#i am a filthy dirty cheater

[aijiology]

playing love and deepspace when-

honestly not well babes, i dont think ill be seeing u for awhile.... make sure beel is well fed and mammon doesnt start borrowing money from loan sharks🫡

[sugarnspice630]

Fancall Fiasco - Hongjoong

"Fan service my ass! Guess I’m going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?"

•pairing: meandom!nonidol!hongjoong x idol!fem!reader

•word count: 4k

•tags: reader has an idol stage name that they go by, established relationship, mdni, smut, dirty filthy pure smut, possesive and MEAN hongjoong, degradation, name calling (whore, slut, cheater, etc), hair pulling, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, belt restraints, spanking, slight spitting, edging, overstimulation, biting/marking up (f receiving), slight cnc(?)...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Being an idol, you have to provide fan service to your loyal followers, however your boyfriend thinks you went a little too far with this one male fan and decides he needs to remind you who you belong to.

A/N: Phew howdy this is FILTHYYYY! Longest fic I've ever written too I think. After my call with Hongjoong, I couldn't stop thinking about if the roles were reversed and he got all jealous and possessive...Definitely need him to treat me this way. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

Your group recently had a comeback, and to promote album sales and meet your amazing fans, you were doing 2-3 fancall events every single day. It was exhausting to see some familiar faces and having to talk to the same person multiple times in one day, but as an idol, you have to put up with that kind of stuff and just do your job.

The outfit your stylist put you in was super edgy and went with the concept for your recent album. It was a little revealing, but you didn’t mind too much cause you felt pretty. A black crop top with a metal o-ring right in the middle of your chest, a hooded top with the shoulders exposed that had grommets and rings down the arms, and connected to this ring on the hoodie top were two belt-like chains that went down your sides and hooked together in the back underneath the hood. Many of the fans you talked to today, mostly men, but occasional female fans, complimented you and said how beautiful you looked today. It was always refreshing getting to talk to the fellow female fans, as it felt more like girlhood than the male fans just trying to get in your pants. Although there was this one fan in particular, that was unbelievably handsome. After the staff member removed the paper from the camera, you were met with a gorgeous man, around the same age as you, you assumed.

“A-ah! H-Hi Hana!” He waved to you and seemed slightly nervous.

“Hi there-!” You quickly glanced down at your note, sitting next to the album you were supposed to sign for the fan. “Felix! So nice to meet you!” You said with a smile and waved with your free hand. You stared back at the fan with sparkling eyes, and your head tilted to the side as he waved back to you.

“I’m so excited to talk to you today…ah sorry, I’m so nervous.” He covered his face with his hands but left his eyes visible so he could stare at you.

"Ahh, don’t be nervous; I’m excited to talk to you too. Actually, you’re very handsome.” You said with a smirk and leaned closer to the camera. You watched as the fan lit up with excitement and heard a tiny gasp come from him.

“Oh- t-thank you so much. Y-you’re very pretty too.”

“Oh am I~? That’s so nice to hear. Thank you so much.” You continued to smile and bat your eyes at the fan, enjoying how flustered you were making him.

“Y-yes, I actually had a question for you, if I can ask.”

“Yes of course!” You took this opportunity to look down at the album, pick your favorite picture from this specific version of the album, and place your signature in the corner, along with a couple hearts for some fan service. The fan asked their question while you were signing.

“I was wondering how you came up with your stage name?” Ah yes, the question many fans ask you because they love to hear the clever response that you came up with.

“Ahh actually, so the number 1 in Korean is "hana,” and it has a lot of importance to me. It’s my favorite number, I was the first person to join our group, and I know I’ll always be the number 1 in your heart.” You took your time saying your response to drag out the time, looking around the room to pretend you were thinking about it, and then at the very end flashed a finger heart and a wink to the fan, to which he melted and covered his face with his hands again.

“Wow…you’re so cool Hana and so pretty.”

“Thank you so much!” You covered your smile with your hand to act all shy and cutesy. As the fans say, the company's rent was due, your fan service today has been insanely good. You heard the familiar sound of the timer going off, meaning the call was coming to an end. “Aww I’m so sorry Felix our time is up.” You said with a pout and brought your hands to a praying motion.

“Aww okay. Bye Hana! Thank you so much!” He waved to you and smiled.

“Bye handsome! Thank you!” You winked one last time as you waved, and the staff covered the camera with paper and ended the call. You made sure the call was done before you let out a sigh of relief and dropped your smile. The staff member that was helping you out for the day just smiled and chuckled the slightest bit.

“You were working hard there.” She said as she grabbed the album from you, placed the sticky note with the fan's order on it, and set it off to the side.

“Ahh yeah, he was cute though! Very sweet boy. It’s fans like that that make me love my job.” You took a couple sips out of the water bottle the staff provided for you and relaxed for a few seconds before the next call started.

–

The events were done for the day, and exhausted was an understatement. You bowed to the event staff and thanked them many times before making your way out of the room and following your manager back to the designated room for your group. You quickly glanced at your phone and saw a message from your boyfriend.

Your blood ran cold. He sounded so serious. What could you have possibly done? I guess you were going to find out when you got back to your apartment. You and Hongjoong had plans to meet up after your schedules today anyway.

–

You got back to your apartment, finally wearing some comfortable clothes. You walked into the front door, took your jacket off, and started to kick your shoes off before shouting out to your boyfriend, who was hiding somewhere. 

“Hongjoong! I’m bac-!” Your words were cut off by Hongjoong pressing you against the wall. His one hand grips onto your shoulder to keep you against the hard surface, and the other hand holds his phone and shoves the screen in your face.

“What the fuck is this?” He said lowly and through gritted teeth. You glanced over at the screen, breathing heavily, and saw a familiar-looking face on his screen. The video was from one of the many fan calls you had today. Specifically the really nice looking one. What was his name? Ah right, Felix.

“I don’t understand…”

“Don't play dumb with me Y/N! You’re practically fucking him through the screen!”

“N-no Hongjoong..what? L-let me see.” You reached up, took the phone from his hand, and read the post the fan had made to yourself.

The attached video had no sound, but subtitles were provided. You reviewed the video and smirked to yourself, watching the fan get all nervous and flustered again at your fan service. That’s exactly all it was. Fan service. You scrolled through some of the comments that had been made on that post by other fans.

Waahhh, omg you’re so lucky!!

SHE IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU! IMAGINE BEING CALLED HANDSOME BY HANA? GOD YOU’RE SO LUCKY

Ohhh she wants you fr fr

You smirked again and lightly scoffed at the various reactions from your fans. When you looked back up at Hongjoong to hand him his phone back, his arms were crossed, his breathing was deep and heavy, and he stared at you with aggressive eyes.

“B-baby it’s just fan service.”

“Fan service my ass!” He snatched his phone back from your hand and shoved it into his pocket. “Guess I’m going to have to remind you exactly who you belong to, hm?”

“Hongjoong no, you don’t have to do that. I-I know that-.” Your words were cut off again by Hongjoong pushing you back against the wall again and slamming his lips onto yours. The grip he had on your arms was enough to hurt a little bit, and you squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling. “J-Joong.”

“Shut the fuck up cheater, or I’ll shove something in your mouth to make you shut up.” His behavior was so left-field for you, and you didn’t know how to feel. If you wanted to be truly honest, his possessive nature was making your pussy ache and damp.

“I didn’t d-do anything wrong!” 

“Didn’t do anything wrong….listen to yourself!” He yelled slightly and slid his hands down to grab both of your wrists, then slammed them up against the wall. He pressed his body frame against you, so you were completely against the wall. His face is right in your face, leaving no room for personal space. “I fucking own you; you got that? You’re mine, and when I see you flirting and undressing your fans with those seductive eyes of yours..I get a little…pissed off. So now, I have to make sure you haven’t forgotten exactly who you belong to.”

“Hongjoong I-.” Your heart was beating rapidly, and you did not know what else to say or do. He waited for you to try to say another smart remark before he took your hands held above your head, held them in one hand, and pulled you along as he started stomping toward your room. “Stop! What are you doing?”

“Teaching you a fucking lesson.” He threw his arm forward, which resulted in you stumbling forward and dropping down at the edge of the bed. He stepped back and ripped his shirt off over his head and, with one hand, threw it to the side of the room. You were propping yourself up with one arm and leaning back onto the bed as he walked closer to you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and forced your face to look up at him. Taking a few seconds to look at your face and smile slyly. 

“Are you scared of what I am capable of, Y/N?” You shook your head from side to side in response. “Use your fucking words slut.”

“N-no!” You stuttered out.

“You don’t sound so confident~.”

“I’m not scared of you!” You retaliated, but he just smirked at you. 

“Guess I'll have to make you scared of me then.” Not a moment passed before he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off the bed, down on your knees, onto the floor in front of him. You winced from the pain as he dragged you down. You tilted your head up to look at him, hoping your expression would fill him with remorse. “Pathetic really. You think looking at me like that will make me forget what you did today? Think again.” As he spoke, his free hand fought with his belt to get it off. He snapped the belt to the side, almost like a whip, and squatted down to be in front of you. You dared not to look at him, but you could feel his eyes piercing into you. You felt his hand release from your hair. He tenderly traced his hands along your arms and brought them together, holding your wrists together again with his hands.

“I don’t want you fucking touching me, so this is how I’ll fix that.” He took the belt and tightened it harshly around your wrists, pulling the belt tought and wrapping it a few times, allowing the end of the belt to stick out as a grip for him to hold onto. He stood back up and pulled your arms up with the belt. Your head rag dolled with your arms being pulled up. At this point, you had given in to him and were ready to accept whatever punishment he was giving you right now. 

Your eyes followed his hand, which was not holding your restraint, and your eyes were led to the zipper on his pants. He pulled the zipper down and shimmed his pants down just barely past his hips, enough for him to be able to whip his cock out. 

“Open up whore.” He demanded, and you found yourself quickly obeying. He raised the arm holding your restraint a little higher before shoving his cock directly into your mouth. Pushing himself all the way in, not allowing you to prepare yourself at all. Your eyes immediately filled with tears, and you tried your best not to gag. Hongjoong had an average-sized cock, but that doesn't mean it was easy for you to take him. You heard Hongjoong groan above you, and you glanced up at him to see the look on his face. His head was tilted back slightly, and his mouth was agape just the slightest bit.

“God I’m gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna fuck this little throat of yours so good it’ll be hard for you to sing at your precious music show tomorrow.” You whimpered at his dirty talk, but also because your voice is an extremely valued asset to your group, and if you can’t perform at your best, it will definitely not go unnoticed. He shoved himself further inside your mouth, and you couldn’t help but gag so hard that you started to cough. You pulled yourself off and back away from him, and you continued coughing until you felt better. Hongjoong scoffed at you.

“Unbelievable.”

“Joongie please…” Your voice is nearly above a whisper, still trying to come back to you after having his dick deep in your throat. Your eyes are now bloodshot and watery, looking at him hoping he’ll feel some sympathy and realize he's going a little too hard on you.

“You should have thought about the consequences before flirting with that fan baby.” He shrugs and dismisses your cry for help. You braced yourself, thinking he was going to shove himself back inside your throat, but to your surprise, he pulled you up by the belt restraint, so you were standing up. He steadied you by placing his free hand on your shoulder and looking at you deep in the eyes. “You’re lucky I actually give a shit about your career. Be thankful I don’t completely ruin your fragile ass.” He tilted his head while talking to you, smirking at the end of his sentence.

“Y-yes, thank you.”

“Shut up. That wasn’t an invitation.” He unexpectedly let go of the belt, and your arms fell down in front of you, hitting the front of your crotch. You whimpered at the impact and felt the blood rush back into your arms. He placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you, so you fell back onto the bed. Letting out a grunt when your back made contact with the mattress. Hongjoong stepped closer to the bed and gripped onto your sweatpants. 

“I don’t want to hear another sound out of you, got it?” You opened your mouth to agree, but quickly closed it and nodded your head instead. "Finally, you got some sense knocked into you.” He pulled your sweatpants down, and you heard a soft chuckle come out of him. “My my, you’ve made a mess down here already.” You wanted to squirm, but his grip on your legs prevented you from doing so. Your struggle must have said enough because he took two of his fingers and placed them on the wet patch on your underwear. The room was quiet enough that you could hear the squishing sound of your wetness spreading even more, completely soaking your undergarments.

