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Can I request Bucky & touch starved?
.â・Small Adjustments・â.
Bucky Barnes x plus size reader
To Bucky, touch brought with it pain and suffering but maybe it can be different with you
Warnings: Â touch starved!Bucky, fluff, mutual pining, mention of torture, bit of hurt/comfort WC: 1.3k
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It was an unspoken agreement amongst the Avengers that under no circumstances was Bucky to be touched. There were one too many instances of him lashing out at even the smallest of touches and after Peterâs arm was almost broken when he grabbed Buckyâs shoulder to steady himself after tripping, the rule was firmly set in place.Â
Touch had always been the harbinger of pain to Bucky. He had experienced and survived thousands of experiments; he knew the difference between acids just based on how much they burned him when they made contact with his skin. He knew what it was like to be ripped apart from the inside out as he was stitched back together while fully conscious. Buckyâs nerves were permanently scarred with each and every moment of pain, ensuring that he would never forget what he had gone through. Needless to say, he appreciated the physical distance the Avengers afforded him, even if it did make his chest ache sometimes.
He saw the friendly touches between them allâ a hug after a hard mission, a clap on the back during training, even the occasional platonic cuddling during movie nights and he couldnât help but be envious, especially when it came to you.
You were, by far, the most affectionate person he had ever met. You didnât hesitate to wrap yourself around anyone who needed a hug, your hand was quite frequently clamped with someone elseâs (Natashaâs or Wandaâs more often than not). You werenât selfish with your touch and though it could be deadly thanks to your training, Bucky knew that you would never hurt the people you cared about.
âBarnes~ where are you!â Buckyâs lips curled into a gentle smile as your voice floated through the hallway, immediately brightening up the entire building.
âIâm in the kitchen, doll!â He shouted back before your footsteps quickened and you burst into the room. Your eyes, although still bleary with sleep even though it was 2 in the afternoon, positively sparkled as soon as you spotted the ex-assassin. Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, and you flustered slightly, looking down at what you were wearing.
âI thought I lost that shirt.âÂ
âYeah well donât leave your stuff out if you donât want someone to steal it.â You shrugged as you skipped over to the pot of fresh coffee still sitting in the machine.
âI seem to remember putting that shirt away, in my closet, in my locked bedroom.â Bucky took a sip of his own coffee.
âI donât know what to tell you, I think old age is finally getting to you.â You tried to hide your warming cheeks behind your mug but he could see right through you.
âWhatever you say doll.â A comfortable silence settled over the both of you for a moment before you cleared your throat.
âSo⌠we have the place to ourselves today,â Bucky knew what was coming, âwanna binge-watch Supernatural with me?â You looked up at him with such a hopeful expression on your face, it made his heart skip a beat.
âI don���t know, I was planning on going for a long run today.â His voice tilted up but in your post-sleep haze, you couldnât pick up on the shift in his tone. Immediately, your eyes dropped and your bottom lip poked out. Buckyâs stomach flipped and suddenly all he wanted to do was to scoop you up into his arms and kiss away your pout. Instead, he blurted out quickly, âHey, hey. I was just teasing. Of course Iâll watch with you. Gotta see what Sean and Dan get up to.â
You sniffed. âItâs Sam and Dean and you know it. Donât pretend youâre not as obsessed as I am.â The band around his heart loosened.
âYeah sure. You want Chinese or Thai?â He fished his phone out from his pocket.
âLike you even have to ask.â You retorted.
ââââââ
You felt like you were sitting next to a feral cat as the food coma finally set in. Empty boxes of food were scattered around the coffee table in front of you while yet another episode started up but it wasnât as if you were paying any sort of attention to the screen in front of you.
Somehow, during your feast of questionable takeout, Bucky had migrated from where he had been perched on the other side of the couch to sitting beside you, the thick muscle of his thigh almost touching your knee where you were curled up. His blue eyes stayed glued to the TV while he sighed heavily and leaned back into the couch cushions.
You held your breath as his shoulders dropped, leaving barely an inch of space between you. This was the closest Bucky had ever gotten to you and you would be damned if you fucked this up. Of course you knew about his aversion to touch, you had even witnessed his violent response to it first hand but Jesus did you want to feel the heat of his skin, the strength of his body as he hugged you.
Bucky was undoubtedly your best friend out of all the Avengers yet he was the only one to have never felt your embrace.Â
Your body trembled as you tried to keep yourself still. You didnât want to accidentally brush against him and send him scrambling off but you also didnât want to move away and give him the impression that you didnât want him near you. And selfishly, you did want him beside you if only to fuel your hopeless crush on the man.Â
There was a gunshot on the screen, startling you. You jumped and suddenly, you were half on top of Bucky.Â
Your palm spread across the expanse of his stomach, letting you feel the hardness of his abs and the warmth that radiated off of him. The tip of your nose brushed against his as your eyes locked. You both stayed there for a second before the reality of the situation hit you squarely in the chest.
âOh god Bucky Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean to.â You threw yourself back against the arm of the couch as panic bubbled up in your gut. Bucky remained frozen where he sat, both his hands slightly raised as he looked down at his lap. âBucky I-â Your voice was thick with tears.Â
You shook your head as you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes, desperately trying to keep them away. How stupid were you? You knew you shouldâve just given him some more space, paid attention to the TV so you would know if something would startle you. Do literally anything else besides jumping on the man with severe trauma. You messed everything up.
âDoll,â Bucky cooed as his hand gently wrapped around your wrists, slowly pulling them down so he could look at you, âIâm not mad.â
âYouâre not?â He chuckled softly, now bringing your hands into his lap so he could hold them.
âHow could I ever be mad at you? I know it was an accident but more than that, I know you would never want to hurt me. Iâm safe with you.â You could feel the slight tremble in his hands like he was struggling to keep touching you but Bucky refused to let go, he even shuffled closer to you. You nodded but stayed quiet. He finally smiled. âBesides, I think itâs time I got one of those famous Y/N hugs. Not now of course, Iâm way too fucked up for that, but soon.â
âDonât be mean to yourself Barnes,â you scolded, âlots of people hurt you. You get to be patient with healing. We just make small adjustments, build up to it yâa know.â
âYeah, small adjustments.â His right hand slid into your left, your fingers intertwining as you both melted back into the couch, your eyes drifting back to your show that neither of you would be paying any attention to. After a few minutes, Buckyâs thumb began to rub against the skin of your knuckles, a delicate back and forth that both sent a flurry of butterflies into flight in your stomach and ignited your cheeks with a blazing heat.
Small adjustments indeed.
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IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung
IVE's Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader Smut
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Categories | daddy kink, brat!Wonyoung, squirting, blowjob, please appreciate Wonyoung's power bottom capabilities
Sorry, Yena is coming out sometime but I wanted to finally write something timely. JANG WONYOUNG WHAT THE FUCKKKKK.
Please bear with the religious metaphors, I have Catholic guilt and Wonyoung reignites it. I'm not sorry for all the other fucked up shit here I'm just ooga boogaing because what the FUCK
Itâs a little brighter today than usual. The sun surely knows what's about to happen upon its rising. It has no plans of telling you beforehand, so youâre forced to find out yourself.Â
You open Instagram, which is insane because you never bother to look at picturesâmuch less edited, filtered ones made for meaningless impressions. Your blissful ignorance of online concepts is what would make your fans hate you if they had space in their deluded hearts to. Or maybe thatâs your age talking.
But today, clicking on that app is what you do, and that already should have been a sign that somethingâs not right. The usual run of your universe has gone off course. Who could have made that so?
Coffee. The black stillness thatâs pure of sweetness and sugar. Thatâs supposed to keep everything normal. You sip on it as you scroll through clickbait, fan accounts, editsâ
Then you wish you never took that hot gulp at all.
Wonyoung.Â
Itâs all because of her.Â
She stands there from behind your screen, silky hair tangled in those lithe long fingers. Sheâs looking at the camera like she wants whoever took the time to click on her profile to come over and fuck her right now. Man or woman, poor or richâit doesnât matter. What ought to matter though is the fact that she doesnât have someoneâs hands slipped around her waist and pulling her close.
You shouldnât even be thinking about it.
Usually, sheâs dressed in knitted pink coats and miniskirts; looking fashionable but modest, modest but unplain. Thatâs what everyone loves about Jang Wonyoung: sheâs prim, sweet, and the daughter of the nation.Â
Now, sheâs the ideal girl to take right home and have your wicked way with. Yes, youâd feel guilty since sheâs so young, just the little age of nineteen. Still, that doesnât mean youâd have any regrets. Sheâs the kind of girl you canât get away from. Youâll always come back for more.
Youâd hate to be so upfront, but thereâs no other way to interpret it.Â
Thereâs that fucking denim bra hugging her tiny chest, stitched up so high that her abs are on full display. That little pinch of a waist curves so perfectly right up to her wide hips that invite and invite and inviteâ
Remember to exhale.
So, yeah. Thatâs how Wonyoung ruined your day, and you barely had your morning coffee.
A text message from your boss appears. You nearly miss it because of how youâre staring all ogle-eyed at the tempting girl on your screen. Before you even click it, you already know what you ought to do.Â
hey, it reads, you need toâ
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âgo to Wonyoung, and for such a scandalous photo, sheâs chosen a remote but classy hotel only the biggest stars know of to shoot it.Â
Thereâs no going back when you drive like youâre running from the law when youâll break one if you pull the wrong stunt with her. Your throatâs coiled with an unreleased breath that wonât go away unless you see her. Itâs like traveling with the promise of meeting a goddess, and although youâre not religious anymore, you wear very, very close to rediscovering faith.
The hotel is grandâclear marble floors and shining chandeliersâand itâs no surprise. Wonyoung wouldnât have things any other way. You know that when sheâs come to your office to complain about her outfits and brands.Â
You go up to the desk with prepared evidence for what youâre going to say. âIâm an associate of your client miss Jang Wonyoung,â you say to the lady tapping away behind her computer, âand Iâve come to visit her.â
Associate? Itâs more like mentor. Youâre a veteran idol whose efforts inspire the rookies, therefore getting you the responsibility of looking out for Wonyoung. So, father figure, maybe? You wince at that.
She makes a polite sad look, still not removing her eyes from the screen. âIâm sorry, miss Jang doesnât haveââ
Slide your ID card on the counter.
She glances at it, stiffens, then looks up at you. Thereâs only one of you in the entire South Korea, and although the 1x1 traces back to when you were a bit more youthful, itâs not hard to put two and two together.Â
She apologizes quickly and offers you an elevator ride exclusive for VVIPs. Smile. Itâs been a while since your last return to music, but everyone knows you here. Everyone knows your power.
Wonyoungâs place is the first room on the twelfth floor, a flinching irony.
Knock. You rap your knuckles three times for good luck and charm, because youâll need it with her. Jang Wonyoung is everything save an easy girl. You remember the many times she refused to give up a debate on how sheâs managed, how sheâs styled, how sheâs treated. She wants things to go her way only.
âWonyoung,â you call out. Fidget with the handle of the door that refuses to budge. âItâs me.â
Knock a little more. Thereâs no eye behind the peekhole or a soft âcome in.â You receive only the unlocking of the furnished knob and a welcome that makes you wish this could go the way your morals would want it to go.
The door opens you to a gorgeous suite thatâs the supreme of all room tiers. This is the kind that only the richest of the rich are able to attain. Big as a house with a soft carpeted ground, thereâs a queen-sized bed before a wide window of the city. Picture frames commissioned by the wealthy hang from the painted walls. All for the fucking aesthetic.
Even you, a star who paved the way for the Korean entertainment industry itself, arenât used to this type of wealth.Â
Find her sitting on the ledge of the window frame. Wonyoung has her hands resting on the sides of the window frame. She doesnât try at least a stance at nonchalanceâno admiring stare at the beautiful view, no worried gaze at her clean fingernails. Her interest is you standing before her like youâre afraid to touch her. She might be right, but itâs not like youâd ever have it in you to admit that.
Even you, a man lusted over by girls and women all over the world, arenât used to this kind of womanâthe kind that eats away at you.
âWonyoung.â Inside, you feel like the weakest man in the world.
She has this smarmy, confident smile on her perfect lips that tells you that itâs no surprise that youâve come all the way here for her. No surprise at all. She expected it. Anticipated it, if you will.
Donât mistake the coquettish float of her lashes for theatrics. No, Jang Wonyoungâs just naturally someone youâd want to fuck, no matter the politics of it. âYes?â
Her voice is also just that pretty. Thatâs a large part of why itâs so hard to act professional in front of her when sheâs your mentee. Even more so by the fact youâre someone sheâs looked up to for the majority of her trainee years, which is already something that would make peopleâs brows lift.
âWonyoung.â You let your shoulders rest. âWhy are you still dressed like that?â
You know all the dialogue that passes around the general public. Oh, Jang Wonyoungâs so gorgeous! Jang Wonyoungâs even more beautiful in real life! You hate to say you canât disagree. Sheâs deadlier in person; her bodyâs there before the glass like sheâs waiting for someone to give in to temptation. That coy simper can ruin careers. It can ruin yours.Â
To think it all could be gone because of a nineteen-year-old celebrity with a tiny waist and legs youâd love to have around your head.
âWhy are you still dressed like someone from the eighties?â Wonyoung taps her chin, then grins. Sheâs figured it all out. âOh wait, you are.â
Youâre not taking insults from someone whoâs below you in experienced years and power. Unluckily, sheâs not taking advice from someone above her or below her.
The step you take towards her, towards the little star seated comfortably waiting for you, feels like a sin.Â
âYouâre incredibly unprofessional for a girl whoâs worked her way up here,â you note. Cross your arms and give her a reprimanding look.Â
Wonyoungâs immune to nasty looks, too. Sheâs been doing this since she was a child. If someone gave her a glare that read all too well of a career assassination, sheâd wink the bullet away sweetly. âHm,â she says contemplatively, âI donât think you get to say that, honestly.â
Your laugh is blunt and sarcastic. Unbelievable. Wonyoungâs the kindest girl according to the people who work for her, so why is she a rebel in your hands? It doesnât make sense.
âLook here, weââ
You take three steps closer to her. Youâll keep your little rituals and superstitions to keep yourself grounded. Without them, youâd go insane.Â
Then without her having to do anything, she comes nearer, like a doomsday foretold by a ticking clock. Who knows? That clock could be a bomb, and that bomb would set off if you dare to touch her with a trembling fingertip. Youâd leave the scene injured. And eventually, youâd die the moment they try to help you, because the deedâs been done.
âOh, Iâm looking, alright,â she chirps. Sheâs doing what youâve held yourself back from doing: letting her eyes wander. âAnd I really, really like what I see.â
Youâre someone several awards her senior, and youâre still quite intimidated by her at this moment. Sheâs so sweet yet so honestâshe wonât make up a lie to make you feel better and she wonât hide the truth to make you comfortable. Refuse the truth her eyes locked on your crotch tell. You wonât accept it. Itâs not right.
âIâm serious.â Approaching her makes you want to go on your knees and beg the lord for a little saving. Do it anyway. No one will rescue you. Thatâs what the industry taught you. âYouâve made it all the way up here. All by yourself. Thereâs gotta be something. What are you throwing it all away for?â
She laughs. Funniest thing sheâs ever heard. âIâm not. How am I throwing it all away?âÂ
âThose posts,â you hiss. Doesnât she get it?
Before she could ask you what youâre talking about, you whip out your phone. Click on the app icon. It instantly shows you the opened tab containing Wonyoungâs recent Instagram posts. Look at her, wrapped in nothing, not even those curtainsâgiving the camera bedroom eyes when girls her age shouldnât be shooting them at anyone or be aware of how to.Â
Itâs already massed a million likes in under an hour. But you know what people who turn on anyone easily will say, and what they say could blot Wonyoungâs bright future by a lot. A million people around the world have caught sight of the abs sheâs worked hard for, her toned back, and just about everything. A loud minority with frisky influences can sabotage her whole reputation.
âThese posts,â you continue, shoving the screen into the poor girlâs face, âcan take away everything youâve worked for. All that fame, all that money, you canât brag about them after this.â
Wonyoung looks on innocently. She stares at the screen with uninterested eyes, then switches them back on you. She looks like such a good girl in that second, with her hands seated beside her and that face so full of sparkling perfection.Â
Deception canât lead you away.Â
âSo, whatâs it gonna be, Wonyoung?âÂ
Long silence that builds up your frustration. Finally, she clicks her tongue. Gives you a shrug of her thin shoulders.
âYou liked it.â
âWhat?â
She points to your phone. âYou liked my post,â she repeats. âIt says so right there.â
What the hell is she talking about?
You look at the device youâre brandishing. For a while, you canât find out what sheâs referring to. You can never take a liking to her posts, although if they switch on something you didnât know you can feel. Youâd die beforeâ
The heart.Â
Wait.
