't you just listen for once?" Spiderman said with a low groan. You raised a brow, inching closer to him, "Stop testing me."

"Fiiiine. I'll leave you alone, but I will go steal some jewels."

You said with a wide grin before dashing off. You swore you heard Spiderman cuss. Now that brought a smile to your face. You were making him crack. Although, you were slightly curious as to why he was so angry. You weren't the cause of it, but hopefully you could make it worse.

Landing right on your next target location, you let out a cheer. This was going to be a big score for you. All of these precious jewels were going to sell so nicely for you to get the things you actually wanted. Just the thought of the money in your hands sent shivers down your spine!

Clawing your way inside, you hummed happily as you easily stole your new jewels. Not a single alarm went off as usual. Stepping out of the building, you gasped as you felt yourself being pulled violently.

"Wha-"

"I thought I told you to go home." Spiderman hissed lowly. You could hear the venom in his tone,

"I just was! You didn't catch me in time so these are mine to keep!" You spat back.

Spiderman just gave you a glare as he snatched the jewels out of your hands and threw them inside the building. You gasped as the alarm went off. Hissing, you went to scratch Spiderman, but he caught your wrists.

"Stop being such a brat."

"Make me."

You never thought things would turn out this way. Right as you snapped towards Spiderman, he up and kissed you. You gripped his hands, kissing him back, still trying to free yourself. You felt your body being pressed against a wall as Spiderman held you in place.

"That made you shut up." He hissed lowly. You caught your breathe,

"Who wouldn't it?" You huffed and squirmed slightly, "Are you going to let me go?"

"Are you going to go home?"

"I will if you take me there."

There was that frustrating flirting again. Honestly, you thought you'd never do it again. Spiderman took you up on that offer and the two of you bickered and argued the whole way there. Once you were home, you went to cuss out Spiderman once more for throwing your jewels away, but he stopped you mid sentence with another forceful kiss.

You grumbled and dragged him inside your apartment, wanting to teach him a lesson. His hands were all over your and you were all over him. Clothes were thrown on the floor and your bodies were pressed up against each other. His mask was still on and so was yours, but your lips kept meeting each other.

"Going...to give...you a reason...to stop...being so...annoying." Spiderman said in between kisses.

"As if."

With a grunt, you watched as Spiderman took your panties off. His hand started to rub your clit and poke your cunt. You shivered, but refused to give in. Your hands trailed down his chest, reaching for his cock as he started to finger you.

"Still not...mhm...going to tell me your name, Spidey?"

"Maybe if you behave."

You flung your head back as he started to pump his fingers into you at a fast pace. You moaned loudly, surprised by how good he was. His fingers were so thick too, you could only imagine the size of his dick. Just the thought made you squeeze against his fingers.

"Now that's what I want to hear." Spiderman huffed.

You arched your back, moaning as you cam against his hand. Panting softly, you grumbled towards his satisfied look. Not wanting to be defeated, you pulled him onto the bed and crawled onto his lap. A smirk against your lips as you stroked his dick,

"Two can play at this game."

"Kitty wants to play?" Spiderman grumbled lowly as he tried to take control.

You huffed, trying to argue with him. He easily flipped you over, pressing your face against your bed sheets. He thrusted his dick inside you, causing you to moan loudly and squirm under him. He held your hips tightly, slapping himself into you.

"I told you to behave. Why do you always have to be so fucking annoying, huh? I'm always having to clean up your messes!"

"N-No one asked you...mhm~ too!" You whined, feeling his dick hit that sweet spot.

"I wonder if you'll fucking behave now?" He grunted lowly as your pussy squeezed his dick more, "Call me Miguel. I want to hear you cry my name out when you cum."

"M-Mig-" You gripped the bed sheets, not wanting to play his game.

You gasped as he slapped your ass and raised your hips slightly higher. His dick now pounding that sweet spot each time. Your body trembled as you came hard. His name rolling off your lips as he kept thrusting into you.

"For once you listen. Good girl," Miguel spat.

You whined as he pulled out and cummed against your folds. You weren't happy with this. Trying to use whatever strength you had left, you pushed Miguel onto the bed and sat on his dick. Another moan escaped your lips as you bounced against him, smirking slightly,

"A-As if...I'll let you...mhm~ w-win...t-this." You whimpered, feeling so full. Miguel held your hips as he helped you,

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Can't handle my dick? I thought cats were flexible?"

You shivered as he said your name. The bastard knew this whole time?! You tried to complain, but your words were coming out as gibberish. Your mind was fogging up. All you could think about was him fucking you. He was so rough. His thrusts were so fast. If this was what angry sex felt like, you sure as shit wanted more of it.

"Is this all it takes to shut you up? I'll have to do this more often," Miguel groaned as you slowed down.

"S'much~ M-Mig..." You whimpered.

Miguel hummed as you cam against his dick once more. Right when he was going to chase his high, he huffed as you wrapped your legs around him. Your stubborn ass. Unable to stop, Miguel moaned lowly as he unloaded inside of you.

"There, happy?"

"Of course not!"

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"Yes! Yes!" You cried out as Miguel held your hips, fucking you against an alleyway.

You had gotten caught trying to steal yet again. Dear ol' Spiderman had to come around and teach you a lesson, again. You swore you weren't losing your touch. It was just...You liked these harsh lessons he always gave you.

Miguel always had to bully your cunt, making sure your pussy remembered the shape of his dick. He always made sure his marks were all over you. Miguel was possessive and so were you. The scratch marks on his back were proof of that.

"My kitty's getting sloppy. You didn't even argue this time when I caught you." Miguel whispered in your ear. You tighten around him,

"C-Can't argue when you don't listen."

"Oh, I don't listen?" Miguel fasten his pace, giving your rough and deep thrusts, "I thought I told you to wear those panties I like so much? Where are they?"

"In the wash! Ah~ You ruined the last ones, c-covering them in...in so much...mhm~"

"Tsk, tsk. Arguing again. I suppose I need to ruin this pair too." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

Your vison blurred as you cam against his dick. You tried to hold onto the wall, but you felt your limbs grow weak. Miguel was still pounding your abused cunt, filling it over and over again. You had forgotten when this small hatred turned into ongoing lust.

The only thing you did know was that both you and Miguel kept wanting each other. No matter how much you annoyed the shit out of him, Miguel was always there to shut you up. Sometimes you got lucky and were the one to shut him up.

Either way, you were going to steal again tomorrow. You had a lesson to learn after all.

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[amor-ad-nauseam]

Somethin’ Stupid (Pt. 3)

Pairings: Sam X fem!reader

Summary: Pent up feelings have a way of boiling over…

word count: 1.8k

Tags: Reader and Sam are in love, sloppy make out, kissing, sex, intercourse in the impala, PiV, slight softdom!Sam, praising, reader has female anatomy, reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, can be read as porn w/o plot but feel free to check out the other parts

Notes: With that, this series comes to a close! Honestly i really love writing Sam, y'all might just see more of him soon. Also, had my first day of school friday!

Part 1 Part 2

Requests are open

Sam’s hand slips to the underside of your knee. He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to. You know what he wants and you’re more than willing to oblige. You rise to your knees and with his help you swing your leg over his lap in one swift motion.

His hands rest on your hips while you sink into him. As your hips go flush with his, even through pants you both feel the sensitivity building within both of you.

Neither of you waste any time. Your hands slide up the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your lips meet in a hungry kiss, tongues licking at each other, saliva wet on your lips, the occasional clash of teeth.

One of his hands slips beneath your shirt, sending shivers through your whole body. Sam’s hand slides up your back, long, delicate fingers trailing every vertebrae of your spine. His tongue runs along the inside of your teeth, licking at the roof of your mouth, anywhere he can get, really.

His free hand reaches down to his pants, pinching and adjusting the fabric near the tightening crotch. This action doesn’t escape you. You roll your hips, grinding into the growing bulge in his jeans. He involuntarily breaks the kiss, throwing his head back and driving his hips into you with a groan.

“Fuck,” He says in a breathy murmur.

He was so beautiful in this moment, the strands of hair fallen in front of his face, the curvature of his neck, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You could feel your body growing hotter and with it your desire. You kiss your way up his neck, jaw, and collar bones, leaving lipstick stains in your wake.

Every movement, every breath coming from you sends more blood away from his head and straight to his dick. He wanted to take this slow- make this extra good for you. But every action executed by his fuzzy mind was done with the end goal of making you scream like you did in his every fantasy.

Sam’s hand falls from beneath your shirt and lands on your ass. He gives a gentle squeeze, causing your breath to hitch in your throat and a momentary pause in your kissing. Proud of himself, having evoked that reaction from you he squeezes harder, this time urging your hips in an up and down motion against his cock.

He was going to take it slow.

The friction provides a bit of release from the growing heat between your thighs.

“Sam- mfg,” You moan against his neck, sending vibrations across his skin. Your voice was like honey and he couldn’t get enough.

Sam did want to take this slow.

But he needed you.

badly.

Fuck it.

“backseatbackseatbackseat,” The words come tumbling from his mouth, breathy and filled with titillation. He’s slightly incoherent but you get the message.

…

“sssam,” you whimper out as your breasts slap against the hood of the trunk.

You did attempt the backseat but belts are complicated and it was damn near impossible to get your boots off in the dark. Either way, you both were far too turned on and impatient to wait a second longer.

“Mmm good girl, just like that, baby,” Sam cooed.

He slid in and out of you with slow deliberate motion. His hands gently rake up and down your back, stopping just before reaching your breasts and his thumbs kneading your ass cheeks as you adjust to his size.

Your fingers outstretched in front of you, ball into fists as ripples of painful pleasure spread throughout your body. You whine, your hips writhing as Sam fully buries himself within you. You never did expect Sam to be so large. In retrospect, it does only make sense for a man with a stature such as his.

“I know, baby, I know.” Sam says softly. He leans down, serving only to push himself further inside of you, for which he profusely apologizes for by planting loving kisses across your back and shoulders.

“Are you okay, love?” Sam says in between kisses. “We can stop if you want.”

“No, mmf, don’t stop,” You whimper, lifting your head in attempt to look at him. “Plleeeass, don’t stop.” You beg, your voice needy and filled with air.

“Okay, hon,” Sam replies with a small chuckle. He presses a kiss to your lips before straightening himself and picking up right where he left off.

His hands firmly grip your hips. Sam slowly pulls out as if you were made of delicate glass. Then, you feel the warm tip of his length teasing at the entrance of your pussy, as if debating whether or not he should.

“Sam, plea-

Without warning you feel yourself being completely filled by every inch of him. You gasp, your body rocking forward and your senses reeling.

From behind you hear Sam groan at the feeling of your pussy around him. His grip tightens on your hips, the indents of his fingers sure to bruise.

“God, you feel good,” he murmurs.

Before you have a chance to catch your breath he thrusts inside again and again, picking up a steady rhythm.

You moan and cry out breathless repetitions of his name. “F-fhuck, oh god, Samsamsam, fuuuuck, don’t mmfg stop.” Your hands desperately grasp at nothing. You suck in your bottom lip and bite down hard as you attempt to quiet yourself.

Sam immediately takes notice of how your once enthusiastic moans become high pitched squeaks and sharp breaths.

“Mm, c’mon baby, be a good girl for me, lemme hear you.” He lets out a groan, his thrusts fluctuating as you clench around him. “You like that, being called a good girl?”

His voice is low and raspy as he speaks, sending your stomach (and vagina, honestly) fluttering. You could hear the almost pride in his voice- having found out what makes you tick. You nod a mousy yes, raising to your tiptoes so your hips are aligned with his.

Sam groans again, your tight pussy fitting him perfectly. “Good girl,” He murmurs as he makes you moan again and again - music to his ears. He sings your praises in drunken murmurs as he fucks you till you see stars, not the ones overhead.

The night air, warm and thick around the two of you, felt as though it were heating up. Every inch of his body buzzed, his heartbeat raced, and his breaths came out in short pants. You were so beautiful before him- bent over, hair splayed across your back and the sweat on your skin illuminated by the moon. It was almost involuntary as his body moved.

Sam’s arm reached beneath you, wrapping around your waist. You gasp, he lifts you to him, your back flush with his chest.

“God you’re beautiful,” Sam mumbles into your skin. His other hand slides down your torso, landing on the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

You throw your head back in a crying moan. You reach behind you, your hand tangling into his mess of hair. Sam growls into your ear in response. His thrusts become more sporadic, his cock entering and exiting you in rapid needy thrusts. His fingers match that same desperate rhythm , or lack thereof, working your clit in jagged circles at the slowest pace he can manage. The extra stimulation provided drives you so close to the edge. Your pussy spasms around him, your awareness threatening to fade as a white hot pleasure spreads through you.

“Fuck, baby i’m close where do you want it?” Sam says through barred teeth as he struggles to hold himself back.

“Inside,” You pant through moans.

“You sure?” He grunts out, his hips stalling.

“Yes! i’m on the pill, please just cum inside me!” You cry out.

Without another word, you both let yourselves go. The entire world around you seems to fade out of existence as firey waves of ecstasy roll through your body. Your back arches and your legs shake while the climax washes over you.

Once you come down from your high you find Sam behind you, panting just as hard as you were. He was still inside of you, along with something warm and sticky.

“That was…” He breaths.

“Wow.”

“Yeah… you okay?”

“Mhm, you?”

“Better.” Sam chuckles.

…

After a maddening search for your missing clothing and some difficulty getting dressed, Sam helps you into the backseat of the car since your legs had given out. He just stands there in the space of the open door, smiling down at you.

“What?” You smile softly.

“You’re beautiful.” Sam says simply.

“Thank you, I think you are as well.”

“Thanks,” He smiles.

Bzz Bzz

“Hm?” You both go curiously.

You peer around to the front seat only to see your phone just how you left it- dead.

“Not me.” You shrug.

“Shit,” Sam begins patting his pockets before pulling his phone from his back pocket. “it’s Dean.”

“Is he okay?” You question, watching Sam’s face as he skims the messages.

>Hey so i may or may not have accidentally sent you to the wrong spot. oops.

> One image attached: A selfie of Dean and Garth’s smiling faces, both holding up blood-stained machetes.

> Walked back to the car and i think i saw you two kissing?

> Nicee, knew you could do it ;)

> You’re not responding so i can only assume you’re either dead, or getting some

> i did buy two motel rooms for a reason, samuel.

“Oof.” Sam says aloud.

“What is it?” You rise to your feet and peer over his arm to look.

>Dude, i swear if you’re screwing in baby rn

>Sam DO NOT FUCK IJ MY CAR!

>IN*

“Technically we didn’t do it in the car.” You giggle.

“Don’t think that matters much.”

“Yeah… well, if he asks let’s just say your phone died.”

“Good idea, but let’s not think about that night now.” Sam tosses his phone to the backseat and turns all of his attention back on you. “Cause right now,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “All I wanna think about is how I have the most amazing girl in the world, right in front of me.”

You blush, hard. “Oh really?” You smirk, playing coy. “Dunno if i can belive you on that one.”

“Then how can I prove it to you?” Sam replies in an equally playful manner.

“Hmm, i’ve got a few ideas.” You crane your neck upward toward him, biting down on your lower lip.

Without a second thought Sam cups your face in his hands and pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss.

When you pull apart he smiles at you dumbly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that he pulls you in for another kiss. Sam would be happy to prove just how amazing you are forever.

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After Coachella

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 2.1k

Includes- Coachella Hongjoong, rough and wild sex, wall sex, cock riding, table sex, missionary, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hongjoong POV

Getting off the stage, I grab my girlfriend's hand, pulling her with me as we're ushered back towards our trailers

It was such a rush being on stage and performing at Coachella and that high hasn't worn off yet

Neither has the desire to fuck my girlfriend

I wasn't able to fuck her before we went on stage

I could tell she liked the outfit I was put in by the way she kept touching my chest, kissing my neck, saying how hot I looked

Unfortunately we had to go on stage and I was horny the whole performance

While performing, I went from being excited, to honored, to awed to horny and back over and over

I was able to keep thoughts of her naked and on my dick out of my head for most of this performance

But the second I was walking off stage, it's all that's been in my mind

Seeing the trailers coming up, I turn to Seonghwa

"Keep everyone out of that trailer for now", I tell him, pointing to the right one that's a bit away from the others

He raises his eyebrow but nods, "Yeah"

Veering off from the group, I lead my jagi to the trailer

"Joongie, everyone is going that way", she says, looking behind her at the group

"Yeah but we're going this way", I tell her

Opening the trailer door, I pull her inside and up the stairs

"Joongie-", she starts but I stop her, pulling her right to me, my lips crashing into hers, heat and fire flooding my body, my head becoming dizzy

Fuck, I love kissing her

She immediately responds, kissing me back, my tongue already down her throat

I pull down her pants and panties as she shoves down my jacket

I let it fall to the floor while she kicks her bottom clothes off

She grabs my belt, undoing it, getting my pants open

I take over throwing my shoes off then getting out of my pants and boxers

"Someone's horny", she teases

"You're damn fucking right", I growl, picking her up and pushing her against the wall, "You got me all riled up right before performing and I had to wait to fuck your sweet pussy"

I pull her shirt off, her bra following, needed her naked, needing to see her perfect body

"It's not my fault, they put you in such a fucking hot outfit", she whines, grabbing onto my shirt

Taking my chin in her hands she moves my head to the side, pressing kisses to my neck, sending shivers up my spine

Her fingers trail down, slowly moving along my chest, lighting a fire in each cell of my skin

"It's not my fault my boyfriend is the sexiest man on this fucking planet", she murmurs

I groan hearing her

It blows my mind she thinks that about me

Honestly San, Seonghwa and Mingi are the members most ATINYs think are sexy

They love their muscles and abs

I don't have that but she doesn't care

From the moment I met her, she's only ever seen me

She doesn't pay attention to San when he's walking around without a shirt

She doesn't pay attention to Seonghwa or Mingi when they're put in sexy outfits

It's only me

No matter what I'm wearing she always says I'm the hottest, is always on me, always kissing me, fucking me, always telling me she loves me