“You like me treating you like this, huh?” He said as he pushed his fingers into you harder. You bit your lip to suppress the whimper that so desperately wanted to come out. His two fingers finding your clit through your underwear and massaging it delicately. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip harder. You arched your back slightly and tilted your head into the bed.

“Look at you getting all needy for me now. Bet you were not thinking about me when talking to that boy toy of yours.” His tone was so condescending. You had really pissed him off, and he was going to make sure you knew and remembered who you belonged to. He removed his fingers from your clothed pussy and pulled them down. Completely removing those and your sweatpants in the process. You felt the cold air of the room blow across your bare area and got cold chills on your body. He harshly gripped your thighs and pulled your legs further apart, completely exposing yourself to him. You felt his warm breath against you as he leaned in closer. He pushes your legs apart a little more, and you whimper at the pain of being overstretched. Hongjoong hears your whimper and slaps the side of your leg with his hand.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

“S-sorry.” You muttered and felt Hongjoong slap your side again, harder than the last time. Next thing you know, he dives his tongue straight into your pussy, licking and sliding his mouth everywhere. His warm tongue collects all of your juices that have recently come out. He swirls your fluids around in his mouth and spits it right back out onto you, licking and lapping it up all over again. His nose is pushing right onto your clit. You so badly want to take your hands and grip the side of his hair, but with your hands tied, you can’t. Your body writhes and squirms underneath him, and with every movement you make, you feel him pushing that side of you back down to keep you secured to the bed. He continues to lick and tongue-fuck you, too enthralled in your pussy to notice all of the soft whimpers and moans you have been letting out. You feel a knot begin to form in your lower stomach, but just as you are about to go over the edge, Hongjoong pulls away from you. You tilt your head down to look at him, breathing heavily and wondering why he stopped. He looks back at you and uses his tongue to lick your excessive fluids that have built up around his lips. Pulling his tongue back in and letting it rest against his teeth as he smirks at you, looking at him with desperation and confusion.

“Oh I’m sorry. Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easily? This is your punishment whore. Nothing good will come out of this, you hear me?” 

You pouted and wiggled your arms to try to prop yourself up. You just wanted to cum so badly and get this punishment over with. Hongjoong takes this time to grab your sides and flip you over onto your stomach. Your legs are still dangling off the edge of the bed, and you feel him spread your legs apart a little bit with his hands and nuzzle himself in between. He glides his hand up your right thigh and caresses your ass cheek.

“Such a pretty ass, but it’ll look even better with my handprints all over it. Wouldn’t you agree?” You wiggled your hips to agree with him. He firmly grips your cheek before pulling his hand away and forcing it back down onto your ass. He watches as the skin, fat, and muscle recoil from the slap. You push your head into the bed to muffle any sounds that might come out of your mouth. Hongjoong not being satisfied with his work yet, lifted his hand up again and smacked your ass harshly for the second time. You started to feel the stinging and burning feeling. Your ass was now a pretty shade of pink, but Hongjoong was still not satisfied. He lifted his hand one more time and put all his effort into slapping your ass again. You heard him grunt as he swung his arm down. Putting all of his force into smacking you. You pushed your hips back, unintentionally asking him for more.

“It’s funny you think I’m going to give you what you want. Really? After what you did today?” Hongjoong massaged your stinging and red cheek as he said this, and you softly moaned at the feeling. Finally being able to feel some comfort after a couple minutes of pain. Hongjoong flips you around again and leans down, placing his arms on both sides of you to support himself. He reaches for the belt restraint and takes it off of you.

“This is not an invitation for you to touch me, got it?”

“Y-yes sir.” You whispered as you nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. He smirks for a second and tosses the belt to the side of the room. He places one arm back at your side while the other hand touches his cock to guide himself into you. Instead of slamming himself inside of you like before, he slowly inserts his dick into you. Your walls swallow him, and you can feel every vein on his cock. He removes his hand from his dick as he goes further in and places it beside you on the other side.

“God dammit you’re so tight.” He growls through gritted teeth. Pushing himself all the way, slowly. You squeeze your eyes shut as he fills you nicely. Happy to finally have his cock inside you after him edging you. Your arms were sprawled out to the side, unsure of where to put them since you can’t put them on Hongjoong like you normally would.

“I’m gonna drill myself so far into you that you’ll still feel me inside you days later. So you can never forget me. Huh? Remember? You’re mine Y/N. You’re my toy to fuck and play with. Think about that the next time you want to whore yourself out to your fans. I bet he couldn’t fuck you like I could. No, he couldn’t. Cause if he even remotely got close to you, he’d be gone in seconds. No one touches you except for me. You got that? Mine…you’re fucking mine!” Hongjoong spouts off, getting increasingly louder and harder with his thrusts. He has fully leaned his body down onto you, so you are chest to chest. His dick keeps drilling inside you, and your head is spinning. His dirty and possessive words go straight to your core.

“Hongjoong-”

"Yeah, fucking say my name. Who’s fucking you this good?”

“Hongjoong!”

“That’s right you slut!” He thrusts himself into you harder and faster. You feel your orgasm building up again. You so desperately want to grab onto his arms and hold onto him as you’re cumming. Hongjoong dives his head into your neck and kisses and nips at your skin, surely leaving little marks on your skin.

“S-stop! Tomorrow…schedule!” You plead, trying to tell him not to mark up your skin since you have performances to do the next day.

“No! I’m letting all of your precious fans know you’re already taken, and there is no chance of them being able to get with you.” He mutters seductively against your neck. A few more thrusts and neck kisses, and your release bubbles out of you. You cry out his name, each one louder than the last, as you cum all over his cock. “Fuck! Yeah that’s right. I’m the only one capable of making you cum this hard.” His thrusts are getting sloppy, and you can tell he is close to his release. He is still pounding into you, which is overstimulating you. Muttering “yeah” and “fuck” to himself quietly over and over again, grunting and groaning. Eventually, he fills you up with his load. Tilting his head down and panting as he tries to calm himself down. He pulls himself out of you, and you whimper. Completely fucked out and brainless at this point.

“Just to check…who do you belong to?”

“You Hongjoong…o-only you.”

“That’s right. Don’t forget that ever again; you got it?”

“Yes Hongjoong.”

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[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 18

Hi friends!! I have 19 absolutely fantastic fics for you this week.

There are so fucking many incredible fics coming out every day in this fandom and I cannot possibly keep up with them all. I am in constant awe of the Pedro fandom and the gorgeous work that comes out of it at a frankly alarming rate.

If you if you're tagging me in stuff and I'm not interacting with it, just know it's on my list and I'll get there eventually <3

As always you can peruse my Spreadsheet here and you can find all my previous fic rec lists here.

Recs below the absolutely stunning photo of our collective husband

a lover's pinch - a joel series by @hier--soir

I love a fuck first, feelings later situation. I love it even more when you have a super fucking hot bathroom fuck with an older man and he ends up being your PROFESSOR!!! God this was fantastic. I really love the way they can't stay away from each other. That one thing that happens in part two, you know the one, had me barking like a rabid dog. This is hot. And it's beautifully written. I'm excited for the feelings to come in.

Mr. Miller - a joel series by @tremendum

I read the first installment of this fic a while ago, I'm assuming before I made the spreadsheet because it wasn't on here. Picked it back up this week and oh my god. Joel is mean, emotionally constipated, a little stupid. Reader is also mean, emotionally constipated, and a little stupid. The way these two crash into each other, a little violent, a lot desperate... it's gorgeous and devastating. I could read about these two forever

Revenge - a Dave York one shot by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Forced cucking is hot idgaf. In this one, your husband is a blatant and unrepentant cheater and his boss helps you get back at him. Dave is sexy and menacing in this. There's subtle hints to his darker side, but it's never directed at you. He takes care of you in a way your husband never has and makes your husband watch the whole thing -- without anything more than his words btw. Husband isn't tied down, he's just terrified.

I know it when I see it - a Joel series by @bageldaddy

Pornstar!joel, pornstar!reader, set in the 70s (? nixon?) the fucking golden age of porn. This isn't your usual "aspiring porn actress fucks big bad joel miller and gets hooked" fic, even though it is that kind of fic. It's a really fresh take, with some really fucking good emotional dynamics and shit going on. The smut is filthy, dirty, gorgeous, delicious, perfect -- but the emotional grit in there with it? The struggles that both reader and Joel are experiencing and the way they're navigating (or failing to navigate) them? Stunning. I'm so invested in this series

Yes, Chef - a Joel series by @sempersirens

Mean.... secretly soft.... Joel. I love this! It's a Chef!Joel AU and the reader is a chef in his kitchen. They start secretly hooking up. I love the way this is written so much??? The angst is so good also. I cannot wait to read more of this.

The Layover - a Frankie series by @goodwithcheese

This fic, man. God damn. Reader kept pissing me off (this is a compliment, btw, i love it when reader makes me feel things) because of all her hang ups with Frankie. Frankie is so perfect. He's soft, caring, sweet. He's worked on his trauma and come such a long way and he's such a good dad. Reader is a wonderful mom and I see where she's coming from with all of her decisions even if they make me SCREAM. And the reason it makes me scream when she pushes Frankie away is because when they meet in the middle? When they get all tangled up in each other after days or weeks of staying away? It's stunning, mind blowing, earth shattering. I don't know how anyone could resist

The House - a Jack series by @gemmahale

Okay I kinda fucked up and only read the first chapter of this series because I have ADHD and I had to go do something and then I never went back. BUT seeing it on my list just reminded me how fucking excited I am to read this. The first chapter sets up such a good story. I love the suspense... Why does statesman give a fuck about her dad's land? How does she know Jack? How well does she know Jack? AHHHH what is going ON???? I'm immediately reading more of this after posting the digest bc oh my god???

Common Grounds - a Marcus Pike series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

I am, as usual, absolutely in love with the way Penny writes Marcus. I love love love reader's backstory and that she's an artist. I loved her kind of pining for him while he waited for Teresa and I adored everything after she dumps him. I just... AH. And like... in this one... he has this darker undertone? Some of that inner turmoil jumping out maybe idk, but it made the smut gorgeous. I was in awe, for real. He's so gentle and sweet with reader in the coffee shop and on their dates and stuff and then he just kind of snaps, but even then there's like a feeling that he's restraining himself? It's unbelievably hot. No one does Dom Marcus quite like Penny... got me fuckin droolin got DAMN

Friendly Competition - a TF boys (no Tom, and mostly Frankie) one shot by @absurdthirst

This was so hot. Literally reader just gets blindfolded and dicked down by all the boys and Frankie is a sex god. Perfect. And there's some really cute feelings in there too. There's more installments to this as well and they are just as fucking lovely. I loved the plot twist in the second one -- was not expecting that. God absurdthirst really is out here writing down all my fantasies....

Go ahead and cry little girl - aJack one shot by @xdaddysprincessxx

Okay obviously I love this because Reader is called Agent Gin... but also reader does a little sex work on the side and she accidentally sends a lil somethin somethin to Jack and he goes all Daddy on her and it is SO FuCKING HoT OH MY GOd

Eat - a Joel one shot by @notjustjavierpena

Men suck, usually, and won't put in the effort to make you cum with their mouth. And this is why reader doesn't really ever ask for it or even want it.. it's a waste of time. Oh but our lovely dbf!Joel proves her so very wrong in this fic. Joel is so soft and sweet and sexy in this UGH

The right wrong number - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

I read more than one wrong number fic this week lol. Anyway this was SO hot. Joel is a dirty talking god in this. and then the like slow build up with the soccer coach? The way they are so totally dancing around flirting with each other and Sarah is egging it on and then by pure chance they find out.... HE was the dirty talking dom with the gorgeous cock? Excellent. This is so good UGH. I want a part two in that sex club.

Gotta Start With a Good Foundation - a Joel one shot by @bonezone44

This is a part of a series called Sacred Spaces where Reader and Joel talk to each other, no actual smut, and.... just give it a read. I love these so much. This one is kind of a dom/sub relationship negotiation thing and it's gorgeous

In Every Lifetime - an Ezra series by @xdaddysprincessxx

Witch!Reader and Demon!Ezra!!!! I love this. I love the setting. The mysterious spell book. The ritual. I'm so excited to see where this goes. Demon Ezra is sexy omg

Late Night Texts - a Javi P series by @undercoverpena

SOFT JAVI ALERT!!!! Set after the events of season 3, Javi is back in Laredo and he's lonely. Then he gets a text from a wrong number and subsequently racks up the biggest phone bill the year 2000 has ever seen. This fic is soft and sweet and flirty and adorable with a touch of angst (long distance things). The smut is sequestered in bonus scenes if you want to skip it, but it's so worth reading. It's so good. I love this fic AHHHH

Bad Idea, Right - a Dieter one shot by @proxima-writes

Yes, hooking up with your ex is usually a bad idea. Especially when it's Dieter Bravo. But I sure as shit wouldn't say no. Guys.... Proxima made the motherfucker CRAWL. If my ex dieter is crawling across the floor to eat me out... who am i to say no. Seems like a great idea actually. Also they're both still clearly down bad for each other and we love that.