The heart button below her set of pictures is filled with red.
Your heart pumps faster, a button pushed and played.
Fuck.
You turn to her and open your mouth. No sensible words come out. You swear you didnât tap twice on her update or take it to a private setting. How did it happen? Worse, even if you say that to her, sheâd take it as a pathetic lie.
Wonyoung giggles. Itâs a tinkly sound thatâs adorable, but youâve long realized that being cute is not all there is to her. She rises slowly, sets her palms over your blazer-clad arms, and gives you an empathetic face. Itâs so condescending that you want to dissolve.Â
âI know what men like you are all about,â she tells you. She speaks with a sultriness that makes you feel warm and has bumps appearing in masses across your skin.
She smiles. Her eyes disappear into crescent moons and the dimple appears on her cheek. Youâre done for.Â
âCome on,â Wonyoung continues, squeezing your forearms. âHere you are, a big old man known for being a good singer or whatever. Youâre so popular that the first thing that pops up on Naver is your face. Everything goes right for you, doesnât it?â
You have no idea where sheâs going with this. Youâre afraid to even ask. Your teeth grit as her massages grow stronger, harder.Â
Something else is, too.
âThen, of course, you see me.âÂ
Her hand. Itâs curling around your wrist and bringing your fingers right around that flawless waist. She closes them there tightly.
Itâs so bad that itâs good. You want to keep touching her, maybe slip your gliding fingers down her jeans. Oh, you shouldnât. You canât.
âYou see me, and you get all hot and bothered. And whatâs so funny is Iâm not even doing anything. Iâm just being myself, you know. Being young and rich⌠a beautiful girlâŚâ Wonyoung is unbuttoning your shirt and you donât realize it. âYou canât understand how Iâm allowed to be this hot when you canât even fuck me with a normal conscience.â
Itâs all so wrong. You want to shake her by the shoulders and tell her to shut up. But if Medusa has her eyes, Wonyoung has her lips to turn you to stone. They keep opening elegantly to speak the filthiest, most fucked up shit, and you canât deny anything.
Her eyes are creased with knowing pride. Her youth doesnât rescue her from being so messed in the head already. Those thoughts donât go along with such a pretty face.
âThatâs why you like to get rough with me. You tell me to watch how I speak, watch how I act. You tell me to stop talking to you like youâre no one. You tell me that Iâm such a little brat. But you only do that so you can get to control me. Thatâs your most fucked up dream, right?â
Her mouth is the tiniest space away from your chin.Â
Youâre another word away from saving yourself a spot in damnation.
Her finger that scratches a flaw on your blazer beckons you to the fire. âYouâre not breaking the law or anything,â says Wonyoung, âso why not break me instead, daddy?â
Thatâs a deal sealed with a rough kiss.
You grab her cruelly and cover her lips with yours. Theyâre more amazing than you imagined, soft and competent with how she pushes in deeper, depriving herself of the air she needs the most just to get what she needs just a bit more:
You.Â
Your tongues collide and clash, striving to get the most taste. She pulls your blazer off (because fuck professionalism, right?) while she kisses you with a hunger thatâs equally mental and physical. Itâs not like sheâd bruise up if you didnât get your hands on her yet itâs close to that.Â
And, in your case, itâs not like youâre breaking any law. Sheâs nineteen, not anywhere under the limits youâd kill others and yourself for touching. Nonetheless, youâre much olderâby age, she could be your daughter; by career, sheâs your junior; by power, youâre much stronger.Â
So, itâs still so wrong.
Canât be when Wonyoungâs fist, firm around your cock, feels so right.Â
Canât be when she lands on the edge of the bed with her lips parted in delight as she watches your dick stiffen under her service.Â
âThere you go, daddy,â she coos, smirking. âJust get all hard for me, then you can stuff that big thing up in my pussy.â
Her thumb toys with your cockhead. You purse your lips to hold back a groan. Let go of it anyway when her smooth, closed palm rubs your sensitive flesh. She cups your balls lovingly before gliding her teasing fingertips under your length, right up to your tip. The girl knows how to do this; sheâs good at more things other than MCing and performing.
Wonyoung hones this skill with firmer pumps, giving you the handjob of a lifetime. Her long fingers are just made to handle dick. Each stroke is perfection that holds and pulls and slides. Youâre leaking so much already.Â
So you turn into the driver of the hate train, the press that loves getting her bad angles and the articles that slash up her name:
Blame it all on her.Â
Because you have here a girl, young and pretty and confident, so of course you have to scrape off your sins and nail them all on her, like a quivering hand to wood.
âYou think youâre getting it that easily?â you say. Your moan is squeezed in your throat. âBaby, youâre not even close to it.â
Wonyoung smirks. Itâs that self-assured, elegant smile that tells you that wonât work on her. She might be a rookie, but she knows how to play the game.Â
She tightens her grip painfully. Thatâs what you get for trying to one her up. Do that to anyone, just not Jang Wonyoung. Your cry goes unheard as she yanks you rather than jerks you off. Spits on your head for good measure. Wonyoungâs eyes make a connection with your soul and says, Yep, thatâs what Iâd do if you werenât my senior. In fact, Iâd do it regardless. Iâd choke and spit and leave you to die, because a pretty Samaritan is better than a good one.
âYouâre really out of touch, daddy.âÂ
With Wonyoung slathering her drool all over you, youâre forced to teeter on the line between heaven and hell. It burns yet the offer of pleasure leaves you sated.
âYou think Iâm like the pretty girls out there? Other girls might have broken down and begged you to come back.âÂ
Your rod is subjected to a brief torrid kiss, then a smile as the wicked girl looks up at you.
She laughs, gives you this smile full of haught and womanly power. âToo bad Iâm Jang Wonyoung,â she says, her last words before taking you in.
Yes, itâs too bad sheâs Jang Wonyoung. Itâs too bad sheâs not the other girls whoâd kneel for a burning touch of stars like you. She wouldnât be holding control over you with the power of her lips if she had sanity in that pretty head.
Her plump tiers wrap around you and seize everything, encasing it in softness and wetness. Her tongue, the one she uses as a killer expression for her selfies and Instagram updates, kills you all the same with how it swirls around your skin and tastes you. Trying to pretend the girl wasnât a pro at this like she is with everything else is useless. Sheâll keep proving you wrong and overpowering you.
The whole of your shaft is sucked in, then, when her cute nose is pressed directly to your stomach, she lets out a hummed laugh. You shudderâas much as it makes you feel good, fear grips your muscles and makes them limp. Sheâs loving how wrong everything is, and youâre not sure if you like it.
Her jaw slacks, and then Wonyoungâs swallowing you like youâre water. Canât be water when youâre this solid in her throat. You let out a shivering groan. You can picture the bulge in Wonyoungâs neck and itâs the last thing youâd count on turning you on, but they did tell you to expect the unexpected.Â
Her saliva becomes excessive, resulting in some dribbles down her chin that help her work her mouth on you. Wonyoungâs drool sheens you entirely and she keeps adding more. On the occasion she pushes her face into your stomach, your cock gets wetter. She does, too.Â
âFuck.â Cussing wonât help deter the onslaught of pleasure. Youâre unsalvageable. Say it anyway. You babble meaningless, slurred words and not one gets to Wonyoung. All she can hear is the sound of your quivering moans and her mouth taking you all in.
She becomes less of an idol, less of the elegant princess for the cameras, and instead a fleshlight. However, she reminds you that it isnât that way with a fierce sneer that stays on at all times. Sheâs not your girlâsheâs Jang Wonyoung, and youâre already incredibly lucky that she chose to go down on you.
All that beautiful hair isnât of any purpose if you donât get to touch it, to gather it in a ponytail, to pull on it. Your fingers creep into her brown locks not only to give it a little meaning but also for sanity.Â
That isnât a thing in Wonyoungâs world. She pulls your hand off and slaps it on your side. âNo,â she says with a shake of her head. âDaddy canât touch me, not when heâs pretending that heâs hot shit.â
Her nails bury themselves in your hips. Oh, the manicured talons of a gorgeous monster. Oh, the pain that runs through your sides. Should you run before she devours you? Too late for that.
âWonyoung,â you breathe, and then ask, genuinely: âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â
Sheâs so proper and serene on her shows that not even her most desperate fan would think sheâs a terror. They donât know sheâs a girl who likes older, weaker men whoâd ruin her if she hasnât the pretty face and attractively black heart to do them the favor instead.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?âÂ
Youâd respond if you knew the answer.
Wonyoung rubs her thumb under your dick, sending little sparks aflying. âWhyâd you kiss me earlier?â Her lipstick decorates it as a kinder girl would to your face. âWhy didnât you grab my hair and tell me to be a good girl? Why didnât you leave? Itâs not my fault you want to fuck me.â
All these words of destruction and your cock remains standing. Itâs a staunch reminder to her that you can say whatever you want and the hard evidence remains. You want to fuck Wonyoung. You want to do it to a rookie whoâd turn the story around on you if it ever came out. You want to fuck her so bad itâs borderline pitiable.
âIâm just giving you what you want, daddy.â Her fingers caress your sides. âTrust me, I could be a very good girl if I wanted to.â
You almost didnât believe that until Wonyoung started to suck you off again.Â
Her lips stroke you effortlessly as if this were her pastime. Thatâs your most accurate guess, because this seamless performanceâthe one of her mouth working on you with the impression that this whole thing is nothing to herâcanât be a natural gift. The combination of dripping saliva and her soft lips is lethal.
Itâs unbelievable how she manages to find all your tender spots. She preys on them, licking and licking until youâre very sure you were going to blow all over her. But you canât give her that satisfaction.Â
Youâre very close to doing so though. Sheâs perfectly sloppy and rough. You glare at her when she lightly teases her teeth on your girth. She winks at you in response. She leaves you breathless in so many ways.Â
âWonyoung, Wonyoung, godââ you whine. Itâs so hard to adapt to the girl sitting there with that innocent face and wild mouth that doesnât dare give up on you.Â
Her expressions on camera are always poised. Off camera, thereâs this one she flashes you as she shoves her face into your stomach that looks downright evil. Although sheâs already fucking you with her throat, Wonyoung partners it with strong suction thatâs sure to drain you.Â
âYes, daddy?â She doesnât pant when she goes up for air, replacing her sucking with her long fingers.Â
âIâm really close,â you admit. Itâs obvious from your shaking legs.Â
Sounds of returned wet suction start to increase. Criticism and compliments prod Wonyoung on. How else would she improve in her idol life? In blowing you? In devouring you?
You realize youâre fitting the clichĂŠ. Thereâs you, an idol whose name is uttered on the daily by both young and old fans, igniting a scandal in the making by fucking a girl beneath you in everything. Thereâs this expensive suite where stars go for a little precious privacy to do what they want. Thereâs the two of you doing exactly what you desire: fucking each other. Thereâs the classic maneater trope with how itâs more like Wonyoung fucking youâshe fucks you with her face, fucks you in the head, fucks with your righteousness. Well, fuck.
Wonyoung drools so much that youâre invited to a sea the moment your head pushes past her tongue again. Itâs slicker, sloppier, and so much sexier because sheâs so completely devoted to your cock. Her hypnotizing eyes trap you and so does her body, tight and tinyâthat tummy is flatter than a board and only thin panties hide what her long legs lead to from the bottom.
The only time she stops sucking you is when she darts her tongue side to side with an unhinged pace on your sensitive tip. âGood. Cum in my throat.â
âShit, god, I canâtââ
Wonyoung attacks you again, and there, in her warm orifice, your plentiful orgasm spends itself. Her throat welcomes you tightly every time. Her hot restricted breaths fan your groin and evokes more semen that spills with no care.Â
Your hands ball into fists. Although youâre hot and shaking, you canât touch her. Why are you following her rules when it should be the other way around? Itâs a reversal of roles, a Stockholmâs Syndrome of some sorts whose victim is your cock never wanting to leave from the predatory embrace of Wonyoungâs puckered kiss.
Of course, after she gathers all of your cum in the pool of her mouth, she swallows.
She really could be a good girl.
âAwh.â Wonyoung pouts mockingly. âDaddy, are you crying?â
Touch your face. To your horror, sheâs right. The electricity and shock of her continuous blowjob results in a few tears on your cheeks. You havenât done that in years. Wonyoung is the first one to make you cry like this.
You flush. What more to hide your weakness than anger? âWonyoung,â you start, then you realize you donât know what to say, âIâyouââ
She smiles. You arenât going anywhere.
She shoves you to the bed. Youâve reached rock bottom in spite of the softness of the quality pillows. Youâll scrape your way out if not for Wonyoung finishing the job by keeping you there assisted by her legs. They close around you with not even a courtesy false promise of an escape. No negotiation, no coaxes.Â
Wonyoung is sitting on your crotch but not on your dick, which is a problem. Which is a solution. Her hands are pinned to your chest while you try not to meet her eyes. Itâs a losing game when your runaway glances are met by her grinding hips, silky thighs, and the hard, flexing abs of a perfection of a midriff.Â
Her fingers tug on the waistband of her panties before slowly slipping them off. Her pink pussy clear of blemish or hair comes in contact with your length. Up and down she goes, her dancing hips always seeking for more friction. You understand their need because you share the sameâWonyoungâs splayed lips on your member feel heavenly. Itâs kind of disappointing that she might as well have climbed her way out of hell.
If she did, sheâs the prettiest little devil youâve ever seen.
âOhhh, donât you get it?â Wonyoung asks. She moves so smoothly, you nearly forget sheâs humping you rather than dancing. Her soft moan brings you back. Itâs the first time youâve heard it, and youâre melting; it sounds so seductive and innocent in the same breath.
You know her. She knows you. So itâs clear: Jang Wonyoung can be anythingâsupermodel, actress, dancerâbut she cannot ever be innocent.Â
Her gorgeous voice is silky when it twists into moans and gasps. Looking down at your crotches meeting and swaying is a better show than end-of-the-year performances. The blowjob and commanding you around must have turned her on by a lotâher flesh is hot and wanton with juices as it slides up and down you.
âYouâre not going anywhere, daddy!â Wonyoung giggles. She kisses your nose, then your chest until her lipstick marks you. You burn up with feverish lust after each peck. âDaddy is only Wonyoungâs. And I knew your perfect cock would be mine when I posted those pics. I know men like daddy would do anything for me.â
âWonyoung.â Breathe again, because youâll need to after this, so why not do it now? âWhy are you doing this?â
You thought her flirtatiousness in your office was just her coyness coming out to play. Sheâd rest her chin on your desk, suck a red lollipop on some days, maybe run her fingertips over your knuckles. Day in and out, she plays the same game. You didnât know it would reach this level.
âBecause I want to mess you up, daddy,â Wonyoung says. Her tongue swipes at the cavern of your mouth right until she nibbles at your lower lip. Her lipstick peppers your face. âI want to fuck my daddy up so bad heâll never go a day without thinking of me.â
Swallow. The friction of your sexes is driving you crazy and close to the edge. All the same, you donât want to make a fool of yourself cumming early for Wonyoung.Â
What happened to your dynamics? Your relationship? There wasnât a romantic one, but it was always you holding the reins professionally and her just being an insistent passenger. Now sheâs wrapping that rein around your neck and claiming you for her own. Looks like you have control everywhere excluding the bed.
âThatâs it?â you ask. Shut your eyesâjust seeing her grind on you with her utterly wet cunt can make you bust. âYour career doesnât matter to you?â
âI could say the same thing to you.â Wonyoung lifts herself up and flashes that wicked smile again. âBut I want to feel this in me before you wimp out.â
You and Wonyoung fall down a bottomless hole of consequence and wrongs but Wonyoung makes sure to bottom out the first time she sits on your dick. She engulfs you whole and traps you there with her soaked, grippy walls that slide all the way down.Â
Youâd say her pussy has a vise grip, holding onto you like all goes wrong if it didnât, except you think it has the grip of a vice. Need for her juices that coat you replaces the need for alcohol. Even if you get out of this suite alive, (which is a low possibility), you can see yourself always coming back for more. You could be addicted to anythingâsmoking, eating, cheatingâbut it just so happened your vice is Wonyoung.