She only pays attention to me

And I'm grateful for that because she is the only girl I ever pay attention to

I don't notice girls like that anymore because no one holds a candle to my jagi

I don't want anyone but her

"It's not my fault my boyfriend makes me horny every second of every day", she whispers in my ear

"Yeah well my girlfriend does the same to me", I growl, turning my head back to her, "And right now, I'm gonna make you scream louder than ATINYs did"

With that I move my aching cock to her hole and sink into her tight pussy

"Joongie", she moans, her head leaning back against the wall, her hands gripping my shirt hard as my cock opens her so widely, so pleasurably around me

She moans louder at every inch that goes in, her pussy drenching, leaking and pulling me into her

"Hongjoong yes", she cries, her legs tightening around my waist, fingers twisting in my shirt, "Fuck baby, oh my god"

When I only have a little bit left of me, I thrust hard, slamming my cock into her spot, her body shaking, her pretty scream reverberating in the room

I stay inside her warm, tight wet pussy for a minute, just reveling in how she feels, how she throbs around my cock

I swear she was made just for me

My dick is big but it fits inside her perfectly

Snugly

I was made to be inside her, she was made to be around me

"Please Joongie", she whines

I give her what she wants, pulling out then thrusting back in

Moving faster, I get a harsh pace going, fucking her cunt wide open, her pussy swallowing my cock and latching on each stroke, intense pleasure exploding in my body

"So good jagi", I moan, pumping my dick into her, smashing her spot over and over

Her pussy waters my cock like a waterfall, leaking all over my cock and my pelvis

Her hand slides up my neck, into the back of my hair, pulling so hard, my head tilts back

She crashes her lips to my neck, kissing everywhere, making me groan as shivers of pleasure run down my back straight to my cock

"Baby, fuck", I moan, banging her hard against the wall

Her other hand pulls my shirt, exposing one of my shoulders, her lips kissing all over, fire racing all over my skin

Her tongue licks my sweat from my shoulder to my neck, moaning as she does, her fingers twisting in my hair

Her pussy throbs hard, so close

"C'mon baby. Cum for me", I urge her, wanting nothing than to feel that pleasure

I crave her orgasms

"Please jagi, gimme", I whine, burying my face in her neck, kissing her skin as I increase the speed of my hips, sliding one hand down between us, rubbing her clit rapidly

Her pussy tightens up right away, feeling unbelievably good

"Hongjoong!", she screams, climaxing, her body shaking as pleasure slams right into me

"Ffff...", I whimper, pulling her away from the wall and sitting down on the bench seat so I don't fall down from how intense it feels

"Good girl", I praise her, "Fuck you're so tight, so good"

As soon as she finishes, I lift my head from her neck and shoves me down on the seat

Her hand leans back on my thighs, her hips moving as she starts bouncing on my cock

"Fuck Joongie", she murmurs, tilting her head back as she moves, "Fuck, your cock is always so good baby"

I watch the gorgeous sight of my girlfriend moving on me, sweat filling her hair, beads of it rolling down between her wiggling boobs

She moans loudly, the sound of her utterly soaked cunt squelching so loudly each time she takes me in

That sound is so erotic and I could listen to it forever

My eyes move down to her gorgeous pussy, her swollen lips spreading open for my cock, her hole straining and leaving a huge mess of cream all over me

Fuck, I live for this, live for her creaming me like a fountain

Her legs move faster, hopping up and down my cock like a sex crazed bunny, my head smashing her spot with each drop down, tears falling down her face from how much pleasure she's in

It turns me on so fucking much that she feels this good because of me

That she wants me this way over and over, every day

I've never had a girl match my desire for her the way she does

She's my everything and I love her with all my heart

She moves faster, her cunt spasming quickly around me, becoming so tight that bliss runs up my spine from pushing through her pussy

"Joongie", she whines

"Mmm baby", I moan, gripping her thighs hard, lifting my hips up, making sure I'm buried deep inside her every time she takes me back inside her, "Fall apart for me jagi. Right on my cock baby"

"Yes Hongjoong", she whimpers, her body shaking as she squirts all over me

I move her up and my cock as she squirts, fucking her through it, her squirt flying everywhere, soaking my lap, my shirt, some hitting my chest

She screams my name over and over, the sight of her coming unbelievably beautiful

"So pretty baby", I praise her, "Fuck, you're always so beautiful"

She slumps against me when she finishes but I'm not done with her yet

Sitting up, I tilt her head up, kissing her hard and passionately, her reciprocating

Her fingers dig in my hair, her tongue down my throat, her body pressed against mine

Standing, I lay her on the little attracted to the wall table, moving quickly, slamming my cock into her tight pussy

God, I just fucked her open and she's still so fucking tight for me

Her hands pull my shirt up and I move my arms through the sleeves, tossing it behind me once it's off

Standing up, I look down at her, watching her boobs move, her cunt cream my cock more as I thrust into her again and again

"Hongjoong, oh god, Hongjoong!", she cries, her body arching for me

"Yes baby", I grunt, moving my hips fast, the feeling of her pussy opening around me so good, the feeling of her cunt clenching, choking my cock phenomenal, chills running up my back

I slide my hands up her body, touching her sweaty skin, savoring the way her skin shivers under my touch

There's red all over her neck and her fingers and I realize that it's the dye from my hair

I sweated it onto her skin and it looks so fucking hot, making me feral

"Louder jagi", I demand, mercilessly fucking her, "I want to hear you louder"

"Hongjoong!", she screams, her body wiggling from how hard she's taking my cock, her little hole completely wrecked

"Louder!", I shout, lost the pleasure, "Scream for me jagi"

She does, getting louder and louder with each hit to her spot, her hands squeezing the edge of the table

The sounds of her screams are so fucking beautiful, I wish I was recording them

I will, another time

Her pussy locks around my cock in a death grip, squeezing tighter with each stroke, bringing both of us closer

She grips my wrists, pulling me down on top of her, my face burying in her neck, her legs moving higher up around my waist

I pound into her, growling, "Scream my name"

She takes me so deep, coming around my cock hard, my name the only thing breaking the quiet

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong!"

She's so tight, spasming so hard throwing me into ecstacy

I sheath my cock in her blissful pussy, coming so hard, my mind blanks and I can't tell which way is up

And I'm screaming her name too

She holds me against her as we both ride the pleasure, our names so loud in the trailer

The pleasure starts fading and exhaustion hits me hard, my body slumping into her

Her fingers run up and down my back, my skin shivering as I smile into her neck, then give her a soft kiss

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you Joongie"

Moving my arms around her, I pick her up, her arms and legs wrapping around me, her head laying on my shoulder

I start heading to the small bedroom at the back to trailer, bending down and grabbing my pants along the way

Sitting on the bed with her, I take my phone out of my pants then drop them on the floor

I send Seonghwa a quick text

"Short nap. Call and wake us in a hour"

I move us on the bed, laying down with her, pulling a blanket over us

I shift her so she's half on top of me, her head still nestled against my neck

She's already asleep, her breathing soft and even

I must have worn her out

She definitely wore me out

My phone rings, the text from Seonghwa a thumbs up emoji

Dropping the phone on the bed next to me, I wrap my arms securely around my jagi and close my eyes for a much needed nap

[ribread03]

Wakie Wakie

C.sturniolo

In which Chris decides to wake you up the “good ol’ fashion” way, ending with complicated feeling and a flushed Chris.

This will be part of a short series

Warnings: none?

This is my work and i do not give anyone permission to use or take it

RI.talks: i honestly wrote this in like a hour and a half and i loved every bit of it.

Like, comments, and reblogs are all very appreciated and welcome!

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The sunlight filters in to nicks room as you sleep peacefully next to him. The two of you facing away from each other under the covers. Soft snore leave nicks mouth showing no sign of waking up, even though it is late into the day; 12:37 to be exact.

Neither of you hear the door open and Chris walk into the room. Chris has become impatient for the two of you to wake up; mostly you. He wants to wake you guys up in the good ol’ fashion way… this being pulling the blanket right off of your sleeping body’s.

What Chris doesn’t know is the pajamas you wore to bed last night; or lack of. Chris is fast to pull the blanket off of your body, exposing the big shirt that had ridden up along with the small panties you wore.

~~FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT~~

“Do you mind if I don’t wear any pants?” You ask nick, your back to each other as you change into your pajama shirt.

“Nah, I don’t care” He replies with a shrug even though you cant see it.

“Thanks” you say as you climb under the covers.

~~END FLASHBACK~~

Your eyes are slow to open at first but once your mind tells you there is nothing covering your bottom half from Chris’s eyes you are quick to try and cover up. Chris is silent this whole interaction, his eyes glued to your legs. He’s obsessed with the way a little bit of your stomach peeks out of the shirt before you pull it down over your body.

“Chris get out!” Your voice loud as you didn’t think he would have barged and yank the blanket off of you.

Chris is still silent as he backs out of the room tossing the blanket back to you. Once Chris is out of the room you see nick out of the corner of your eye. “He so immature” Nick groans as he buries his face back into his pillow, hiding from the sunlight.

“Yeah” Your voice is one of shock. You get out of bed and grab a pair of nicks pants that are lying on the floor, throwing them on before heading out of the room. Your met with a flushed Chris in the podcast studio, sitting wide eyed in a chair.

You cock your head slightly at Chris as you catch his eye. “I didn’t know- I’m so sorry, i really didn’t mean to” Chris starts to apologize like crazy, his face in his hands.

“Chris it’s ok, i know you didn’t mean it” Your voice is soft as it reaches Chris ears. As reassuring smile rest lightly on your lips.

“Are you sure, I’ll forget i even saw anything” He rambles on; but the lie of forgetting the way your legs looked slipped past his lips. He knows He’ll never forget the way your legs looked, how long and smooth they are under the baggy pants you wear.

“Chris I’m sure” You lock eyes with him for a split second. A soft smile now paints its self onto Chris’s lips as you look at each other. You can tell he’s about to say something but his mouth shuts as you hear the bedroom door open behind you.

“Will you two stop eye fucking each other,” Nicks voice is loud in the quiet environment, breaking the state you and Chris had been in. “It’s sickening.”

You didn’t move from your spot as Nick walked behind you to go downstairs, to lost in the fact that you felt a small spark on the base of your spine. The way Chris was looking at you before nick had walked in made you feel some way; a way you couldn’t put your finger on. All you knew is that you needed to figure out why he made you feel that way…

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THANK YOU FOR READING LOVE YOU!!

Ri.talks: I wrote this in like an hour and I have a good idea how the next part of this is going to go!!! Be ready💋💋

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge pt. 4

AN: This chapter was supposed to be out yesterday but I got kinda sick so I couldn't edit it, Anyways, enjoy!!

“Would you mind spotting me?” 

The question seems innocent enough, if you weren’t asking it to the scariest man on the base, much less your lieutenant.

Ghost lifted his head from where he was sitting on a bench, unwrapping his hands after his own training session. 

You quickly back tracked at his expression, rethinking your choice. “You don’t have too, I think I got this set-“

“No, no I got it.” He stood, moving behind you, standing a little too close, but you chose to ignore it. 

The set was fairly easy, and you finished quickly, thanking him quietly as you moved to put the weights back on their stand. 

“Can I ask you somethin?” Ghost questioned, and you turned to see that he was studying you intently. 

“Yeah?” You prompted, tilting your head slightly. 

“That bet… Why’d you do it?” 

You shrugged. “I was drunk, mostly. Figured there couldn’t be any harm. What’s the worst that can happen, anyways?” 

That made him chuckle. “You have no idea, do you?” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, furrowing your brow in confusion. The tall man walked closer to you, moving you slowly till your back hit the wall. 

“This ain’t just a game to those boys, it’s a challenge. Whoever wins you won’t be kind, I hope you know that.” He places an arm above your head, effectively pinning you against the wall. You can feel his breath through the mask, and the warmth against your neck sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Honestly, darlin’ You’re a right fuckin tease when you wanna be, hm? Acting all innocent, like you don’t know how much we all want to-“

“I’ve got it!!” 

Soap’s voice cut through the whole training room, as he ran in frantically waving a piece of paper in the air. “I found one! Take that bitch, I’m in the lead!” 

“Wait, what? Found what?” You and Ghost jumped apart from each other, both running over to where Johnny was doing a -frankly crude- victory dance. Your heart was absolutely pounding, heat still flying through your body at the encounter with Ghost. 

We all want to what? What do they want to do…

“You did not find it, I did.” Kyle huffed, diving for the photo in Soap’s hand. “Give it back you pathetic excuse for a-“ 

“Hey,” Price said in warning. Kyle just huffed and backed away from Soap. 

“Finders keepers,” Soap teased in a sing song voice, throwing the photo on the bench. “The first of ten. Which puts me in the lead.” 

“You aren’t in the lead if you stole a photo, that’s not how it works.” Ghost said, kneeling down to pick up the image.

“Like I said, finders keepers. S’not my fault Gaz wanted tae hoard the photos till ‘e got all ten. His loss aye?” Soap nudged you playfully on the shoulder, but you were too busy trying to see the image to acknowledge him. 

Gaz looked pathetically over to Price, opening his mouth to plead his case. Price beat him to it, however. “Soap, that’s not nice. Gaz found it, he takes the credit.”

“Awe, come off it captain, It’s just a bit of fun  huh?” 

“Johnny.”

“Yes sir.”

“Still dont think it’s fair,” Ghost threw in. 

“Whadya mean? I found the image-“ Kyle protested, turning to Ghost now. 

“Yeah but from where?” Ghost challenged, placing the photo back on the bench 

“Online? Don’t see how it matters, it’s a photo.” 

“But it’s not creditable, this could be edited-“

And so it continued. You had long since tuned out the bickering, leaning down to look at the photo. It did look like you, a smiling child holding an award for something you couldn’t really read. 

The closer you looked, however, the more you started to see the imperfections. The girl in the photo had straight hair, at that age yours was more curly. And she was holding a ball in her hands, a basketball. 

Of all the sports you played, basketball was never one of them. 

“That’s not me.”

They were still shouting, yelling over each other to be heard above the voices. Johnny was pressing Kyle for where he got the information, and Kyle was refusing to say, under the excuse it would give them a ‘better advantage’ than he had. Johnny was still trying to insist they should share the win, and Price was just yelling for everyone to calm the fuck down. 

“Hello?” You called, trying to raise your voice above all of them. “Hey, I said that isn’t me.”

But the yelling continued. It seemed to go on forever, all of them arguing over one small image. The topic slowly changed, however, till they started crossing into uncharted territory. 

“Look-“ Gaz snapped, breathing heavily. “I found the photo, just like the deal said. That makes one out of ten for me. You lot can do what you will but I’m not sharing.”

“You didn’t have a problem sharing last night, isn’t that right?” Ghost hissed, and the gym was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Your head ached trying to figure out what the boys were saying, the double meanings behind everything, but you couldn’t keep up. 

“I don’t give a fuck what I did and didn’t do last night, what’s fair is fair.” Kyle snapped, turning to grab the photo. 

“You’re just mad cause you don’t want to think about one of us fu-“ 

“That’s enough!” Now it was you who was yelling, and the boys watching you in disbelief. 

“Look, this isn’t like that, okay! I’m sick of you all objectifying me like i’m some fucking doll. I don’t know what side bets you have going on but I want out of this one. I made the deal drunk and you all watched me try to get out of it the next morning, and now you’re yelling like fucking children over a picture that doesn’t even have me in it. I never even did basketball for fucks sake! And you would know this if you acted like normal fucking human beings, much less behave like the grown men you are and ask me.” They all looked at you in absolute shame, as you threw the photo on the ground. 

“And for the record, I am not fucking one of you on a deal. I don’t work like that so get the thought out of your head.”

You shoved past the wall of muscle made up by both Price and Ghost, storming off to your room.

For the longest time, he sat there and thought about exactly what happened in the gym. 

Kyle was no fool. He understood what bringing up the photo would do, and he knew Soap would try and take the credit, as they had agreed the night before. 

He didn’t actually know why he changed his mind. Kyle had no problem sharing you with the others, they were right anyways. 

He shared all the time. 

But something about introducing you to… this… scared him. As if they could frighten you off. 

He knew that wasn’t true, so why did he think that way?

An apology message sat, typed out on his phone. He was procrastinating, heavily, on sending it, worried that it might be a little too much for you to handle. 

Was it? You had taken your the whole team so nicely, he thought you would be ready… 

 More photos of you sad scattered on his desk. A lot of them looked like what Price had found before, a bunch of family photos with you missing or images of a girl who looked exactly like you but she wasn’t you. 

Today’s events proved that. 

Anyone else might have been saddened at the revelation. Putting weeks of work into one image, just to be wrong? Enough to crush a man, if it was done correctly.  

But Kyle Gaz Garric is no ordinary man.

Before he can think about it too much, he hurriedly hits send on the message and closes his phone. 

Now, we wait.

My Masterlist

[smninthisworldd]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Dating life ; König x fem!reader ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x fem!reader, smut, nsfw, soft sex, established relationship, dating, p in v, oral sex, cunnilingus, mentions and use of sex toys (cock ring), gentle sex

MASTERLIST

The date went incredibly good. It wasn’t their first date, not the second either. They’d been dating for over three months now. Both him and her were sure about their intentions, and they communicated well with one another.

They shared interests, passions, thoughts and especially feelings. Both her and König had feelings for each other, and it was clear to everyone else that they did. Their relationship was building over trust, maturity, stability and loyalty.

That night, they headed to her place and spent the evening watching movies, eating pizza and ice cream as a dessert.

Both of them loved each other’s company, and enjoyed the time they got to spend together. As they finished their dessert, she cuddled up against him and placed her head on his shoulder, as the romance movie they were watching was about to end.

She looked up at him as he left a warm and loving kiss on her forehead, causing her cheeks to blush slightly and close her eyes.

König took the opportunity and caressed her cheek with his thumb, feeling her soft skin under his touch. «You’re so beautiful.» he whispered, before leaning in for a kiss. She melted into the kiss, and at the same time, the protagonists of the movie kissed as well.

Soon, that kiss became more passionate and deep, König’s hand brushed against her neck and grabbed on the back of her head to pull her closer. She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body now glued to his.