Hard Work Gets Rewarded - a Joel and his crew one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

This is like... if you looked at my search history -- if I had one ;) -- you would find this. Straight out of my depraved fantasies you've got contractor!Joel and his very sexy crew giving you the fuck of a lifetime. We got a little breeding kink, a little DVP, a little cum on every part of your body, situation. This is... so hot.

like rabbits blinded by the light - a Joel one shot by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Yeah so I read a depraved smut fantasy and then jumped on over to this. This is stunning, emotional. it has depth. I love the way Joel finds her and I love the way they stick together and I love the ending. This is sad and sweet, a little painful, very human. I loved it

the world tipped on its side - a Frankie series by @idolatrybarbie

Chronic pain havers -- you will love this one!! Reader has chronic pain from an injury. I'm two chapters in and I'm hooked. There's a lot of trauma and fucked up shit swirling around in both reader and Frankie's heads and it's just under the surface as of chapter two. I love the set up here -- stunt coordinator!reader and stunt pilot!Frankie -- it's really interesting and not something I've read before. (i think i did read a stunt pilot!Frankie / actor!reader / actor!Dieter thing once though lemme know if y'all want that link). Bea writes beautifully and I'm so excited for more of this series.

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Wanna bet?, Lingerie, Morning, Afternoon, and Evening - Dieter one shots by @write-and-buried

I'm being so for real right now Every Single Fic by @prolix-yuy - I have almost her entire masterlist on my spreadsheet and this seemed easier than linking them all.

And the same for like everything by @ezrasbirdie, I have so many of their fics on my list.

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My most recent fic is This Night Has Opened My Eyes - a Javi P one shot.

--- I have written for Joel, Frankie, Ezra, Javi P, Mr. Ben, Veracruz, Max Phillips, and my darling boy Dieter, you can find those here

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[armpirate]

Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 27

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events. 

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with. 

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months. 

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate. 

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position. 

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel. 

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was. 

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it. 

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself. 

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 22 minutes

Chapter warnings: Sub!San, inexperienced dom reader, oral sex (female receiving), body worship, face riding, protected sex, dirty talk, mention of fisting and bondage

San stood awkwardly in the middle of the bustling store, feeling distinctly out of place among the excited fans rifling through shelves packed with posters, light sticks, and other memorabilia. The air was filled with the sound of pop music, upbeat and energetic, which made some of the people there's heads bob rhythmically.

He glanced around, his usually composed demeanor faltering as he tried to navigate the unfamiliar territory. Why am I even here? he thought, but the memory of Y/n's wide eyes watering while he screamed at her earlier that day flashed through his mind. He had seen the curiosity in her eyes, the genuine concern, and the pain his words caused her, but he had lashed out, defensive and angry, shutting her out just when she was trying to understand him.

—Can I help you find something? —a cheerful voice broke into his thoughts. A young shop assistant with a bright smile and a lanyard adorned with pins of various idols looked up at him expectantly.

San hesitated, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets.

—I... I'm looking for some things for a concert.

The assistant's eyes lit up, immediately excited.

—Oh, awesome! Which group? We have so much merch for every fandom. Is it for you, or...?

—It's for someone else —he interjected quickly, feeling his face flush slightly, for a moment indecisive of what to call her—. Um, her favorite group is CINJ.

—They're super popular right now —the assistant led him to a section bursting with bright colors and cheerful faces—. We have everything here: lightsticks, photo cards, T-shirts, even fan banners. Is she going to their concert tonight?

It took him a few calls and some reminders of favors he needed to be paid back, but he got those two tickets in a pretty decent section.

San nodded, feeling more awkward by the second.

—Yeah, she's... a big fan.

The assistant smiled knowingly.

—You look straight from a kdrama —she commented, giggling, before San's neutral expression had her focusing back on the items she pulled off the shelves—. Does she have a lightstick yet?

San tried to remember each corner of her room, but he was too blinded by her to focus on anything else.

—No, I don't think so —San said, watching as she placed the sleek, glowing object in his hands.

It felt strange, holding something so bright and cheerful. He couldn't help but imagine Y/n's eyes lighting up when she saw it.

—And you'll want a T-shirt, of course. They just released the new designs for this tour —she held up a couple of options, and San, feeling slightly overwhelmed, lifted his hand, rejecting the offer—. And how about a banner? They love it when fans hold them up.

San then nodded, letting her fill his arms with more items than he'd ever thought he'd be carrying. Each piece felt like a small step toward making things right. He couldn't take back his harsh words or the way he'd shut her out, but he could show her he cared. That he was sorry, even if he wasn't great at saying it out loud.

As the assistant rang up the purchases, she glanced at him curiously.

—You know, not a lot of guys would go out of their way like this. You're sure to make her day.

San offered her a small, almost self-conscious smile.

Y/n deserved it.

He left the store with a bag full of colorful merchandise and a slight, almost hopeful lightness in his chest. Maybe it wasn't his usual way of handling things, but for Y/n, he was willing to step out of his comfort zone.

Y/n was curled up on the couch, a half-empty mug of tea on the coffee table in front of her, as she scrolled absentmindedly through her phone, feeling tempted to speak to her friends about what happened with San, but also thinking like she'd be judged if she did.

Her mind wouldn't let her catch a break that day.

His phone buzzed up differently as usual, catching her attention when she looked down to find a notification from him.

San: Come down. I need you to come to a team meeting with me

Y/n: I can't right now

San: It's work-related.

San: But dress as you usually do

He completely acted as if she had agreed with his petition, leaving her with no other choice but to drag herself up the couch inside her room to get dressed.

The negative energy flowing over her body slowly decreased when she stepped inside his car, she felt so weak for him and, at the same time, it made her feel so mad. She was angry at how useless he made her feel, and how he abruptly pushed her away when he had insisted on wanting to build a stronger bond between them.

It was so contradictory it drove her nuts.

Neither of them spoke up, keeping the tension until he stopped the car in a garage near a stadium. She tried to get out of the car, but his fingers closed around her wrist before she could walk through the open door.

He looked almost sheepish, a rare expression on his usually composed face. His brown eyes looked clearer and softer among the darkness, with regret being the only thing she could see through them.

—I acted like an asshole before.

She was about to speak, letting that comforting side of her balance the blame, but San interrupted her when he noticed the change in her expression.

—Don't say you understand, because you shouldn't —his thumb caressed her wrist—. I had no right to speak to you like that —he whispered—, and you shouldn't let anyone talk to you like that —his eyes never left hers.

His words felt better than any other apology with all the right words, because San wanted to let her know he knew what was wrong, he wanted to let her know his reaction was overreacted. And he, above everything, wanted her to put herself first.

Suddenly, the most outgoing and confident man, deviated his eyes after kissing her palm, glancing at the bags on the back, instead of saying out loud what there were in them.

Y/n glanced at them, following the route his eyes made, her eyebrows lifting as she peeked inside. Her eyes widened when she pulled out the light stick box, followed by the banner and some other things he had bought.

—San, what is all this?

—It's for the concert —he said simply, his voice low and almost hesitant—. I know it's important to you. I thought... Maybe if I can't say the right things, I can at least do something right.

He for sure wasn't good with words, despite how eloquent he was in the Spadix or in any other regular meeting, but he always knew how to reflect his words into actions.

She stared at him, a mix of disbelief and affection flooding her chest.

—The tickets have been sold out for days, how did you...?

—Let's say some people owed me some favors —he shrugged, pursing his lips.

Her heart swelled at the gesture, and she couldn't help the smile that broke across her face. She bit her lip, thinking that'd help to ease the way her lips were curving, but not even that helped.

It didn't matter if it was the car in the dark, or a stadium filled with people singing to the group's songs, his eyes could never leave her as she waved the light stick in the air, almost in sync with the other two girls in front of her. She sang, she smiled, she jumped excited... and he thought there wasn't anything better for him to witness.

Although his love eyes switched to radiating tease when he heard a word that was a little too familiar. He remembered how Y/n kept repeating that word, a curse that he had never heard before, and used it for almost everything.

—So this is where you got it from?

Y/n shrugged her arms with the brightest of the smiles, too aware of how she was caught to even try to deny she learnt most of her Korean through those groups. But, most importantly, from him. More than once she caught herself using his same expressions, and mirroring his deep accent so she'd be sure she pronounced it correctly. Even Mingi had joked about her becoming a female version of him.

After the concert, neither of them wanted to let go of the other. Actually, it was a game of waiting, waiting for which one of them would ask to spend the night together.

But San spoke first.

—Can you spend the night in my place?

She wasn't new to him taking her there. It was their neutral ground whenever they had sex. Despite being his territory, the place he knew best, it was the place where he felt most fragile and exposed when it came to her. But she was new at the way he asked, the tone he used, the way his eyes shined with the possibility, at the same he got ready for the rejection.

On their way to his apartment, they shared some meaningful smiles and her hand sneaked up his nape to stroke his well cut hair.

As soon as they crossed the thick door, one of San's hands trapped her neck, taking her lips so deliciously she lost her balance for a second, forced to be trapped between his body and the door he slammed behind her with his free hand.

—I know it's just been a week —he mumbled against her lips—. But what a fucking long week.

She thought about whether she was being way too easy for wanting to be trapped under his strength after one apology and barely a conversation, but the attraction she felt for him was too powerful for her to even care about it.

—I've thought about you in so many ways —he growled.

She knew it.

If San was something, he was vocal and shameless when it came to confessing every want he had from her. In those five days they were apart, because he thought it was better for her to adjust to the timezone, the intensity of their texts just kept increasing, always leaving her with her lungs filled with heavy air that made it difficult for her to breathe -and think properly.

—It should be illegal how bad I want you, and how bad I think of wanting you when you aren't with me —he sighed, teeth squeezing her throat.

—Why don't you repeat those things you said you want to do to me, hmm? If you dare to tell me directly.

She had to close her throat to keep the gasp from coming out when he pressed himself against her, showing her he was already raging for her. A warning that running her tongue more than she should would get her in trouble.

—The suspension? Playing with your ass? Or having my whole hand in you? Which one is it?

She should've known he wouldn't back off of telling her directly. Of course San wouldn't back down.

—Fuck, having you here makes me think on doing way more than tie a rope around your tits, arms and ankles and suspend you from the ground with chains.

He had told her he wasn't an expert with ropes and knots, but he knew the most basic ones to assure each other a good session. She gulped thick when she remembered all the other several things he mentioned throughout those days in texts, and how she felt depraved by how quickly aroused she got.

—I can smell from here how much you like those ideas —he laid his forehead on hers—, but I'm not going to do any of that tonight.

—Why?

She looked and sounded disappointed, with her arms falling to her sides when he stepped back.

—Go to my room, and wait for me, sitting on the bed.

—Naked?

—Dressed —he shook his head.

She didn't have time to hesitate, because his hand laid a playful spank on her ass to get her to move. She also didn't have much time to overthink the reason for him to take back everything he said to her, because her logical side assured her she wouldn't be there if something had changed. He wouldn't have gone after her that night.

Then, what was all that about?

Her thoughts were interrupted by his presence. He was only dressed with his white shirt -with the first three buttons unbuttoned, showing off his marked chest-, it was still tugged inside his black dress pants, although he was barefoot. He dropped his socks with his shoes in the entrance. His aura still radiated that confidence that made her feel small, but there was something missing.

His authority.

Before she could ask what that was about, San bent over, and she thought he was going to kiss her. But instead, he kneeled a few centimeters away from her, hands on his knees, head bumped down. And he bent a bit more, placing his hands on the floor, before resting his forehead on them for five seconds.

—San...

But he didn't react to her voice. He only moved his torso up to look back at her with the same initial position.

—Tonight is all in your hand.

She stopped to look at him, only blinking for a moment, too stunned to say a single word. She had expected him to call the shots, she expected him to guide her through all the corners in pleasure he had yet to show her.