âDaddy!â she yelps, and from there you canât count the times she slams her cute butt down your thighs. âOh my god, daddy!â
Her dainty, cute yells make you throb inside her. Perhaps itâs the kittenish quality of it that turns you on so much. She sounds so appealing, so fucking ruinable that itâs surprising to see that sheâs doing the ruining here. Her expression in bed is more animated than the ones she makes onstageâher nearly closed eyes look upwards while her mouth falls open.Â
The squeeze of her tight, wet cunt renders your knees weak. Itâs a good thing youâre lying down. Wonyoung makes sure you stay that way by penetrating herself with you over and over again. Her being barely a weight on you doesnât stop you from lying there uselessly. You know better by now not to challenge her, not when each time you enter her vagina is better than the last. Her pussy is slippery and tight, proving to be the smallest and the best fit for your shaft simultaneously. Her hole is too tight and too good.Â
âIs this all for me, daddy? Huh?â Wonyoung circles her hips, making you moan, then continues her up-and-down movements. âYouâre so hard, you naughty daddy. I know you got a b-boner when you looked at my posts. Now Iâm giving you another one.â
You always thought of Wonyoung as justifiably confident yet arrogant. She told you once at your desk that she doesnât deserve a stylist who only has a four-star rating. She lamented about the lack of competence of her staff preparing her comeback stage. All those you turned down to give the topics of her complaints the benefit of the doubt, but you know sheâs right. She doesnât deserve less when sheâs better than the best. She doesnât deserve less when she knows her place: a royal throne. So you canât deny that sheâs too hot to handle, undiscriminating to you whose connections always have impossibly beautiful women somewhere in there.
Sheâs so hot that her small breasts bouncing from behind that denim bra and tube top looks appealing. Sheâs so hot that the heat between her legs grows wetter. Sheâs so hot that when her soft ass crashes down on you again, you donât find it a repetitive bore.Â
Sheâs so hot that youâd let the slim, tall girl use you until dusk turns to dawn, even if the curtains behind her are drawn apart and the secret cameras get to snap a photo.
âShit, Wonyoung,â you say, your core squeezing. âYouâre so fucking tight.â
âI bet youâve thought about this, daddy. You thought that one night, Iâll be so bad that you could book us a whole hotel and fuck me in all the rooms, just like this one. Iâm right, arenât I?â
âYes, fuck yes.â
âYou wanted to open my legs and use my little pussy all day long, huh? Until Iâm yours to throw around and do whatever?â
âY-yes.â Nod. Your face twistsâshe shouldnât speak when sheâs fucking you because all the filth she says makes you want to blow inside her already. Itâs the kind of truth that arouses rather than hurts.
Wonyoungâs riding switches to a rapid intensity that makes you yell. She lets you in so deep to the point that her butt cheeks touch your heavy balls. Sheâll drain them for sure; the pace she sets is terrifyingly quick. It seems that she becomes tighter after each bounce, and itâs not helping you hold out at all.
Watch the wildness in Wonyoungâs eyes become animalistic. It makes you all the more certain now of one solid fact: there is something seriously wrong with Jang Wonyoung.
She smirks. âWell, you got it wrong. Iâm not all yours, daddy.â She leans down, resting her palms on your shoulders. âYou are all mine.â
Her hands might as well be a chained collar waiting to close around your neck. Her devilish simper is supposed to scare you, not turn you on. Somehow, it does both.Â
She flicks back her hair as she sits up again. Through it all, her riding doesnât stop. âThis cock?â she asks before slamming her pussy down it with a different kind of ferociousness. Cry out but she shuts you up with a furious kiss. âItâs gonna be my dirty secret. Iâll always go to daddy after my schedules so I can make him cumâover and over again.â
To think that a young girl like her has you at her beck and call is laughable, but thereâs no laughing now. As you stare at Wonyoungâs fluid body and her hair bouncing beautifully, you realize she actually can have you for herself. It only took one Instagram post to lure you to her. She sees youâre falling deeper and deeper for her.
She didnât exactly tell you how to escape.
âYou gonna cum, daddy? Is my perfect pussy milking you?âÂ
You can do nothing except nod.
âOf course, I can feel you throbbing, i-itâs making me lose it,â gasps Wonyoung. Her whines are making you lose it yourself. âLetâs cum together, okay? You can only cum when you feel Wonyoung squirt all over your massive cock.â
She squeezes tighter on top of you when she reaches down to rub her clit. Sheâs in search of any kind of stimulation: the slap of her ass on your thighs, the upward shoves of your erection, the pulse of her clit. Her moans increase in their whiny girlishness. Their tender vulnerability makes you think she should be the one underneath your body though youâre aware thatâs never going to happen. Wonyoung belongs on top, just the same with her name in first place in the list of brand reputation rankings, browser searches, followers.
Once upon a time, you took charge over her. You managed her lessons, her videos, her behind-the-scenes duties. Funny how itâs the opposite now, wherein she jounces on you freely with the domineering message of caution: donât cum until she does.
And god, is she making that hard. Everything about her is so attractive, from the bounce of her hair to her midriff showing your entering cock to her pretty pink pussy clutching you. What gets you, however, is her faceâeveryone loves looking at that face. Today, youâre under an aphrodisiac for it: youâre in love with the roll of her eyes as she rides you, the pink on her cheeks, the part of her lips.Â
âFuck yes! Ugh, daddy, you feel so good inside meâŚâ Wonyoungâs core clenches and slides your penis along its textured, sensitive walls. Her gasp is straight out of fantasies. âYouâre balls deep, see? Look how your meatâs filling me. My pussyâs going to be so sore after this.â She chuckles. âWait, who says weâre stopping?â
You shudder. Youâre getting very close. Your earlier orgasm still has its effects on you. Youâre afraid youâre going to do something you shouldnât under her bedroom law. Sheâll imprison you with her thighs and waterboard you with all the girl cum she promised until you confess that sheâs the best fuck you ever had.Â
âDaddyâs going to cum so hard heâs probably going to breed me. Then Iâll, oh, Iâll feel it inside my tummy and itâs going to be a scandal. Wouldnât you like that? Getting to knock up Jang Wonyoung? I can hear you moaning. I think you really like that. I think thatâs why youâre thrusting up in me. You want to be a real daddy and make your baby girl a mommy. Thatâs so fucked up, you know that, right? You shouldnât be having sex with me, let alone breeding me. But youâre a fucking weak old man, so of course you like that.â
Youâre burning up. Theyâre the signs of whatâs to come. If her confident words inspire her young fans, her monologues of lust make you feel like youâre the worst person in the world. Of course, the boner is part of the effect.Â
You groan. âWonyoung, baby girl, pleaseââ
âOh god, daddy, Iâm going to cum!â she squeals. Her emotions control her and tell her to go harder, bounce harder, squeeze harder. Sheâs pushing past her limits. âAgh, agh, youâre cumming, too, right? Cum for me. Youâll beâfuck, my daddyâs going to make me cum! Iâm squirting all over his cock!â
She slams herself down roughly and repeatedly till your lower bodyâs flooded with her cum. You canât take it anymore. It feels like dying because you swear you can see stars in the ceiling, stars of lust in her eyes. La petite mort. How poetic, since Wonyoungâs screaming still sounds as beautiful as her singing and speaking.Â
Her shouts are close to breaking the windowsâ glass. Anyone can figure out whatâs happening without the destruction of the paneâthe curtains are wide open, letting the world see the youngest icon of the new generation pumping herself onto her co-worker.Â
You wonder if thereâs actually poor watchers out there seeing you cream Wonyoungâs princess pussy, grab her ass to guide her, and kiss her when she leans down.
Wonyoung tastes the best when sheâs squirting.
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Consequences always catch up no matter what. You can hide under a cloak, in another country, underneath the earth in a secluded bunker and all that wonât help. Youâll be stuck dealing with the outcome, thorns from a rose you thought was too pretty to have some.Â
Thatâs the first thing you remember when you wake up, wrapped in the bed sheets and by Wonyoungâs arms. Someoneâs calling you. Bad news: itâs your bossâthe ringtone itself sounds angry, too.Â
âHello?â you ask. You canât help the grogginess of your morning voice, try as you may. If your boss didnât know what happened, he can perfectly guess from the exhaustion riddling your greeting.Â
âYou dumb little shit.â You can feel the spittle of your bossâ insult from miles away, cities away, screens away. âYouâre lucky Iâm friends with the fucking CEO.â
âWhat happened?â
âDonât give me that. Some janitor saw you from the wing. I needed to hear it from you: did you fuck Jang Wonyoung?â
Unexpectedly, a veiny hand you remember holding something else grabs your phone. Wonyoung leans against your shoulder wearing nothing as she holds the phone to her ear.
âWhy?â she quips, loud and clear. âWouldnât you?â
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hello lovely angel!! humbly requesting zombie!steve au, perhaps more of jealous steve? i love their dynamic so muchđ maybe someone is flirting with reader, and enter protective steve:)
thanks for requesting! fem, 2k
You tend to think of it in two weird halves. You love Steve, and you never wouldâve known that without the end of the world, so things are okay. Sometimes you wonder if he ever couldâve loved you if he hadnât been so close to you for so long, but he loves you in this insane capacity of softness that says otherwise. Like, soulmate style.Â
It didnât begin that way. Steve your reluctant guide, and you his unlikely saviour. Youâd stopped him from dying at the very start of it all and he couldnât leave you behind. And Steve, heâd been mean to you. He didnât want to take care of you initially, but youâd grown to get along. Youâd argue black and blue and heâd still rub your back at night.Â
There are so many moments youâve shared that make what you have all the more special. A hundred different memories from before youâd ever kissed. You think about it now, watching him across the firepit as he shows a young girl, Cassandra, how to braid her hair.Â
The one thatâs sticking today is when Steve got really bad food poisoning for the first time. When youâd known you were in love with him for a while, and when heâd stopped pretending he didnât know. Heâd been sick everywhere, on both your shoes, and youâd rubbed his back through everything. Â
It was nice to take care of him. Nicer that night when youâd shared a bed and heâd hugged you half to death.Â
He has no idea how much he means to you, or how much those moments with him kept you going when you were all alone. Youâre lucky now to have found community, but those stolen hours in bed with him hugging him and getting to be his support, you wouldnât have made it here without them.Â
âHey.âÂ
You look up as a man sits down. A boy, a man âwhat do you call twenty somethings? You donât feel like a woman most of the time, but you are.Â
âHi,â you say.Â
âIâm Jamison.âÂ
âYouâre Eddieâs friend, right?âÂ
âWho, Munson?â Jamison makes a kidding face, a disgusted scrunch of his eyebrows that falls away to more friendly fondness. âYeah, we go back. Youâre Eddieâs friend too, right? I saw you guys taking out some laundry a few days ago.âÂ
Jamison is handsome. He has tan skin, short hair, and a crooked nose. His smile is disarming. If you hadnât fallen in love with the handsomest guy around, you might feel nervous under his gaze.Â
Time spent ugly under Steveâs reverent handling makes you confident. You genuinely feel prettier knowing Steve loves you, and it makes it easier to be yourself with strangers.Â
âEddieâs awesome,â you say easily. âI thought he was gonna kill me when we first met, but heâs too nice.âÂ
âNice, really?âÂ
Jamison is casual, as people go. You wonder what his motivations are for talking to you at first, but as conversation stretches, littered with the cracking pops of the fireplace and brief pauses of surprisingly comfortable silence, you realise heâs just talking. Maybe heâs lonely. You know how that feels.Â
He tells you that he and Eddie had been in a rock band together before the apocalypse. Youâd known to some extent that Eddie was in a band, but Jamison tells you all the details youâd been missing. They were called Corroded Coffin, four members, Eddie played guitar and Jamison thought he was pretty fucking good at it, actually.Â
âI donât think we wouldâve been, like, Metallica. But we couldâve been good. We were gonna make a record.âÂ
You smoke sympathetically. âI bet you couldâve been.âÂ
âWhat were you doing? Before all this?âÂ
âI honestly barely remember,â you say quietly. Your life before Steve is a blur, and itâs painful, too. âThings are harder now, I know that. I wish every day that we could go back to how things were, you know, I miss TV and grocery stores and my family.â You lick your lips. âI wish things were different, but somehow, I think I like my life now. I have stuff to do. Is that crazy?âÂ
âItâs not crazy. Everything fucking sucks,â âyou both laughâ âbut thatâs not crazy. Iâm lucky, I still have my dad, and my friends. Thereâs purpose in being here.âÂ
You nod emphatically, just once. âExactly.âÂ
You have purpose, now. You get to be a friend, a girlfriend, a confidente. You take care of people.Â
It all comes back to Steve, at the end of the day. Would you change the world if it meant never having met him?Â
Nope.Â
You glance across the fire for him, but heâs not there.Â
You put your arm behind your back and bend, looking for him.Â
âLooking for someone?â Jamison asks.Â
You deflate with relief when you spot him standing near the gaggle of tents about fifty feet away. Heâs looking at you from over Robinâs shoulder. You wave, and he waves back with a big smile.Â
Something seems a little wrong.Â
âSteve,â you explain.Â
âHeâs your boyfriend, yeah? Eddie told me youâve been together since the start.âÂ
You donât bother correcting him. He might not mean together as how youâre thinking it. âYeah, thatâs him. Have you met him?âÂ
âKind of. We all thought he was a huge dick, back then.âÂ
âHe sort of was,â you say. âI mean, we all had our own stuff going on. I get that Iâm biased, but heâs my favourite person Iâve ever met. Heâs so kind, I donât think I could describe it to you or anyone just how much he cares about people. I wouldnât be here without him, and⌠I donât know, Iâm not saying youâre wrong, but if you ever wanted to meet him again, heâs amazing. Heâs a great friend. Heâs so fucking funny, he makes me laugh every day.âÂ
âHeâs sort of giving me the stink eye,â Jamison says.Â
You wave your hand weakly. âHe has raging jealousy issues.âÂ
âShit, am I getting you in trouble?âÂ
âNo, never!â you say, tempted to laugh. âHe doesnât get mad at me for stuff like that. Heâs normal, I promise. Just sensitive.â
You tell Jamison that it was nice talking to him because it really was, but youâve been missing Steve for hours already and you need to get back to him before you go totally bonkers.Â
Heâs sitting on the floor in the tent. The weather has been beautiful lately, you could sleep under the stars if you werenât scared of being zombie charcuterie. Steve has stripped down to just his jeans and socks, no t-shirt or shoes to be seen. He has his sketchbook splayed open on his thigh, but he abandons it the moment you kneel down.Â
âHey,â you say.Â
Steve folds his book closed, pencil between its pages. âHi. Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?âÂ
You shuffle in to take his hand. Clumsy touches, his fingers warm and a tad clammy between yours. âYou told me yesterday that I have a smile like an angel. I know you were kidding, but I still felt it.âÂ
âI wasnât kidding,â he says, wrinkling his nose with a smile. âYou think every compliment is a joke.âÂ
âDonât make me laugh so much, then.âÂ
He squeezes your fingers gently. âSorry I didnât introduce myself to Jamison. Just, I knew him already from school. And he did not like me.âÂ
âThatâs okay. He seemed nice, I think youâd get along if you met now.â You kick your shoes off and crawl as close to him as you can get. He looks up at you, but you look down at his lap. âWhat are you drawing?âÂ
âI was just trying to touch up that landscape I did of the river,â he says, a sheepishness to him as he opens his sketchbook.Â
You read it with affection, trace lines and hatchings in awe. âSteve, I really wish you had time and space to do this stuff properly. Not that you arenât doing it properly, just, I know you could make something just as beautiful as this with paint.â You slide to be sitting properly, putting you both at the same height, so you can meet his eyes as you continue. âDid you know what you wanted to do, when you were finishing school? Did you ever think about art?âÂ
âI thought about it.â His lips quirk. âMostly about how my dad wouldâve kicked me out if I said something that stupid.âÂ
âItâs not stupid.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
That wouldâve been a nice life. You and Steve living together, with a basement for his paintings, or a garage turned studio. Youâd read books together every night like you do now, and youâd scrub paint smudges off of his cheek.Â
You love him so much it must give you an aura.Â
âIâve got nothing to worry about, huh?â he asks softly.Â
You drift in, tipping your head back for a kiss you donât take. âI donât know, Steve, Jamison used to be in a rock band.âÂ
He scoffs in disgust. You think it might be a mixture of anger at Jamison and himself. âWho wants to date a rockstar?âÂ
âI mightâve.âÂ
Youâre teasing, of course, smiling as your kiss draws nearer, and nearer.Â
âWell, I can be a rockstar,â he says quietly, warmth of his breath on your lips. âJust give me a chance to get there.âÂ
You brush the tip of your nose against his and hold your breath. âThatâs okay,â you say, letting it rush out of you in a huff, your excitement to be kissed too much to bear, âI like my guys all mixed up. Preferably good at track, and swimming, but with a soft side. Kind of guy who fills a sketchbook up with my face.âÂ
Steve lists to the side. Your lips are so close, you can feel the phantom of them against yours as he moves in. âItâs not just your face⌠itâs your hands, your arms⌠your everythingââ
He cuts his own explanation off with a soft kiss. That softness swiftly hardens, turns rough, ten long seconds of sweetness before his hands coming up behind your head and heâs pressing inward, deepening the kiss, and giving you little room to breathe.Â
You have no intention of dating any rockstars, but his jealous streak has nothing but upsides for you. Steve knows that his jealousy over the innocuous is his own problem, his own insecurity that heâs working on, and while you sympathise with him (after all, havenât you yourself worried heâd find someone else he liked more?), you have to confess to enjoying the edge to his kissing.Â
You make a pleased, humoured sound as he breathes you in like youâre a drug heâs been waiting for. He gets sloppier, and you canât help pulling away to laugh.Â
âWhat?â he asks, thumbing at your cheek in a soft juxtaposition. âSorry, am I being a dick?âÂ
âNo, itâs fine. Kiss me how you want to.âÂ
Steve kisses your cheek softly. âHe knows you have a boyfriend, right?âÂ
âHe knows.âÂ
Steve hums like heâs smiling and nudges your nose with his, until you part your lips, and he wades in for another dose.Â
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DON'T BELIEVE WHAT THEY SAY | Oscar Piastri
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oscar piastri x gf!reader
summary: reader is quite insecure about herself due to fans and paps comments, and oscar tries to comfort her
word count: 1206
warning: wait till the end and tell me if you'd like a part 2 *kiss kiss*. reader feeling insecure about herself and thinking she's not good enough (remember: you are good enough, don't hear what others say!). use of y/n. corrected the translation at almost 1am so i apologize if there are mistakes
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After a long day in the paddock, and after a race that was supposed to be the highlight of the season but ended in a DNF for Oscar, your boyfriend decided to cheer both of you up by inviting you to have dinner in a fancy restaurant. You have been in a relationship for several years since you both were high school sweethearts, so sometimes the romance wore thin. Today, he wanted to give his best after a day worth to forget.