His other hand caressed along her side and wrapped around her waist giving her chills down her spine, and König made her lean on the armrest of the couch.

They pulled away for a moment, catching their breaths, and she blushed at his hand softly caressing her waist. «Why this kiss, all of a sudden?» she asked.

«Can’t I kiss my beautiful girl?» he teased, nuzzling her neck and going for a kiss there. This made her throw her head back a bit, with a soft chuckle.

‘My beautiful girl’… she loved whenever he called her that. He often did, and she loved it more and more.

König teased her thigh as he continued to kiss her neck, grabbing it and raising it to his hip, as he adjusted himself near her. His lips drew small, purple hickies on her sensitive skin, as he slowly lowered toward her collarbone.

She squeezed her thighs around his hips, and that only made him tighten the grip on her legs. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she released a breathy moan as she closed her eyes.

Both of his hands rested on her waist, slowly getting underneath her shirt. «Is this okay to you, doll?» he whispered on her neck, causing her to feel goosebumps.

She nodded and arched her back toward him, inviting him to keep going. König took her reaction in and returned to kiss her neck, giving her small and soft bites now. And she absolutely loved that. With one hand she kept his head in place, and slid the other into the collar of his shirt, slightly scratching his back.

König’s hands brushed against her back, passionately and gently at the same time, tugging her even closer, if possible.

«König…» she whispered - it sounded more like a soft moan - as he caressed her whole back and waist, lowering to her hips and moving them closer to his lap.

«Yeah?» he replied; his voice tone whiny as he whispered that. He was getting excited, anticipation and desire getting the better over him.

«Take me to the bedroom..»

König didn’t have to heard that twice. In a quick motion, he grabbed her and picked her up, holding her tight as he walked toward her room.

The moment they stepped in, König caged her into his arms and pressed her against the wall, kissing her with such a passion, such a lust; and honestly, she liked this side of him.

She would’ve lied if she said she wasn’t enjoying it. König was absolutely loving this all, and moaned into the kiss, completely taken in by the suddenness of it. He held her up against the wall, keeping both of them from falling over, his body shaking from the sudden excitement. His face was completely red but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying every second of it. He pulled away for a moment as a soft laugh escaped him. «You like to move fast.. don't you?» he whispered breathlessly. «I like it.»

«I know…» she slid her hands underneath his shirt and started to undress him, revealing his toned, firm, muscular torso which she was so mesmerized to look at.

König gasped a little when she started to take off his shirt, a deep breath escaping him as he felt her touch on his skin, his heart rate picking up. «You like what you see, love?» he asked, tilting his head.

«I love what I see.» she admitted, starting to undress herself as well, but König intervened and started to take off her clothes for her, starting from her top and revealing her red lace bra he very much loved to witness.

His brain went completely blank and he was blushing when he saw her upper body. «You're gorgeous.» he whispered when he started to kiss her bare neck.

A moan escaped her lips when his lips touched her neck. It was her weakness, she loved neck kisses with a passion...

König didn't waste a beat. He picked her up with relative ease, placing her right on the soft mattress in one smooth motion. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, feeling lost in her lips for a moment. His hands went to her back and pulled her close.

She moaned into the kiss and her legs were spread open underneath him, her thighs near his hips. Their hearts were racing, and König let his instincts take over as he slowly undressed her completely, taking off her jeans and revealing some matching red lace underwear. He smirked as he saw that she was prepared, she was planning it. She knew what she was doing and decided that it was going to happen.

He took her in with each of his senses. He could feel the soft warmth of her skin, the taste of her lips, and the soft sound of her breath that had just turned into a moan. His arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close, his movements becoming more aggressive as he gave in to the waves of emotion he was experiencing.

König smiled and let his hand drift slowly down her side until it moved lower, down her back.«May I touch you, doll?» he whispered nervously, letting his hand keep moving lower down her body, eventually reaching her thigh.

«Yes, please..» she closed her eyes and let her body talk for her. She arched her back toward him, a way to tell him to quit talking and proceed with touching her like she deserved.

König inhaled a shaky breath once he felt her response, his heart beating rapidly. He moved his hand slightly up her inner thigh as it started to shake a little bit. He tried to hold back his nervous breathing, but the pace of his heart was so intense he could feel it explode in his chest.

Her heartbeat was insanely fast, too, and closing her eyes was a way to try and calm herself down. Both of them were now growing impatient, the desire for each other so strong the room was filled with it and they were drowning in lust, it ran in their veins.

As König finally found enough courage to touch her, he hooked a finger in her panties and moved them aside, running his finger shyly across her folds. He soon found her little bundle of sensitive nerves, and stimulated it for a little before inserting his finger inside of her tight - and already wet - hole. She moaned at the stimulation he caused her, which was better than any vibrator she could ever use. And she owned many. She’d used many.

König blushed when she moaned and he let out a shaky breath himself, moving his hand at that same pace and rhythm, coming to the conclusion that she liked it enough for him to keep going. «You're unbelievable...» he mumbled breathlessly.

She moaned again, as his movements created the perfect harmony and the feeling was extremely good. She spread her legs a little more, her sheets already messy underneath her heated body.

«I’ve dreamed of this moment…» he confided in a soft voice, moving his fingers even more and letting out a shaky breath.

She simply whined, unable to reply and arching her back more for him, grabbing on the sheets as his touch felt just too good. König breathed a little more as her moaning got louder and her movements more enthusiastic. All control over his nerves was starting to slip away as he gave in to the feeling and kept moving his hand and fingers just like that.

He surely found pleasure by pleasuring her, which she really enjoyed. It would soon drive her close, his movements still slow, steady and concentrated on the right spots. He didn’t need to speed up or hardly finger her: what he was doing was just perfect.

König made soft moaning sounds as he kept his focus on her and continued touching her just like she enjoyed, his heart starting to feel like it would burst out of his chest at any moment. His lips slightly brushed against her inner thigh and kissed there, a soft kiss that she loved so much.

It meant he really cared about her, and cared to make her feel good. His free hand caressed her thigh, gently grabbing it as he placed her leg on his shoulder.

Anticipation came through her, as she had a few ideas of where his soft kisses led to. And she wanted to discover his intentions.

König’s lips made their way closer to her crotch, his finger still moving inside of her as he now added a second one.

She moaned, twisted and tangled her fingers in his hair, softly pulling on it. And attempt to motivate him into moving his kisses further.

And it worked. König placed warm, loving kisses on her crotch, sticking the tip of his tongue out to touch her clit, that sweet little spot she enjoyed so much that it was stimulated.

His tongue only added to her pleasure, circling around her clit at the same time as his fingers curled slowly to hit her g-spot. It all combined together felt heavenly.

«König..» she whimpered, feeling the pleasure go beyond just her body. It felt good in all her senses and at a whole another level. It was nothing like she’s ever experienced before. «I-I can't… I'm...» she gasped, unable to finish her sentence with his overwhelming experience. This was so much better than she had imagined.

His mouth refused to leave her clit and now closed around it, his tongue brushing and moving around and across it, giving her such a blissful sensation as her legs were now closed around his head, refusing to let go of it.

She came undone as her climax ripped through her, but König continued to move his fingers and his tongue on her. She moaned and whimpered so loudly for him as he was going a little faster now, wanting her to do that again for him.

He wanted more, his movements getting a little harder now as he felt more confident with the way he made her feel. With how he did it all. Feeling her shake underneath his stimulation was the last confirmation he needed, that he was doing such an amazing job.

Her legs started trembling, and her breath became shaky. Her hips jolted upward, and he had to use his free hand to keep her still. He could feel his own intimacy throb at how her body reacted to him.

«König..!» she whimpered, and came as a new wave of heat spread all over her, making her reach an orgasm.

He kept going for a little bit more, needing more. He never wanted to take his head back, never wanted to exit from that position, never wanted her legs to stop crushing his skull in such a sweet way.

But he eventually did, after taking his fingers out of her - her sweet arousal soaking them - and cleaning everything with his tongue, tasting her addicting flavor.

«Fuck…» he whispered, kissing her lower belly and slowly tracing his path of kisses reaching her neck. «You’re incredible.»

She hugged him close, still panting and heavy breathing under him. «You are, König…» she muttered, feeling his hips push toward hers.

She was ready to take him, she wanted to. Her hands slid across his muscular body, her nails scratching his back and reaching the seam of his pants, unbuttoning them.

He let out a soft chuckle on her neck, his arms wrapping around her and tugging her closer. «Someone’s getting impatient, hm?» he whispered, his raspy and deep voice making it sound even hotter.

«Am I the only one?» she giggled, knowing that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

«Absolutely not, doll.» he replied, helping her taking his pants off. He returned to kiss her neck, but soon had another reason to speak.

«We still have that ring vibrator we bought last week, right? Where is it?» he asked her.

She smirked, figuring out he wanted to use it for the first time. She reached for the nightstand drawer and opened it, revealing that little toy, among lubricators and other toys. The ring vibrator was still sealed in the box, they hadn’t used it yet.

But it was going to be used now.

König opened it and stretched its material, lubing it a little before putting it on. He slid it down his shaft, feeling it tight but comfortable, and switched it on.

The moment he did, the vibrations sent chills down his spine, it was feeling so good already, and he knew it was going to feel amazing added to the sensation of being inside her. He closed his eyes from the suddenness of it, but it was very enjoyable.

«I'll make sure to make you feel so good with this thing, love.» he whispered, sliding his hand on his dick, slowly.

«I'm sure you will..» she smirked, a soft blush covering her cheeks. She took a deep breath as König pushed his tip inside of her, and she arched her back as he entered her softly, but it felt so good already… and the vibrator only added to it.

As he was fully in, he moaned loudly, and leaned over her, supporting himself with his arms. He moved his hips slowly, ensuring that the vibrator touched her too when he was all the way in.

He moaned again as the toy twitched and he felt like he could cum right away. The sensation was extraordinary. König grabbed her legs and pressed her knees to her chest, leaning over her again as he moved in and out, slowly.

They both were soon a sweaty, hot, moaning mess, and König was making sure to hit every right spot.

König groaned softly as he heard her moan so loudly for him. «You’re something else... this feels so g-good...» he panted softly, his face starting to sweat from the excitement and he could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest with each thrust.

«Please..don't stop...» she begged him, wrapping her arms around his neck, so that he could continue to thrust into her. She moaned at the intensity that was now invading the room, his movements inside of her feeling steady and firm, a little faster and harder.

König’s heart was racing at the intensity of his feelings. He felt lost in her, no longer feeling an ounce of worry or anxiety. All he felt was her, her moans, her soft body, his skin touching her skin... everything else in the room seemed to blur.

«God...» he leaned down to whisper in her ear, «I've never felt anything like this before..»

«König..!» she moaned, pulling him even closer as his thrusts inside of her grew faster and harder, and his arms wrapped around her body perfectly. He moved her hair to the side, and kissed her neck in such a passionate way as he held her jaw with his fingers, that made her whine even more. Their movements grew more intense, and he continued to thrust himself into her, his mind racing with excitement.

König groaned and started to get more insistent. He kept his pace, steady and calculated as he was. Going in and out and in again, with a little more force and strength in each new thrust. They both loved every second of that, and the vibrator only helped them both feel it higher.

His movements had sped up now and he was letting out heavier breaths. «This is so.. fucking perfect…» he mumbled at first, his words trailing off as he got more lost in the pleasure. «Oh my God…» he moaned.

Their bodies were perfectly intertwined, like puzzles pieces that stuck together and created a perfect shape.

Their moans created such an harmonious symphony, they never wanted to stop listening to each other. She was his pretty little fallen angel, guilty of being too perfect. And he was handsome as sin, her deepest desire.

Both were guilt of lust and greed for each other, as they couldn’t have enough, and they just wanted to feel more.

Her body moved in such a heavenly and yet poisonous way, it soon became an addiction to him. She became his drug, and he wanted to overdose until he couldn’t take it anymore.

His movements were so smooth and so perfect against her, it all felt paradisiac and… just right. He knew how to hit those right spots, that made her roll her eyes back and tighten her grasp on the sheets beneath her; he knew how to use his hands, placing them on her body and massaging her hips and waist while thrusting deeply into her tight sweet walls; he knew how to use his lips, kissing, biting, sucking and breathing on her skin, which gave her goosebumps that she won’t forget easily.

«König..!» she whined loudly, and she came on him, panting and breathless. König kept going in and out of her, closer and closer to his own release, until he finally came, too.

Konig gasped loudly as he felt her tighten around him and his vision blurred for a moment. «Oh my... oh... my lord...» he sighed, his body shaking just like hers. He was completely stunned and at a loss for words. «That was... incredible..» he finally managed to stammer, his breathing still heavy.

«I-it really was..» she agreed. «You were... you did so well.. you made me feel so good...» she admitted, as he placed another warm kiss on her neck and she pulled him into a hug.

His body was pressed against hers, they both closed their eyes and held each other tightly.

«Well, I had a very good teacher...» he said with a shy grin. She giggled and tangled her fingers in his hair, kissing his forehead.

Three months into dating. And it all felt like three years. Three lives, even.

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

[fenharelsfang]

The Wolf's Heart (1/5)

The world was awash in a sea of blood, a crimson tide of red lyrium, the Blight, and the shadow of the forced solar eclipse. The smell of smoke and rotting flesh choked the air. People screamed in the city below the Archon’s palace. Darkspawn and other unholy creatures of the Blight stalked the streets, slaughtering anything in their path. Malevolent spirits flocked to the weakening Veil like moths to a flame, possessing any mage desperate enough to invite them in. The fear of death was a very strong motivator. In the sky, a monstrous Archdemon and a six-eyed wolf the size of a dragon fought a battle that shook the very heavens. Meanwhile, a swarm of Antaam soldiers and Venatori agents stormed the city and marched against the makeshift army of Grey Wardens, Veil Jumpers, Lords of Fortune, Antivan Crows, Mourn Watchers, Shadow Dragons, and Inquisition agents, all led by Rook, the man who inadvertently started these unfortunate chain of events.

All was not lost, though. They had successfully defeated and killed Ghilan’nain and now only Elgar’nan stood in the way. Well, Elgar’nan and Solas.

“Honestly, it doesn’t surprise me,” said Rook. He and the rest of the faction leaders were gathered around a grand oak table discussing their next steps. Neve Gallus, recently freed from Elgar’nan’s clutches, revealed to them that once the tyrannical god was defeated, the last of the Veil’s bindings would unravel and it would come crashing down. “Tearing down the Veil has been his goal since the very beginning. He already betrayed me once. It’s his whole schtick.”

“I’m still blown away by the fact that archdemons are just dragons bound to a bunch of magical elves and there were two of them flying around out here,” Warden-Commander Cousland remarked with a whistle. The effects of being a Grey Warden for the past twenty years had taken its toll on her. Her once rich auburn hair had dulled to light grey and dark purple bags sagged under her eyes. She was close to her Calling. The song of the Blight was getting difficult to block out. All those years of searching for a way to free Grey Wardens from their burden amounted to nothing. This last ditch effort to seal the Blight behind the Veil was her only salvation. She prayed it would be enough to quell the corruption in her blood. Once done, perhaps she could finally go home to her beloved King for good and enjoy their twilight years in peace. “And I thought my Blight was bad.”

“... I think I preferred Corypheus,” Hawke confessed, face ashen. She was still haunted by the horror the red lyrium she unearthed had unleashed. Now Varric was dead and Solas used blood magic to trick Rook into thinking he wasn’t. That was sick and twisted. The tale of the Evanuris needed to end and she’d be there to write that final chapter. It would end with their death.

“If anyone can stop Elgar’nan and Solas, it is the individuals gathered here,” Morrigan proclaimed with an air of confidence. She had met each of these heroes, these paragons of light and hope, and helped steer the tides of fate so that they would succeed.

“We know how to beat Elgar’nan,” Rook said. “Solas will take care of his archdemon and, when he does, we’ll throw everything we have at him. It’s what happens after that concerns me.” He looked to Neve, her blood-red eyes sending a shiver down his spine. Ugly black veins pulsed at her temples and black blood dribbled down her chin. She was inexplicably connected to the Blight now, able to feel it and, to some extent, control it. “We need a plan to stop the Veil from falling.”

“The Veil is tied to the ancient elven gods,” Morrigan said. “‘Twill not be a simple matter to find a suitable tether once they are gone.”

“Then let’s tie it to Solas,” Rook suggested. “He’s an elven god and the only one that will be left.”

Inquisitor Ellana Lavellan, standing further down the table next to Morrigan and Dorian, clenched her jaw at the suggestion. Rook didn’t speak highly of the Dread Wolf. It was understandable, really. He had been used and betrayed. Varric was gone, truly gone, and now Harding was lost as well. She could see vengeance coiling around his heart like a viper. That same righteous anger radiated off of Hawke as well. It was horrible, but she … she wanted to defend him! This wasn’t the Solas she knew, the one she fell in love with. They hadn’t seen the softer shades of him: his kindness towards those who were hurting or the way he lit up like a delighted child when speaking about the Fade. He wasn’t so different from them. He had his virtues and vices, his quirks. They didn’t know the elf who detested the taste of tea, the elf who painted beautiful murals on the walls, who could play chess in his head, who had a secret love of romance novels and music. Only she had that privilege. Everyone else who knew the truth of him was gone.

Solas, what have you done?

“You are correct,” Morrigan continued, pulling Ellana out of her troubled thoughts, “but you will need to draw his blood with the lyrium dagger to bind him and I doubt he will approve of the idea.”

Rook smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I can be very persuasive.” A sigh. “But it will be risky.”

Emmrich cleared his throat. “What about this dagger we made while you were trapped in the Fade?” he suggested, sliding the fake dagger across the table. It was nearly identical to the ritual dagger strapped to Rook’s side. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands. There were no reverberations of magic threaded through it like the real one. “Odds are,” Emmrich continued, “Solas will need to do something else to complete his ritual. This dagger looks identical, but–”

“It can’t cut through enchantments like the real thing,” Rook finished.

“The backlash of such magic will render him helpless,” Morrigan remarked, glancing briefly at Ellana.

Taash stepped forward. “Uh, are you sure you want to try a bait-and-switch on the Dread Wolf? You know, the god of lies and trickery?”