—I was out of line this morning with you —he gulped thick.

The way he treated her... he had no excuse.

—The same way I punish you when you do things wrong, I want to be punished for the same reason —he explained—. I love the control I have over you, how all your pleasure, your safety, your physical and emotional well-being depends on me. And I don't deserve it tonight.

Y/n watched him carefully, sensing the shift in him. He wasn't asking for forgiveness, not with words, not with the gifts or the concert tickets. Those were only a way to approach her, the real apology was happening right in front of her eyes at that moment, and it hadn't even started yet.

—San, I...

—You trust me —he confirmed—. I said I wanted to trust you, but instead I screamed at you and pushed you away. I need to show you I trust you.

Y/n felt a wave of emotions flood her chest. That was San, the man who thrived on control, who held power and dominance like a second skin, offering her the reins. It wasn't just about the dynamic shift; it was about him opening up, letting her into a part of him that he rarely revealed.

—You don't have to do this —she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

She didn't really think of forgiving him, because she didn't think he needed to apologize.

—I want to do this —he snapped back.

She reached out, her fingers brushing his jaw gently, feeling the tension there, the way his pulse raised up when she moved her thumb over that spot, before he looked up at her. She could see it in his eyes: the weight of everything unsaid, the trust he was giving her, and the silent plea for her to accept it.

—Get naked —she commanded, looking at him attentively.

San's breath hitched, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of something like nervousness in his expression. But there was also anticipation, a willingness to submit to her in a way he never had before. He nodded, his throat working as he swallowed, his hands flexing in front of him before he pushed his body up to get up from the floor.

He skillfully undid all the buttons on his shirt, proceeding on taking off his belt and unzipping his pants to get rid of each fabric covering his body.

—I want you to worship my body.

Oh hell, he already did that. He didn't need one of their sessions to admire each corner of her body, but it was a fair petition from her.

Y/n dragged her body over the mattress, guiding him with her as she moved further onto the bed, San following her lead without hesitation. His eyes never left hers, dark and focused, but there was a softness there, an openness she wasn't used to seeing.

He didn't kiss her, he only touched their lips together before moving back to the edge of the bed, kneeling at her feet.

She felt an electricity running through her body when the fabric of her white socks caressed her sole, and she jumped immediately after when it was his tongue running through the sensitive skin, from the curve to her toes. He paid special care to every millimeter, making sure there wasn't a single spot to be kissed -paying special attention to her tattoo on her ankle-, and he did the same with her other foot before moving up to the zip of her pants.

Her body was like a drug. With every new mole, every new mark, he discovered, he found himself even more obsessed with her. His lips kissed the light red marks on her bikini lines after he took off her panties, digging his tongue through her folds. Her purple blouse joined her jeans on the floor, and he took his time with her torso. Her rib cage moved up and down a bit quicker when he moved past her belly to kiss the curve of her rib cage, licking a thin line while he got started with the other one.

—I could be here forever —he breathed, pressing his cheek on the valley of her breasts after he took off her bra, feeling her pulse pumping against his ear.

Y/n smiled fondly, caressing his hair, motioning to keep going. Her core throbbed when his pecks got closer to her left nipple. He only sucked on the flesh around it, with Y/n arching her back and picking up some of his locks a bit harder to get him to finally close his lips around it.

She touched, she guided him, she did everything she wasn't allowed to do since they started having sex. And it made her feel so powerful to have a man like that surrendering to her.

His head moved up when her hands motioned him, linking their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss that had them gasping for air when she broke it to speak.

—You're mine tonight —her lips brushed his ear.

—Totally yours.

—Tell me what you need —she said softly, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbone.

—Honey, I'm all yours to do what you please —he reminded her.

Her lower lip was trapped under her upper teeth when an idea flashed her mind.

—Lay on your back. I want to ride your face.

The mere sound of Y/n's voice pronouncing those words had him twitching in the air, before he rolled over her to set himself in the position she asked.

—Tell me how far you want to go. Tell me when you can't breathe.

—Babe, dying of suffocation with your pussy must be the best way to die —he groaned, helping her straddle his head—. Sit on my face, get off on my mouth as hard as you please. I don't care if I can't breathe.

The slow moves of her hips were quick in sync with the movements of his tongue through her folds. His hums vibrated through her clit with every lick he made, having her body folding, yet she was still careful, making sure her whole weight wouldn't be relying on the lower half of his face.

Of course San noticed it, and he didn't hesitate on forcing her hips down by sinking his digits on the flesh of her ass, making her gasp when the pressure increased. Once he had her in the angle he wanted, his hands moved up her curves, only stopping when she pulled them up over his head, against the headboard. And, in a way, it was better. Holding his wrists at that height, with both of her hands, against the wall gave her the balance she needed to curve her hips and keep them moving against his tongue.

The shift in power was palpable now, the tension between them crackling with an energy neither of them could ignore. It wasn't about punishment or play anymore; it was about trust, about the balance between them that was always there, shifting and evolving.

Her breath was shaky, interrupted by gasps and quick moans that managed to escape her mouth. His eyes were still on her, fixed on every detail that made her shine. From down there he realized how crazy he was for that woman. His nose was rubbing against her clit, his tongue was everywhere from the bundle of nerves and lower, but she was too long gone to realize how in that position was struggling to breathe.

He didn't stop, he didn't care, he wanted each drop of her high leaking down his lips, and he took her there.

Her digits caressed his palms as she got down from her high, with her ears beeping and her stance turning a bit dizzy.

—You didn't say a word —he commented, seeing her sliding down his body for their cores to meet.

Her cheeks instantly tinted on that light red that made them burn, placing both of her hands on each side of his head to get to his lips.

—I didn't really know what to say.

She managed well at hearing his filthy sentences and replying to them, but being the one coming up with them wasn't her strength.

—I'm better with actions.

—Then show me.

—Show you how I'm going to fuck you? —her lips traced his marked jawline, all over to its curve, and she felt how San's thighs tense under her.

Her smirk didn't do much other than highlighting even more the sweet features on her face, being hit with the contrast when her hands cupped his balls before stroking his dick behind her.

The drop of precum crowning his tip was spread all over it when she moved her thumb in circles, moving past its cleft to get him to clench his teeth.

—Ask nicely. Say that I'm the only one who can fuck you this right, and how you need it.

His warm breath hit her thumb on his lower lip when he chuckled. She said it as if it was going to be a challenge for him, or as if it were a lie to burst her ego, but it was the truth. It wasn't going to be difficult for him to admit it.

—Y/n, you're the only one who can turn me into an animal by just squeezing that delicious pussy around my cock —he kissed her finger, fierce eyes never leaving hers—. And you have no idea how fucking bad I need to have you jumping on me until you cum all over me. So, please, angel, fuck me like you want to bring down the house.

San knew the effect his words had on her. Not because of the way she gulped, or how her nipples tightened in front of him, but the way her entrance clenched around nothing while his tip rested against it.

—Good boy.

His dick jumped at the use of those words, and how confident and sexy she looked, despite how hard she was battling against her shyness.

After wrapping him with a condom, Y/n threw all the edging tactics she could think of at him. Her hips moved at such a slow painful speed, that he had to coddle up his autocontrol to keep himself from moving. He needed her hard, fast, deep, yet her movements were superficial, slow and she never went past half of his length.

At some point, she thought she was done with teasing and torturing him, moving her hips at a rhythm he was familiar with. She positioned herself in an angle that allowed his mound to rub against her clit with each movement she made, and it raised her up to heaven in a dizzying swiftness.

But she didn't stop.

And that alerted San. She was riding through her orgasm to help him reach his and, despite his calm mumbles asking her to stop, she kept going at it, eager to milk until the last drop.

—Y/n, Kalla.

Her hips froze mid curl, eyes worriedly dropping on him. But that feeling didn't have time to settle in her system, because San sat up with her still on his lap to wrap his arms around her and calm her down.

—Why... —she stuttered.

—Because I don't deserve you giving me something as pleasing as an orgasm built by you —he answered, not having to hear the full question to know what it was going to be about.

Y/n knew that fighting against his decision would be a waste of time, so instead she just nodded, hands resting on each side of his neck as she tried to recover some air.

—Let me clean you up, we still need to talk —he whispered, kissing her shoulder.

He wrapped her in a bathrobe, while he put on some sweatpants and walked with her out of his bedroom, intertwining their fingers together.

—About what you read today...

—You don't have to do this —she repeated, interrupting him before he could even start.

—I want you to be part of the Spadix, you're already part of Kalla. Unfortunately, this is part of their story —Y/n nodded, letting him go on—. You already know my relationship with my father isn't the best, and while it was difficult, it wasn't always this tense. Two years ago, when he was still living with me, he asked me for a favor: one of his friends was kicked out of his company, and he was looking for a place to work. Kalla was doing good numbers and I thought that paying one more salary wouldn't be a big deal —he shrugged—. Chul did his job right, he was a professional. Until one day I woke up in the middle of the night with thirty calls from investors and staff after a video in the Spadix leaked.

She saw, by the way his jaw clenched, that he was still affected by that story.

—Kalla was all over the media, we kept getting lawsuits coming from the people that appeared in the video, bookings were canceled, and the people that were staying that day all asked for a refund... I barely slept thirty minutes all week. I kept getting accused of crimes I can't even say out loud —his hand moved over his chin nervously—. A big part of the employees left with the scandal, too, along with minor investors -that still added a big amount to the money that's invested in the hotel. I was ready to shut it down, but Misuk avoided it.

Misuk... Y/n remembered her. The few times she was in the office she walked as she ruled it, and now she understood why she felt so entitled to that behavior.

—She stayed, her uncle did, too. And that made the rest of investors to stay, too. And their first resolution was to erase anything related to that video. No news, no articles. Misuk's uncle’s law firm dealt with the lawsuits. And it was dropped how the video was false, to ruin the reputation of the hotel.

—But it wasn't false.

—Chul filmed it, because he was pushed by someone else, while being promised a fair amount of money —his face twisted—. My father uploaded the video. When investigating who was behind the upload on my own, it led me to his computer.

Y/n's expression was horrified. She had heard of difficult parents-children's relationships, but she had never heard of someone that reached those lengths.

—I fired Chul, for filming the video, but I never told authorities he was the one behind it. Mainly because I knew that'd also end up with my father being exposed for the major crime. I didn't know what to do back then, so I just hid the secret; and now I'm regretting it. I should've told the authorities, I should've let him rot in jail.

As San sat on the coffee table in front of her, Y/n didn't waste a second to reach his hand and draw circles on the reverse.

—You weren't in an easy position, San —she whispered.

—I didn't want you to know yet —he clicked his tongue—. I wanted you to feel safe in the Spadix, to trust me in that environment after what happened in London, and I didn't want a bad experience from the past to push you back. I was going to tell you…

—When I was ready. I know —she nodded, finishing the sentence for him—. Everything that happened two years ago —she whispered, playing with his fingers—, it wouldn't take my trust from you —she assured him—. You didn't film that video, you didn't post it online. You protected your father, which was a mistake, but it just shows that under that tough and serious facade, there's a good bottom.

San motioned her to sit on his lap, letting her legs hang on the side of his left leg while her arm surrounded his shoulder.

—If so, this has given me a completely different vision from you —she admitted.

—Sunshine —her nickname floated in the air when he rested his forehead against hers.

That story explained how strict San was with security, how he wasn't hesitating on firing anyone who violated it. He had already gone through enough headaches to allow the smallest mistake to happen.

—Let me take you to bed.

—To finish off what we had going on? —her eyebrows arched when he lifted her body.

—That's pretty much finished.

—But...

—I recommend you keep that pretty mouth shut, unless you want to sleep with a ball gag.

And there he was. His authoritative, confident and controlive aura was already back when he laid her in his bed, just to join her a second later.

For the first time in a long while, San was letting go, and he felt safe knowing Y/n was ready to catch him.

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[beelsnack]

Welcome back!

How about headcanons with some casual intimacy? Like demons guys of your choice just sitting on the floor for some reason and Mc just puts their legs over the boys shoulders? Just to chill and sit like that.

Sorry if it's confusing

No worries Nonnie, I got you!! I think I'm going to pick Levi, Belphie, and Mammon, mainly because I think they would be the most surprised by it.