Lately, he had noticed that your behavior was a bit strange. You seemed uncomfortable with yourself, and your self-esteem was at an all-time low, judging by the unpleasant comments you had been making lately about herself. Moreover, the media and "fans" criticism didn't help either, as paparazzi and journalists had been harassing and spreading rumors about Oscar cheating on you, or that you have been gaining too much weight for Piastriâs liking. All of them, among others, were damaging your relationship slowly.Â
For those two reasons, and because he felt like changing the scenery after the weekly training stress, Oscar told you that you would go out to enjoy a peaceful dinner. He was conscious of all of those criticism, and he was going to remind you how special you were to him and most of it, how perfect you were for him. Also, that you shouldnât give a damn shit about others opinions, specially when Oscar was the one dating and loving you.
Although you initially resisted to go because you didnât want to be the center of attention once again, you finally accepted because you knew it hadnât been an easy day for your boyfriend. You dressed in a beautiful electric blue dress he had gifted you for you birthday las year, and decided not to wear makeup and jewelry. However, you still felt nervous. It was the presence of paparazzi, who followed you wherever you went, made you feel increasingly insecure about yourself and your relationship once again.
In those moments, you thought that Oscar deserved a girl better than you.
"Love," you addressed you boyfriend, a bit hesitant. "Do I look fine like this?"
"My God, Y/N⌠You're perfect. You always are."
You looked at yourself in the mirror once again. You tried to fake a smile, but you didn't like what you saw in front of you.
"I don't know⌠I feel a bit ridiculous in this dress," you explained. "Do I look too fat? I donât think this color suits me very well either..."
"Don't say that," Oscar scolded, approaching you. "It looks amazing on you. Do you remember when I gave it to you? You loved it! You have been wanting it, for months actually, and even though you didn't say it, your face said it all."
"Yes, I remember perfectly, but the problem is that I don't feel comfortable with myself," you continued. "I'm tired of everything that's being said about us and the opinions people seem to have about us. To be honest with you, every day I feel more like⌠well, that I donât deserve to be in your life. At least, not as your girlfriend.â Â
Oscar sighed. He knew you were right. He was pretty conscious about the media and obsessive fansâ behaviour towards you, and he didnât like that part of fame either, especially when it was for no reason, and because they had no right to comment on your relationship, which was definitely private, but not secret.
You started to cry shily. He did nothing but hesitate to hug you and make your head rest on his chest. He immediately starting to stroke your hair while gently rocking you from side to side, trying his best to calm you down.
"That shouldn't worry you because you're the most important person to me," he assured you. "I love you just the way you are, for the worst and the better, and Iâll keep doing so every day for the rest of my life, ok?."
"Yeah, I know," you said, pulling away from him quite angrily, "The thing here is that I don't care about what you think, but what other people think. I hate that there are people who are spending their free time, or not so free, making theories about us as if we were a Marvel movie!tâ
"Darling..."
"Donât," you exclaimed, interrupting him, "I understand, and I respect, that you're a public figure, but that doesn't mean I can't be tired of the treatment I receive from girls that are in love with you! Aren't they such big fans of yours, and do they admire and love you so much, that they can't have a minimum of respect for the person you share your life with?"
Oscar knew you were right.
"Don't let that worry you," he explained. "What matters is that you and I love each other, and it's not a fake relationship like many out there, so don't let the negative comments affect you. Remember: those people don't deserve even a second of your thoughts."
"Well..." you replied simply. "It's difficult, Osc⌠I feel like people are analyzing and judging me all the time, no matter what I do."
Your boyfriend sighed again. He didn't know what to do to calm you down. Seeing you hurt made him feel really bad. Although he was familiar with the daily attention and hate comments, it didn't mean you, his girlfriend, had to get used to them. He felt frustrated and worried for you because, even though he knew you were aware that negative attention was part of the deal you signed when you started dating back in high school, it didn't mean you weren't bothered by seeing the love of your life being constantly mocked.
Oscar started thinking what to do. He wanted to make you happy, but if going out to have dinner isnât what you desired that nightâŚÂ
"What do you think if, instead of going out, we stay here, at the hotel?" he proposed to you. Immediately, you seemed a bit cheered up by the suggestion. "We can order something and have dinner in bed while watching a movie or a series you fancy."
"Really? You don't mind? I'm sure you already had the reservation made, and I really feel so bad..."
"Of course I don't mind," he explained, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "You are the most important thing in my life, so I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better."
Your eyes were still red, but you tried to feel better and fake you were ok. You hugged Oscar and thanked him again for what he just did.
Immediately, you both snuggled up in bed while watching a movie you chose, while Oscar phoned to the hotelâs reception so you could have room service for dinner. Pizza, most specifically, as you wanted it and told your boyfriend.
You didnât know, but that moment made Oscar the happiest man on earth. He made you smile, even amidst the sadness. However, it was time to start thinking how he could propose to you in a different way because your insecurity, sadly, ruined his plans to kneel and pull the question.
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lee know x reader, hurt/comfort | m.list
wc: 1.4k | warnings: themes of depression and struggling with mental health
a/n: this fic is a little self indulgent as i haven't been feeling great lately. so i hope this brings comfort to anyone who needs it âĄ
you donât remember how long youâve been sitting in the tub. youâre sure your hands have pruned and wrinkled due to the prolonged time you have been in here, but you canât seem to bring yourself to care.
the sides of your head pulses as a migraine at the forefront of your temple starts to fully form. you had hoped a moment of reprieve in the bath would calm your nerves and ease your headache, but it had yet to do so.
the droplets fall slowly against your furrowed eyebrows and taut expression, dripping freely down on your chin and on the dewy expanse of your chest. both arms are splayed limply across the sides of the tub, staring blankly ahead at the white tiled walls above, unmoving.Â
the temperature was warm, too warm for your usual liking but you didnât seem to mind today, welcoming the dull pain it brought. the white tiles that youâve been staring at for what seemed like forever stared back at you.
the silence was deafening.
a lot has been on your mind lately. the restless and constant feeling of not being good enough and comparing yourself to others caused you to no longer find enjoyment in the things you used to love doing.
words that usually meant nothing had stuck themselves inside your head as well, dissecting every meaning when they had none. sleep did not come easily to you these nights, tossing and turning, failing to succumb into the comforting arms of sleep.
isolation became your company in these moments, withdrawing yourself from everything. missing out on a lot of stuff, in turn, made you feel worse than you already did.
you knew you should probably tell someone about your problems but you just couldn't find it in yourself to do it. the last thing you wanted to be was a bother.
some days are admittedly better than others, where youâre able to get things done, to do your obligations and continue on with life like normal. but when you least expect it, it creeps up on you, pulling you back into that unhealthy head space.
you tried to force these thoughts and feelings down for a long time, pretending that everything was fine. today was apparently the day it all came rising up, unable to keep a lid on your bubbling emotions.
a sense of dread hung over your head, eyes aching from all the crying you did. wet strands of hair had clumped together, obscuring your view, perturbed by how sometimes your skin doesn't feel like yours.
ây/n?â
the bathroom starts to fog with mist, clouding the glass and mirrors, the water slowly scalding your skin. the call to sink down into the water and never come up are louder than ever.
â-y/n? are you in there?â a voice makes itself known. lifting yourself up a little bit, startled at the faintest sound of knocks.
you forget that minho would be home around this time. a hand flies towards your forehead to ease the pounding pain. shit, you haven't started making dinner.Â
it takes a while before you answer, collecting yourself as to not sound as shaky. âyeah! just finishing up, i'll be out in a sec.â
âdonât get out, i'll join you.â he yells back, the sound of padding feet against the wooden floors reverb through out the apartment. your eyes flicker at his sudden decision, causing you to sigh and sink down into the water once more.
as much as you adored and love him and how most days would let him join you with no hesitation, you silently hoped that he wouldn't today. you couldn't bear to let him see you in this state, all disheveled and puffy eyed. but it was rare when he was even home, given his grueling schedule.
so you wait for him patiently to come over to your shared bathroom, hugging your legs tightly. you remember to turn the cold tap on and off before he enters, water droplets filling in the silence.
when he finally creaks open the door with nothing on but a bathrobe and a silly cat headband that kept his hair away from his forehead on, you can't help but smile even if it doesn't quite reach your eyes.
you inch farther into the corner, making space for him quietly as he gets in. if he had noticed the temperature of the water that had yet to cool down, he made no attempt to comment.
the two of you don't say anything for the time being, just in each other's corner, relaxing and leaning your arms on the cool edge of the tub.
âyouâre quiet.â his voice echoes. minhoâs voice cuts through the silence, a stark contrast to the quietness of the bathroom just moments ago.
âiâm sorry.â
feeling minhoâs heavy unwavering gaze into the side of your head, you canât help but feel awful. you donât mean to be so curt with him, but any more words from your mouth frightens you, afraid that the underlying shakiness of your voice will give you away.
your eyes still keep averting his, afraid of what expression he might bore. will he look at you with pity? with a tired gaze of disappointment?
he does not. instead, minho grabs one of the lavender scented shampoo bottles placed neatly on the shelf and gestures for you to turn around. you follow his request, albeit apprehensively, turning around.
âthere we go.â he says. even if you refuse to meet his eyes, you could tell he was smiling as he said it.
minho takes great care to shampoo your hair, his blunt nails gently raking over your scalp, unknowingly soothing your dreadful headache. minho is observant, very much so. it doesnât surprise you at all anymore when he suddenly asks.
âwhatâs wrong, hmm?â he finally says amidst the stillness of the atmosphere, tone dripping of comfort as his hands continue to lightly massage through your soapy tresses. you lean into it like a desperate cat, melting at his simple touch. oh how you've yearned for his touch.
although you donât answer, his intuitive nature already knows that something was amiss.
âyou know iâm always here for you.â minho says, pressing a delicate kiss on your shoulder. his sweet words and murmurs of comfort act like a salve to your aching heart as tears start to gather at your lash line once again.
you always hated making him worry.
the overwhelming emotion brings you to tears, immense guilt ebbing at your seams. minho places his head on your shoulder as you cry, hands running up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you.
he doesn't deserve this, to be left out, to not know the reason you're so distant lately. he trusted you and you trusted him. so you spill every little thing to him.
voice starting to rasp, your stuttering cries now unrestraint without fear of judgement and just allowing yourself to be vulnerable. salty tears start to meld together with the water in the tub, rippling as they fall. at last, you feel lighter. the weight that you carried for so long in your heart doesn't have to be carried alone.
after a while, the hiccupping in your throat and the tears start to subside, leaving you a sniffling mess. turning around to finally face him, you fought the urge to hide in your hands.
"feel a little better now?" minho looks at you with nothing but a loving smile, no underlying judgement, just adoration, and one that makes you dive into him. you feel so utterly loved, what did you do to deserve him?
your arms wrap around his neck, placing apologetic kisses on his lips. he reciprocates, hands going around your back to steady your form. your mouth tumbles out watery apologies as he caresses the skin of your nape, gentle as he can.
you release him, arms still hooked around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes as if he's the center of the universe, and to you, he is. "i love you." the edges of your vision cloud with the tell tale signs of drowsiness, finally finding it in yourself to relax in his hold.
and he lets you, guiding your head to rest on his broad chest, the steady beats of his heart thumping against your temple, grounding you, his feathery light touches lingering.
feelings like these come and go, but minho is a constant that you keep close to your heart.
âthank you for putting up with me.â
"of course, i love you too."
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content: toxicbf!seungcheol, more like possessivebf!seungcheol honestly, he's kinda a dick but not THAT much, jealousy, possessive behavior, afab reader, reader mentioned to be shorter than him, smut, penetrative sex, public sex, oral (m receiving), etc.
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a/n: tysm to the person who requested this <3 i didn't make him super toxic but more possessive and annoying.
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"shit, baby. you look so good. any plans tonight?" seungcheol hugged you from behind as you stared into the mirror, doing the finishing touches on your hair.
'"what do you mean if i have plans? we're going out. to the monthly meeting with the guys, remember? seokmin's girlfriend said she's coming too"
"hmm? since when? wait, hold on. you're wearing that to dinner with the boys?"
you groaned against him, "you literally just said i looked good. what's the problem?", you already kind of had an idea, but wanted to confirm for some dumb reason.
"yeah, that's when i thought you were going out with the girls or something. do you have to dress like this when you hang out with the guys?"
you knew cheol was a bit on the ... possessive side. he would sometimes be a little too jealous when it came to you being around the guys too much (around any guy, really). despite always confirming to him that you would never look at any of them as more than friends, he would still keep his guard up. it was endearing at times, seeing as it was usually just lighthearted jealousy, but he was doing a really good job at pissing you off right now.
you turned around, now facing him directly, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"baby, cmon! they're guys! and you're ... well, you're you!"
"did you want me to repeat myself or are you actually gonna explain what that's supposed to mean now?"
"listen. you're so beautiful. i had no chance at resisting you when we first met. imagine if i'd met you while you were wearing a tiny little black dress. i would've lost my mind. they're men, baby. they're weak-minded. i dont wanna let them even see you like this." despite the stupid neanderthal logic he was feeding you with, his reasoning gave you a slight ego-boost, dissipating your annoyance a bit.
you approached him, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt as you adjusted his tie - today's theme for the monthly meeting had been strictly formal, courtesy of a hong jisoo â and stared into his eyes, flirtatious smile gracing your lips.
"cheollie ... the dress code's formal. and i know how strict you guys are about that. if you can wear those stupid leather pants on stage while performing for carats, â who, by the way, do wanna fuck you â i can wear a tiny little dress around my very platonic friends."
you were pretty sure seungcheol had tuned you out already, at least judging from how distracted his hands had become now that they were kneading your ass under the short skirt of the dress. in any other circumstances you would've entertained him, maybe even let him fuck you before leaving home, but you weren't about to reward his stupid comments from earlier with sex. separating yourself from him, you chided at him, telling him to get ready, because you'd be leaving together; with no need to change your clothes.
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upon arriving to the restaurant of choice - an entirely rented out luxury restaurant joshua had seemingly been eyeing for a while - you and a sulky seungcheol (he had brought up the dress issue again in the car) quickly spotted a table full of people. it was all twelve members of seventeen, plus joshua's and seokmin's girlfriends, who would also be making their debut appearance at the monthly dinner. as expected, the boys were all wearing suit and tie, while the girls had dresses on. you had to admit, maybe yours was a bit more provocative, but you felt comfortable since you would only be around close friends.
the moment they spotted you walking in, jeonghan took the liberty of standing up, looking you up and down before smirking and giving you a quick hug, even going as far as pulling out a chair for you to sit. you appreciated the gesture, taking a seat and thanking him, completely ignoring seungcheol's annoyed grumble along the lines of 'i'm supposed to do that'.
the dinner went pretty okay after that, with one or two complimentary comments directed at your apparel. you'd also noticed a few of the boys staring a bit more than usual, but you'd dressed up, after all, so it wasn't very surprising to you. seungcheol, on the other hand, grew more and more annoyed every time a member directed themselves to you, even if it was with innocent intentions. he had built an idea in his head that everyone mustve wanted you the way that he wanted you. it also didn't help that you were sitting right by jeonghan and mingyu, members who were renown for being a bit flirtier than the rest. you knew it was just in their nature, and completely meaningless when directed towards you, but you could feel your boyfriend's fumes increase next to you as the night went on.
after a while seungcheol had begun to speak over you, acting as if you couldn't respond or interact with his members on your own. he was beginning to show his annoyingly possessive side, acting overly overprotective over you, almost as if you were a prize to keep under lock and key.
there were only a few instances in which he did this. he could sometimes act like a dick about it, wanting to show the rest of the guys how you were his and no one else's
then came what broke the camel's back. yoon jeonghan must've sensed some tension in seuncheol's behavior, adding two and two and figuring out that his possessive friend must've been feeling some type of way at any attention headed your way. so, he decided to have fun with it, amping up his flirting.