The leaders gathered around the table all seemed sold on that idea. Trick the trickster. Poetic justice. Ellana had been quiet for too long. She may have been speaking to the void, but her words needed to be heard. “Is there a chance, any chance at all, that he’ll listen to reason?”

“Speaking from the heart, Inquisitor?” Morrigan asked. Her smile was sad, sympathetic to the Inquisitor’s plight.

“How could I not?” Ellana protested. “None of you know him as I do. Well, perhaps you do, Morrigan, sort of. The rest of you don’t. You’ve only ever seen the Dread Wolf. I’ve seen the man beneath all of that. If given the chance–”

“We’ve given him plenty of chances,” Rook said. “And he wasted them at every turn.”

“Not every turn,” Lavellan argued. “He saved you and the Dalish elves from Elgar’nan. Even though he was free from that Fade prison, he still worked with the Shadow Dragons and helped protect them from the Blight. He wants to help. It’s all he’s ever wanted to do. His heart has never been in this plan to tear down the Veil. He just … he feels like he has to do this to make up for everything that happened in the past. Everything that he did for her, for Mythal. If I can talk to him–”

“Varric tried to talk to him,” Rook said. “He died for it.”

Ellana’s heart was a stone in her chest. Her throat tightened and she closed her eyes. “I know.”

“You already tried to talk him out of it before and he took your arm for it.”

Her fists clenched and her bottom lip trembled. “I know.”

“This isn’t a fairytale, Inquisitor. You can’t solve this with the ‘power of love’.” Rook struck the table with his fist, startling Ellana so that she opened her eyes to meet his fiery gaze. “He’s too stuck in his ways. He can’t change. Actually, it’s not even that – he won’t change. Not for you. Not for anyone.”

“Rook,” Bellara said, resting a gentle hand on his arm. “That’s enough.” She had been watching the Inquisitor slowly crumble under Rook’s words and it hurt. Ellana’s struggle to save the man she loved mirrored her own trials with Cyrian. In the end, he redeemed himself, though he paid the ultimate price for it. Bellara didn’t know the Inquisitor well, but she didn’t wish that same fate on her.

Ellana glared at Rook with angry, tear-filled eyes, but she said nothing. They were good points, she wasn’t going to deny it. It infuriated her all the same. She wanted to see Solas. Ten long years she had gone without him and she needed to see him to know for sure that he was too far gone to be brought back. From what she heard, he wasn’t. He couldn’t be. She had hope that she could reach him, she just needed one more chance.

“You have options,” Morrigan interjected. “And you can make your choice when the time comes. For now, we have Elgar’nan to deal with.”

“Right,” Rook said. He let out a slow breath to simmer the boiling anger inside of him and rubbed the back of his tense, aching neck. The Inquisitor was a legend. She saved the world from a darkspawn magister and his archdemon. Thedas owed her a great debt. He never imagined someone so powerful, who made choices that determined the fate of the world could be so naive. He noticed how young she looked and began to think that maybe it wasn’t the fact that she was an elf. “Elgar’nan is in the Archon’s palace above us. We’ll all climb the tendril as soon as the archdemon is taken care of. Stock up on supplies and say your goodbyes. It’s time to end this nightmare.”

Rook was the first to leave, stalking off to check in with the faction leaders to get an update on their forces. Warden-Commander Cousland followed Davrin, no doubt burning with questions about a living, breathing griffon at his heels. Hawke disappeared into the next room to meet up with Isabela. It had been years since they’d seen each other. Most of the other members of the Veilguard left to their own factions to say goodbye to the friends and family they had made over the years. Many of these people would not be returning after this battle. Already their numbers had thinned in the first assault on the city.

Ellana meandered over to the fireplace. Morrigan watched her for a moment, poised as if ready to say something, but then thought better of it. She gripped the amulet around her neck, a sending stone, and left to a far corner to update her son on the situation. Kieran was safe, as safe as he could be with the world ending as it was. He wanted to join her, but this was a mission she needed to undertake on her own. Besides, if Elgar’nan had the power to sense the soul bound within Kieran …

Dorian joined Ellana by the fireplace. He noticed her biting her thumbnail, tapping her foot restlessly against the stone floor. Tears still shone in her eyes.

“You still love him, do you?” he asked. “After all these years?”

Ellana closed her eyes and lowered her hand. “I will always love him. He’s who I belong with.”

Dorian sighed. He reached out an arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace. “What am I going to do with you?”

They stood there for a while, staring into the fire, each consumed by their own thoughts. Ellana leaned her head against Dorian’s shoulder. She had missed him. Even with the sending stones, being so far away from him was difficult. He was her rock. When everything was falling apart, he had been there for her. The Inquisition disbanding, Solas leaving her that fateful night in Crestwood and then again after defeating Corypheus, her clan exiling her when she told them the truth about the Dread Wolf … Dorian was there to keep her going. He was her very best friend.

“Dorian, when this is over–”

“I know.”

She lifted her head off of his shoulder and stared at him with wide, surprised eyes. “You do..?”

“My dear, I could see it all over your face at the meeting.” He smiled at her, tears shimmering in his own eyes, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “And though I don’t believe he will ever be deserving of you or understand why you could love that stubborn, prideful egghead, he makes you happy. And you deserve all the happiness the world can offer.”

“Dorian…” Ellana sniffed and wiped at the tears that had slipped down her face. She felt a soft handkerchief being placed in her hand and wiped at her eyes.

“Don’t start crying, you soft-hearted fool. You’ll make me cry, too, and I refuse to be reduced to a blubbering mess.”

Ellana laughed and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, my friend,” he replied. They held each other for a long moment and when they finally separated, Dorian left to meet with Maevaris.

Ellana stood alone in that room, facing the fireplace for a moment longer and trying to formulate a plan. She would find some way to get to Solas first so they could talk, before Rook took matters into his own hands. As she turned away, she nearly collided with Neve. The mage was staring at her, still as a statue. Her black eyes pulsed with an unnerving intensity and a sinister smile spread far too wide across her face.

“Oh, Neve,” Ellana said. She tried to remember Neve’s real face beneath the corruption. Hopefully this was temporary. Something seemed … different about the mage, though. “I’m sorry. Did you … need something?”

Neve chuckled darkly as she slowly began to circle around Ellana as a predator would its prey. “So, the Dread Wolf has fallen in love,” came a voice that was definitely not Neve’s. It was male, high-pitched and gurgling as if blood filled the lungs. Her irises were a thin white ring against a black backdrop, mirroring the eclipse outside. “And with a mortal, no less. This is interesting news indeed.”

Ellana took a step back and felt the flames of the fire licking her back. Neve matched it. She was cornered and though she had never heard the voice before, the realization came over her all the same. “Elgar’nan,” she whispered.

Her cry for help was cut short by a fleshy tendril erupting from a blighted portal in the ground. It wrapped around her throat, strangling her. She threw out her gauntleted hand and the fire within the hearth snaked around it before jettisoning out at the tendril. The gauntlet was a true marvel of engineering, created especially for Ellana by her arcanist, Dagna. It acted as a staff would, focusing her magic. The tendril shrieked as the flames burned into its flesh. Footsteps and startled voices sounded elsewhere in the building, heading to her location. Another tendril burst forth to trap her body in a vice-like grip.

“Inquisitor!” Morrigan cried out as kicked open the door to the room. Lightning crackled from her fingertips and arced out towards the abominations. The acrid smell of burning flesh made Ellana’s eyes water. She felt the relief of loosening limbs and thrashed about wildly to escape. Morrigan’s attack wasn’t enough, however. More tendrils sprouted from the growing portal around them, wrapping around the Inquisitor further. Dark spots danced in her vision as the air left her. She struggled desperately against the tightening garrote. The whispers of demons promising her the strength to free herself from this horror roared in her mind like thunder, but she fought against them. Slowly, she began to sink into the portal, its red glow casting sinister shadows on her face.

More allies showed up. The Warden-Commander hacked at the tendrils with her dragonbone greataxe, but they sprouted new growths with each strike. Dorian joined Morrigan in a magical assault of lightning and fire. Even Rook struck at the tendrils with the lyrium dagger. It proved to be the most effective weapon against the aberrations. The prison that contained the blight from which they originated was created by that weapon. Pieces fell to the ground in squelching thuds before disintegrating into ash. Instinctively, they coiled tighter around the Inquisitor's body. The last thing the heroes saw was the Inquisitor’s fearful eyes as she was dragged through the portal into the earth.

“Ellana!” Dorian cried out. He slammed his fists against the stone floor as if he could crack it open. “We have to help her!”

Rook stormed up to Neve, still possessed by Elgar’nan, and shook her viciously. “Where have you taken her?!”

The black sclera faded back into white, her irises glowing red once more. Neve blinked. She looked down at Rook’s hands gripping her arms, fingernails digging painfully into her skin, and then around at the people gathered around with their weapons drawn. “Ow, Rook, that hurts! What’s going on? What happened?”

Bellara ran up to her, shocked at Rook's increasing anger. “Elgar'nan possessed you for a minute there. He must be connected to you through the Blight. The Inquisitor is gone. He kidnapped her.”

Neve blanched. To have that horrid creature violating her body like that made her sick. Was that how Lucanis felt when Spite was forced into him? She patted Bellara’s hand to let her know she was okay. Sensing her distress, Lucanis came up beside her and held her hand.

“Damnit!” Rook cursed. He turned to the others, all staring at him with expectant eyes. “He must have taken her to the Archon’s palace.”

“Why would he take the Inquisitor?” Davrin asked. “If anything, I thought he’d kidnap you, Rook.”

Dorian paled as realization dawned on him. “He overheard us…”

“What do you mean?” Rook asked.

“Ellana and I … we were discussing her past relationship with Solas. Elgar’nan must have heard through Neve. He’s going to use her against Solas.”

“Well, shit,” Hawke muttered. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It shouldn’t mean anything,” Rook said. “I’m sure he thinks it’ll stop Solas from killing his archdemon, but we all know it won’t.”

“Do we?” Morrigan asked.

“Don’t tell me you believe she’s more important than his end goal.”

“It is not a matter of whether or not I believe in his love for her. Solas was a spirit. He is guided by his emotions and he has not seen the Inquisitor in many years. It will, at the very least, distract him. All Elgar’nan needs is an opening, for Solas to let his guard down and he can end the Dread Wolf. Solas is not bound to an archdemon. He is mortal. It only takes one well-placed strike.”

Rook began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, hands on his hips, brow furrowed. “Then we need to get up to the palace as soon as possible. We need that archdemon dead and it’s too fucking big for us to kill it alone.”

“We’ve got other problems,” said Strife as he jogged up to the distraught group with Isabela and the Viper in tow. “Elgar’nan’s army is amassing just outside. Our forces can hold them off while you climb up.”

So they would have to face Elgar’nan with less forces than they planned. That did not bode well, especially if Solas was somehow taken out.

“It’s fine,” Rook said. “The Veilguard can handle Elgar’nan. Just make sure those forces stay here on the ground.”

“We will,” the Warden-Commander promised.

Rook turned to his team. “Let’s do this.”

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ATTENTION !! ∪＾ェ＾∪

➤ (💌) oneshot | niki x fem reader | college au | fluff | low-key a love triangle but not at the same time | word count 7.8k | this is not proof read !! the punctuation is non existent!! So bare with me 😭 |warnings : characters in this story attempt to take advantage of the reader at some points but not so a huge huge extent.

“You give me butterflies, you know? , My heart has gone to paradise”

You’ve always had a little crush on Jungwon but on your mission of getting him to notice your existence you slowly start to crave the attention of someone else.

MARCH THE 20TH back on your first day of attending the badminton club, was the first time you set your eyes on jungwon. Just seeing him play was fascinating to you, he wasn’t a sore looser unlike the others he would take his loss gracefully thanking the opposing team for a good game. When he would win, a beautiful smile marked his face the sight putting you in a trance you couldn’t take your eyes off of him he was just..perfect.

You wanted to talk to him but your nerves got the better of you, the shyness eating you alive in that moment.

Now here you waiting outside of the detention room. Your teacher had assigned you to collect extra textbooks for the class. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal for you not at all but.. since lee heeseung is back your slightly nervous it means you would have to encounter him

You gulped.

Come one y/n you can do this! Your a bad bitch just collect the books and go

you slapped your self gently in hopes to muster your courage “ just ignore them and retrieve the books easy” you took one last deep breath before entering the room. You soon realised you were just being dramatic as your entrance raised no heads everyone was either sleeping or emersed in their conversations which you were greatly thankful for.

You reach the corner of the room behind the teachers unoccupied desk checking each drawer for the books. Maybe it’s on the other end let me check You stood up walking towards the back reaching for the top shelf

“y/n”

Ignore him ignore him ignore him ignore hi-

“Y/n sweetheart.. you know it’s rude to ignore someone’s who’s talking to you right ?”

You gulped nervously slowly turning around to lock eyes with heeseung and he smiled. Normally you would return it back but something about his wasn’t friendly. “ it’s been a while since I’ve seen you..oh did you cut your hair it looks cute “ you smile shortly getting ready to turn away until he spoke again

“You know.. me and the boys are throwing a party on Friday you should come.. I would really want you to make it y/n”

And I would really not want to make it heeseung

you don’t answer simply humming and you turned away starting to collect the books and placing them on a pile on the desk beside you. Trying your best to showcase that you don’t want to talk but heeseung clearly choose to ignore the signs

“what have I told you about ignoring me I find it really offensive “

Shortly after that you could hear the chair move and the sounds of footsteps followed.

“ don’t ignore me “ he spoke whispering lightly in your ear his warm breath causing chills to run down your spine

“Hee-

“ quit it heesung can’t you see she’s uncomfortable?”

Thank god thank you thank you thank you whoever that is

you both turned around to identify the voice. To your surprise it was that tall guy that always hung out with jungwon what was his name again.. ah Niki

You wondered why he butted in unlike the others who just minded their business as no one dared to step up to heeseung but he did.. and for you it honestly made you feel somewhat flustered by his actions

Ahh i guess if he hangs out with jungwon he’s just a nice guy like him.. nothing much to it

“ come on bro.. I was just having fun “

“ well she clearly isn’t so cut it out..bro”

You could feel the choking tension between the two the whole scene made you greatly uncomfortable. You wanted to thank Niki but the way there were glaring daggers into eacother told you that now was not the time leading to quitely take your leave.

“Ayy, drop the question”

YOUR NOW ALONE as you leave the girls changing room walking into the courts well your aren’t really alone as other students are here but your best friend sunoo is sick so you therefore had to attend badminton alone and have no confirmed partner..

The thought of having to ask some random person to partner up with them makes you want to kill yourself. Sunoo why did you have to catch a cold on all possible days… Damm it

you sighed as you fiddled with your raket just looking around in Boredm until you spotted Niki in the corner. You quickly approached him “hey niki” you waved to which he jumped slightly at your presence “ y/n..” he smiled at you waving back “ what brings you here?” He asked while playing with the shuttle “ I just wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday i really appreciate it “ you smiled at him

Niki just started at you blankly not saying a word. Why is he not saying anything ? Did he even hear me.. “ uhhh.. earth to Niki? Heloooo” you waved your hands aggressively in his face which snapped him out of his trance “ sorry I uhh..spaced out” “ and your welcome y/n” and he quickly smiled at you before turning away.

Well this is awkward..

You both just stand there doing your own thing while you waited for the rest of the students to come out so the club could start. You wanted to to say somthing to him to make it less awkward but aren’t sure. After all this is like your 3rd encounter with Niki this whole term you don’t really talk to him at all.

So you brought up the only thing on your mind

“Sooo.. where’s jungwon” typical of you right? All your interactions with Niki consisted of jungwon somehow regardless if he was there or not.

“ ahh he’s not feeling to well so he’s not going to be in for a few days.. where’s your friend ? Ahh sunoo “ he’s also sick so it’s just me !” You laughed awkwardly

Why is he so awkward I don’t remember him being this awkward well yes he was always but quiet but- “ since both our friends aren’t here.. do you uh want to be partners with me “ he whispered in a low tone causing you to move closer to him slightly to hear him better to which he moved back

“ chill Niki I’m not gonna pounce on you.. you just speak so quietly “ Niki laughed slightly “ this is how I normally talk tho..” you smiled again dragging Niki slightly by the edge of his hoodie “ sure! I would love to be partners with you “ you both headed down to the main court to start the class.

After a long ass demonstration which felt like forever your teacher finally set you of in your pairs. You and Niki choosing to go into the corner

“ niki.. I can not do this I’m giving up” you sighed dropping your racket down and niki chuckled at the sight “ just take it slow if you keep on practicing you will master it eventually like me see?” Niki performed the complex serve with ease causing you to feel even more doubtful “ that’s easy for you to say mr badminton addict “ you rolled your eyes and Niki laughed “ come here I’ll teach you I’ll give you a private lesson “

Niki swiftly stood behind you his back pressing against yours as he reached behind your elbow holding it in place “ you move your right hand like this..” he continued to manover your hands into place as he explained the rest to you. Somehow you lost your focus as you became hyper aware of how close he was to you right now.

If only I could be this close to Jungwon right now..

“ now you try and have a go” you froze in your place. Shit I should have been listing now I’m gonna make a fool of myself “ uh…” Niki laughed “ it seems you weren’t paying attention as usual “ he said the last bit under his breath causing you to raise your brow “ as usual? What’s that supposed to mean ?” Niki smirked “ normally you can’t keep your eyes jungwon”

…… am I really that obvious

“ whaaaaat me? Liking jungwon? Nahhh where did you get that idea from hahaha..” you avoid eye contact with him “I never said you liked him “ you could feel the tease in his tone causing you to mentally face palm yourself I just outed myself like an idiot y/n are you really that stupid.. he’s probably going to tell jungwon and then he would think I’m weird and stop talking to me and I will then fall into a deep depression and my life would be over an- “ don’t worry I won’t tell him if that’s what your worrying about “ you sighed “ thank you thank you so much Niki the last thing I would want is for him to look at me differently..”

this is so embarrassing you awkwardly look down and fiddle with your fingers just wanting this conversation to end it was already weird enough that Niki best friends with him. “how about we make a little deal?” You hummed “ if I can help you get with jungwon you help me with my biology class “ you thought for a moment considering the pros and cons of his offer

In a sense it’s good for you and you can finally have a chance with jungwon and helping tutoring Niki won’t be so bad either. “ deal accepted “ you brought your hand out and he egerly took it giving it a firm shake. A shake which felt like for 10 minutes as Niki seemed to lock his hand tight around yours leavng it to linger longer than what a normal handshake should have lasted

Why isn’t he letting go..