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Mammon: It wasn't often that Mammon could be found concentrating so hard on something, even less so when the thing he was concentrating on wasn't money-related. But Levi had been ranting and raving about this new manga that came out, and the plot had been intriguing enough for Mammon to pick it up.

(Translation: Levi had left it on the couch in the living room and Mammon decided that meant he could read it.)

Usually the manga that Levi liked didn't have enough action to keep him entertained, but this particular murder mystery gripped him by the throat and before he knew it he was almost done with the first volume and contemplating asking Levi if he could borrow the second.

"Did Levi convince you to read that one too?"

Mammon felt a pair of arms wrap loosely around his shoulders before someone rested their chin against the crook of his neck. There was only one person with that much of a lack of self-preservation instinct.

"Jeez, human, you've got some nerve sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that!" Mammon huffed, twisting around in their grip to glare at them. It must not have had the heat in it that he wanted it to, because the human merely grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I didn't sneak up on you, you were so into the manga that you didn't notice me."

"Whatever," he grumbled, cheeks hot. "Most people would at least hesitate to hug one of the seven rulers of Hell without warning."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that!"

Levi: "If you hit me with that blue shell, I swear to - Levi!"

Leviathan cackled as the human's character spun out of control. "Out of my way, normie, I've got a Demario Kart race to win!"

"You suck!" the human whined, kicking at Levi's hip from where they sat sideways on the sofa next to him. "Enjoy your ill-gotten victory, you filthy cheater."

"It's not cheating if I use an item that the game gives you!"

"It's dirty!" Despite their harsh words, the human was grinning as they finally regained control of their car. "I hope you fall off of the track."

"Someone is a sore loser," Levi grinned.

"You haven't even won yet!"

They had been sitting with their legs folded for the better part of an hour, so the human desperately needed to stretch their legs. Instead of turning their body to sit with their feet on the floor like a normal person, they unfolded their legs and laid them directly in Levi's lap.

"Huh - wha - I - wh-wh-what are you doing?" Levi stammered, hands slipping off of the controller at the sudden invasion of his personal space.

"Stretching."

"Oh, and I'm playing dirty?" he grumbled, fumbling around until he finally got his hands back into the correct position on the controller. When he looked back at the screen, the human's character whizzed past him and over the finish line.

"That was cheap," Levi frowned.

"Womp womp."

Belphie: "Why is your sleep schedule so messed up?"

Belphegor had texted the human at 1:00 am with instructions to meet him outside because the stars were pretty and he wanted to stargaze with them. They never thought that the Avatar of Sloth would have sleep problems, but then again, he slept so much during the day that he was basically nocturnal.

"You could have said no," Belphie shrugged from where he was leaning against the wall of the garden.

"But then I don't get to spend any time with you because you nap the whole day," the human shot back, rubbing at their eyes groggily. "So you get sleepy human and you're gonna like it."

"Hm," he hummed. "I don't mind sleepy human, though. You're cute when you're sleepy."

The human mumbled something before shifting around. Belphie was about to ask them what they were doing before they rested their head in his lap.

"Can I help you?" he asked instead.

"Yes, by shutting up."

They kept their eyes closed, and Belphie was secretly glad because he could feel his cheeks getting hot. "Why?"

"You said you like sleepy human, so you're getting sleepy human."

"...Alright then," Belphie finally relented, bringing his hand down to idly stroke their hair. "I guess this is okay."

[balloonboyismyson]

When playing SB so far, while there’s been several moments of just... me being stuck, or me not being very good, one of the more major things... was the Daycare-

Because I kept trying to find the generators, but I’d either get lost in the area (or end up at a generator I already turned on)—and then Moon would catch me.

I only just completed the Daycare area a bit ago, but now I’m stuck in one of the offices—after you first see the little Music Man in the vent, and have to deal with Roxy and Monty.

I must see the bear again-

<Incorrect-FNaF-quotes

I WAS ALSO STRUGGLING SO HARD IN THE DAYCARE! I. will be honest. I am a filthy dirty cheater I looked up SO many tutorials it is not even FUNNY

If I did not look up a tutorial I was just remembering what I saw in a Let's Play OTL

YOU GOT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jennilah]

I will now infodump completely random self indulgent thoughts about Halloween and Friday the 13th that i otherwise would have no other opportunity to voice, because I want these thoughts out of my head and into words.

releasing pent up energy lmao

So, Halloween:

I rewatched this for the third time on the 13th because I am a dirty, filthy cheater. The goal was to get extremely high and watch one of the Friday the 13ths (F13 for short) but at around midnight my heart had a very specific craving that only Michael Myers could satisfy.

As I watched it, I recalled how I felt the first time I watched the film a year ago. I had a lot of thoughts then that still hold up to how I feel now, now that its my special interest.

First of all, in 2021 I attempted to get into the slasher genre but I was too weenie to venture very far. I watched the first Halloween and thats it.

And, when I watched it, I distinctively felt unimpressed with the first two acts. It wasn't not entertaining, but I remember being like "I dunno, this is fun and all but it isn't that scary?"

Even some of the first kills, like Judith barely being aimed at, with people's eyes going cross-eyed- it's kind of goofy.

but then

Very subtly, about an hour into the movie, by the start of the final act... something shifts.

When Laurie gets off the phone and walks over to the Wallace house and finds the bodies, from that point to the end I was completely enraptured. The tension mounts and mounts and mounts, and by the time the credits roll I only just realize how hard my heart is racing. In fanfiction terms, i let out a breath I didnt know I was holding. (except, like, actually tho)

and I had the exact same experience when I watched the movie again a few days ago, foolishly thinking Im long past being afraid of silly ole Mikey.

that must be, I feel, why the first Halloween is so spectacularly iconic.

I also remember my jaw dropping at the unmasking moment. It was when you realize- he's not really old, he's not physically deformed or anything like that- hes just a guy. He's practically just a kid himself. (When Loomis says hes 21 in the sequel I even yelled out "HES ONLY 21?!?" even though you can do the math yourself while watching the first movie lmao. in my defense, I watched that a year later, so I forgot how young he was) He almost looks afraid once the mask comes off. He's exposed, in every sense.

that scene really blew my mind.

but, Ive mentioned this before, these films didnt hit Special Interest status until I watched the second one for the first time this past october. I think it was the upped action in the sequel that pushed it over the edge into adoration territory for me.

I really love each timeline the films go through (well, for the most part) for different reasons. They all scratch different itches. And they give my imagination so much to work with. Fanfictions too, its really interesting seeing which interpretations of the characters people decide to expand upon. My favorite is the new Green trilogy (yes, even with some issues I have with Kills. and I unabashedly love Ends) and the Jamie Lloyd trilogy is in 2nd place.

Then, also this year, I had a proposition for my friends. Two friends. We call ourselves Movie Club. Every other sunday or so, we watch something over Discord. Our choices of movies are always incredibly random.

This past October, I was like, "hey, how about we watch some horror movies? I have a whole list I am trying to get through"

and on that list was Friday the 13th. I didn't know anything about it. I barely remembered Jason was the slasher of the franchise until my friends refreshed my memory. 1 friend had already seen it and said that it would be perfect for Movie Club.

And so, we watched it.

First of all, it was everything I wanted it to be when it comes to campy horror. With the screaming teens fumbling over themselves and all.

Second of all, I was SHOCKED. so was my friend who also went in blind. I don't even want to mention why. I am not going to. If all you know is Jason slashing away at teenagers in the woods, then you know just as much as I did, and you should absolutely give it a watch. You know less than you assume.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that the very first Friday the 13th movie has much more exciting surprises now than it did when it was released.

We, as a Movie Club, said "oh my god. Well, now we have to watch the second one." (by that point, we were all going in blind)

So we did.

it STILL SHOCKED US.

We said "well fuck, we have to watch the third one now"

So we did.

And by then, we were in too deep, we simply had to know how exactly the franchise transitions from that to future titles like "Jason Takes Manhattan." We had to know how he goes to space, and we had to know how he fights Freddy. We were in it for the long haul.

So we watched them all together, and Jason cemented his place in my heart. One day this special interest will pass, but those memories with my friends will be forever.

And now with the new series being made by Bryan Fuller? I dont think we were even halfway through the series before my friend dropped that news, and I was immediately like "oh FUCK yes."

I never drew tons of fanart or anything, but I AM a reasonably large Hannibal fan. and I know how beloved Bryan Fuller is, I love the dude too. I love that he stands up for fangirldom. It's a breath of fresh air.

Ive been following any press he's been releasing for Crystal Lake and I am so fucking immensely excited for it, I have already ranted incessantly about it to two unsuspecting friends of mine. From those interviews, he and I seem to be on the exact same page when it comes to what we find important about the F13 series. Yes, it's really goofy, but there's also a certain heart and tragedy to it, and he seems dedicated to making sure that shines in his series.

I'm so excited about this series that Jason doesnt even have to be in it and I'd probably still love it. (Except he will be in it lmao im just saying)

And now, I am still watching new slasher films. I am almost done watching all the Nightmare on Elm Streets. They're fun, but they dont do it for me quite like Halloween and F13 have. (I'm still glad I'm watching them tho. I must say, Wes Craven's New Nightmare was incredible) Next up i'll probably watch some one-offs before diving into the Texas Chainsaw Massacre films. I have a feeling I will love Bubba once I meet him. I hope so! I want to love more slashers like I love Michael and Jason. We will see tho.

I think thats it for my ramblings. for now.

[liroyalty]

“I was told you were in need of a demonstration of sorts for my best skill. Am I right? Why don’t you lay back and your husband take care of his wife.”

"CHEATER!!!" He really had to use 'wife' on her, huh? He could call her literally anything else, something filthy, dirty, but nope! He really had to take the romantic & sweet side. That's not fair, that messes her up more then calling her a whore!

"... Better be the best head you've ever done."

[unblessedbyaphrodite]

Don’t report this, please, just block. I need a place where I can let out my problems and this is the only platform I can use because no one on here knows me, I don’t have any friends from my life on here. Also, I’d like to say this isn’t me seeking attention or empty compliments from strangers. This talks about eating habits, very briefly mentions ‘sex’ — but it is not described, nor discussed — and is overall just really fucking sad. Read with discretion. Art below is not mine.

I can’t express the deep hatred I truly feel for myself. I hate the way I look, the way I act, the way I’m perceived, the way I talk, the way I laugh. I hate everything about myself far too much to be considered healthy.

Ever since I was little I’ve been body-shamed, I grew up a bigger girl — that’s not to say my unhealthy eating habits didn’t contribute to my weight too. I think I drowned myself in food because I was overweight, or maybe it was because I had no boundaries, or maybe I was punishing myself because my dad had left when I was a baby. Maybe if I’d had the daddy every young girl needed I’d have grown up mentally secure — even if he was a horrible, lazy cheater. He would’ve been good to me, I like to think.

The body shaming got to be too much, one summer — just before I was going to go into year nine — I decided I needed to lose weight. I hated the way I looked more than anything, but losing weight didn’t help either. Now, rather than only wanting to stuff my face with everything in sight — I want to stuff my face and then hurt myself after eating too much of the wrong stuff.

I hate when there’s chocolate in the house, because I’ll always sneak some into my room to eat some — maybe even have two or three chocolates a day. But then, other times, I won’t eat anything, or I’ll only eat very little at lunch for some days — trying to conserve as many calories as possible.

Eating in restaurants makes me feel physically ill. I wish they hadn’t passed that stupid fucking law which meant calories were shown next to the food on the menus — but I also love that they have. It makes me feel so conscious about choosing what to eat — and then I’ll chose the lowest thing on the menu, it’s usually a lasagne.

I’ve lost loads of weight apparently — I really don’t see a change, in all honesty. My stomach is still there, whether I’ve lost weight or not, it’s not flat. I’m so fucking worried it will never be flat. I just want to be perfect — and it’s not for everyone else it is actually for me, so I feel secure in myself because I really fucking don’t. I don’t know if I ever will — and that really scares me.

I don’t understand why I act the way I do — I am constantly changing my personality or the way I act to please people. I constantly over-sexualise myself, always talking about sex, masturbation, fanfiction — everything dirty and taboo, I will talk about it in front of you even if I’ve known you for a few weeks or so. It’s fucking disgusting and I hate that I have a compulsive need to act that way but I just think that if I can make someone laugh, embarrass myself to get them to like me it’s fucking worth it. I want people to want me so badly, I will make filthy jokes with the boy who said he’d kill me in ‘kiss, marry, kill’ — where I was the joke option, of course — because as long as he keeps talking to me, or thinks of me as a back-up option if all else fails for him, it’s worth it all.