"shit, have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?," he smirked, eyeing his friend a bit as he complimented you.
"yeah, but maybe don't say that to my girlfriend, yeah?", interjected your stupid boyfriend, hand on your thigh as he attempted to show possession over you.
you ignored him, "oh, thanks hannie. you look really handsome too."
he puffed, as if out of breath, also ignoring cheol's comment, "no, but really. that dress is ... man, all i know is if i were seungcheol we wouldn't have even left the house tonight," the smirk wouldn't leave his face, knowing he was poking a bear.
those two simple comments were enough to get seungcheol to snap, loudly getting up and interrupting any other conversation going on at the table. without any other word, he completely ignored any questioning stares or inquiring comments and grabbed your hand, dragging you from your own chair and pulling you away from the room and into a more secluded area of the almost-empty restaurant.
"seungcheol what the hell are you doing?!"
he turned to you, now letting go of the hand he'd been pulling, "i told you not to wear that around them! do you think i enjoyed that?!"
"it's just jeonghan, cheol! he doesn't mean anything by it. he was just trying to tease you."
"i dont care about that! you're mine. you're not supposed to show yourself off like this to other men!" the fact he didn't see issue with what he was saying was peeving you off, making you scoff at him before he continued.
"you're mine, okay? and you responding to han's flirting is not helping me get that point across to them."
"you-"
"no, let me finish," he moved closer to you the more he spoke, eventually having you pinned against the wall of the restaurant, looking down on you, "i won't have any of them even think they have a chance with you. no one does. you're mine. is that understood?" by now his lips were just a hair away from your ear, heavy breath fanning against you as his hands slid onto your waist, pulling you against him, dick already semi-hard under his slacks.
you hated the way he was talking to you. kind of. an embarrassing part of yourself was keening on his possessiveness, enjoying how he felt as if he had to stake claim over you. as if even one look from another man had him having to show the world you were his and his alone.
when he unglued his lips from your ear and went back to staring down at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, neither of you could help yourselves anymore. you might've kissed him first, but it was probably him who crashed his lips into you first, almost swallowing you whole as he attacked you by shoving his tongue in your mouth.
he became intense with his movements pretty quickly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other harshly felt you up. he disconnected his hand from you for a moment in order to pull down his pants and knead at his cock for a few moments, getting himself ready for you.
he disconnected your lips, chuckling at the way yours chased after his, "get on your knees."
with zero type of dignity, you got on your knees with no question, beginning to slide your hand up and down his dick before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking, giving him eyes as you did so.
he groaned at the sight, but quickly recovered, barking out a command for you to be a well-behaved girl and take it all in your mouth. you followed instruction pretty quickly, loving the weight of his cock in your mouth.
"that's it ... knew you could be a good girl after all."
"fuck ... that mouth is all mine, right baby? only for me to choke on my cock .."
"take it deeper, i know you can. trained that pretty mouth to take me."
his words were getting you wetter by the second, moaning mindlessly against his dick as he began to thrust into your mouth, groaning out even more expletives.
he suddenly pulled you away without allowing you to suck him into completion, once more slamming your back against the wall and shoving his tongue in your mouth. you both groaned at the feeling of his taste in your tongue, eventually making the kiss become a mess of wet tongues just licking at one another while he ground his hard dick against you.
you cried against him after a while of dry humping, feeling the heat of his cock so close to where you wanted him, but your mind being too empty for you to even beg for him to put it inside you.
he pulled away, "are you gonna be good and let me have that pretty pussy? my pretty pussy?"
all you could do was nod and whine against him as he pulled your panties aside, only having to lift your dress a tiny bit to give him room to enter your warm walls. you both sighed out in pleasure the moment he entered you, with cheol quickly finding a rhythm that had you throwing your head back against the wall, not caring for any pain you felt at the impact.
"you're mine. do you understand that? no one else can have you. can't even look at you. tell me you understand." he paused for a moment, smirking as he knew you had no way to respond with the pace in which he was slamming himself against you, "what? no answer? baby, what'd i tell you about being a good girl?" he was mocking you now, relishing on the effect he had on you.
"c-cheollie ... y-yours! just yours! won't ev-ever look their way again. pro- ah! promise!" you did the best you could to muster out an answer, being too high on pleasure from the way his cock was repeatedly hitting against you, impaling you completely.
your emotions were already very heightened, causing the two of you to be quick to reach your ends.
"gonna fill you up, okay baby? and you're gonna keep it all in, or else imma have to take you home and do it all over again, yeah?" he groaned out, knowing he was about to blow his load any second now.
"y-yes! fill me up, please!"
a few thrusts later and he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning out at the feeling of your walls tightening against him as you came.
you attempted to catch your breath as seungcheol used his fingers to push in any cum that exited your hole, moving your panties back into place to try and retain the most he could. with no warning, he shoved those same fingers in your mouth, making you suck his essence from them as he groaned at the sight.
"c'mon," he gave you no time to catch your breath or recover before dragging you by the hand once more, walking back to the table to pick up your coats.
"i'm taking her home now. yoon jeonghan, i'll deal with you later," and with that he dragged you away, making no effort to hide your disheveled state as you limped behind him, beyond embarrassed all your friends knew what you and your boyfriend had been up to.
if cheol had wanted to make a public service announcement about how much you were his, he had achieved it.
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thinking about being rafeâs calm. when heâs about to actually start pushing and throwing punches and yelling, but if youâre there and run up to him and drag him away, he compliesâlets you talk him out of the situation and walk back to his quiet car or an empty room. heâll listen when you speak, when you try to calm him down, hug him, kiss him, until he stops seeing red.
the first time it happens he feels embarrassed on the insideâwondering how long youâve had such a big influence on him. feels weird like he shouldnât be reliant on anyone but himself, feels like itâs wrong because heâs supposed to be protecting you and not the other way around.Â
he buries these thoughts the next time it happens, with his dad. you two were eating breakfast or maybe cleaning up after, he canât remember, when ward comes in to have a discussion with rafe. he politely asks you to step out for a second but you glance up at rafe, and he looks so hard and angry already that you decide itâs better if you stay. ward starts talkingâthings that donât make any sense to you but must mean something to your boyfriendâand you can almost feel rafe getting tense, his fist balling and jaw clenching.
on your side of the counter, his dad canât see your hands, so you take rafeâs fist into your palm and force him to relax his fingers, holding his hand and gently rubbing his palm with your thumb, bringing him into a hug the second ward walks away. you can feel his heart thudding when youâre so close like this, fingers running through his hair to help him stay calm. youâre surprised it even works, proud of yourself for trying and not being too scared.Â
itâs a little bit harder with lots of people around. rafeâs prone to getting agitated by pogues no matter what they do. it doesnât help that theyâre all sarahâs friends nowâseems like he interacts with them twice as much. you know itâs inevitable to stop them from yelling at each other, that these are just people who will never get along with each other, but you still try.
sometimes it doesnât take much more than a tug of his arm while your hands are in each others to get him to walk away. itâs like if you make him realize youâre standing next to him, that heâs not alone and doesn't have to be alone ever again, he can snap out of it. itâs been working more and more recently, you think, incredibly pleased with yourself. rafeâs happy so youâre happy, and the two of you both know it and don't have to talk about it.
then comes a big oneâyour boyfriend is as angry as youâve ever seen him. you donât know whatâs happened, just that you want to help him. youâre starting not to care whoâs at fault, who caused this, and youâre beginning to blame everyone else for even doing something that makes rafe angry. that sentiment is a little brainwashed, you reflect, but you donât really care anymore.
someone throws a punch and rafeâs not going to back down from a fight. when someone finally tears them apart, your boyfriendâs bleeding from a cut on his face and has a big bruise forming on the other side. you donât look at the other guy because you know itâs worse. you drag rafe to his truck, heart beating fastâfeeling really upset yourself. you thought you were getting better at this, that you were good for him, but you werenât able to do anything today. youâre both silent in the truck, until you use your sleeve to wipe away some of the blood on his temple, sniffling.Â
âjust took a punch and youâre the one crying?â but it doesnât come out harsh, the way youâd expect. he says it soft and gentle, like heâs mad at himself for making you cry. his tone doesnât help matters so you start crying even harder.
âhey, hey, come here-â and in a few swift motions, youâre out of your seat and sitting on his lap, face buried in his neck while you get the collar of his shirt damp. âmâsorry, baby, didnât mean to scare you.â you pull away to look at him, tears glittering in your pretty eyes and cheeks wet.
âiâm sorry,â you finally get out, quiet and weepy. youâre disappointed in yourself.
âwhatâre you apologizing for?â he asks, and you cry harder, unable to meet rafeâs eyes.
âi couldnât stop it, iâm supposed to stop and help you so this doesnât happen-âÂ
rafeâs not stupidâhe knows what you do when you see him getting upset. he knows it and heâs thankful and he loves you, but he starts to feel the worst heâs ever felt thinking that youâre in tears because he couldnât hold back from punching some stupid, inconsequential guy.
âhey, câmon, stop crying.â rafeâs hands come up to wipe away your fresh tears, guiding you back onto his chest while youâre still sobbing. âhey, listen to me, no tears. youâre good, right?â you nod. âso be a good girl and listen to me.â
you sniffle again, quieting down and listening to rafeâs voice and the thud of his heart against your ear.Â
âi love that you make me feel better. but itâs not gonna work every single time, okay? canât have you in tears every time i get pissed or youâll die from dehydration.â you laugh a little, breathing hard.
âi just wanna help.âÂ
âyeah?â he asks, getting another idea. âanyway you can?â
you nod against his shirt eagerly.
thatâs how you get like thisâin the backseat of his truck, your legs folded back to your chest and rafeâs hands pushing you into the seat and holding you in place. he slams in and out of you at a brutal place, probably one so intense the entire truck is shaking from the outside. your eyes roll back at each thrust, the pain in your limbs from the tight fit and position dissipating as rafe starts to talk to you.
âthisâll help me, baby, every time-â and you interrupt with a particularly loud moan when he moves a hand to play with your clit. âfeel good? iâll never get angry again, promise. jusâ let me do this every time.â
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All in | Chapter 9
pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)
summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?
chapter summary: you and Felix go on an excursion and tensions are high while you wait for time to pass
warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings
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You wake up in an entanglement of limbs.Â
You feel it before you can see it, really. The warmth of Felixâs body on yours. Legs intertwined with legs, you currently lay with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist. Cracking your eyes open, you're met with a sleeping Felix, breathing slow and heavy, his breath warm on the top of your head. He looks so serene, almost like a child with the expressionless look on his face.Â
Your heart flutters. You wish it didn't.Â
You pry yourself out of the warmth of his embrace, not breathing as you wiggle out between his limbs in an attempt to not wake him. God forbid he wakes up and sees the position youâre in. What would he say? How would he react? Would it be awkward? You donât want to find out.Â
You make it to the bathroom, splashing water onto your face. You comb your fingers through your hair, doing your best to detangle it with what you've got. You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back.Â
Last night, Yang Jungwon died right before your eyes.Â
Where do you go from here? You can't go on pretending like things are normal anymore. They haven't been normal for a very long time, not since before you started dating Jungwon. You also know that running away isnât exactly an option anymore⌠evident by the scars on your back inflicted by Chan that you had almost forgotten about. They accompany the many other bruises and scratches on your body now, so they arenât quite out of place yet they serve as a not-so-gentle reminder of what to expect should you defy Chan.Â
What now? You suppose you can lay low until you finally find an ample opportunity to escape, one that does not risk endangering you or your sister. Better would probably be to stay quiet and gather as much information as you can, to try to bargain your way out of the situation with Chan. Perhaps if you can one day find a way to leave on his terms you might be able to get what you want. You remember the night before, how Woojin implied that Chan could be in love with you⌠you feel the greasy diner food from the night before sit uneasily in your stomach, threatening to come back up.Â
Sighing, you find yourself at a loss. When you crack open the bathroom door, youâre surprised to see Felix awake and sitting up in the bed.Â
âOh hey, you're up,â you say. You sit down next to him, hugging your knees to your chest. Felix yawns and rubs sleep from his eyes. âWhat time are we going back to the house?â You question.
âAbout thatâŚâ you blanch at his words, his voice deep and groggy from sleep.Â
âYou're kidding,â you say. âWe're not going back?âÂ
âFrom my understanding, we have to wait for Lee Know to wake up,â he says, looking at his phone. âHeâs in stable condition, so they expect it to be sometime today, but we still need the okay from Chris.â You sigh at the revelation.Â
âSo⌠what now?âÂ
âBreakfast?â He suggests. You purse your lips together, as if in thought. You still feel a little nauseous but food isnât such a bad idea. Plus, youâre tired of feeling cooped upâgetting out might not be the worst idea.Â
Youâre reminded of Felix telling you that Heeseung has plans to come after you next. You grimace. âIs it⌠okay to leave the motel? If the house isnât safe, are you sure itâs okay to leave?âÂ
âYouâll be with me. Youâll be fine.â His words provide comfort, you suppose. And so, at eleven in the morning, you and Felix walk across the street to the diner. Itâs where you assume he got your dinner last night and itâs bustling with life from the early morning lunch rush. In your matching pajamas, the two of you slide into the red and cream colored booth. You probably look comical but it feels⌠normal, almost.Â
When the waitress comes up to your table she smells of cigarettes and sugar. Sheâs an older woman, curly blonde hair permed and framed around her face. Her makeup is a little bright, shades of periwinkle dabbled on her eyelids and lipstick blood red. Her name tag reads âPam,â and she reminds you of an old grandma, someone that might provide blunt comfort and real advice in a time of need.