You quickly removed it and masking it with a small laugh and going back to practicing. deep down you could feel the increasing pace of your heart after holding his hand for so long you didn’t quite understand what is was you were feeling

It’s nothing must be the badminton adrenaline or something

“Attention, attention”

YOU HATE THE LIBRARY. but today you would learn even if it’s by force to love the library as it was jungwon’s favourite place to study and have his chill time like he is now.

“ he comes here every free period except Thursdays and Mondays as he is busy with vice president duties “ you nodded making a note down on your book. You feel Niki starting at you “ what..” he shakes his head reaching over to your book and throwing it in the trash can beside you “ what the fuck” he puts a finger on your lips silencing you “ you don’t need that this isn’t some exam..”

Doesn’t mean you can throw the brand new book I got for this specific thing in the bin tssk

“ but how am I supposed to remember and study jungwons likes and interests..” you spoke displaying a pout “ your reading to much into it y/n.. you have to rizz him up in a natural way trust me “ you sighed going along with nikis instructions

“ now approach him go!” He pushes you forward a bit to hard causing you to trip and fall and along with you your bag and it’s contents fall out as well. Great. Now I’ve fallen in-front of my crush I’m going to jump out the window and just die “ oh my y/n are you alright ?” jungwon quickly approaches you while he starts to collect your things “I…I..I’m fine” Stop stuttering

“Thank you jungwon” you smile brightly has he handed you your items one by one into your bag for you. He’s such a gentleman he can’t be anymore perfect “ so.. what brings you here? Your not a regular ?”

“ uh.. I..I just wanted to try out a new environment sunoo always preaches about how the library is the best yeah..” he nods in acknowledgement “yeah it is I love the peace and quiet it really allows me to focus and relax “ you smile again “ yeah totally..” this place is quite dead but if you love it jungwon I love it too

You spend the rest of your time talking with him about various topics the more he spoke the more you crush grew. He was everything you wanted in a guy and too top it off he was amazingly attractive too. You quickly forgot about Niki who sat in another section watching the two of you with a slight frown on his face.

What was that about ? Everything was going according to plan wasn’t it ?

“ your going to heeseung’s a party? “ jungwon nodded “ yes even though heeseung doesn’t have the best rep he is still my friend we go way back I wouldn’t miss it “ you nod slightly “ you should come too!” You smile “ of course heeseung actually invited me himself “ you saw the light in his eyes darken for a split second “ oh really.. I wanted to be the one to ask you actually “ he looked away avoiding eye contact “ it’s fine though.. I’ll see you at the party? “ you nodded enthusiastically and he smiled “ I have a meeting to attend so I’ll see you another time.. it was great talking to you y/n” he smiles waving at you before leaving in the opposite direction

you practically melted into your seat as you slide down the chair letting your head fall backwards “ I just had a conversation with jungwon for more then 5 minutes omg “ you shot up again placing your hands on your cheeks

“Seems like it went well “ you were shocked to see Niki assuming he had just gone away afterwards but you didn’t question it “ yes it did i have never held a conversation with him for longer than 2 minutes Niki you have change my life! “ you happily beamed at him and you rested your hands on either shoulder “ im glad I could be of service to you “ he smiled slightly “ he wants me to go to heeseung a party on Friday “

“ your not going right ?”

You shook your head “ I wasn’t before but if jungwons going and wants me to go.. who am I to say no “ you giggled like a little school girl at the thought of what he said to you earlier and Niki displayed an unreadable facial expression to which you raised your brow “ I understand the whole project jungwon is in motion but I don’t suggest you go to that party “ you frowned “ what.. you said I should jump at any opportunity to hang out with jungwon ? Didn’t you” he sighed

“ I know but you know heeseung and his events in general it’s not a good idea for you to come it’s not like your jungown where your his friend it’s dangerous for you” Niki practically pleaded somewhat begging you not to go “ okay.. I won’t go “ Niki sighed in relief “good”

“Look at you, and my heart jumps out of my chest “

FUCK IT IM GOING IT IM GOING TO CHOOSE MY OWN DESTINY. You thought to yourself as you are now stood at heeseung’s door as you gain the courage to ring the bell.

Before you could reach for the bell the door flug open realving the guy you remember to be called Jake who was your previous lab partner for the last term. He smiled at you and welcoming you in with a hug “ hey y/n! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you at a party did you hit your head somewhere “ you laughed hitting him gently “ just wanted to have some fun that’s all “ you two continued talking until you spotted jungwon in the corner

Approaching him you waved to which he returned one back “ hey y/n… he observed you form top to bottom “ you look beautiful “ you blushed slightly looking down to which he laughed slightly “ you enjoying the party so far ?” You nodded “ it’s not bad “ he hummed

“ you want to grab a drink ?” You nodded he reached out his hand. You took it with no hesitation letting him guide you to the bar section “ anything you like it’s on me tonight “ he smiled at you thank god I didn’t bring any money with me.. ahh a man who can spoil me I could get used to this “ I’ll have the black panther cocktail please “ jungwon ordered after you. “ so y/n what’s your type “ you raise your brow “ type? What type of alcohol I like ?” He shook his head laughing “ no I mean your type in a guy.. just curious that’s all “ he looked at you intensely causing you to avoid it immediately “ uhh-

“Oh y/n I’ll be right back just stay here okay?” You nodded and he quickly disappears into the crowd reaching out for his phone. I guess he has an important phone call you sit their just chilling on your phone.

That’s until you felt a light tap on your shoulder

“ I knew you would come”

Your face dropped at the voice. Damm it I hoped I could avoid you heeseung

“ oh.. hi” he approaches you slowly as he swiftly sat in the unoccupied seat next to yours “ I would love to have small chat with you but let’s not ignore the elephant in the room..” you avoid eye contact “ why have you been avoiding me ? Y/n” you sigh taking a huge sip of your cocktail

“ why do you think heeseung “ you spoke harshly “ you can’t be upset with that.. “ he teased what..? “ how could I not be upset ! You tried to take advantage of me “ you rose your voice already getting worked up all over again as if you were reliving the moment. Heeseung just laughed as he rested his hand on your thighs “ come on.. what did you expect me to do when you were wearing that little black dress..” he spoke lowly as his hands rose higher

No..not again

You tried to move his hands but he pinned yours on the table firmly his strength overpowering yours “ just trust me y/n I’ll make it up to you hmm?” He spoke in your ear as he continued to raise his hands. You wanted to crawl in a hole and just cry you felt so weak and helpless no one could even tell what was happening too drunk to notice and it was crowded.

“What the fuck do you think your doing ?”

You both looked up to see Niki… Again he had saved you.

Heeseung quickly pulled away getting up and raising his hands in defence “ chill little boy.. I was just testing the waters I’ll lay of your girl “ he smirked as he walked off into the crowd Niki quickly came to you placing his hands on your shoulder “ I know your gonna say I told you so and alll b- “ I wasn’t going to” you looked at him surprised “ are you okay “ you shook your head “ no.. not really I just want to go home “ Niki held your hand “ come with me “ he helped you out of the party taking you outside

Why is it soo Damm cold why didn’t I bring a jacket ? I’m so stupid

It’s like Niki could read your mind as he quickly wrapped his leather jacket around your shoulders supplying you with temporary warmth. “ thank you..” he nodded “ I don’t have a car.. we might have to take a bus if that’s okay with you..” you smiled “it’s fine I don’t live that far actually I can walk home form here “ you started to walk and Niki held you back “ no way.. I can’t let you walk by yourself at night I’ll accompany you”

You shook your head. “ no I insist.. let me walk you home y/n” you froze not really knowing what to do with his proposal. His choice of words and the intention somehow making you feel cared for like you were a priority.. his priority.

You would never admit it though you tried to convince yourself he was just being nice. Yeah Niki is just a nice guy after all anyways.. nothing much to it

“ do you now understand why I didn’t want you to go ?” You nodded “ yeah.. I guess I just wanted to talk to jungwon so bad that I didn’t even think about the possibility of running into heeseung…” you spoke while looking ahead into the distance “ good thing I spotted you in the crowd “ you smiled slightly “ yeah.. my hero “ Niki looked down smiling. He ears going red in an instant. Hearing you say that to him was enough to make his night. After all he was just happy to have your attention in this moment even if you had eyes for his best friend.

“ I’m your hero?” You nodded gripping his jacket tighter as the breeze sent a wave your way “ yeah.. your like uhh.. Spider-Man minus the webs and stuff “ he chuckled “ and your what.. gewn?” You thought for a moment. Before answering “ yeah.. I guess I am I’m probably gonna Need saving sometime next week you better com to my rescue when I need you Niki “ you teased poking his arm to which he poked yours back “ I’ll always come and save you y/n.. without a doubt.”

You have finally reached your house slowly approaching the door you turn to Niki “ ah! Here’s your jacket “ you reach it out to him and he pushes it back into your chest “ keep it” you raised a brow “ but it’s yours ? You keep it “ bringing it out again to which he pushes it back to you again “ keep it “ he spoke sternly

You’ve always been quite stubborn and you were not going to back down. After all you felt bad as it ment Niki would have to walk back in the cold “I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything.. just take it it’s yours anyways “ he shrugs “ I’m Spider-Man I’ll just sling back home no need to worry about me y/n” he gave you one last cheeky smile preventing you form handing it back to him again as he practically sped off

“ he’s so silly he’s gonna get sick..” you look down at the jacket and back at his retreating figure in the distance.

Niki silently walked with an AirPod in his ear playing his favourite playlist. Though his music begins to fade out as he keeps replaying your interaction in his mind. The way you would smile at him would give him hope that maybe you could open up your heart to someone else.. to him but then he sees your smile towards jungwon on multiple occasions and is hit with a hard brick of reality

He would never be jungwon.

Your attention was always on him while his was always on you.

Niki was lost in his thoughts until he felt something hit his head causing him to turn in confusion.

“ sorry I didn’t mean to aim for your head “ you scratched the back do your neck awkwardly. Niki was flustered that you had followed him this far. Your action almost giving him hope. “ I know blah blah blah why did you follow me here blah blah blah.. I just felt bad you know.. I don’t want to be the reason your sick just take it “ Niki doesn’t speak he’s to stunned “ come on “ you urge him to put on the jacket “ I didn’t follow you for 2 mins for nothing put.the.jacket.on” Niki didn’t say anything and silently obeyed “ thank you y/n.. honestly you didn’t have to “ you smiled shaking your head “ nah it’s cool.. after all since I got home I technically didn’t need it anymore right now it needs to go back to its owner “ Niki smiled ruffling your hair

The action surprised not only him but you as well as he stood awkwardly with his fingers tangled in your hair when he had realised what he was doing and you just stood there refusing to meet his eyes. “ uhh sorry I just uhh” you laughed nervously “ it’s fine.. i kind of liked it..” you speak shyly looking down “ you liked it..?” Niki stepped closer to you bending down slightly so he could reach your level “ don’t put words in my mouth.. I said kind of “ he again presented you with his cheeky smile inching closer to your face “ it basically means you liked it same thing “ you moved back still avoiding eye contact “ whatever.. Niki”

You didn’t want him to see your face afraid of the expression you were making. You couldn’t stop the smile that was formed or the blush on your cheeks all he did was ask whether you liked it or not you didn’t get why your heart was jumping out of your chest right now. “ I’m going to go now it’s late uhh.. bye “ you quickly turned away running back to your home

Niki laughed at the sight. He thought you were the cutest thing.

“wanna be nice and close, you see?”

THINGS ARE GETTING MESSEY. you and Jungwon are both covered in paint form head to toe red blue yellow you name it. Together you both resembled a rainbow.

Over the past few weeks since the party with the help of niki’s exclusive Info it’s now helped you become a key person in jungwons life. Soon exchanging numbers following each other on instagram and even hanging out outside of school. Everything was going according to plan.

Since jungwon was vice prez he posed privileges unlike regular students like you. He had booked out the art room for an hour just for you and him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up or anything but the thought of him wanting such privacy with you..

The whole thing made you a blushing mess you couldn’t believe it.

“ stooop it jungwon!” You yelled in fits of laughter as he continued to splash paint on your uniform “ why not.. I’m painting my canvas “ he chuckled as he continued what he was doing. Covering you in a range of colours as you had done the same to him earlier. “ what so I’m your canvas now ?” He nodded “ all mine “

All mine.. ALL MINE M. I. N. E. DID HE JUST CALL ME HI-

“ y/n can I ask you something?” He put the paintbrush down beside you suddenly looking more serious. His whole attitude taking a 180. You nodded “ are you and Niki dating ?” The question took you off guard. Causing you to start coughing almost choking on nothing. Jungwon quickly rested his hand on your back gently patting it. “ are you alright ?” You nodded clearing your throat.

Me and Niki.. no way he’s just a friend

A friend that’s all

“ I’m fine.. and no we aren’t dating he’s just a good friend of mine. What gave you the impression?” Jungwon raised an eyebrow as if he was questioning your credibility “ I don’t know.. your always with each other and you even left the party with him too..” jungwon looked down “ I just like being around him that’s all since he’s my freind and speaking of the party if you saw us why didn’t you come ? “ jungwon nervously chuckled not expecting you to ask about his whereabouts that night

“Ahh that.. uhh I didn’t want to intrude but now that you say there’s nothing going on.. I want to take you out “ I’m sorry did I hear that correctly TAKE ME OUT ON ON LIKE A DATE??? “ yeah a date” you quickly clasp your hands over your mouth realising you just spoke your thoughts out loud. Leading jungwon to pinch your cheeks “ your so cute you know that y/n” you don’t respond nothing but a harsh blush forming on your cheeks “ I’ll pick you up on Thursday at 5 sounds good” you nodded.

In the midst of your eternal fan girling you didn’t realise that jungwon was slowly closing the gap between you inching closer and closer your nose’s barely grazing each other.

“ can I kiss you ?” With no hesitation you nodded closing your eyes as you waited for him to press his lips onto yours. I’ve lived my life up to this moment I can’t mess this up.. uhh should I include tongue or would that be coming to strong or should I-

Cutting you out of your thoughts again jungwon grabbed your chin gently pulling you forward and crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss sent a surge of butterflies in your stomach it raised excitement within you.

Well that’s until it was put to stop when niki interrupted the moment unknowingly saving you for the 3rd time

At the sound of the door opening you and jungwon both jumped off each other quickly Adjusting yourselfs

“Uhh… am interrupting something?” He spoke with a certain tone that confused you and an unreadable facial expression “ yeah actually you did Niki..” jungwon spoke sounding equally as annoyed as him “ well I just wanted to let y/n know that out tutoring session was ment to start 10 minutes ago.. I’ve been looking everywhere for you and you won’t answer your phone “ you gasped slightly covering your mouth “ I’m so so sorry I really lost track of time.. wait outside while I pack my stuff “ Niki nodded leaving the room

Now leaving you and jungwon alone again “ are you really gonna go with him? I wanted to be alone with you for longer.. plus we just got started “ he spoke lowly as he rubbed his hands against your thigh up and down and looking at your darkly. His boba eyes not looking so cute anymore.

Is he trying to seduce me ? Cuz it’s working

“ I would love to be with you more but I really must go.. I promised Niki to tutor him anyways I’ll see you at our date yeah” jungwon nodded giving you a small smile “ see you then y/n”

Your now in Niki’s bedroom on either side of the bed the great distance bothering you slightly. You always sat next to each other so you didn’t get why every time you moved up he just moved away until his left side was moulding into the wall. He can’t be thaaat mad that I was late ? He’s acting very childish right now if that’s the case

“ do we have a problem Niki?” You ask and he just gives you a confused look “ what?” You sigh dramatically “ I said do me and you have a problem” he shook his head looking away form you “ there’s nothing wrong what are you talking about “ why is he being annoying right now ? Just answer the question “ if there’s no problem then why are you acting like there is one not talking to me this whole time and moving away from me ? “ he just shrugged “ it’s nothing “ you sighed in frustration “is it because I was late? Come on I already apologised for that “ he scoffed causing you to now raise your brow in confusion

“ maybe if you weren’t to busy sucking jungwon’s face off you would be aware of the time? Or your phone ringing ?” Bruh.. the tone of his voice just pissed you off “ what the hell is your issue? So what if I kissed jungwon everything is going well ?” Niki sighed “ whatever I’m not having this conversation anymore “ he spoke as he stood up getting ready to leave the room

No on walks out on me if anything I should be the one to walk out on him

You storm towards him dragging him by his arm and throwing him back onto the bed so you could tower over him. Your Strength shocking both him and you “ cut it out with the attitude I don’t get where this is coming from but if you have something to say just spit it out “ he sighed again shaking his head “ it’s nothing leave it y/n”

How could I leave it? Just be honest with me Niki what’s really going on

“ don’t tell me it’s nothing there’s clearly something bothering you.. if I did anything to offend you I- “ you didn’t it’s not you..” you raised a brow “ then what is it ?” He looked away “ I..I..it’s nothing “ niki what’s really bothering you. In desperation for an answer you found yourself making quite a bold move in attempts to get somthing out of him

You placed your hands on either side of his cheeks pulling him slightly closer to you “ you know you can tell me anything right ? What’s really on your mind “ niki was stunned by your action more focused on your touch than what was coming out of your mouth. You gave him the confidence to make a bold move of his own this shocking you greatly.

Niki swiftly slipped his finger in the loop of your belt pulling you down on the bed next to him and used his other to reach behind your neck and pull you in for a kiss. He was scared and nervous of your reaction afterwards but in that moment he felt this was the only way he could express how he truly felt hoping this would give you insight.