Besides that disgusting shit and being loud and annoying when I feel a need to, I’m actually a really quiet person. People who aren’t in my classes for subjects where I’m with my friends wouldn’t know that. I actually get so terrified talking to people, but my best friend is a fucking angel who everyone adores because she talks to everyone and is so nice to everyone. I am nice to everyone too — as long as they show me basic fucking respect, I’m not a pushover the way she is, and because of that I’m the mean friend.

People (my friends) are always making fun of the way I talk, the way I laugh, I don’t think my voice or laugh is weird — well, I didn’t until the idea was forced into my mind. I refuse to send voice notes because the idea of something cringing as they hear my voice or laughing at me speak — even if I can’t see their reaction — scares me massively.

I want to be loved, desperately. No one wants to love me. I have so much love to give, I don’t understand why no one wants it.

[frazzledsoul]

I am now up to Episode 13 of the first season of One Tree Hill and I have some thoughts

I know Dan is evil and everything, but it seems to me he does the majority of the actual parenting despite Deb being all "I am the only parent that matters! Shut up Dan! Who cares if I barely speak to my son? I AM THE REAL AUTHORITY!" I'm not saying his approach is the best but Deb really seems to not do shit whatsoever except complain.

Nathan and Haley are cute but where the fuck are her parents, ever?

Peyton is such a weird character to me. Haley describes her as a "queen bee" but where are the rest of her friends except Brooke? Her dad is a fisherman and leaves her alone for weeks or months at a time....who pays the bills? Who feeds her? I am concerned....none of this makes any sense.

So they pretty much just had Brooke be "the horny one" for the longest time and then they decide to develop her mostly through a) Peyton being roofied b) Peyton and Lucas sneaking behind her back and being dirty filthy cheaters. Oddly enough, I think she's my favorite right now. Definitely more fun to watch than most of the others. Of course, her parents are nowhere around, either.

Keith is obviously an alcoholic, yet people keep enabling him and not saying anything.

So I'm a little sketchy on the backstory here. Lucas was born in the spring and Nathan in the fall: Dan abandoned one baby mama for the other, yet everyone is mad at him for...quitting basketball to get married at 19 and raise a child? I mean, that sounds kind of... responsible, actually? Like, you totally failed one kid, at least try with the other one. There seems to be an undercurrent of argument here that if Dan hadn't done that, Deb would have not had the baby and I guess he wouldn't....have a completely respectable job as a car salesman in his mid thirties?! Yet we've already been told that Dan said he would marry his other baby mama but backed out before the birth....when Deb would have been six months pregnant? It's all very confusing. Point being, these adults don't seem like a bunch of former teen parents who are 35 at most. You aren't a failure if you run a cafe or a car lot or a body shop at that age while spending the last two decades raising a child, that's actually an accomplishment! Lower your expectations, everyone.

[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 8 - jjk

@saweetspoiled asked: #84, #139, #149 with jungkookieeee plzzz

pairing: jungkook x reader contains: smut!! college au, infidelity, reader is a cheater & JK has a big dick, protected sex, dirty talk, JK seriously doesn't shut up, size kink, praise kink, spanking, scratching, possessive vibes, JK is lowkey into pain, squirting, sending of a nude without consent oop (don't fucking do this!!!!) summary: you've been planning on breaking up with your boyfriend for a while, and jungkook is here to help.

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“I wonder what your boyfriend would do if he knew what you were doing right now.” Jungkook’s voice is low and hoarse, and he teases your entrance from behind as his hands finish rolling the condom up his shaft.

Braced on all fours on his cramped dorm room bed, you shoot him a look over your shoulder. “Can we not fucking talk about him when you fuck me?”

It seems to be the only time Jungkook wants to bring him up, and it makes you want to smack him sometimes. Not a peep out of the kid when you’re walking to class, or studying in the library, or sitting in the Taco Bell drive-thru line at 2 AM.

But the second he gets you naked, it’s boyfriend this, boyfriend that.

Perhaps you are, objectively, a bad person. You’re cheating on a man you claim to love. But Jungkook is hot. Jungkook has tattoos and a massive dick and always pays for your Crunchwrap Supreme. Jungkook is not 5,000 miles away studying at fucking Oxford.

You know you need to end your relationship. And you will, you tell yourself, when he comes home for winter break. But the thought of ending something that once meant so much to you, that’s been a constant in your life for years, over FaceTime… it just feels wrong.

Not wrong enough that you’re going to stop fucking Jungkook in the meantime, though.

“Suit yourself,” he says with a dark laugh, and you already know you haven’t heard the end of it. But you lose all desire to continue the argument when Jungkook’s tattooed fingers grip your hips, and you feel the head of his thick cock press into your heat.

“Shit,” you hiss. He feels so good, every fucking time.

“Never had a cock this big before, huh?” Jungkook grunts, and he didn’t say the word ‘boyfriend’ this time, but you know what he’s getting at. He fucking loves this shit, touting how much better he is in bed, bigger and better than anyone else you’ve ever had.

You can’t exactly tell him he’s wrong.

He’s still going, shaft stretching you all the way open, so slow it makes you crazy. You wonder if maybe he gets off on the sound of his own voice. “Kept that pussy nice and tight for me. Such a good girl.” You hear him grunt, his hips now flush against yours, and you feel the drag of his head along your cervix as he bottoms out completely. “And you take it so well. Fits so fucking perfect, made for me.”

Jungkook smacks your ass, hard, to punctuate the last word. You wiggle your hips back against him, silently begging him for relief, for movement.

He gives it to you, fast and hard because he knows you can take it, and it’s good enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head. You bury your face in the crook of your arm, arching your back even more for him. The room is alive with primal sounds of pleasure from both of you, punctuated by Jungkook’s endless stream of filthy words and the sharp slap of skin against skin.

When he pulls all the way out, you make a strangled whine before you can stop yourself, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Flip over for me,” he pants. “Wanna look you in the eyes when you come for me.” Always for him. Never for anyone else. Fuck, you’re starting to believe it, too.

He sinks back into you with a heady groan, babbling into your collarbone now as his hips snap into you ruthlessly. “So tight, so wet, so fucking good.” You tilt your head up to watch him fuck you, and the sight of all of him disappearing into you is enough to have you gushing arousal with every stroke.

Jungkook is always restless when he fucks you, constantly talking, constantly moving. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and you cry out as he slams into you at a new angle, your cunt now opened up perfectly for him.

“Like that, baby, yes,” you gasp, back arching up off the bed. “Right fucking there.”

Your hands reach desperately for him, grasping at his shoulder that isn’t covered in ink, the one on the side where your leg is kicked back. Right now it feels like the only thing keeping you grounded on earth. His hips move even faster when you dig your nails into his honey tan skin, muscles flexing under your touch. You swear he gets off on the pain; the sleeve of tattoos kind of gives it away.

“Y-yeah, hnng, you love this fucking cock.” Jungkook must be getting close because he’s losing his grip on his words, unable to get a full sentence out without a strangled whine of effort, and you’re lockstep with him, your arousal coiling tight inside you.

When you start repeating “please, Jungkook, please” like a mantra, he knows he doesn’t have to hold back anymore.

“Come with me, fuuuuck–” he groans as your nails drag over him. “Come for me. Come on this cock.” You’re already there, soaking him with a fresh rush of fluid, and he buries his face into your neck as he comes, too. You’re so lost in pleasure that his delicate whisper– “shit, shit, oh my fucking god” against your skin sounds a thousand miles away.

You stay like that for a minute, chests heaving with sighs, hearts slamming at the same tempo. You don’t even feel guilty about it anymore. The cheating, the sex. Not when it’s this fucking good.

Eyes fluttering open, you peer down to see how Jungkook’s recovering, still pressed against your chest. It’s only then that you realize what you’ve done. “Oh, shit,” you say, failing to bite back a laugh.

He slowly comes to, eyes rolling around in his head a bit, so fucked-out he almost looks drunk. “Hmm?”

“Your shoulder, I– fuck. I may or may not have left some… marks.” Heat creeps up your neck as you give an embarrassed smile. “Sorry.”

“No way, I want to see.” Jungkook rolls over onto his tattooed side, bringing his other arm up for inspection. Thick pink lines are already blooming over his smooth skin. “That’s fucking sick.” Of course he loves it, you think to yourself with a giggle. You don’t know what you expected.

“Where’s your phone?” He asks simply, and you reach over him to retrieve it off the nightstand and hand it over. Jungkook is cool, and you don’t exactly have anything to hide from him. You figure he’s either checking the time or putting on some Spotify playlist.

You don’t expect him to immediately leap to his feet and bound towards his wardrobe, slipping off the condom and chucking it into the bin on his way.

Jungkook swings the dresser door open, exposing the full-length mirror inside, and as you sit up in bed, you’re laughing again because of course he’s taking a fucking selfie right now. Half-hard cock still impressive between his legs, triceps flexing, tattooed hand holding your phone, lips pulled into that stupid pouty duck-face that only looks good on him as he proudly displays his battle scars.

He tosses your phone back onto the bed and you admire the final picture, realizing now that you’re visible in the mirror too, tits out and perky, looking freshly railed and happy.

It’s only once you tap out of the photo that you realize you’re not in your camera roll at all, but in your text message thread with your boyfriend. The last message of which is now this very image– something that’s truly impossible to explain your way out of.

Your jaw goes slack as the adrenaline rush kicks in. This can’t be happening.

“Jungkook!” You’re going to fucking kill him.

He’s still flexing in the mirror, but he winks at you in the reflection. “You’ll be glad I did it soon enough. It was long overdue. And– call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

[allaboutthedongs]

Cheater | Five | 18+

This is the view you'd kinda have in this chapter

☆ Pairing: Idol!Jaehyun x Female reader x Idol!Mark

☆ Genre: smut, slight angst

☆ Word count: 3.1 K

☆ Warnings: Infidelity, toxic relationship, cursing, dirty talk, shower sex, dom!jaehyun, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), getting caught cheating twice?, a broken friendship, mentions of throwing up and being sick, pwp, filth as always.

☆ Prompt of the series: What should’ve been just a simple visit to your boyfriend, turned into a night of filthy pleasure with his friend when you both notice that you were alone at the dorm.

☆ A/n: Chapter 5 is finally here!! I'm sooo sorry it took me this long to update this series, but you know, sometimes life is not easy and I really wasn't in the mood to write, but I'm back and I hope you like it as much as I do. I'm still debating myself if giving this story a happy ending or make them suffer. Let me know what would you like best. Please leave feedback, like and reblog.

Also, it's 1:45 am and I need to sleep, so this isn’t proofread.

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Jaehyun went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, at that moment Jungwoo took the opportunity to go to his room to get his pajamas and other things he needed to spend the night in Mark's room, and that's where he found you naked in Jaehyun's bed. He was stunned to see you there, the words stuck in his throat unable to get them out. When Jaehyun returned to his room he found him standing frozen there, looking at you.

"Jungwoo, what are you doing here?" Jaehyun asked nervously and hurried to close the door.

"No, no, no... This is also my room. What is SHE doing here?" realization suddenly hit him, "Oh my God, the lewd noises from before were you both!" he said, holding his hands to his head, his face contorting in horror. 

"Woo, I can explain everything, but please keep your voice down!" You hastened to say as you covered your breasts with the sheets. 

"What are you supposed to explain? It's pretty obvious why you're naked in Jaehyun's bed. Besides, the one you owe an explanation to is Mark, not me." After a few seconds of silence while Jungwoo looked at you both with anger and disappointment, Jaehyun tried to talk.

"Jungwoo, listen. It's not wha-" 

"Shut up!" he cut him off, "I can't believe it Jaehyun. It's Y/N, your friend's girlfriend!" he said pointing at you frantically as if Jaehyun was an idiot and hadn't really realized who you were. "How could you do this to Mark? And you..." he turned to look at you, "you're going to break his heart into a million pieces, Y/N."

"I know it and for that very reason, please, please, please don't say anything to Mark, let me be the one to tell him at the right time." you begged.

"Right time? Tell me Y/N, when is the right time to tell your boyfriend that you had sex with his friend/bandmate in the next room when he was seriously injured?" if looks could kill, by that time you would be dead, "and you, Jaehyun, do you realize all the consequences this could bring, not only to you and Mark but to all the members? No, I bet you don't because you clearly think with your cock, not your brain. You're both scum and I don't want to be part of this, so don't even think I'm going to keep it a secret."