âWhat can I get for the lovely couple?â She questions as she pulls out a notepad, voice deep and raspy with a southern drawl.Â
âOh weâre notââÂ
âCan I get chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon?â Felix says, smiling sweetly at the waitress. âAnd a coffee, black.âÂ
âOf course. And for the lady?âÂ
You look at the menu. âUm, a waffle and orange juice. Thanks.â Felix takes your menu and hands it to the waitress. She smiles saccharine sweet and goes to the kitchen, leaving you and Felix alone.Â
Neither of you speak.Â
You fiddle with the silverware instead, staring out the window.Â
The waitress arrives with your drinks. You take the opportunity to immediately start drinking it. Is this awkward? Why is it awkward? Is it because she implied you were a couple? Is it you making this awkward, or him? God, you hate your stupid brain and its stupid thoughts.Â
You snap out of it when Felix takes a big sip of his drink and then makes a face as if he were disgusted. He takes another sip immediately which makes you laugh.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âIf itâs bad, why are you drinking it?â You ask with a smile. He brushes his hair back with his fingers, looking away.Â
âItâs coffee. Itâs not going to taste good.âÂ
âItâs supposed to,â you laugh. âItâs because you got a black coffee. Why wonât you add sugar or cream to it? Thatâll help.â
âIt still tastes bad. I donât know. Nothing Iâve tried has ever helped.â He drinks his coffee again, following it up with that same face. You find it endearing.Â
Breakfast goes by fairly normally after that. Felix laughs at you for drowning your waffles in maple syrup, âeffectively ruining it,â according to him. He shares some of his bacon with you, telling you that you need the protein if you want to bulk up. You laugh when he drops a piece of his pancake on the floor. It feels domestic.Â
It distracts you.Â
It distracts you from every horrible thing that has happened the past few days, and you delude yourself by thinking that maybe this is what life could be like from now on. What if Felix wasnât in the mafia? What if things were different? Could this maybe, in some other reality, be a date? One where you didnât have to worry about being a target, one where Lee Heeseung didnât have an overwhelming grudge to have you dead or alive? You wish that it was over. Yang Jungwon is dead yet he still has a deadly grasp around your throat. You swallow thickly and decide you want to change the subject.Â
âI want to see my sister,â you say. Felix nods at you solemnly, not in agreement but more in pity. He feels bad for you.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says finally. You sigh.Â
âCanât you take me to her? Let me talk to her? Let her know that Iâm safe?âÂ
âI canât do that,â he replies softly.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âItâs not safe. Iâm sure Jungwon knew where your sister lives? What if Heeseung is keeping an eye on her now? Contacting her could be a risk,â he explains. âItâs against Chrisâ orders.âÂ
âDo you just blindly follow his orders? Do you know how to think for yourself?â you ask before you can help yourself. You clench your fists and unclench them, exhaling to keep the irritation at bay. âYou donât have to tell Chan,â you reason with him. âYou can just take me. I wonât tell him.âÂ
He tongues the inside of his cheek. âItâs like youâre not even listening to me. Iâm not blindly following his orders, but thereâs a reason why we do things. Thereâs protocol to follow. Heeseung probably has careful eyes on her, and contacting her could put you both in danger.âÂ
âThatâs more of a reason for me to talk to her!â you say. âShe could be in danger. What if Heeseungââ
âShe's fine,â he interrupts.Â
âHow do you know? There's no way.âÂ
âListen, weâre keeping a careful eye on herââÂ
âThen I don't understand why I shouldn't be allowed to talk to herââÂ
âBecause I'm not going to put you in danger again!â He takes a deep breath, calming himself.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âThe gala was my fault, I should've made sure you were by my side. It was⌠you were hurt because of me. Iâm not going to let you get hurt again. End of discussion.âÂ
Felix pays the bill. You donât say anything. You donât know what you would say, even. On the walk back to the motel, he talks again.Â
âIâm sorry about your sister. I really am.âÂ
âSâfine.â You donât look at him. âI donât blame you for the gala, by the way.âÂ
âYou should.âÂ
âI donât.â Finally, you smile at him. He gives you a weak smile back.Â
Itâs past noon once you get back to your room. You slump in your bed, unsure of what else to do. Closing your eyes, you let yourself stretch lazily, basking in the sunlight that shines through your window not unlike that of a cat. After a few minutes, you hear grunting. Cracking open your eyes, you investigate.Â
Felix is sitting on the floor near the end of the bed doing sit-ups. You look at him, incredulous.Â
âAre you seriously working out right now?â You ask. It does seem a little bit ridiculous, after all.Â
âJust because weâre not at a gym doesnât mean that we canât train,â he says with uneven breath. âYour enemy isnât going to wait for you just because youâre in hiding.â He moves fast without breaking a sweat, and itâs a sight to behold. You could watch him do this all day. You realize youâve been staring and so you clear your throat.Â
âCan you help me too? Can we spar?â You ask. You decide that he is right, and there is no time like the present to become stronger.Â
And so, for about thirty minutes you muck about the hotel room. Felix shows you how to properly form a fist, cautious of your still-injured hand. He teaches you some self-defense techniques, going into a lecture about the weakest areas of the body to target if in a bad situation. You listen intently and practice with your full-attention, really taking his words to heart. Youâre a good student, he says. You feel satisfied by the end of your session now that youâve finally practiced real techniques and not just focused on strength or cardio, and youâre both sweaty and out of breath before you know it.Â
âYou can shower first this time,â you say. âI had first dibs last night.â He nods his head and heads to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You try not to think about how good he looked with sweat dripping down his face and wonder if thatâs what he would look like when heâ
Shaking your head, you flop onto the bed, lazily flipping through the television channels. Nothing really peaks your interest. Until you see something on the table that gleams in the light and makes your heart beat right out of your chest.Â
Felixâs phone.Â
He left it right there on the table while he was gone. Easily accessible.Â
You jump to your feet before you can think, snatching the device and holding it in your hands. You could do it while heâs in the shower; call your sister. If he finds out after the fact, whatever, you think. Itâll be worth it to get the confirmation that sheâs safe.Â
You slide the phone up. Of course, itâs password protected. You could have guessed that. You double-click the power button two times, allowing yourself to dial an emergency number. Taking a deep breath, you start to dial her number when the shower stops.
Shit.Â
Shit.Â
Your heart starts beating rapidly, looking to the door. Can you make it out in time? Felix is definitely faster and he would catch you. That would be bad. You need to hide the phone, and quick. Bolting, you lift up the mattress and stick the phone in between the mattress and bedframe. As the door opens, you jump onto the bed, looking at Felix and smiling.Â
âWhy do you look like a deer caught in headlights?â He laughs. You laugh with him, standing up.Â
âNo reason, LOL.â You just said LOL out loud. Calm down, Y/N. âIâm going to take a shower now!â You start to walk past him to the bathroom door when you feel a tug at your wrist, flipping you around to face him. Your eyes go wide when you see the serious look on Felixâs face.Â
âTell me where it is.âÂ
âWhat? I donât know what youâre talking about,â you chuckle, deciding that maybe playing dumb is the best option. You both know how stupid youâre being right now, though.Â
âIâll give you one chance to stop acting dumb and tell me where it is, Y/N. Seriously,â he says. âI was gone for five minutes. Donât act like you donât know where my phone is.âÂ
âI⌠I donât know. Seriously, let me go,â you say. You sound a little less persuasive this time. Heâs slowly chipping away at your façade and itâs apparent.Â
Gulping, you yank yourself out of his grasp and start walking to the bathroom again. In an instant, he pushes you up against the wall, arms pinned above your head. You let out a small gasp at the action, now completely at his disposal. You think about the self-defense techniques that he just taught you, but you know that you couldnât bring yourself to poke him in the eyes or knee him in the groin⌠and you wouldnât need to, either way. Youâre not in any danger.Â
âPlease,â he says. His voice is soft, head tilted downward, unable to look you in the eye. You gulp.Â
Youâre at a stalemate. You both know that you wonât give him the phone, your only point of communication with your sister, and you both know that he wonât do anything to hurt you.Â
âFelix,â you say, your voice just a whisper. When he releases your hands from above your head, they make their way to his shoulders and stay there. He finally looks up at you, and you feel like you canât breathe.Â
âPlease,â he says again. This time youâre unsure what heâs asking for. Not when your body is finding itself impossibly closer to his, not when his eyes are on your lips and your heart is beating out of your chest.Â
âWe shouldnât,â you say, because itâs true.Â
âWe absolutely shouldnât,â he agrees. You feel his warm breath on yours. His hand cups the back of your head and your lips part. You barely feel the ghost of his lips on yoursâŚÂ
Then the phone rings.Â
You arenât sure who moves faster. Your heart is beating faster than maybe ever as you duck under his outstretched arm, completely evading his attempt to grab you. You dive for the mattress, successful in getting the phone.Â
An outstretched leg trips you, but you donât fall. You make it to the door, in fact. You even touch the handle.Â
Itâs over sooner than it started.Â
Your arm twists behind your back, the one holding the phone, though you donât let it go. Itâs almost embarrassing how easily he maneuvers you so that your chest is pressed up against the mattress, one hand on your back pushing you down. Neither of you miss the small whimper that comes out of your mouth. Neither of you miss the hardening bulge against your ass.Â
When Felix plucks the phone from your hand, you almost expect him to let you go immediately. He doesnât. He picks up the phone instead and you crane your neck to try to see his face, though you are unsuccessful.Â
âHyunjin,â he greets.Â
You wish you could hear the muffled voice on the other end of the phone. You only hear bits and pieces. You try to wriggle from his strong single-handed grasp but you only feel his fingers tighten around your skin, not in an attempt to harm you but in an attempt to warn. Youâre sick of doing what youâre told, though, so you grind your hips back against his cock purposefully.Â
âDonât be a brat,â he whispers to you, shoving the receiver of the phone into his chest so Hyunjin wonât hear him on the other end. You do it once more and he lets youâwhen you both know he could easily still your movements. You donât miss the shaky breath he lets out at your actions, but suddenly Felix says something in affirmation to Hyunjin and hangs up the phone.Â
He finally releases his grasp on your arms and you sit up, making eye contact with him. He still looks completely composed, but a slight blush has dusted over his features.Â
You smile at him.Â
âCute,â he says, poking the inside of his cheek with tongue. âYou think youâre very cute.âÂ
You say nothing.Â
âWe⌠gotta go. We gotta go back to the house now. Minho has woken up. Itâs uh⌠itâs safe now.âÂ
You do let out a sigh of relief at that.Â
We almost kissed, you want to say. I feel something towards you that I probably shouldnât, and I know you feel something towards me.Â
The two of you stare for a moment, letting the silence punctuate the room. Your heart pounds heavily against your ribcage.Â
âLetâs get going, shall we?â you say.Â
Neither of you speak on the ride back to the house but the silence is welcomed. You stare dreamily out the window and for some reason, the future doesnât seem as bleak as it did earlier.Â
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Taste of His Own Medicine
You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes youâre gone.
âHi Yoongi.â, you said after letting yourself in the studio. You received nothing more than a grunt. âI brought you some food.â, you said trying to lure him over to the couch. âNot now Y/N. Iâve got a lot going on.â, he said without even looking at you. You were starting to get frustrated. Sure you wanted to spend time with him but you also had something really important and time sensitive to tell him. You knew he was already stressed and cranky and your news wasnât going to make it any better. âYoongi please come have dinner with me. I really need to talk to you about something.â, you begged. He slammed his hand on the desk and spun his chair around startling you., âWhat part of not now Iâm busy are you not understanding? Sometimes you can be so frustrating Y/N. Please just get out and leave me alone.â You didnât say a word and just grabbed your bag storming out of his studio slamming the door behind you.
Back at your apartment you were doing your best to calm your nerves. You couldnât believe that he had the audacity to speak to you like that and even after you havenât spoken or seen each other in three weeks. You felt that you were more than patient and understanding when he got into moods like this with his work. He always did this to you where heâd ignore you and if he did pay attention to you he was short with everything you did and said. You finished zipping up the last of your bags and placed them by the door along with your plane ticket. Something had come up and you had to fly back to your home country which was the reason for your visit to Yoongiâs today. You were going to tell him that in the morning you had to fly home and youâd be gone for at least two months. You had hoped to eat dinner together and cuddle a little since it would be the last time youâd be with each other for a while. Instead you were yelled at and called names.
The following morning you woke up and checked your phone secretly hoping for a text or a phone call or anything from Yoongi giving you a reason to call him and hear his voice before leaving for the airport but nothing. âFine then. If he doesnât care I wonât either.â, you thought slamming your phone down on the desk. You showered and got changed just finishing up when you got a notification that your ride was waiting outside. You grabbed your bags and took one last look at your apartment youâd be away from and closed the door behind you.
Once at the airport you remembered why you hated flying so much. The crowds of rude people, the loud noises, the having to rush no matter how early you are. You hated it. Your first flight went smoothly. You arrived at your layover destination and decided to grab something to eat while you waited to board your next flight. While eating your sandwich you remembered that you had turned your phone off before the last flight and pulled it out of your pocket to power it on.
Once up and running you waiting for any notifications to pop up. There were two texts from your mom, one from your best friend, and one from your boss. Then you saw something that concerned you. 11 missed calls and close to 20 texts messages, all from Yoongi.
Yoongles: Hey Y/N, Iâm on my way home. Did you need me to stop and get you anything? I seriously canât want to get in bed with you. I need a hug more than anything.
âOdd he wants to pretend like he didnât snap last night.â, you thought before continuing to read.
Yoongles:Y/N where are you? I thought today was your day off.
Yoongles: Babe seriously you never go this long without responding.
Yoongles: Y/N why is a bunch of your stuff gone? Did you leave?
Yoongles: Listen I know Iâve been difficult lately but you know I love you and you mean everything to me.
Yoongles: Y/N please answer me. Iâm really worried right now. Whatever happened we can fix it.
Before you could continue reading your phone started ringing again. You saw Yoongiâs name pop up. Part of you wanted to just ignore him but you did feel kind of bad knowing that he was in distress. You decided to answer,
âHelloâ
âY/N! Where are you? Iâll come to you. We need to talkâ
âUmm Iâm actually at the airport waiting for my connecting flight back home.â
âWhat?! Youâre going back home? Like forever?â
âNo Iâll be gone for at least the next two months. Maybe a little longer.â
âWhy didnât you tell me you were leaving? You seriously just packed your stuff without saying goodbye.â
âActually I came by your studio yesterday. Remember? I had found out yesterday morning that something has come up and I need to go back home for a while. I brought you food and asked you to talk to me. You ignored me and then yelled at me and called me annoying and told me to leave so I did.â
There was a long silence before Yoongi spoke again, âNo this isnât happening. I really donât get to see you for at least two months? I canât live like that.â You couldnât help the laugh that escaped you, âWell maybe this will teach you not to take our time together for granted and to not treat me like that. Theyâre about to start boarding so I have to go. Take care of yourself Yoongi. Iâll see you when I get back.â With that you hung up not giving him the chance to say anything else. You knew it was harsh but he was also harsh towards you and you wanted him to regret his actions as petty as that might be. Maybe heâll see what it feels like to be on the receiving end of feeling ignored. A taste of his own medicine.
You shut your phone back off and made your way to the gate boarding your next plane. Your next flight thankfully went quick and you landed back in your home country. You were going to be staying with your parents. Finally arriving at your parents house you quickly went up to your old room and laid in bed exhausted from the day of travel. You turned on your phone so you could charge it and set your alarm clock when you heard a bunch of notifications which you figured were all from Yoongi. You were correct. He had tried to call you six more times and sent you a bunch of texts,
Yoongles: Y/N Iâm really sorry. I was such a jerk. I never shouldâve asked you to leave.
Yoongles: Please let me know when youâve landed so that I know youâre safe.
Yoongles: Iâll stop bothering you. Just please let me know youâre safe and okay. Iâm laying in bed alone and I really miss you. I love you.
You sighed. As much as you wanted to completely ignore him you knew heâd be a nervous wreck all night if he didnât know you were safe and you didnât want that.
You: I just got to my parents so Iâm safe. Get some sleep Yoongi. You really need it. Iâll talk to you another time.
Over the next couple months Yoongi texted you and called you more than he had in the last six months. You didnât completely ignore him but you definitely tried to give him that taste of his own medicine.
You were able to get everything situated back home and got prepared to make the trip back to Seoul. You had decided to keep it a surprise from Yoongi telling him that you were still probably going to be gone for a few more weeks.Thankfully the trip was quick and easy and you were now making your way to his studio. You knocked on the door but all you heard was a muffled Go Away. Rolling your eyes you knocked again, this time louder and harder hoping to get his attention.
It worked because a few second later the door swung open with fury and standing there was a disheveled Yoongi. He looked like he hadnât slept the entire time you were gone and he probably ate just enough to barely keep him alive. âWhat do you wa-?â, he stopped mid speech when his eyes met yours. Instantly he lunged forward wrapping his arms around you burying his face in your neck. Before you could say anything you felt his shoulder start to shake and not long after you felt warm tears landing on your neck. Gently you pushed him away to get a better look and saw that he was crying.
âYoongles, why are you crying?â, you asked wiping at the tears. This was only the third time he had ever allowed you to see him cry and it was heartbreaking. He was taking this a lot harder than you ever thought he would.
Quickly you pulled him into his studio and sat him down on the couch trying to comfort him. After he was able to calm his breathing he leaned onto you snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, âIâm so sorry Y/N. I never knew how hard it was when I shut you out. These last couple months have been awful.â You kissed his forehead, âItâs okay Yoongi. Iâm here now. Iâm sorry that I just left like that but I wanted you to see how it felt even though it was painful for me too. I worried about you every day while I was gone.â He chuckled, âYeah well I cried pretty much every night. I donât know how you did it all these years. I promise Iâm going to be better about spending time with you and Iâll watch my mouth.â You smiled while pushing the hair out of his face, âGood because next time I go home I just might not come back.â Yoongi shook his head at the thought.
You watched him walk over to his computer closing all of the systems and powering it off. âWhat are you doing?â, you asked confused. He started putting on his coat and walked over to take your hand, âWeâre gonna go get something to eat and then go home. We have two months of cuddles to make up for and Iâm not waiting any longer.â You smiled taking his hand and walking out of the room with him happy that you finally get to relax in his arms like you wanted from the start.
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hickey prank | c.b.
pairing: colby brock x fem!reader
summary: you make a hickey prank on your boyfriend.
warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(I'm sorry but english is not my first language), suggestion of cheating(?), wasn't proofread
an: it's my first ever post here so pls don't judge me too much đđđť
pictures are from pinterest:)
"Hi everyone!" you waved to the camera "Today, I'm with Kat" Katrina smiled at the camera saying hello "And we will be pranking my boyfriend!"
"Yay!" Katrina shouted. "If you're watching this Colby, I'm not sorry." she winked.
You laughed and started explaining to your viewers what exactly you have planned. "So I will be doing hickeys prank on Colby and at first I wanted to just fake them with make up but my incredible friend here" you pointed at Katrina who just smiled widely "Said it's too boring, so guess what! She will be making my hickeys!"
"Yes! So let's get to work."
You both sat at your bed and you were telling your viewers a story about how you thought about this prank while Katrina was sucking on your neck, sometimes stopping to add something to your story.
"Okay, oh my god, Katrina!" you screamed with wide eyes looking at the mirror. She did a good job. Maybe too good.
Your neck now had three big, red hickeys.