The kiss ended as soon as it started it was quick short and simple unlike jungwons. When he pulled away you just looked at him blankly “uhh.. I’m sorry I- “ don’t be “ niki looked at you shocked “ I’m not sorry so neither should you “ “ y..you mean that” you nodded not allowing him to speak any further before you now pulled him in again for another kiss. This one a lot more aggressive than the other and longer.

Your hand tangles in his hair lightly tugging on it while he gently placed his hands on your waist delicately like you were glass afraid he would break you.

You both pulled away after some time gasping for air. Just awkwardly looking at each other “ I’m s-“ you put your finger on his lips “ stop apologising I’m not offended or anything.. after all I kissed you back and I kind of liked it..” he now looked at you “ really “ you nodded “ yeah..” you now started to feel shy turning away form him while his eyes stayed on you “ I kind of liked it too..” you nodded still avoiding his sharp eyes

“ can you stop looking at me like that “ he chuckled “ like what ?” You moved away slightly “ like your gonna eat me something.. it’s creepy “ he chuckled again as he inches closer to you “don’t worry I’m full “ he laughs again pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear so he could see your face more clearly .

“ your not funny “

“ was I a better kisser than jungwon”

“Get out “

“Want attention, want attention”

2 DAYS AFTER YOUR KISSING MARATHON. you were still thinking about it the whole experience made you feel somewhat like a whore even tho you were far form that. You couldn’t get it out your head how you kissed 2 boys in the span of 2 hours

“ does this make me a hoe ?” Sunoo laugs slapping your shoulder “ it makes you classy hoe it’s not like you did anything more right…” he gives you a judging stare it slightly offending you “ come one you know me.. I wouldn’t just have sex with anyone especially 2 different guys in one day that’s crazy “ sunoo hummed

“ but the real question is who did it better “ sunoo teasingly wriggles his eyebrows at you “ I don’t know I enjoyed both ?” Sunoo shook his head “ yeah but one had to be better then the other even if it’s by an inch “ you sighed thinking deeply

You liked jungwons kiss a lot it was everything you had dreamed of he was just perfect you felt tingles of excitement form the kiss but it was short lived but on the other hand with Niki’s it was unexpected you didn’t anticipate unlike jungwons but you still thought it was great so great that you wanted to pull him on for a 3rd kiss you wanted to kiss him longer but was too shy to even look in his eyes after that. His kiss gave you butterflies even days afterwards the butterflies never left.

You secretly enjoyed Niki’s kiss more you wanted to experience it again but you would never admit it not even to yourself

“ jungwon. His kiss was way better “ sunoo sighed “ I was rooting for the niki dude but I’m not surprised you’ve been simping for jungwon for ages. “

Now here you are in the library after your down time with sunoo you stayed back as you and to meet Niki for a tutoring session. But you couldn’t seem to focus as you felt so awkward and skittish around him whereas he seemed to be chill wayy to chill for your liking

It’s like the kiss didn’t even happen

“ y/n you good? You seem a bit out of it today “ you shake your head “ no I’m not good at all “ “ what’s up ?” What’s up your seriously asking me what’s up ? After putting it on me you want to know what’s up Niki!?

“ what’s up is the fact that we kissed “ he shrugges “ yeah and..?” You roll your eyes “ what do you mean and? I can’t even teach you with out thinking of it and your just sitting here chilling..” niki looks at you for a moment before speaking “ I’m not really chilling.. I just don’t want to get my hopes up..” “ what?” Before you could question him any further a voice cut you off

“ oh my gosh hi niki!!” You look up to see a familiar face known as yuna you used to be seatmates at one point somewhere last year but you don’t really talk tho .

“ hi yuna what brings you here? Your a bit early ?” He responds with a smile and a laugh. Why is he so giddy for “ hey yuna” She gives you on look and continuous having a conversation with Niki did this bitch just ignore me? And why is Niki ignoring me too am I invisible do I simply not exist?

“ niki are you done?” He doesn’t respond and keeps talking to yuna. Why are you paying me no attention I’m literally sat right next to you stop ignoring me..

After what felt like forever yuna takes her leave “ I’ll wait in the other section until your done as your occupied.. bye niki “ she rubs his shoulder and sends him a Wink to which Niki smiles and waves “do you have a crush on her or something why are you so smily” he just shruggs “ I don’t know she just makes me happy “ you roll your eyes “ do I make you happy “ he nods oh.. well that’s good to know I guess you try to change the subject as his stare starts to make you nervous “ but.. why do you need her to tutor you. You already have one aka me “

“ well Mrs Yang. You so occupied with your new boyfriend our sessions are shorter and I need all the help I can get since the exam is soon” you roll your eyes “ very funny niki..”

“But why her at of all people she’s not even in the top 20 she’s literally a dimwit “ niki gasps at your choice of words “ that’s not nice! Plus her rank doesn’t define her intelligence.. she’s actually quite helpful and she’s pretty “ you frown unconsciously with out realising pretty ? What does that have to do with anything “so you do like her then “ niki shook his head “ I don’t like her I just think she’s cute that’s all who doesn’t want a cute tutor anyway..”

I wonder if he thinks the same about me ?

“ so I’m the ugly tutor then ?” Niki just laughs “ no your not I never said that “ you frown

“ then what am I ?”

“Beautiful your the beautiful tutor y/n”

“Want attention want attention “

YOUR NOW STOOD AT THE MIRORR as you evaluate your looks. You wanted to look perfect for jungwon in hopes to impress him this is a big deal for you and you didn’t want to make any mistakes or somehow put him off you.

The bell soon rings indicating his arrival you rush down starts quickly adjusting your hair in place as you open the door “ h..hi jungwon “ you smile and he returns it back handing you some flowers and chocolate. He’s so boyfriend material omg “ you look lovey y/n” you replied with a small thank you as he guided you to his car.

The date was going amazing the conversations were flowing you weren’t bored at all the location was beautiful he payed for it like the gentleman he appeared to be. He made you feel like a princess and you loved every second of it. Until you didn’t. Somehow not even 10 minutes into the dinner you started to loose interest not necessarily by what he was saying but more cuz your mind was pre occupied of thoughts and feelings for someone else who want present.

For a split second you wished you were on this date with Niki instead.

“ it’s getting late do you wanna come crash at mine for a bit.. if your comfortable that is ?” You nod too eagerly and jungwon laughs slightly as a result

You enter his bedroom and are shocked to see how well kept it is for a guy. “ your room is so neat I didn’t expect that honestly “ he smiles feeling proud after all he cleaned it up just for you. “ I like to sleep in a clean environment I hate messy things “ you nodd “ this is so clean unlike nikis room a total shit show “ jungwon frowns at the mention of his best friends name coming out of your mouth.

He sits down on the bed beside you “ you’ve been to nikis bedroom..?” You blush at the context realising how wrong it could sound not wanting to give jungwon the wrong impression or any idea that you’ve shared a kiss or two in there either. So you quickly try and assure him “oh no no no.. it’s not what your probably thinking.. sometimes I tutor him from his home he prefers to do it in his room that’s all” you laugh nervously while jungwon silently nods

“ so y/n.. now that we are alone don’t you think it’s time we finished what we started hmm?” He speaks slowly as he rubs your inner thigh slightly giving you an innocent look. Damm it here he goes seducing me again and it’s working “what.. kissing?” He laughes tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “ no silly I think we have passed that stage I want to do more with you“ you gulp slightly “ I want to be more intimate with you y/n would you let me ?” He again gives you the innocent look giving a different vibe in contrast to the words coming out of his mouth having a different meaning. You felt your self getting lost in his eyes taking the bait.

“ uhh.. you see i would love to but you know we aren’t dating and I don’t know how I would feel just doing that with any- “ am i just anyone to you y/n?” You pause for a moment “no..” he smiles “ we don’t have to put a label on it let’s just have fun for now how does that sound to you ?” You nod allowing him to take the lead.

It was all going well until you started to see things almost as if you were hallucinating. As jungwon kissed you. His face started to morph the sight was freaking you out. I must be drunk I did have a few drinks to be fair.. but your heart almost stopped when his face was replaced with Niki’s

What the fuck

He then went and kissed your neck trailing down “ you like that ?” If only jungwon could see the shock and fear on your face right now he even sounded like Niki too..it’s as if he and jungwon switched places and you was with him now the whole thing was sooo trippy

You blinked aggressively until Niki was gone only to be met with jungwon

What the hell what the hell was that..

soon afterwards jungwon reached his hand lower and you held it in place. He raised a brow “ what’s wrong ?” You smiled slightly “ I’m not quite comfortable with this can we s..stop please “ you swore you could see him roll your eyes but tried to convince your self it was the alcohol creating illusions like it did before

“ come on.. I’ll be gentle “ you shook your head moving away “no I’m not comfortable “ jungwon sighed “are you a virgin” you nodded “ I’ll take good care of you y/n don’t worry “ you gulped as he continued to move closer while you backed away with your back eventually hitting the wall

“ don’t you want this? “ you looked down not really knowing how to respond. Jungwon ignored your silence and attempted to take off your dress “ stop “ he just hummed and continued what he was doing

You felt panicked.. it’s as if you were reliving that moment all over again back in your first year where heeseung tried to take advantage of you but luckily the police came and shut the party down so he was forced to a stop but this time there’s no police to save you there’s no Niki to save you your on your own.

Before jungwon could make another move you mustered all your strength and pushed him off of you causing him to fall on the bed “ don’t touch me leave me alone jungwon I told you to stop and you kept going what the hell is wrong with you !” He rolled his eyes adjusting himself

“ you can sleep with Niki but you can’t sleep with me ? Come on y/n” you raised a brow Tf is he talking about

“ what..? I never slept with Niki where the hell did you get that from “ jungwon shrugged “ I just have a feeling “ you chose to ignore him as this wasn’t your main concern “ I want to cut this date short “ jungwon smirked “ come on y/n it’s not that deep” you sighed in annoyance “ not that deep? Well maybe for you! It didn’t but it is for me! Do you know how long I’ve liked you? I’ve been waiting for the day we would have a conversation I just wanted to be around you wanted you to see me notice me I wanted your Attention but I’m reality your just a fake asshole.. your not the guy I thought you were “

Jungwon started to clap slowly like he was applauding you the sight making you more pissed off “ bravo y/n! what a suprise as if it wasn’t obvious.. “

“What..”

“ there’s no point in keeping up the act now.. fine you caught me I guess I am a fake asshole this whole date me and you? Was just for bants”

Bants.. fucking bants

“Get out “ jungwon raised his brow “ please don’t get offended it wasn’t my idea it was hees- “ get the fuck out “ jungwon just looked at you “ you do realise this his my bedroom right ? You should be the one getting out “

“ shut the fuck up jungwon “

He raised his hands on defence “ okay chill.. I’ll leave temporarily geez.. you women have anger issues “ he spoke one last time before he left the room. Thus leaving you to sit on his bed in silence as you looked into the ceiling

3 minutes later you recived a call and when you saw it was niki you answered with out hesitation and the butterflies came to make a visit once again

“H..hello “ you quickly sniffed so he wouldn’t catch on to the fact you had been crying

“ are you at jungwons house “ you nodded

“ I’ll be there in 5 stay put“

He hung up leaving you to sigh you wanted to stay on the call longer even if it was just to heat his voice.

“Got me confusеd but one thing's for sure I know you're thе one”

YOUR STANDING OUTSIDE OF JUNGWONS as you wait for Niki’s arrival. By the time you headed out jungwon was already gone. You were not complaining as if you saw him again you might have gone to jail for physical assault and possibly attempted murder.

You couldn’t belive how wrong you were about him. He seems to have such an angel facade but in reality was just the same as heeseung. You always thought it was weird how they were friends but after tonight you can now understand why they are.. just the same as each other.

You regretted the last few weeks all this time with jungwon could have been spent with niki. You enjoyed your time with him always looking forward to your sessions he just made you so happy you couldn’t explain it. But you were so caught up in jungwon to even realise what was right in front of you.

Eventually you could see a figure quickly approaching you. You sighed in relief when you could identify it as Niki. He bent down for a minute trying to catch his breath before speaking “ y/n..” you slowly walked closer to him “ did you run all the way here..” he nodded

Get you a man who can run miles just for you Niki is the mf standard

“ you sounded upset I was scared that something might have hap- Niki stooped when he felt your arms wrap around his waist with your head resting against his chest “ im just glad your here now..t..thank you” Niki didn’t say anything and just wrapped his arms around your small figure.

You didn’t want to let go mainly cuz you craved his touch and because you could feel yourself starting to cry again but didn’t want Niki to see you in that sate.

Niki pulled away cupping your cheeks and wiping away a tear “ please don’t cry.. I hate to see you upset “ Niki your going to be the death of me just hearing him say those words and the look in his eyes just made you cry even more.

Shortly you both arrived at his house where he made it his sole mission to cater to your needs making sure you were okay.

Niki had made you some soup but if anything you now felt emotionally sick and physically sick. It tasted like absolute shit. But seeing how hard he was trying for you even watching a YouTube tutorial made your heart flutter so you ate it with a smile even tho deep down you wanted to throw it all up.

“ you don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to..” you shook your head “ I think if I told you jungwon might be a dead man tonight.. “ you laughed silently while Niki’s gaze darkened “ y/n..” you sighed “ if I tell you please don’t be mad at him.. I’m still upset but I don’t want you guys to like fight because of me your good freinds “ Niki nodded and you started to explain it form start to finish

It would be an understatement to say niki wasn’t fumming right now he couldn’t belive how jungwon would try and take advantage of you and disrespect you like that. “ I’m going to fucking kill him” niki started pacing down the kitchen back and forth and you tried to calm him down but he was in his own world. “ you stay right here” he sped of reaching for his coach getting ready to leave

No no no no

You didn’t know what came over you but it felt right in the moment. You found yourself reaching and wrapping your arms engulfing him in a back hug “ please.. just stay here with me he can wait “ Niki froze his heart beating like crazy he couldn’t believe he was this close to you right now. He quickly forgot about his anger and followed your words.

“ I’m sorry..” you looked at him confused “ sorry? For what “ he sighed “ I was the whole reason this happened on in the first place if I had just minded my business and not suggested the deal this wouldn’t have happened to you..” he looked away from you drowning in guilt. If he had not been so selfish and formed this plan just to spend time with you and confessed to you head on like a man you would be fine.

“ but then if you never made the deal we would have never talked ?” Niki rose his head “ yes the outcome was somewhat bad but..if it weren’t for this deal we wouldn’t be where we are right now ? If anything I’m glad it happed I was able to meet you “ you smiled to which he returned one back

“ Niki actually..” “no” you raised a brow no he didn’t even let me finish

“ I’m not going to be your second option as much as I want to be with you y/n”

You froze a bit taken back by his response and how quickly he caught on. You was going to confess but not to him being the last option. He was deep down always the first choice even if you didn’t know it at the time.

“ no no no Niki wait let me explain- “ no honestly I was just fine being your friend it was enough for me but I don’t want this just as if things were not smooth with jungwon we wouldn’t be having this conversation ever.”

You frownded “ no Niki it’s not like that at all.. I guess I’ve always somehow liked you but I just couldn’t or I didn’t want to come to term with my feelings as I wanted to like jungwon so badly..” he didn’t speak just looking at your silently

“ I guess in a sense jungwons downfall helped me confirm my feelings I don’t know.. I was just afraid and I was so sure I liked jungwon at the time so I just suppressed it all but when you kissed me that day it was just harder for me to come to terms with my feelings I wasn’t sure how to handle them or what to do with them” you sighed before continuing “ plus seeing you all giddy and smily with yuna made me somewhat annoyed? I guess I wanted you too treat me and look at me the same way you did to her I wanted all of your attention but I knew you didn’t feel the same way so again..I kept it to myself and tried to force and experience that I had always wanted with jungwon “

You looked at Niki again trying to read his expression but failed. But to your surprise he flicked your forehead instead “ ouch!” And held it in pain “ your so silly y/n you know that right “ you frowned while holding your head “ what made me think I didn’t like you? I think I made it pretty obvious “ you looked at him confused

What?.. so this whole time I could we could have..

He pulled you in for a hug wrapping on hand around your waist and the other on your head “ you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say those things to me “

“ I never thought that your attention would leave jungwon I always felt like his shadow to you..” he pulled away looking deep into your eyes “ well.. that’s changed now “ you smiled “you saved me again my spider man..so I might as well just fall in love with you” you spoke giving him a teasing look to which he returned one back “ Gwen always falls for spider man in the end “ he winked causing you to playfully hit his shoulder

TWO MONTHS LATER things have been going great you couldn’t have been happier with Niki he always put a smile on your face.

You loved it when he gave you all of his attention it made you feel like you were the only girl in the world the butterflies in your stomach gradually Increasing with every interaction you had.. he was your paradise and you were his.

“ what were you and Jake talking about for so long earlier “ you gave Niki a blank stare “ physics we were talking about physics nothing much to it babe” he frownded “ well if there was nothing much to it babe then why were you smiling and laughing so much “ you sighed crossing your arms “ are you perhaps jealous Niki?” He aggressively shook his head “no” you laughed “ you so are !” “ I so am not!” “ so so are!”

“So so not- okay fine I am maybe a little bit” you smiled reaching out to hold his hand “ why are you stressing when your the one who’s my boyfriend plus Jake has nothing on you he’s to short for me anyways “ Niki smirks “ I am your boyfriend aren’t I” you nod smiling “don’t give Jake all of your attention before he starts getting ideas..” you laughed “ wouldn’t dream of it “

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Guess who is back, babes! After starting 2023 off with the trip of my dreams, I am finally back home and so so so excited to post this smut prompt. Thank you so much for sending in a prompt! I know it has been taking me a long time but I am honestly s proud of this one, even if it kind of got out of hand but it was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it. As always, let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog!

Annual Chances

Summary: Paz chooses you at the yearly festivities.

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.3k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual aphrodisiac, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, breeding  kink, a whole lot of size kink, verbal degradation, creampie(s), implied cockwarming

Prompts: #56 “I’d like to breed you.”

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“Get up, sleepyhead, the invitations are in!”