"I swear we're gonna talk to him once he's feeling better, but please don't say anything to him, at least not now. I know we have no right to ask you such a thing or get you involved into this, but we really need you to keep this a secret." Jaehyun said, reaching out to his friend, who rejected him.

"Alright, I'm not going to say anything to Mark, not for your sake, but for his. An emotional blow this strong right now would destroy him completely. He has had enough," said, sighing heavily. "and I don't want to know you're still here tomorrow morning, Y/N." He stated just before leaving and slamming the bedroom door.

"Can't believe what just happened," Jeahyun said, dropping down on his bed next to you, hands on his face covering his eyes in embarrassment.

"What are we going to do?! If Jungwoo says something, we're screwed, Jaehyun!" you started to panic, "This could be the end of your friendship with all the guys, of the group... of everything!" 

"Hey, look at me! Calm down Y/N, we're going to be okay," he said as he took your cheeks in his hands and kissed your forehead, "I'm sure Jungwoo as angry as he is, isn't going to say anything, at least not for now. In the meantime, you and I will figure out the best way to solve all this, you'll see. We still have time."

"I hope so!" You blew up a sigh, choosing to believe in Jaehyun.

It had been weeks since you were discovered by Jungwoo and he'd kept his promise not to say anything to Mark but was finding it extremely difficult to hide his hatred for Jaehyun, especially when they had practice or performance together, so the other guys were starting to notice that something was going on between them, but of course, no one suspected it was something related to you or so.

Every time he saw Mark talk to Jaehyun and call him a friend, his stomach churned with disgust and anger. He couldn't believe how it was possible that after what Jaehyun had done to Mark, he still had the nerve to look him in the eye, smile at him, and treat him as if nothing had ever happened. 

Repugnance, disgust, and hate were exactly what Jungwoo felt for both of you, but so much more for Jaehyun.

"I think she's seeing someone else," Mark said out of the blue, trying to sit on the couch. 

Johnny went to Mark's dorm to spend the evening with him since the other guys had scheduled all day long, so Mark took the opportunity of the two of them being alone to share something that had been on his mind for a while but he didn't really feel comfortable to talk about it with anyone other than Johnny.

"Again, Mark?" Johnny asked, looking up from his cell phone and helping his friend, "Seriously, what's making you think that?" 

"I don't know, I can just sense it, man." 

"So, she hasn't actually done anything to make you think she's cheating on you, it's just something you feel?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but it's something you know...I've been thinking about for a while now." 

"I think being stuck here in the dorm for so long is messing with your mind. You need to focus on your recovery, not on thinking nonsenses," he laughed in amusement.

"I'm serious Johnny, while she hasn't given me any real reason to be suspicious, the truth is that she' been behaving differently."

"Explain yourself,"

"She used to always call or text me to say hi or ask when we could meet and when I would tell her that I couldn't, she would get upset or sad, but a few weeks before the accident she stopped looking for me, and when I would call her and ask to hang out, then she would always tell me that she was too busy with work, tired or would go out of town to visit her family, I noticed that she didn't care anymore whether to meet me or not, she seemed to have lost interest in me," 

"Okay, I see... have you thought that maybe, she understood that your life as an idol is very busy and just stopped waiting for you to be available to her and decided to focus on her own interests? Besides, as far as I know, she's been very attentive to you since you were discharged from the hospital and went back to the dorm. She comes to visit you very often, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but although she is very kind to me and helps me in any way she can, I can feel the atmosphere a little uncomfortable. I don't know how to describe it, but it's just not the same anymore," he said, looking down at his feet, ashamed. "it doesn't feel like my girlfriend is visiting me but a nurse or just a friend, if you know what I mean," 

"I'm not sure..."

"She hardly ever kisses me anymore and when she does, it's just a quick little peck, let alone something else," he blushed a bit.

"You mean sex?"

"Mmm, yeah. Too much information, I know. Sorry." the blush in his cheeks intensified.

Johnny chuckled, "Take it easy Mark, you're recovering from a pretty bad accident, it's logical that not much will happen between you since you're still a little hurt. I mean, you even still need some help to move!"

"I know, I know and I don't want to sound paranoid but-" 

Johnny laughed again, "Well, I'm sorry but you already do, dude,"

"No, really. I feel like she still loves me but maybe as a friend, not as her boyfriend anymore. You can feel the atmosphere of awkwardness when I try to make a move on her and at the same time, I see like a special gleam in her eyes, a gleam I've never seen in her before and I know deep down that it's not because of me, it's something else," 

"Normally I would tell you to always follow your intuition, but Mark, Y/N has been my friend for many years, I can tell that I know her very well and I know she's been in love with you from the moment I introduced you guys." 

"Well, maybe she has changed her mind," he shrugged.

"I can assure you that's not the case, but if it makes you feel a little more at ease, I can take her out to lunch one of these days and see if I manage to find out something, I just need to match our schedules." 

"You'd really do that for me?" Mark asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, well... it's not like I'm going to ask her directly, but I'll be able to observe her well and as I've told you, I've known her for a long time, if there's anything weird, believe me I'll notice it right away,"

"Thanks, mate. I'm really sorry for dragging you into this, but I don't know what else I could do since she never tells me anything."

"You're welcome, that's what friends are for. And now, cheer up! You need to get back on your feet and in no time you'll be back to rehearsing and performing with all of us." Johnny said, patting his shoulder to comfort him.

You had not planned for Jaehyun to stay at your place, but it seemed that you had eaten some spoiled food or something last night and felt quite bad, so he sat on the floor next to you, pulling your hair up and rubbing your back while you emptied it all in the toilet. Then, he carried you to your bedroom, helped you to change your clothes, and stayed the night taking care of you.

The next morning you woke up with the sun's rays on your face, feeling Jaehyun's arms around you as you tried to move.

"Good morning," Jaehyun said softly, kissing your shoulder and stroking your hair. His touch brought you back to reality, and you smiled when you saw him.

"Hey, morning," you say quietly, stroking his face.

"How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?" he asked, looking at you worriedly.

“I feel very good and yeah, I slept well. You?” You slept better than well. Jaehyun spooned you all night, keeping your body nice and warm. You felt absolutely refreshed, having not even woken up once during the night. 

“Awesome,” Jaehyun responded smiling widely, his cute dimples appearing on his face. 

“Do you have anywhere to be today, or do you wanna stick around for a bit?” You rubbed your eyes groggily as you sat up straight.

"I have to go to the company, but there's no rush, I can head out after breakfast.” He said, pulling himself from the warm comfort of your bed.

"Great, I'm so hungry but I better take a shower first, you’re welcome to join me, if not then go get breakfast ready." You offered, disappearing into the bathroom, and before you could even start to run the shower, you saw Jaehyun desperately taking his clothes off. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness.

You loved bathing and taking showers with Jaehyun. Watching him wet and naked always lit a fire in your core in an inexplicable way, and today was no exception. You watched the water running down his delicious toned body, and roll down the curves of his ass, the muscles on his back flexing as he washed his face and hair.

“So, are you just gonna watch me shower or what?" He chuckled, amused.

"I can't help but enjoy the view," You said with a cocky side smile.

Jaehyun kissed you gently on the lips first, and then he started to kiss down your jawline towards your neck. Water dripping down your chest making your nipples erect. You let out a soft moan as he bit down on your skin, sucking on it gently while swirling his tongue on that sweet spot in the crook of your neck. 

Your hands started to roam his firm torso, feeling his muscles. You wanted to give his body the proper attention it deserved, so you kept running your fingertips down his solid chest until they brushed over the ridges of his abs. You licked your lips, eager to run your tongue over the skin there. 

He had just the lightest happy trail leading you right to your favorite part of his body. Your eyes traveled back up his body until you locked eyes with him, where you found him staring at you hungrily. 

“Jae, can I…?” You asked, blinking innocently bitting your lower lip.

His eyes widened ever so slightly. “Yes! God, yes, please. But wait, are you sure you're no longer nauseous?” 

"I'm perfectly fine, babe." You pushed him back and dropped to your knees, tipping your chin up to maintain eye contact. 

Jaehyun inhaled sharply as he felt your fingers wrapping around his shaft. Your eyes stayed on him as you leaned forward, sticking your tongue out flat as you ran it up the underside of his dick. Though he didn’t make a noise, you noticed the way his eyelashes fluttered and his gaze darkened. 

You placed wet kisses at the tip of his cock before you began to take him slowly into your mouth. You wanted him to feel every inch of your mouth as it surrounded him, desperate to break his steady demeanor. 

One of his hands came to the side of your face to brush your hair away, his thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.

"You love sucking my cock, don't you?" 

You batted your eyelashes up at him, your mouth still wrapped around his dick. You weren’t quite ready to pull away, so you just nodded your head, careful not to let any bit of his cock slip out. The way Jaehyun smirked back down at you sent warmth straight between your cunt, causing you to squeeze your knees together from where you knelt on the floor. 

Yeah, you were absolutely loving this. Something about having this power over Jaehyun, even as he stared down at you with such a domineering gaze, turned you on beyond words. You let him set the pace with his hand at the back of your head. He was gentle with you, but you knew he was holding back.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he told you, his hand coming to join the other at the back of your head, stroking your hair softly. 

Encouraged by his praise, you attempted to take just one extra inch inside your mouth on your next downstroke.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, just as he slipped past the resistance of your gag reflex and you dug your nails into his tighs.

When you opened your eyes to look up at him, you were awfully pleased to see his head thrown back, and his face screwed up in pleasure, so you continued taking more and more of his dick even though your jaw ached and your throat was becoming sore. It was all worth it for the moans and groans you were pulling out of him. 

“Oh, oh shit!“ Jaehyun suddenly said, his hands tugging harshly on your hair to pull your mouth off of him. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I just need you to stop.”

Standing from the floor, you wiped your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Jaehyun didn’t waste much time and reached down to your legs lifting them around his waist, pressing you against the cold shower walls. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him for a kiss. 

“I wonder how wet you really are…” he said reaching down your cunt and spreading your folds with his fingers. He gently teased you as he felt you squirm under his touch. “Ready?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you responded. 

As he sank into you, you both let out sighs of pleasure. Jaehyun set a fast pace inside of you that had you moaning every time he bottomed out. He was also muttering words of praise, but you could barely focus on anything besides the way he was pushing into your g-spot. 

You moaned his name, louder and louder as he picked up his pace even more.

"Are you close?” he asked, leaning forward to press his forehead into yours. “God, how are you so tight?” 

You nodded. “I-I’m so close, Jae. Please, please, don’t stop.” Somewhere, in the back of your head, you knew you were being too loud, there was no way there wouldn’t be a noise complaint called into your landlord, but you couldn't help, Jaehyun was driving into you at a consistently breathtaking pace. All you could think about was the delicious way he felt inside of you. 

You were almost seeing stars, the heat in your belly was ready to spread flames and engulf your entire body, but suddenly a loud bang on the door startled the two of you. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" 

Mark was standing in the doorframe with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, staring at the scene with a blank stare, as if he couldn't believe what his eyes were witnessing at that moment.

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Dulcis Part 2

Here we are everyone - part 2 - please be warned that this doesn't have a happy ending (I don't think anyone expected there to be a happy ending for this story) and I understand that this is quite toxic. So no hard feelings if you're not into that - go ahead and scroll past it. I took some liberties with Carols job, I don't actually remember whether or not her career is mentioned in the movie so it is what it is.

To everyone who took a moment to comment / reblog / message me about this story - thanks so much and I hope you enjoy.

Thanks to my ladies for letting me send you paragraph upon paragraph of my Dave filth. @frannyzooey @foli-vora @mouthymandalorian

Dave (Murder Daddy) York x F!Reader

Pairing: David York x F!Reader

Word Count: 9.5K (are we even surprised at this point)

Warnings: **TRIGGER WARNING** NSFW 18+ INFIDELITY! (reader is engaged, David is married) language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk, **daddy kink** oral (f receiving) vaginal fingering, squirting, semi-public sex praise & aftercare, heavy guilt, violence / death- let me know if I missed any!

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It was disorienting when you woke up. This was not your bed, this was not your room, this is not Charlie.

The both of you must have fallen asleep after everything you’d done. Your phone was still beeping, it was what had woken you up in the first place. You looked at the time - it was two am.

Babe? What the hell is going on? Are you okay?

Jesus Christ.