"I'm not sure if Colby will be the only one jealous." you laughed "Sorry Sam" you winked at the camera and Kat laughed.
"So now all we have to do is wait for boys to come home from a meeting." Kat said and clicked the camera off.
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"Honey we're home!" you heard Sam screaming and then the door being shut.
You and Katrina exchanged looks and she quickly ran to your room to turn on hidden there camera while you turned on the one that was in living room.
"Hi boys" you smiled at them when they entered the room and you went to Colby to kiss him while Sam went to his and Katrina room after a quick hello.
Colby hugged you and peppered your face with kisses and then said "Are you hungry? We got lunch from this small Italian restaurant."
"No, I already ate, but thanks babe" you kissed his cheek and sat on the couch again.
"Okay, I will go change."
You stood up and went after him while smiling discreetly to the hidden camera.
In your shared room Colby immediately went to the closet while you sat on your bed waiting for him to be done.
You also adjusted your(Colby's) shirt so your collarbone and neck were more showing.
You scrolled through your phone when Colby finally sat next to you in new clothes and in silence he looked at your neck.
You bite back your smile knowing he noticed hickeys.
Before you knew his hand was on your neck trying to smear the hickey.
"What's that?" he asked quietly with narrowed brows.
"Hickeys." you smiled at him putting your phone on the bedside table "You made them, don't you remember?"
"I'm pretty sure I would remember marking you like that." his voice was low and you knew he definitely wasn't happy. "Who did that? Is this some kind of prank?"
"What? No, Colby. I can't believe you don't remember making them." you faked scoff.
"Y/n..." he sighed "Who did that?"
You were close to laughing at his face but thankfully you stopped yourself.
Then when you looked at him again you felt bad because you noticed the hurt and insecurity on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry, Colby" you took his hand and squeezed when he wanted to take it back "It's a prank, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't want to make you upset. Katrina made those hickeys."
Colby just silently looked at you trying to analyze your words and you just stoop up and took the camera out of its hiding spot.
"Sorry guys, it's kinda fail but I feel too bad to continue this prank." you pouted explaining it to your viewers. "Look at this pouty, I couldn't do this to him." you pointed at the camera at Colby and he just shook his head with a small relieved smile.
"Does Sam know his girlfriend made hickeys on you?" Colby asked and you laughed.
"Nope, if Kat won't tell him herself, he will get to know when the video is out!"
You said your goodbyes to the camera and stopped recording. Then you put the camera on a desk and you went to Colby and straddled his waist while he laid on his back on the bed.
"I'm so sorry" you said again hugging him.
"It's okay, I'm so happy it's just prank but I'm not sure if I shouldn't be jealous because I don't remember the last time I left any marks on you." he moved his brows suggestively and you laughed.
"Maybe we should change it then."
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Fade into you pt.2
Boxer!sevika x topside!reader
Finally done part 2! (it literally took me a whole month) I kept losing motivation to write BUT I FINALLY FINISHED TODAY!! Hope yâall like it! (I donât think Iâll continue this tbh) I feel like this kinda sucks ass canât lie.
WC: 1167
The following day, you couldn't stop thinking about Sevika and the interaction you had with her. The way she got so close to you, the way she looked as she was sitting there and smoking her cigarette. Ugh, you needed to stop thinking of her seriously! Are you actually considering going back? She told you she had a fight next week and you were off next week.Â
"Just stop it!â You knew your parents would freak out if they ever found out you went to the undercity, let alone thinking about going back there, but why was the thought of not seeing Sevika making you feel so down? As the next week started approaching, you finally made your decision to go and see Sevika again; you couldn't shake her out of your head. The problem was, you didn't want to tell Sam about it, but you also didn't know your way around the undercity. God, this was going to be a mission.Â
You decide to wear something cute this time aroundâa long-sleeve low-cut shirt and a cute black skirt. For shoes, you went with black combat boots. You do your hair and makeup, grabbing your phone and bag ready to head out, when all of a sudden your mother walks in.Â
âWhere do you think you're going, young lady?â She questioned you. Shit, what would you say?
"Um, im going to Sams, yeah. She's having a little girls night!â praying that she believed you, sometimes it blew your mind that as an adult your mother was still so stuck with you. You actually hated it, but you didn't say anything about it. Your mother nodded her head.
"Okay, be safe honey. Text me when you get home, okay?â she said as she hugged you and left you be. You sighed and went out. You kind of felt bad for lying to your mother, but it was whatever at this point. Stepping out of your house, you try your best to remember the way Sam took you, and you find yourself where she took you last time.Â
As you walk your way over to the fighting ring, you can't help but feel eyes all on you. âOf course they'd stare; you literally look like you're from the topside.â you say to yourself. You get there and see Sevika already in the ring fighting her opponent. You manage to get yours close enough to see her.Â
The guy she is fighting is like 2x bigger than her, and yet she's so unfazed by it. He lands a hit on Sevika and knocks her back, but only for a second because she's right back and hits him back so hard he goes flying back. There's a small break that was called; Sevika looks into the crowd and manages to spot you. She thought you were so easily spottable; you see her and smile at her. You see the blood on her face, probably a bloody nose. She sends a wink your way, and you swear you passed out there. After the break, Sevika and the guy were at it again. He goes to hit him, but Sevika has him figured out this time and blocks his punch, and she knocks him to the ground; he stays there, probably passed out.Â
Sevika is declared winner once again, and everyone goes crazy like last week. Sevika motions to the back, where the little room is. You make your way through the busy crowd and step into the room.
âYou came, doll.â Her voice boomed; god, her voice was like fucking music to your ears. Why is she making you feel this way? You could listen to her voice all day.
"Yeah, I did come back; I donât really know why.â Suddenly, your shoes became the most interesting thing in the world. A part of you wanted to get to know Sevika, possibly befriend her, maybe something more. But knowing that Sevika was from the undercity and a boxer, you knew it could never happen. Feeling a warm hand grab your chin gently and lift it up broke you out of your little trance. You are met with Sevika's eyes; god, you could get lost in those eyes of hers. She leans in a bit closer.
"Oh, you know why, doll, don't play stupid with me. You wanted to come see me; that's why you're here.â You hated how right she was. She pulled away from you and backed away.Â
âLets celebrate my win doll." She opened the door for you, and you walked out. The bar was crowded, and so was the dance floor; you felt a bit nervous about this not really being your scene. She grabbed your hand and dragged you to a table where a couple other guys were seated. She pulled you to that table sitting down; you sat beside her.Â
Everyone looked a bit intimidating to you. Someone approaches the table and hands Sevika a drink; of course they would know what she liked. She fights here and celebrates here. Sevika chugs down her drink before looking at you.Â
âSo what do you usually drink? Something fancy?â The truth was you never really drank; when you did drink, it was just a small bit of wine or a little champagne. You didn't even know if you should drink anything tonight; I mean, how would you even go home?Â
"Oh, I usually have a bit of wine, but I don't think I'll drink tonight.â You explain to her; she lets out a small chuckle. God, Â she was perfect. No! You can't be thinking of her like that. Her voice brought you out of your thoughts.
âI figured as much; I don't think you'd find the best kind around here.â Sevika says as she starts on her second drink of the night. Hours go by and you have amazing conversations with Sevika; she tells you all about the undercity, and you tell her about Piltover. You knew that conditions down in the undercity were not great at all, and she was so passionate talking about her place here. You admired that about her. Hours pass, and before you know it, the time is 2330 and you have to leave. Sevika offers to take you at least halfway.Â
Staying close to Sevika, you two begin the journey back. As you get closer and closer to where you need to go, Sevika asks you a question. âWould you want to come down again next week? "Uh, donât have a fight, so we can maybe just spend the day together.âÂ
You put a hand on her bicep, smiling up at her, âOf course, Sevika. Iâll see you here again next week.â She pulls her phone out and gives it to you, typing in your number and saving it into her phone. You reach up and give Sevika a kiss on her cheek. âSee you sev!" With that, you run off.
Sevika makes it her goal to get with you no matter what.
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Hello! Can I request for you giving joshua a surprise? Like you lied to him about not being able to make it for concert/caratland but he found you in the crowd â¤ď¸
Just a little Lie
Pairing: Joshua Hong x F! reader
A/N: Hello Anon! This is so cute, I can just imagine his pouty face because he thinks you won't be there.đ (btw I did add a bit of a twist to it, I hope you still like it!) + not proofread
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 8.8k
Synopsis: After telling Joshua you won't be able to attend his concert, he spots you in the crowd while performing.
Lying in bed next to Joshua you look up at him as he's scrolling on his phone. "Shua..?"
He immediately turns off his phone, putting it to the side to be completely focused on you.
"So you know how your concert's tomorrow right?" You act nervous.
"Yes, I know, what about it?" He smiles at you. "So you see, my mom called me...asking for help. She said it was important..." You trail off as he cups your face.
"It's okay sweetheart. If you can't make it, it's totally okay. Besides, you can always come to my next one, yeah?" He caresses your cheek as you nod.
"You're sure you'll be okay with me not being there?" Looking up a him as the corner of his beautiful eyes crinkle, smiling dearly at you.
"Yes, I'll be alright okay? Now let's go to sleep you have you help your mom." You cuddle closer to him as he kisses your forehead, hugging you back.
Smiling at the thought of how easy it is to trick him, you simply drift off to sleep.
The Next Morning
Waking up to Joshua kissing your nose, you react, scrunching it and having him chuckle. "I was going to get up earlier but I wanted to get up with you since I won't be seeing you for the rest of the day."
He knows just the right words to make your heart melt. "Shall we get ready together then?" He looks at you nodding with his eyes.
After you both finish brushing your teeth together you go out to buy a quick pastry from the bakery because you know how Joshua has a sound-check later.
"Do you want me to drive you to your mom's house?" You almost choke on the pastry you bought. 'shit..I forgot about that.' You curse under your breath.
"What?" He looks at you as it is a red light. "Huh? oh, nothing. You don't have to drop me off, you know it's not that far besides, you have a sound-check later." Trying your absolute best to him refuse, he simply doesn't.
"I know it's not that far but I don't want you walking all that when I can simply drop you off there. Plus I haven't seen your mom in a while, I'm sure she misses me." That much was true but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it.
You know how your mom loves Joshua, and it doesn't even shock you to know she loves him more than you sometimes. He is a sweetheart so you can't even blame her.
"Fine, you can drop me off then..." In panic mode, 'what if she doesn't play along?' You thought.
Arriving in the front of your mother's house. Joshua exits the car to open your side of the door, placing his hand just over your head so you don't hit it coming out of the car.
Knocking on your mother's door, she finally opens it. "Y/n? What brings you by- Aw Joshua! what are you doing here!" She practically jumps on him as he's laughing, hugging her back.
"Good Morning, Mrs. y/l/n!" He smiles at her as she hits his arm lightly. "Oh please, I thought we were done with this! call me Y/m/n!"
You roll your eyes. "Mom..." You whine gaining her attention. "Oh yes, sorry, What brings you by? I thought today was Joshuas' concert right?" She now gets off of your man.
"You know...remember? you called me saying you needed help?" Winking at her as if you need clinical attention.
"Are you okay sweetie? I don't recall me asking- oh? oh! yes, now I remember. Silly me you know I'm getting old so my memories are not so good!" She laughs, and Joshua joins her.
"So, I'm going to help her out okay Shua? Now you don't want to be late for your concert! Go go go!" You push him into his car as he keeps on asking if you nee his help.
"I'll be fine Shua okay? I love you, make sure you have fun today!" Pecking his lips as he returns those same kind words. "I love you too Sweetheart. Don't forget to text me after you finish helping her."
"Okay, now go!" You laugh, waving as he drives off.
"So what was that about? Are you in a fight with him?" Your mom crosses her arms confused.
"No Mom, I want to surprise him at his concert so I had to use you as an excuse." She smiles at you. "How cute, but you have to get ready, his concert starts in a couple of hours!"
"I know! Now I have to run back home to start getting ready. Thank you Mom for helping me, I love you take care okay?"
You start speed-walking away as your mom yells asking you to be careful.
Making your way home you immediately head to your closet. Putting on a cute fluffy soft pink dress you look in the mirror, twirling in the short dress.
After applying some soft yet glittery makeup, you add a pink bow to your hair. Checking the time, you notice it's 5 pm. One hour until the concerts start! 'I didn't know I took that long' You thought.
You don't forget your lightstick and Joshua picket which you designed with pretty pearls and some bows.
"Time to surprise Shua!" You accidentally yell out excitedly.
Joshua's POV
Getting ready to be on stage, Jeonghan approaches me. "Where's Y/n? She's always backstage with you before the concert starts."
"She had to help her mom," I answer him as he smiles. "Really? help her mom the day you have a concert? You really think she's helping her mother?" He crosses his arms.
"Of course, she's helping her mom. I even dropped her off to confirm it. I told her it was okay though...she could always come to the next one." I just shrug it off while Jeonghan still believes Y/n's lying.
'Even if she was lying, what else would she be doing?' I thought.
Finally, You make it into the stadium. Scanning your ticket you enter, trying to find your seat.
You wanted to be on the floor area but you knew that'd be way too risky so instead, you got the first row of seats where the members could still walkthrough.
'It's starting!!' You stand up excitedly cheering your man on.
Watching him sing, you could still sense the pouty-ness in his voice.'How cute' You said to yourself.
It's now time for them to start walking near the seats. Of course, Seokmin and Soonyoung are the first to start charging at the fans happily while Joshua walks calmly smiling at everyone.
Seokmin sees you and smiles widely not to make it too obvious.
Joshua walks locked arms with Jeonghan His evil twin until he spots you. Right in front of him.
Stopping in his tracks, Jeonghan smiles at you knowing you were going to be here, and walks away leaving Joshua speechless.
Holding your Joshua Picket up you smile at him. "Sweetheart." He mouths while smiling reaching out for your hand.
You also reach out but your supposedly intimate moment gets ruined as a fan reaches out their hand, holding Joshuas.
You and him both laugh as your eyes are glued to one another. "I love you" He mouths.
"I love you too, now go, your members are waiting for you to start the song." You mouth back laughing at his 'oh' expression as he runs cutely to the stage.
The concert's almost over and Joshua has never taken his eyes off of you. Whether it was singing, dancing, or even talking to the fans, he kept looking at you with loving eyes making you blush.
As he sings any love song with the vocal unit he never fails to look at you when saying a certain lyric.
You've almost completely lost your voice from singing and cheering him on so you try your best to not talk at all anymore.
The members are all saying their final goodbye's as the concert is soon ending and it's Shua's turn to talk but you an only make out the last part because you were simply admiring him.
"I'm so glad you've made it to see us perform! I love you all so so much!" He emphasizes the 'so' while looking at you making your heart flutter.
Walking backstage your eyes land on Joshua talking to Seungcheol. Seungcheol gestures for him to look at you with his head before smiling and walking away.
Joshua's eyes sparkle while he walks up to you. He hugs you tightly as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
"I thought you weren't coming hm?" His soft voice is all you want to hear. "I wanted to surprise you."
"Well he was most definitely surprised, you should've seen how sulky he was because he thought you weren't coming!" Jeonghan adds making you giggle.
"It's not that I was sulky...I was just a bit upset that's all." He attempts to defend himself.
"Sure if that's what you want to call it." You see Seungcheol shrug as he walks out of the room.
"I didn't know you'd be so sulky and pouty about it." You tease him, caressing his cheeks as he pouts.
"Next time don't lie about not coming..." He looks away. "But that's what makes it fun!"
He looks at you, a bit serious. "Alright alright my pouty Shua, I'll never lie again!" You raise your right hand as if you were in court.
He just laughs and hugs you. "Okay good, but it was a good thing I managed to spot you."
Looking up at him as he still hugs you tightly, "I know right? It would've been embarrassing if you just walked right passed me." You both look at each other and laugh really loud as you hold hands, walking out of the place together. Filling the place with pure happiness and giggles.
Reqs are open!
Taglist!!
@jjunie-0 @minminghao @honglynights @allieyaaa
#he's such a gentleman I can't!!#I need Joshua#svt x reader#kpopidol#kpop fanfic#fanfic#cottagecore#svt fluff#kpop bg#svtcreations#kpop#joshua x y/n#seventeen#joshua x reader#joshua#svt#seventeen joshua#joshua hong#joshua fluff#live performance#concert
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Pick a pile
What makes you a good person
1. 2. 3.
Pile 1
Your a peaceful person you like to keep your peace. Your someone who goes with the flow your ok with change and new things even if your scared of a situation you know itâs all going to be ok. You stay true to yourself youâre not flashy you donât flex your money or newest finest things you have. You see things from every perspective youâre not quick to judge you know everyone comes from different paths in lives and may see things differently. You may have struggled with mental health, anxiety or depression in your childhood or teen years this really played a part in who you are today. You may be a teacher or want to be a teacher of some sort or had a teacher in your life who you looked up to Iâm getting miss honey and Matilda vibes. You make what seems impossible possible. Someone here could be 22. You have a lot of stability youâre ready for anything. You see everything as an opportunity. You donât let people get in the way of your path in life. You know how defend your self you usally donât tho if someone says something about you you just like I feel sad for them like âyou must be miserable to hate on meâ but if you need to defend yourself youâll snap and get your point across.