You sat up, startled from your sleep and still half away in your dreams. There, the sun was shining on your bare skin, warming you from the inside out as you watched Paz play with your children, their laughter echoing through your head even as you saw your friend. Even as the reality you wished for dissolved all around you.

“Chants, what the fuck?” you hissed, unhappy to be pulled from your dreams so early and so roughly.

But your friend did not care, he simply skipped through the doorway, settling down at your side as he thrust a piece of paper in your face. By the looks of him, he had probably been awake for hours already, his job in the healing wings demanding a rather flexible sleep and work schedule.

“The invitations are in!” he repeated, a wide smile on his face, “This is your chance to finally snag that warrior of yours.”

You sat up, trying to ignore how your heart sped up from the mere thought of him. “I won’t be snagging anyone,” you corrected groggily, fishing the piece of paper from his hand, “Besides who knows if I have time to attend ...”

“Oh no, we will not have that discussion at all,” Chants protested quickly, throwing himself you’re your mattress and just barely missing your shin, “You were moping for weeks when you missed your chance at last year’s feast and I am frankly too busy having fun to anticipate having to nurse you back to happiness.”

“I wasn’t moping,” you protested with a pout, “I was just … thinking.”

“About how much happier you would be if a certain warrior carried you off into the sunset, I know,” Chants replied easily and you chose not to discuss it anymore. Perhaps he was right … Who were you kidding, of course, he was right.

You had had a crush on Paz Vizsla from afar for a long time. As soon as your clans had joined together and he had arrived with the first warriors, you had had only eyes for him. And how could you not? He was a fine specimen of a man, tall, and broad, with a deep voice that send shivers down your spine and a laugh that made you wish for a future when you could see his face.

But, alas, your shyness and his high status in the covert did not work well together. You hardly got to see him alone, and sometimes, weeks passed when you didn’t cross paths no matter how much you wished for it. And even if you managed to see him, to be in the same room as him, you were too nervous to speak.

More than once, Chants had suggested that you use the annual matchmaking feast to shoot your shot. Every person of age was invited to the party and it was without a doubt the event of the year. After all, Mandalorians valued their foundlings above everything and any excuse to celebrate what was most likely going to be the date of conception for some future ones was welcome. Countless couples had found together at the feasts over the years and the thought that it could be the day when you and Paz joined was … intriguing, to say the least.

Only that you had been too shy to attend for a long time and when you had finally gathered the courage to go to the party last year, Paz Vizsla had not been there. At the time, you were convinced that he had already chosen someone as his mate and, much to Chants’ dismay, had vowed never to attend again.

But it seemed your friend would not take a no for an answer this year.

*

“I hate this,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to ignore your racing heart. Was it possible to throw up from nervousness? Because you were sure you could feel your stomach doing somersaults in the confines of your body.

“No, you don’t,” Chants replied easily, taking a sip of his sparkling drink, “At least the food is great.”

“I could have great food at home.”

“Yeah but not with a view like that.”

Your eyes followed his and landed on a group of broad-shouldered warriors that talked with each other by the bar. Which was ironic considering they all had their helmets on.

That was why, as soon as you had entered the packed hall with Chants on your heels, you had fled to the buffet table. The chances were considerably low and it allowed you to at least try and calm the fuck down.

In the meantime, Chants was happy because your position by the buffet granted him the perfect view of what the covert had to offer.

You tugged at your dress, feeling constricted in the ridiculous gown your friend had talked you into.

“Don’t do this,” he said.

“Don’t do what?” you asked grumpily,

“Don’t self-sabotage,” he said calmly, “You are so scared of Vizsla rejecting you that you don’t even put yourself out there and –“

Your heart clenched, his pointed words finding their target. He knew you too well, or maybe just well enough because you had to admit he was right.

“And what?” you asked, shoulders slumping as you searched the buffet for something to catch your eyes.

“That’s Paz Vizsla coming our way,” Chants murmured, his elbow digging into your middle, “I think he’s coming to us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you mumbled, fishing another appetizer from the buffet, “Paz Vizsla would never come to us. He’s way too –“

“Way too what?”

You froze, slowly turning around and looking at the warrior before you.

Paz Vizsla was a huge man, imposing and intimidating even when he tried not to be and with a reputation that followed him from the battlefield to every place he went. It was rumoured that he had never lost a fight before and now that you saw him up close, taking in the sheer size of him, you had no trouble believing it.

“Way too, uh, busy?” you grimaced at how weak your voice sounded.

“Of the two of us, I’d say you’re the busy one,” he replied with a tilt of his helmet, “this is the first year you’re attending the festivities.”

“That’s not true,” you frowned, “I attended last year as well.”

The man in front of you hummed, as if in thought, and you took the opportunity to just … look at him.

Your eyes slid over his broad shoulders to his thick arms and large hands and you found yourself wishing to know what it was like to feel them on your body. Or in your body. Preferably both.

“I’m afraid I was not there for long last year. That would explain it,” he finally said, still looking at you. You wondered if he noticed your stares because he straightened up a little, clenching his fists and relaxing them and the veins stood out. Stars, how could one man be so attractive?

“You know what, I think someone’s calling me,” Chants suddenly said and you were embarrassed to find that you had completely forgotten he was right next to you. What kind of crush was this?

“Of course,” Paz said and you both watched your friend leave in silence, immediately swallowed up by groups of people.

The realization that you were both alone now came suddenly and unexpectedly and you felt your heart skip one or two beats. Because what were you supposed to say now? Here was the man you had been pining after for so long, here was your chance to say something, to impress him, to make him fall in love with you.

“Hello,” you managed to bring out, hoping that your smile wasn’t as wavering as your courage.

He chuckled, low and rumbly and you swore you felt it in your chest. “Hello, little one,” he greeted you, grabbing a small berry in his large fingers. You watched him bring it up and under his helmet, and your imagination ran wild.

Stars, what might it be like to kiss him?

“I, uh, I thought you found someone last year already,” you continued nervously, fiddling with your hands in front of your middle, “Did – did you find someone?”

He shook his head, “It was more about whom I didn’t find.”

“That sounds like you have someone specific in mind.”

“I do.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised at how close he suddenly was. You imagined being able to hear his real voice behind the helmet, “Wh-Who?”

“There are a lot of flattering things I could say now,” he stated, his voice not wavering for a second, “But to make a long proposal very short: I’d like to breed you.“

You thought you were dreaming. You were convinced you were dreaming.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he stepped closer, his hand reaching yours and you were hyperaware of how gentle his rough fingertips were against your skin, “you.”

“And if you were amenable,” he continued quietly, his fingers brushing over your knuckles, “I’d be also interested in courting you.”

You felt faint.

“Courting … me?”

He stiffened, shifting away from you and you immediately yearned for the return of his touch. “Only with your consent, of course,” he spoke, “Please forgive me, if I spoke out of turn, I thought perhaps – I thought you –“

“No, don’t get me wrong I’m,” you hurried to say, “I’m – this means a lot – but, uh, did you take a look around? There are so many wonderful people that you could be interested in and I am just … me … Why me?”

Your hand landed on his and you both froze, looking at where you were touching him. His skin burned against yours and you could feel his racing pulse underneath your fingertips.

“Because I don’t think of any of them when I make myself come at night,” he revealed with a growl and you swore your pussy pulsed at his words, “and I don’t think of any of them when I think about whom I want to raise my children with. I want you, mesh’la, very much so. Do you want me too?”

You could hardly believe your ears. Somewhere deep inside you, doubt was still hammering at your chest in worry. What if you had somehow misunderstood him? What if he realized what a mistake he made when you thought yourself safe?

But just as the worries seemed to creep up on you yet again, you caught yourself, just in time. You deserved happiness. You deserved love. And you deserved these things with the man who stood in front of you, who had told you how he felt for you. Who wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Stars yes,” you breathed.

“What’s that?” he asked, his voice deeper than before, “I couldn’t hear you, little one.”

You nodded quickly, “I – I’ve wanted you for so long, Paz, I didn’t – I never, I never thought you’d think the same.”

“Well then,” he said, his helmet so close you could feel the cold of the beskar radiating onto your skin, “What would you say we go and make this semi-official, mesh’la?”

You grinned. This was a dream come true. Who would have thought that of all people Paz Vizsla, the one you had a crush on would return your feelings? His hand wrapped around your, completely enveloping your wrist and fingers as he tugged you through the crowd. You had always admired how people seemed to just make way for him wherever he went with an unconscious admiration and respect that he had earned. Now, following him as they parted for the both of you was thrilling.

The armourer sat at the end of the room, shadowed by her council as they oversaw the festivities.

“You want to leave us already?” she asked, tilting her golden helmet in acknowledgement.

You felt heady, clutching Paz’s hand like a lifeline. It was all so real now.

“I hope you will excuse us,” Paz said, “we found each other and I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“Stars know you wasted enough time pining after her,” Djarin commented from his place on the dais and that caught your attention.

Paz? Pining? After you??

The big man shifted next to you, seeming a little shy and you smiled. This was definitely something you would ask him about.

The armourer inclined her head and, from someplace you did not see, a goblet was brought to you. You knew the look of them well, the drink in it was given to every couple that found each other at the festivities. It was some sort of concoction that was rumoured to be especially potent for … you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

Paz lifted his helmet, just enough to take a sip and it felt forbidden to see the sliver of skin, to see how his hand dwarfed the precious metal. Soon, you would feel those hands on you, soon you could feel his skin against yours.

You were so enraptured by the sight of him, it took you a few moments to realize that he was holding out the goblet to you. “Would you like a drink, my love?” he asked you, his voice low and rumbly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking it from him. It tasted sweeter than you imagined, the liquid like honey on your tongue and causing a comfortable warmth in your belly. Almost immediately, Paz’s hand found yours and he dragged you away.

Everything was a blur. You did not see the people you passed, you did not take in the hallways you walked through. Paz was in a hurry and your laughter turned silent when you felt your need for him burn your veins. Was this the effect of the drink?

The hallways were completely abandoned and as Paz passed through the residential quarters, you found yourself curious about where exactly he was leading you.

You got your answer not a minute later.

“These are my rooms,” he announced as he punched the code into the keypad. The door swished open, revealing quarters that looked much warmer than you had expected. There was a giant bed with lots of blankets and pillows and the floor was covered in soft rugs. You could see his workstation completely overladen with files and plans and smiled when you spotted the invitation to the festivities at the very top of the pile.

Feeling his hands on your hips, you turned around with a smile, letting his hands slowly wander over you. His metal forehand touched yours and you took a deep breath in, relishing in the way your entire body seemed to warm at his touch.

“You have no idea how long I waited for this moment,” he whispered, his fingers slipping under the hem of your dress and slowly lifting it up. The feeling of his rough fingertips on the soft skin of your thighs chased goosebumps all over your body and you could feel a pang in your core.

“I never dared to dream,” he said, “that you could want me the way I want you.”

“I want you, Paz,” you whispered, your hands shaking with anticipation as you tugged on his shoulder pauldrons, “I always wanted you. Ever since I first saw you I knew it … if it would be anyone it would be you.”

“Good. Because for me it has always been you,” he hummed, sounding happier than you had ever heard him. He took a step forward and you gasped when you could feel his entire body press against yours, “Will you let me show you just how much I want you?”

You nodded, unable to find the words between sheer excitement and the needy pulsing between your legs.

In one quick movement, Paz had freed you of your dress and you hurried to step out of your underwear as Paz’s hands worked on the various buckles and clips on his armour. It was a flurry of movements, quickened by your desire for each other and suddenly you were both standing there, completely naked save for Paz’s helmet. But that was not what you were focussing on now.

“You’re – you’re really big,” you mumbled, taking in his girth. Stars you knew he was a big man but how was that supposed to fit inside you?

Paz chuckled, holding out his hand for yours and you followed his movements. You were both quiet as he guided your hand to his hard cock. “Your hand can hardly fit around me,” he marvelled, his breath hitching as his hand closed above yours. He started to move your palm with his and you watched enraptured as a few drops of precome started to bead at the tip.

Your walls fluttered around nothing at the thought of feeling him inside you and you shifted, swallowing nervously. Your chest brushed against his, your nipples hardening and out of reflex more than anything else did you tilt your head up towards him.

“I cannot show my face,” he said, clearly displeased with the rules, “Not now. Not yet.”

“But I’d like to kiss you,” you pouted, as you continued to stroke him, “I’d like to feel you.”

He hummed, taking a reluctant step back and you wanted to follow him before you saw where his hand went. Before you could say anything, the room fell into complete darkness and you stilled, trying to calm your heartbeat so you could hear what he was doing.

The sound of his intake of breath was unmistakable and you heard a thud, metal on wood, when you realized that he had taken off his helmet. You smiled. Of course. If you could not see him, he could take off his helmet and you could kiss him.

In complete and utter darkness, you reached out your hand only to find the warm skin of his chest. You smiled when his hand came up to hold you against him and moments later his entire body pressed against yours again. You could feel his reaction against your belly and his breath on your face and it was a miracle your brain hadn’t short-circuited yet.

Your noses brushed against each other and you smiled just before you could feel his lips against yours. Paz’s lips were dry and a little chapped but you swore you had never felt anything as heavenly. The kiss started out soft and careful as you got used to each other. But having him so close, the effects of the drink making you all dizzy, you couldn’t keep yourself from wanting to explore him.

You sighed against him and Paz used that to move against you, his tongue bushing over your bottom lip as his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He tasted sweet, just like the drink, and when his teeth closed on your bottom lip, you swore you were this close to coming just from having him close.

Lips moving against each other’s, you let him push you towards his bed, the mattress hitting the back of your knees. You squeaked, falling into the softness and scooted back until you could feel the pillows. Paz followed you, his body heat never leaving yours and when you arched your back, your chest accidentally brushing against his stubbled chin, he closed his lips around your nipple.

All breath escaped you as pleasure burnt through your veins. You just wanted him to touch you, to –

“Ready?” Paz asked you, kissing the spot between your tits. His hands slid up to the inside of your thighs and you were sure you had never been as wet as this moment. You nodded before you you remembered he couldn’t see you.

“Yes,” you whispered, hands finding his shoulders and you held onto him, “I’m ready.”

Paz made a noise at the back of his throat and you could feel him shuffling closer, his fingers rubbing over your folds and you gasped when they circled your clit. You were sure the mattress was already drenched with your juices and you inhaled sharply when you felt the head of his cock carefully part your folds.

He pushed inside you slowly and you gasped. “Stars,” you murmured, resisting the initial desire of your body to move away from him as your hands tightened on his shoulders. His head was not even completely inside you and your walls already felt like they were stretching too far. “You’re huge!”

“Not too huge, I hope?” he chuckled, pulling out carefully and leaving you feeling ridiculously empty. You could feel him pulsing against your folds, drops of precome mixing with your wetness.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to find words. “I – Paz, what if you don’t fit?”

“Afraid your pussy is too small for my cock, mesh’la?” he teased you and you felt heat fill your cheeks at his words, the desire thrumming through you again.

At your lack of an answer, you felt him relax, his legs spreading beneath yours as his thumbs brushed over your sides. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, sweetly kissing your cheek, “I will make it fit.”

He pushed your legs up, his hands large on the soft flesh of your thighs as he pressed them to your chest. “Is that comfortable?”

His hips pushed forward a little and his shaft slid over your wetness. Something snapped in you.  “Stars, just fuck me already,” you panted, trying to lift your hips closer to him which resulted in your claves landing on his shoulders for leverage.

He laughed then, a deep belly laugh, that made your cheeks hot and your pussy clench. “Paz ...!”

“I am sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his lips brushing over your calf and you felt him shift between your legs, “I will make amends.”

And amends he made when his shaft parted your walls again, slowly but surely, pushing the breath out of your lungs. You were prepared now, for the inevitable feeling of being split apart and you took a deep breath, your blood singing with relief at having him inside you.

Paz groaned above you, his hips starting to build up a fast rhythm that had your hands bunching the sheets. You had never felt so full.

“Can’t wait to see your tits bounce,” he groaned, “to see your belly all round with my child.”

You moaned at the image, walls clamping around him. Nothing sounded better than having him

“I'm gonna fill you up,” he announced between groans, his bed shaking with how deep and strong his strokes had become, “I’m going to put a baby in you and if it doesn’t take today then it will take tomorrow or the day after or the day after …”

Lying helplessly underneath him, you couldn’t do anything but take it. Take his cock, take his words, take the kisses he gently pressed on your jaw and neck.

 “Stars, you’re tight,” he cursed, leaning forward and pressing your legs further against you. Your muscles protested and you felt the knot in your core tighten.

“’s too much,” you panted, “please – I – I am so close I –“

“Come for me,” he encouraged you, his voice raw in your ear, “Come for me and I will fill you with my come like you deserve.”

You felt hot and cold at the same time and with Paz’s cock hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars, it was the closest you would ever come to an out-of-body experience, you were sure. You cursed under your breath, any thoughts leaving your head when all you felt was incredible.

You felt incredible.

“Good girl,” Paz’s voice got you out of your mindless state and you suddenly became aware that he was still very much moving inside you, shaft rubbing along your clenching walls as he seemed to get quicker and quicker until he buried himself so deeply inside you it almost hurt. The feeling of his come filling you was like an aphrodisiac all on its own.

“Oh fuck,” you murmured, your legs still shaking on his shoulders as he slowly pulled out, “That was –“

“Was?” Paz chuckled darkly as he rolled next to you, “I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.”

You gaped at him, even if he couldn’t see it, “What?”

“What do you think they give us this drink for?” he asked, clearly amused.

“I – I don’t know,” you stuttered, your heart slowly reaching its normal rhythm again, “Heightened fertility?”

Paz hummed, his warm hand finding yours and squeezing, “That, too. But also for better … endurance.”

“Oh stars,” you groaned, “What have I gotten myself into?”

Both of you laughed at that and the happiness you felt threatened to burst out of your chest. The bed moved with Paz as he sat up, you could feel his arm brush against your shoulder and soon, his hand tugged on yours.

You followed his wordless instructions, trying your best to sit up. But his tugging did not cease until you understood what he meant. You raised your leg, attempting to straddle him and it was his other hand that gently held to your knee, guiding it over his lap.