Thank you for reading loves! đ¤
Pile 2
Being a good person may feel hard sometimes. itâs like you do everything for everyone and get nothing back. You over work yourself for people who donât deserve nothing from you. Youâre worrying about pleasing others over your own happiness. You may feel like being a good person gets you nowhere. (Iâm sorry love if someone in your life and doesnât appreciate you you need to cut them off you deserve so much more then people who donât appreciate all you do, you are so important and you will find someone that will appreciate you.) You take care you others Iâm getting empathetic energy like if someone around you is sick your fast to get them whatever they need because you remember what itâs like to be sick so you wanna help them get better. You stay committed your very goal oriented if you put your mind to something youâre doing anything to get there. Someone here may be very close to their grandma or used to when they were little. You find a way to see the joy in fun in life even when things arenât easy. Youâre good at giving advice you know just what to say in any situation. Someone here may have very long hair or like to their elbow. You know how to keep a promise. You need to learn to cut people out your life love someone in your life isnât good for you.
Thank you for reading loves! đ¤
Pile 3
You use past situations to help better yourself. You work well with other people and groups. People see you as approachable you have a very friendly energy about you that makes people wanna talk and be friends with you. I feel like youâre a very good friend always checking up on people making sure everyoneâs ok and making sure no one feels left out when yâall hangout. I feel that sometimes your face may say other wise tho lol someone here may have a rbf or just look mad or tired sometimes. You are good in relationships you were made to me a lover Iâm hearing âbest I ever hadâ. When you have kids youâre going to be the best parent you are going to love those kids so much And unconditionally. I feel like having kids is going to change you for the better if there things you donât like or flaws you have become a parent is going to change all of that. I feel like youâre a trustworthy person people trust you with many things. You look out for people you love and protect them from people with ill intentions Your able to see the bad in people and they will think there slick and getting away with it but you see right through them. You have a mothering healing energy people feel safe around you being around you just feels like a big hug. You have a very soft submissive girly energy.
Thank you for reading loves! đ¤
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Can I request a Han fic where the reader is an idol under JYP who also happens to be Chan's little sister?
I thought I wouldn't have much time to write recently but I LOVED this idea so I worked on it last night and today on my lunch break and I finished it!
This was such a fun one to work on, thanks for the request and I really hope you like it!
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Intimate
Summary: You went to your brother Chan's place crying, but you found his roommate Han Jisung instead.
Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!idol!reader
Word count: 1k
Taglist: @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345
Includes: fluff, hurt/comfort, pie as a comfort food, cuddles, sharing a bed (sfw)
Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!
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You knocked on the door and stepped back, shuffling your feet on the hallway carpet.
Youâd been hoping itâd be your brother Chan who opened the door, but you werenât so lucky. It was Han Jisung, whoâd always been mostly nice but teasing to you. You didnât need teasing right now.
âY/n! Are you looking for Chanâoh, whatâs wrong?â His voice was colored with worry as he saw the tear tracks on your face.
âYeah.â You mumbled, pushing past him and walking into the living room to flop face-first on the couch.
âI think heâs in the studio right now.â
âItâs four in the morning.â You mumbled. âWhy is he in the studio?â
âDunno.â You heard one of the chairs in the room squeak slightly as Jisung sat down. âHe does that sometimes, especially when he canât sleep. He goes and works on music.â
âMph.â You groaned. You could understand that, you did the same, writing songs for your group in the dead of night. Youâd been hoping to wake Chan up, though, not miss him entirely.
âIs there⌠do you want to talk about it?â Jisung asked hesitantly, his voice softer than youâd ever heard it.
You considered for a moment, worried Jisung might make fun of you if you told him the truth.
If he does tease me, I can just leave and text Chan. You reassured yourself.
You tilt your head sideways so youâre not talking into the pillow. âI totally messed up in practice for this music video last night and Iâm worried Iâll be dropped or something. Weâre about to debut, and we have to be, like⌠perfect.â
Jisung hummed thoughtfully. âAnd that was last night? Your debut is set for⌠less than a month, right?â
âThree weeks and four days.â
âBeen thinking about it?â
You sighed. âYeah.â
âI get it. Itâs terrifying.â
You looked up at him over your shoulder. âNot going to poke fun at me?â
Jisung tilted his head, confused. âNo? Youâre crying. You know, I only do that when Iâm joking around. I never mean it genuinely.â
âIt still hurts sometimes.â You sat up, hugging the pillow.
âIâm sorry.â Jisung cleared his throat. âI guess⌠I go too far sometimes.â
You nodded, new tears forming in your eyes. âI appreciate that.â
âOh, did I say something wrong?â He leaned towards you.
You sniffed. âNo, Iâm just⌠emotional, I guess.â
âHere, I have a solution.â Jisung stood up and walked into the kitchen. You watched him go, curious. You heard the fridge open and close, and he walked back in with a plate of pie and a fork.
âOh, thatâs my favorite kind.â You smiled.
âYeah. I remembered you mentioning it a little bit ago and I thought Iâd give it a try.â Jisung shrugged, holding the plate out to you. âIt was pretty good, but I got a lot, and I had some extra.â
You took the pie and took a bite. It was delicious, comforting, and exactly what you needed. âThank you.â You said, your mouth full.
He laughed, and you were suddenly struck by how cute he was when he was genuinely happy.
Although Iâve always kind of found him attractiveâŚ
âIâm glad youâre liking it.â He sat back down and held out his hand. âHere, let me have a bite.â
You held out the plate. âShould you⌠new fork?â
âI donât care.â He took it. âDo you?â
âNo.â You said, your face heating up.
âYouâre all red!â Jisung grinned. âYou do care!â
âWhatever.â You mumbled, unable to hold back your smile.
He took a bite, then gave the plate to you. You broke off a piece of the pie with the fork, hesitated for a moment, then took the bite. You handed it back to him, and he had another bite, too.
It felt intimate.
When the pie was finished, Jisung set the plate down on the coffee table. âDid that help?â
âYeah.â You leaned back. âWhy are you still up, anyway?â
He pointed to the TV, where a show was paused. âI couldnât sleep, either.â
âIs something up?â
He didnât look at you. âNo.â
âI told you mine.â
He sighed. âI guess Iâm in a similar boat to you. Iâm really struggling with some choreography, and I think Minho is annoyed with me at this point.â
âYeah, I definitely understand that.â You nodded. âBut if you want to get good at the choreo, you should probably get some sleep, youâre not gonna be able to dance tomorrow if youâre exhausted.â
He raised his eyebrows. âSays you.â
âI donât want to go back to my place.â You said softly. âOne of my roommates was mad at me about⌠tonight.â
âSleep here, then.â
âNah, itâs fine.â You shook your head. âI donât like couches, Iâll be brave and go home and lay in bed or something.â
Jisung thought for a moment. âI have an idea, if youâre up for it.â
You raised your eyebrows. âShoot.â
âWe could both sleep in my bed. Maybe having someone else close would help.â
The part of you that had a crush on Jisung went wild.
âSure, that sounds nice.â You smiled.
âNice.â He stood up. âCâmon.â
You followed him down the hall and to his room, which youâd never been in before. It was a little messy, but you could tell he was organized. His bed was mussed up, like heâd been tossing and turning. Given what heâd told you, he probably had been.
He pulled back the covers and motioned for you to get in. âGet comfy.â
You did so, getting into the bed and pulling the comforter over yourself. You were suddenly exhausted, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. The bed dipped when Jisung got in.
You got an idea. âJisung?â
âHm?â
âCan we, um, cuddle? Iâm just feeling a bit lonely, and I think itâd be nice, and I⌠I dunno, we donât have to.â You rambled.
ââCourse we can.â Jisung opened his arms, and you scooted into them.
He was warm, and solid, and comforting, and safe.
Intimate.
You felt content for the first time since your disastrous practice as you cuddled into his chest.
âChan might kill me.â He muttered, his embrace tightening a bit.
âNo, he wonât.â You closed your eyes. âChanâll be fine.â
âEven if he did, it would be worth it.â He said with a soft laugh.
That was the last thing you heard before you fell into sleep.
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need tashi to shove my face into arts ass like i need air
usually not into giving rimming but here i wrote two pieces today about it - i guess in very specific contexts i rock w it.
she probably does it because she knows you like to be involved with everything they do - but sometimes mommy wants to pound daddy's tight little ass and since she knows you're their good little girl, she'll let you help -
"need you to get him ready for my cock," she tells you, petting your head. with the other hand she strokes arts thigh, "you know how big mommy is. need him wet like how your pussy gets."
art is biting his lip hard enough to bleed. hes alot of things. embarrassed to be seen this way by you, but also turned the fuck on because you're his little angel, his babygirl, and the thought of you eating him out - your tongue touching his hole - something so dirty - when tashi fucks him - not even she licks there - something about it beneath her, he thinks - the act submissive in some way, servicing him. you're servicing him and fuck that makes his cock throb painfully where it flags against his stomach, hard and flushed. leaking already.
you nod, your eyes innocent but determined to do this task. to please your mommy and daddy. you look at him next, like you're looking for guidance and he swallows. bites back his shyness about the act - he's eaten his own cum from your asshole, for gods sake - and brings up his legs. reaches down to grab up his testicles so they're not in your way.
"Its okay, baby." he tells you softly, "it feels good."
you blink in wonder at his hole. not a place you've really seen before - hes pink - the muscle a small ring - a tight little furl nestled between his cheeks. tashi rubs the back of your neck, gently guiding you forward.
"remember i need him loose." she tells you, "do a good job for me, baby, and you'll get a nice reward after."
your cunt clenches at that and you eagerly let her press your face between the globes of daddys ass - your nose settles against his taint, the tickle of his balls there - and you gently allow your tongue to press slowly over the twitching muscle.
It twitches under your tongue and arts legs rise up higher. he moans loudly "fuck." already he sounds weepy, like how he does when hes about to cum. tashi is there though, with a tight grip around his base to stave off any orgasms. "oh fuck - "
"does she feel good?" tashi asks, genuinely curious. "she looks like shes really putting the work in there."
you've practicallt unhinhed your jaw to lick at his hole. wide wet swipes of your tongue - swirling over the rim, sucking and kissing around it. letting spit drip down your chin, making it sloppy.
art moans. and tashi rolls her eyes. squeezes his cock. "you have to tell her, art. be a good daddy and tell her how well shes doing."
"you're doing - s-so well, baby - fuck - god, her little tongue - ah -"
you whine into his ass, wanting to rub yourself through your panties but mommy didn't say you could. you lose yourself in the work for a few more minutes before tashi is pulling you back, a string of spit connecting from your lips to arts hole - which is nearly swollwen red now from your attention - slick and shiny.
"oh thats very good. gonna slide right in -" she gives you a warm kiss. "up on the bed now. you're gonna watch mommy fuck daddy and you're going to put on a show for us - okay?"
you nod, eagerly hopping up and yanking off your clothes. laying back on their big bed and spreading your legs, sticky with your juices - reaching down to play idly with your cunt as you watch tashi move art into position, all fours, back arched - daddy is so athletic! - the harness hugging her hips so beautifully. the thick silicone cock hanging off it is one you're intimately familiar with yourself, you know the stretch of it in every one of your holes - and you clench at the phantom feel of it now. biting your lip and rocking against your fingers.
"that's beautiful, pretty girl." tashi tells you, her eyes dark where she watches you touch yourself. she angles her hips behind art and you think shes started to push in, the way art gasps and rocks back against her, his eyes squeezed shut. tashi slides a hand into his hair, yanks his head up so its not hanging down like it was - "look at her, baby. watch our sweet girl play with her pussy for us while i fuck you - dont look away."
having arts gaze on you - intense and hot and pleading- at the place between your thighs. you're so wet it drenches down your wrist when you slide your fingers in.
art groans - "please." he gasps. "please, oh my god -"
tashi strokes a hand down his back as she moves the only way she knows how - unrelenting thrusts that make art sway back and forth with every plunge. "what're you begging for?" she asks, fake sweet as she starts fucking him harder immediately after asking it. "hm? speak."
he shakes his head, cheeks flushing and gasps when tashi brings a hand down on his ass. "wasn't fucking asking."
his fingers grip the sheets, curling into them - "touch my cock - please, i - its too much -"
tashi ignores that for awhile, seems to find an angle that feels good against her clit because she starts moaning softly herself.
they look beautiful together - both of them have bodies that are works of art. powerful and strong. you stop stroking through your slit to just watch - clenching around nothing as they get lost in eachother.
you're too horny for that to sting at the moment, the movement of their bodies hot and searing through your blood. you want to be under art, letting him fuck your throat - shit.
tashi finally reaches down, grips arts bouncing pink cock and tells him, "alright, now. you can cum.." trailing off as she gets lost in her own orgasm - biting her lip as her hips roll into arts ass. rubbing her pussy against the harness.
you watch as thick spurts of white shoot out of arts slit. your mouth waters because you want to lick it up. but you stay where you are - an observer as they both come down from their high.
art slumps on the bed when tashi slowly pulls out, tossing the cock to the side and gathering her husband in her arms. art wraps his arms around her - resting his head against her stomach. his body is gleaming with sweat. breathing still heavy. tashi is looking down at him fondly, scratching at his scalp as she cards her fingers through his blonde locks.
he sighs into her.
you feel bad then - the bad icky feeling starting to rise - of i dont belong here, im an outlier, an outsider, they dont need me when they have eachother, why am i here, i should probably go - but just before the thoughts are about to cloud over you - drag you under - tashi looks up.
and its not a look of surprise like she'd forgotton about you, its a look of tenderness. the soft after glow sex she gets when shes all soft and more expressive. a part of her must recognize the direction your thoughts were going because she purses her lips wryly, jerks her head in a come here motion.
you crawl across the bed to her and art and sit there on your knees, waiting. tashi reaches out, cups your cheek - "im very proud of you." she tells you, and your thighs automatically lock together. "i know it isn't easy for you when we focus on eachother - but you did so well letting mommy and daddy love eachother. and yes, we still want you."
your eyes prick with tears. tashi isn't amazing with words but somehow she always says the right thing when you need it most.
"Im still your baby?" you ask.
art shifts, lifts his head from tashi's belly and you gasp when one of his big arms bands around your waist and drags you down onto his warm chest. "dont ask stupid questions." he says, squeezing you to him, lips at the top of your head.
"what he said," tashi agrees, cards her fingers through your hair now. "how're you feeling. both of you?"
you squirm. the heat between your legs back - but you dont want to be greedy - so you wait for art to answer.
he rubs his hand down your back, cups one of the globes of your ass. "m'good." he sounds like he does in the mornings. relaxed and croaky.
"still hard?" tashi presses with a grin and art flushes.
"...yeah."
when it'd just been her and art his short refractory period and insatiable lust was a chore, mostly. after an orgasm, tashi was beat. done. art had spent alot of nights either taking care of himself after one round or simply forcing himself to go to bed hard.
that wasn't necessary anymore.
"i think our girl has been patient enough, hasn't she." soft fingers stroke down your cheek. "that poor princess cunt must be aching."
you whine. hide your face in arts chest. "mmm" you mumble against his pec, and you feel both his arms come around you now, two hands gripping and squeezing your asscheeks. dragging you closer to his warm body.
"think daddy should take care of that." tashi intones and art groans. hard cock twitching against his stomach, like its seeking your warmth already.
"fuck yes. baby, c'mere. let me - let me feel -" its so easy - for him to move you around. in just a second you're half deagged up his body, and hes reaching down, fitting his hand between your bodies until his fingers and deleving between your slick folds, hot and slick and - "oh you're so wet. oh baby. its okay - im gonna take care of you."
tashi stretches and yawns, her limbs lax and relaxed and sleepy from fucking. she settles on the soft bed, content to watch art roll you over onto your back, fit your body under his - and slide inside you.
you both moan - his body comes down over yours - your lips meeting desperately as your legs lock around his already moving hips. wet slaps fill the air almost immediately, followed by your little whimpers and arts mumbling against your throat. she cant make out what hes saying but shes sure its something ardent and worshipful. she catches tidbits of "love you -" and "feel so good -" and "pretty baby -"
she doesn't feel any jealousy or inadequacy watching her husband make love to you so passionately. just a sense of rightness. closeness. like all the pieces are where they're meant to be. she could watch art ruin you on his cock all day, and know you'll both turn to her when you're done, seeking her like two acolytes do their goddess.
its not such a bad life, really.
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