It was impressive how in the darkness, Paz could still find your lips, pulling you in for a kiss. You could feel his heart beat in his chest and you were sure he could feel yours too. You wiggled your hips, causing him to groan against you. Your hands found the back of his neck, your fingertips playing with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I could get used to this,” you mused, quickly kissing the corner of his mouth and giggling when his hands cupped your tits, his thumbs swiping over your nipples.

“Me too,” he smiled against you, running the tip of his nose over your jaw. You wiggled again, feeling his cock harden between you and even with the mess of your combined juices spilling down your thighs, you felt ready to go again.

“C’mon, ride my cock,” he instructed, the teasing lilt to his voice betraying the grin that was undoubtedly on his face. You could feel his hands between you as he held his cock in position and you tried your best to raise yourself up high enough to sink down on him. But your body seemed to have different plans and the newly required effort to move reminded you just how much that first orgasm had taken you out.

His come served as lube as you sank down on him, your legs too weak to hold up any pretence of control as his cock speared you again. You whimpered, barely holding yourself up on his shoulders. Paz made a soothing sound, his lips on your temple as you tried to catch your breath.

“Go on,” he whispered, his fingers gently pinching your nipples and you mewled when he pulled on them ever so slightly, the pain giving your pleasure a new edge, “Work your pussy on my cock.”

“I can’t,” you admitted feebly, rocking against him. Your legs were trembling so much still and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you, how stuffed you were, how deep he was.

“Paz, please –“

He did not do anything at first but you could feel his knees go up behind you and suddenly he was holding you by the hips. “It’s okay,” he soothed you, his fingers brushing over your skin, “I got you.”

Unable to say anything, you just let yourself rest against his chest, putting your head on his shoulder. He smelled of the woods and engine fuel and the pure warmth of him made your chest flutter. He got you.

You whimpered, hiding your face in his neck as he started to thrust up into you, bouncing you on him as if you weighed nothing.

“You take my cock so well,” he praised you, “What a pretty little breeding toy you are for me, sweetheart, how pretty you sound with my cock stuffed in that tight pussy.”

He had you bounce so strongly, the sound of skin slapping against skin couldn’t be overheard, and yet all you could hear was his panting breath in your ear, the quiet groans, the little praises. They made you clench even tighter around him and you tightened your hold on him.

Needing him more and more, you attempted to move your hips against his, trying to get your own rhythm going to get hom to move deeper. Stars, you needed him deeper.

“Oh, you’re much too weak for that, my love,” Paz teased you, his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your ass before one hand came down in a slap, “Let me fuck you like you need, you can be as cockdumb as you want.”

You smiled, letting him take control again, and kissed the little spot behind his ear. There was a strange sense of happiness you hadn’t anticipated, in knowing that Paz really would take care of you. He would fuck you like you needed, fill you up like you wanted, and you didn’t need to do anything.

You just needed to enjoy it.

“Are you enjoying my cock?” he asked you breathlessly, “Does it feel good to be stuffed like you need?”

“Y-yes,” you brought out, embarrassed by how thin your voice sounded, “F-feels so good, Paz.”

“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he growled, his hips surging up in a particularly hard thrust, “Tell me you want my baby.”

You whimpered, the words stuck in your throat when you felt another wave threatening to send you over the edge. It was all you could do to hold onto him.

“Tell me or I won’t let you come,” he threatened, “Don’t you want to come, sweetheart? Don’t you want to be bred?”

His words made you want to sit up but Paz’s hold was as strong as ever.

“Pl-Please come inside me,” you burst out, not caring how your voice stumbled over itself, your despair to come too big to ignore, “Please, Paz, I want your baby, I – please come inside me.”

“I am going to breed you every single day if that is what it takes,” he growled, “Every free moment I have I am going to spend like this,” his finger rubbed over your clit, making you gasp, “Stuffing that pretty cunt with my come.”

Your gasp got swallowed by his kiss as his fingers worked their magic on your clit. “Come for me again, my love, let me breed you.”

And, as if all it would take were his words, you did. You clenched around him, biting your knuckles to keep quiet as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to ride the waves of pleasure that washed over you.

“Good girl,” Paz groaned his hips stuttering, “My good fucking girl.”

The praise made you preen. His hands held you down on him and you could feel him filling you again, the sheer amounts of come trickling around where you were joined, squelching sounds mixing with your loud breaths.

“It feels so good,” you breathed once you felt like you could think straight again, “You feel so good.”

Paz hummed, his chest heaving against yours and despite the aftershocks of your second orgasm of the night still feeling prominent, you decided that this was your favourite moment. Here, resting against him, skin to skin, heart to heart, it felt like your world was finally complete.

“I think the drink is wearing off,” you murmured finally, “At least for me.”

“For me too,” Paz confirmed, his large hand settling on your lower back, holding you to him, “Though I am not quite ready to let go.”

“Me neither,” you sighed against him, closing your eyes to listen to his heartbeat.

“Don’t worry, though,” he said, kissing your temple, “We have time.”

[film-in-my-soul]

Can we please get an IceMav fix it ficlet? Thank you ❤️

You've got it darling ❤️

.⋆｡°✩ Of course there would be someone to mourn Maverick if he burned in, and he's waiting on the carrier for him to come home. ✩°｡⋆.

It serves Maverick right, he thinks to himself, that the adrenaline would start to wear off immediately when Hangman drops out of the smoking, smoldering, falling wreckage of the fifth-gen he'd shot out of the sky. There's the telltale decline of buzzing energy under his skin, and almost ironically, it brings with it a hand tremor and swooping in his gut that he fights down, has to fight down, when they turn around for the carrier, and he and Rooster lose an engine. Knowing they could have lost a whole goddamn wing, Maverick doesn't voice his frustration, only shrugs, gets his grip as steady as he can on the stick trying to jerk wildly between his knees, and quips to quell Rooster's growing distress. They've come so far. To fail now is unthinkable, and if Maverick has to point the nose of his bird right into the tarmac just to make it happen, well, he's not the one who has to deal with the sparks that shoot up from their lack of landing gear.

He does have to deal with the whiplash and his helmet smacking against the screaming controls, though.

It's over quick, at least, and Maverick can fight through his swimming vision and pulsing skull easily when the canopy hisses open, and the sound of high-spirited cheering and thunderous applause greets him like a hero's welcome. He hops from the wing of the F-14 and lands with legs that threaten to fall out from under him. His knees are weak, and there's a painful lurch at the base of his spine. It's at least a slight nod to his age, but mostly, Maverick thinks it has to do with a forced eject at Mach 10 and taking a missile to his tail in the middle of a dogfight. That's the excuse he'll cling to when he's chewed out within an inch of his life by the medical staff if he even makes it there before he's ripped a new one.

Between Rooster rounding on him, hugging him tight like he did years ago, when Maverick felt he was at least half deserving of it, and the sweeping relief, he's not sure it'll happen. That, and there's an unmistakable presence making its way toward him, crewmen parting with hasty salutes to create a tunnel from the observation deck gangway right to where Maverick is stood, swaying like the ocean around them must be.

Either a silence is falling the closer Ice gets to him, or Maverick's losing his hearing. It could be both if he's being honest with himself; there's already an edge of black to his vision that he's soldiering through. If he passes out now, it's not just the man coming to a stop a foot away that'll have his balls but the whole damn Navy. And while there might be a debate on the ownership of them already, Maverick's not looking for a reminder, not while he's coming off a victory that, for all he'd fronted, shouldn't have happened, not without a casualty.

"Captain," Ice says, voice rough, something sharp in his red-rimmed eyes.

"Admiral Kazansky," Maverick nods, not bothering to salute. He'd won that bet in the late 2000s, and he honestly thinks if he tried being cute about it, Ice might punch him for the trouble.

There's a moment, a stalemate, and then Ice rolls his eyes and reaches forward, dragging Maverick in by a shoulder. For as firm as his grip is, he doesn't let Maverick slam into his chest or hold him too tightly. He's probably already looked at his pre-mission physical and found Maverick lacking the constitution for it. Maverick doesn't fight it, even going so far as to press into Ice's chest, throwing rank to the fucking wind for just this moment.

He feels hot air against his ear and tries not to slump fully into the other man's embrace like he might in a more private setting.

"When you see yourself to medical and are cleared, you are going to march yourself to my quarters, and I am going to remind you about those little things called vows, Pete."

Maverick hums, risks the quickest, lightest kiss to Ice's throat above the collar of his uniform, and whispers back, "Promise?"

It almost makes the incessant twinge in his back and definite concussion worth it.

Ficlet Bingo!

[semperama]

Soak + dosh please

This is way too long for tumblr and I'm sorry, but it totally ran away with me. Also there is going to be a Part 2, I promise. Also I'll put it on AO3 later when I can think of a title lmao. Please forgive me because I have no idea how to write Josh yet, but this was fun!!

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It’s probably crazy for Daniel to be in the back half of his 30s and still feel like a fucking imposter all the time.

He opens the door to Josh tossing a football back and forth from hand to hand, mouth curved into a grin, and has to bite down on the inside of his cheek just until it hurts, just to make sure this is real. He heard a story once—maybe an urban legend—about a man who was in a coma and thought he lived a whole entire life, great job and wife and kids and the whole nine. Sometimes he thinks that could be him. F1 driver, friends with fucking—movie stars and NFL players. It’s all a little much when just a minute ago he was a kid with goofy hair and crooked teeth and a sense of humor no one got.

“Hey,” Josh says, with his stupid handsome face. “Good to see you, man.”

Daniel steps back to let Josh in and wills the blood vessels in his face to fucking cool it. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he jokes. Another thing to be self-conscious about, this stupid-huge house that’s always empty. It’d be great for parties, but Daniel’s never thrown one.

They should have made other plans, Daniel thinks. A concert. A movie. A bar. Hanging out at home—who does that? Teenagers?

“Humble indeed,” Josh says with a chuckle, elbowing Daniel in the ribs as he walks by. “They don’t pay you anything to drive those cars, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m barely scraping by.” Daniel settles into the banter, grateful for it. “Can I get you anything? I have water, stale bread, maybe some mouse droppings…”

Josh throws his head back at that one, his laugh sending electric tingles down Daniel’s spine. “No beer hidden anywhere?” he asks, and Daniel grins at him, indulgent.

“I think I can rustle one up for you, maybe.”

He waves Josh out to the patio and then heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles out of the fridge. It’s the middle of the season, just a couple weeks until he has to be in Austin, so he probably should be sticking to clear liquor if anything, but who’s here to judge him?

“Did you bring that for me?” Daniel asks when he emerges into the sunshine, nodding at the football Josh cradles in one palm as the takes the beer bottle from Daniel with the other.

The corner of Josh’s mouth tilts upward. “You just about creamed yourself last time we tossed the ball around,” he says. “I figured I’d make your day.”

“My year, more like.” Daniel can’t deny it; Josh has his number on this one. “I don’t want you to be bored, though. You do this for a living.”

“You ever get tired of racing?” Josh asks.

Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. “Touche.”

There’s no grassy field behind Daniel’s house to play in, but they make do with the long strip of pool deck, all the chairs pushed to the side. At first, they just toss the ball back and forth lazily. That’s honestly enough for Daniel, just watching the satisfying spiral of the ball and feeling the slap of leather against his palms. It’s warm and breezy and Josh keeps grinning at him—he could do it all fucking day.

But eventually he gets antsy, wants to make sure Josh is still having fun, so he starts trying to make things difficult, prancing back and forth, sometimes running to the other side of the pool. It feels better when Josh is laughing at him. It feels like he’s pulling his weight.

“Come on, really throw one,” he says, holding his hands up in preparation. Josh chuckles at him, pulls his arm back, hesitates, and then lets it fly. This time, when it hits Daniel’s hands, the sound is loud, echoing. It fucking stings.

Daniel wants it again.

“Is that, like, your maximum?” he asks as he lobs it back.

Josh grins and shakes his head. “Nah, man. I don’t want to hurt you. You gotta be able to hold a steering wheel in a few days.”

“Oh, come on,” Daniel says, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out his arms. “You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”

Josh quirks and eyebrow at him. “You sure do talk a big talk, Ricciardo.”

All the blood rushes to Daniel’s face. He can only hope he’s already red enough from exertion and the sun that Josh won’t notice. Josh seems so fucking implacable, but Daniel’s been soaked in sweat and breathing hard for a while now, his t-shirt clinging to his chest. He pinches the fabric and unsticks it, letting some of the breeze in, but doesn’t help much.

“Just once,” Daniel says, unable to help the pleading note in his voice. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Josh walks over to the table near the house where their sweating beer bottles sit and takes a long swig. Daniel watches the bob of his throat, watches him lick the moisture from his bottom lip when he sets the bottle back down. When he turns back toward Daniel, he starts tossing the ball from hand to hand again, putting a spin on it, the silence stretching until it makes Daniel’s skin prickle with discomfort.

“Alright,” Josh says at last, “but I don’t want to hear your crying if it hurts.” He beckons Daniel with two fingers. “Come here. I need to show you how to catch it first.”

“I know how to catch it,” Daniel says, but he jogs over anyway.

“You know how to catch a ball thrown by a buddy,” Josh says. When Daniel stops a couple feet away, Josh lunges for his wrist and drags him in closer. “You don’t know how to catch a pass thrown by one of the most powerful arms in the NFL.”

“Fuck,” Daniel says, embarrassingly, out loud. He jerks his wrist out of Josh’s hand and wipes his palms on his shorts. “Fine, fine. Show me, then.”

Josh tucks the ball into his armpit, then cups his hands together, a foot or so out from his chest. “This is the way you have been catching it,” he says. “Which is good if you’re a professional receiver. But this time—” He brings his hands to his chest and turns his palms upward— “let it hit your chest first and kinda fall into your hands.”

He motions for Daniel to show him, and Daniel mimics his hand placement as best he can, hands cupped near his stomach. Josh rolls his eyes and puts his hands under Daniel’s, nudging them upward and squeezing, molding them into the shape he wants. His fingers are softer than Daniel thought they’d be, maybe a little callused but still gentle. Daniel can feel his heart thundering against his ribs, and he can only hope Josh can’t feel it too, close as he is.

“And, uh,” Daniel says, voice cracking, “what’ll happen if I don’t to it right?”

“Oh, nothin’ much.” Josh grins, winks at him. “Just a broken finger or two, maybe. But I hear you already have some experience with that anyway.”

Daniel lets out a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “Christ.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Josh says. “I’ve never broken anyone’s fingers.” He pushes on Daniel’s shoulder, like he’s trying to wrestle some of the tension out of him, then points past Daniel’s ear to the far side of the pool. “Go to that corner over there. Then put your hands like I showed you. I’ll put the ball where it needs to be, and you’ll be fine.”

If Josh keeps talking like that, Daniel’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself. His shorts are too loose, too thin, and he’s already half hard in them. He wonders, sometimes, if players get like this during games, if it’s normal to be turned on by the perfect tight spiral or the smack of leather against your skin. He’s not sure if it’s the game, the thrill of it, or if it’s Josh, all that power right up close, all of it focused on Daniel.

He turns and jogs back over to the far side of the pool, getting as close to the edge of the deck as he dares. Sweat is dripping into his eyes, and swiping a forearm across his head doesn’t help much. After this, a cold shower. He fucking needs it.

“Alright,” Josh calls to him, “you ready?”

Daniel puts his hands in position and looks to Josh for approval. “Like this?”

“That’s fine,” Josh says. “A little higher, maybe.” Daniel brings his hands up another inch, and Josh nods at him. “That’s good. Now…don’t move.”

The windup feels like it takes forever. Daniel watches Josh’s arm, the bulge of his bicep, the way the muscles of his forearm shift as he brings the football up past his ear. His feet jig a little, his body arcs back. The expression on his face—it’s like he’s already so fucking pleased with himself, and he ball hasn’t even left his hand yet. Daniel wants to reach down and adjust himself, but he can’t move. He isn’t allowed to move. Josh told him not to.

Then, suddenly, the ball is shooting through the air, so fast Daniel can’t even track it like he should. Good thing Josh is a pro and didn’t need Daniel to track it. It hits his chest right where it was supposed to, so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of him, and his fingers curl around it instinctively, hugging it into his body.

“Holy fuck, mate,” Daniel says in disbelief. His palms are still stinging from the last throw, and now his chest aches, and—he feels like he’s losing his mind, but he wants more. It’s still not enough. He wants to catch ten more passes like this. Twenty. He wants his whole chest to hurt, his whole body to be one big bruise.

“You okay?” Josh says, and suddenly he’s right there in front of Daniel again, prying the football out of his hands. “All good?”

“Yeah, I—” Unthinkingly, Daniel reaches down and lifts up the hem of his shirt, looks down at his chest. He expected—maybe was hoping—to see a mark there already, but the skin is just a little red, a faint starburst in the center of his breastbone.

“You’ll have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow,” Josh says. He pokes the spot with two fingers, and the throb of pain makes Daniel’s dick throb in sympathy. If Josh looks down, Daniel’s fucked.

Of course, Josh does look down.

“Hmm.” The sound comes from somewhere deep in Josh’s chest, and this time Daniel’s whole body throbs. “Is that for me? Or the ball?”

That nervous laugh bubbles out of Daniel’s mouth again. He feels so fucking unsexy right now, like he’s in one of those nightmares where’s he’s shown up to school in his underwear. “I dunno, dude,” he says. “You get a personal demonstration of the talent of someone you admire and see how you react.”

“Mhm,” Josh hums again, thoughtfully this time. “No, I know.”

He touches Daniel again, pressing his thumb against the spot on Daniel’s chest and rubbing gently. Anymore of this, and Daniel’s going to have to climb out of his own skin. He takes a deep, shaky breath and pastes on a smile, then steps backward so Josh’s hand is hovering in midair, nothing left to touch.

“Anyway.” Daniel steps out of his shoes. He tugs his shirt off the rest of the way, refusing to notice whether Josh is still looking or not. “I gotta get out of this heat. You coming?”

He’s a coward, but he doesn’t wait for Josh’s answer, only steps around him and takes a flying leap into the pool. The cool water closes over his head like relief. He floats there, weightless, until his lungs burn.