You had six missed calls from Charlie - you had your phone on silent while you and Dave did...your thing. You quickly called him while Dave slept and hoped he wasn’t on his way home.

The guilt was so intense as you laid there, naked with Dave’s cum dried and flaky on the inside of your thighs. The fact that he answered right away made it worse.

“Babe??” He sounded frantic - genuinely worried, which hurt even more.

“Hey- I’m so sorry, I grabbed dinner and then ended up passing out! I was more tired than I thought.” You laughed lightly - trying to keep your voice down so as not to wake Dave. This all felt so wrong and you suddenly wanted to be far away from everyone and everything. You could hear Jack in the background telling Charlie he was being ridiculous.

“Just glad you’re okay - we usually talk before bed and I was worried that we barely spoke today. Just being paranoid I guess.” You could hear his worry and his relief at having heard from you. Dave turned to face you and you gave him a look that said quiet,he lifted his eyebrows at you. Scooting closer to you.

“Yeah I’m okay babe it’s all good. I’m sorry I wasn’t talkative today-” Your voice hitched at the end of your sentence when Dave started kissing your neck. His hand rubbing at the soft skin of your belly, slowly making its way up to cup your breast possessively. You swallowed hard, this was too much. Charlie kept speaking but you had a lump in your throat as you tried to tell Dave to stop with a look.

He ignored you. Charlie was telling you about his day while Dave made his way between your legs, putting your them on his shoulders. You were trying to close them as Charlie's voice sounded in your ear, but he held them open. He ran a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and making a show of tasting you.

“That’s awesome babe - did you have fun?” You tried to keep your voice normal but he was kissing your thighs and spreading you open. He looked up at you through his lashes as he speared you with two thick fingers, curling them just so. It was hard to focus with him hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. You could hear the wet noises your cunt was making and the blush crept up your chest.

“Sorry babe I’m so tired, let me call you tomorrow - love you!” You were trying to close your legs and Dave let you, putting them together over one shoulder. His fingers didn’t stop however, it only made you tighter, made you feel him more this way.

You hung up as Charlie said his goodbyes and you couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when you were so close to falling off the cliff. He stopped then when you hung up and you whimpered. He shifted so he was kneeling, holding your legs together in one arm as he guided himself to your opening.

You moaned at the stretch - you’d lost count how many times he’d fucked you and even though your pussy was puffy and sore you didn’t want him to stop. Your arousal flowing freely despite how tired you were.

“Has he ever made you this wet? Does he know how to fuck this pretty pussy? My pretty pussy?” His strokes were slow and thorough, burying himself to the hilt and slowly pulling all the way out, watching himself disappear fully into your slicked cunt. His balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, a soft pap pap pap accompanying the wet sounds of body sucking him in.

How could you still be this turned on? How could you still be leaking slick onto the ruined bedspread after having him inside you so many times? How the fuck could he ask you this right now? You couldn’t answer, not when it felt so good. He didn’t like that though, you knew the rules.

He pulled all the way out and waited until you answered.

“No - no one has ever fucked me like this, no one has ever made me this wet before, please - please make me cum again, please daddy.” You tried to reach up to pull him close to you but he didn’t let you - he guided himself into you once more and set a brutal pace.

He opened your legs wide - holding them by the back of your thighs - just above your knees. He nearly folded your body in half as he pushed your legs up into your chest. The new angle made you wail, he was hitting something deep, something that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Does that feel good? Look how cock-dumb you are right now, so fucking pretty, taking my dick so well… god, I could fuck this pussy for hours..” He was snapping his hips, hitting your pelvis hard and it was too much, something huge was happening inside you, you felt it in your stomach and it was spreading, blinding you.

It was like you were floating for a moment, suspended in air as felt yourself pushing him out of your body. You shuddered violently and felt the liquid gush of your orgasm between you.

“Fuck baby, fuck that’s so good. So fucking good...my good girl.” He was stroking himself against your ruined cunt, the thick tip of him rubbing your clit as you shuddered. You felt him cum on your mound but you could barely move. He rubbed his cock through your folds, through your combined liquids. You felt tired, bone tired. You felt filthy, never having been this wanton with anyone before - it was scarily satisfying, and you needed comfort.

Maybe it was his depravity, the way he made you mad with lust but you always needed something after and he knew how to give it to you.

He got up and walked over to his bathroom and cleaned himself up, bringing a warm wet rag with him. This is the only thing Dave did gently.

He opened your legs and cleaned you thoroughly, every trace of himself, every drop of your own arousal. You winced slightly, your pussy was sensitive and sore.

“You did so good baby, such a good girl for me. You took me so well - this pussy was made for me. So perfect and pretty and just for me. You know you’re my favourite right?” He rubbed soothing circles over the soft skin of your belly and it made you uncharacteristically needy for him.

“Yes - Just for you.” You repeated softly. You wanted him closer.

He took the blanket out from under you, it was soaked and he tossed it into the hamper beside the dresser, stopping to grab another from the closet. He covered you with it and got into bed beside you. You half expected him to tell you to get dressed but he didn’t, he laid with you and pulled you into his chest. He rubbed soothing circles onto your back while you listened to his heartbeat in your ear.

“Sleep baby, you deserve it. I’ll drive you home in the morning.” He kissed your forehead - the tenderness after everything you’d done was overwhelming. “Do you need some water?” He seemed to remember how long you’d been in bed together and now that he mentioned it you were parched.

“Yes please -” Before you had finished he was up and out of the room. You looked around, felt the bed underneath you. It smelled like sex and sweat and his wife's perfume.

You should have been ashamed of yourself. The guilt was always present and you felt it now but the slithering thing had wrapped itself around it, choking the life out of it and when you saw him walk into the room with a big glass of water and a little smile you couldn’t be bothered.

“Here- drink this and then we can get some sleep.” He watched as you drank, a guilty look flickering across his face when he saw how thirsty you were, you drained the whole glass and handed it back to him. Wiping a few drops from your chin with the back of your hand.

He got into bed behind you and spooned you, you were tucked into his chest - his hand rubbing your arm while you drifted off, you couldn’t remember ever being this comfortable.

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All the softness was gone the next morning.

You saw it clearly then, there are two versions of Dave - that you know of.

The confident, cocky powerhouse with a big dick that fucks you like a god and makes you see stars through your pussy. The David that is cool, calm and collected - indifferent and laissez faire about you and your life and the destruction he’s wrought.

Then there’s aftercare David. The soft, soothing David. The one that makes you feel safe and calls you his best girl and makes you want to leave everything behind. Makes you want to worship him and do whatever it takes to hear those words.

My good girl, my best girl

But you aren’t a good girl are you, you’re a cheater. You’re a manipulator and your fiance is worrying about you while you’re getting fucked three ways from Sunday in a married man's bed.

The slithering thing has no loyalties - and it turns on you now in the cold light of day.

You think all these things and more as you get dressed, as you gather any evidence of your night with David in his room, in his marital bed and slink away to wait for him to take you home. You vaguely wonder if he’ll fuck Carol in this bed tonight. Will he think of you?

Does he say those filthy things to her? Does he make her beg and plead and call him daddy? Somehow you don’t think so, and if he does - you definitely shouldn’t care.

You’re quiet on the way home, the guilt and the shame are eating you alive. Consuming you from the inside out and every time you think about what you did, what you let him do to you your stomach roils. You want to scrape David out of your mind and out of your body. Exorcise yourself of him. You can’t even bear to look at him and yet you dread getting out of the car.

Your mind and your body are at war, and he can see it. He can see the way your thighs clench and he can imagine that you're remembering scenes from last night. Can see that you won’t look him in the eye.

Charlie texts you then and it compounds the guilt, makes it solid and gives it heft in your stomach.

Hope you slept well - going on a hike with Jack, talk later - love you xo

You text him back quickly, telling him to be careful and that you loved him too. How can you say these words to him when all you’re thinking about is the pleasant ache at your core? When you’re thinking about inviting David inside - to your haven, to Charlies space. You don’t do it though, you can’t.

When you arrive at your building he pulls into a visitors parking spot and you half expect him to say something filthy and leave you on edge all day but what you don't know is that David is excellent at reading people. He saw your thoughts splayed across your face the whole drive home. What you don’t know is that David doesn't like or love you- David is obsessed with you.

David wants to own you and how you feel about that doesn’t matter to him.

He unlocks the doors after the car is parked and he gives you a moment to collect your things, but only a small moment. He turns to look at you and when you reciprocate he leans over - slowly, watching your mouth as he comes closer and closer.

You know he’s giving you time to pull away but you can’t, even now, even after everything you’ve thought about and the horrible thoughts and the guilt. After all that you cannot pull away.

Instead you lean in too, meeting him halfway and he kisses you roughly, biting your lip, crushing his mouth to yours cruelly. A clashing of teeth and tongues and gasps. His kiss is a reflection of how he feels about you, it’s not soft or loving. It’s all consuming and vulgar and his tongue is licking deep into your mouth. He’s pulling a groan out of you and you can’t help but grab at his hair while he does so and it shames you that even now, you crave him.

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David didn’t know when the switch had happened.

There were things he knew for a certainty, first was that his marriage was a sham. Maybe he had felt something for Carol long ago, when they first met and he had married her because she was as good as any to be a cover. With the way he made a living, he needed his home life to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Second was that he was fond of his girls, they were the good parts of him and they were to be protected.

Third was that he needed more of you. He’d had a taste of your heat, of your whimpers as he drove into you. You were so responsive and pliable, you took everything he gave you and you still wanted more.

He needs more.

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“All good on that cellphone you asked me to trace.” His colleague dropped off the files on his desk as he finished typing up his report. Now he would know where you were at all times. Would be able to see everything you did on your phone. He could read every text, every email - could see every call.

There was a little part of his brain that genuinely tried to tell him this was wrong. That you were going to get married to someone else - that he had his own family; but then he could see you writhing underneath him, could hear you begging for him to fuck you harder. Telling him you were his and his alone and he couldn’t give that up.

This was better.

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It was easy to focus on work the week after. You could make the argument that your weekend with Dave made you better. Yeah right.

You planned so many activities for the kids you barely had time to think about anything - including your wedding planning commitments. You had venues to visit, you had cakes to taste and a rehearsal dinner to plan. You decided to throw yourself into that too.

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You walked through the grocery store slowly, it was early enough in the day that it was still relatively empty. Your mind bouncing from one trivial thing to the next, going over your list, reminding yourself to do a load of laundry when you get home.

Maybe I'll make pork chops tonight, I really have to clean out the fridge.

It starts out as a prickle across your skin, heavy eyes on you; tracking you through the grocery store. You try to find the source but you can’t so you try to focus on the aisle in front of you. What did you need again?

Peanut butter - that’s right- but it doesn’t go away, it persists until you’re slightly alarmed and you don’t know why.

Your phone dings then and when you check your heart races- it’s Dave.

I want you.

There’s no preamble and you can’t deal with this right now, you can’t just drop everything whenever he messages you; so you ignore it. You’re busy.

When you go to pay the feeling hasn’t gone away, there is something at play here and it’s making you uncomfortable, enough to rush out to your car and look out for your surroundings when you hastily shove your bags into the trunk of your car.

“Why did you ignore me baby?” His voice startles you as you’re closing the trunk. Was it him that had you so keyed up?

“Dave… what are you doing here?” You were a little relieved that it was him, but only a little.

“I came to do some groceries, saw you and texted but you didn’t answer. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were ignoring me, but you aren’t right honey?” He moved closer to you, pinning you with his gaze. There was something cold in his eyes but you felt the arousal burning in your belly regardless.

You’d never know why, but there were warning bells going off in your brain; they were screaming at you to get away as fast as you could but he was staring at your lips and your legs wouldn’t move.

“No, I was just busy. I c-can’t just drop…” your back was curving to get away from him but there was nowhere to go. “I cannot just drop everything when you message me David. I have a life.” You put a little steel into your voice. You were in the middle of the grocery store parking lot for goodness sake.

He didn’t say anything, as he put his hands on your waist - grabbing onto you when he dipped his head to place a chaste kiss on your exposed collar bone. It flustered you and you had to bite the soft sigh but it came out anyway. You were lost then.

He led you to the backseat of your car and opened the door, sitting you inside with your legs still outside the car. The words were at the back of your throat, stuck behind your molars, coming forth to the tip of your tongue but never further. Your mind tried desperately to rebel, to shake you like an unruly child and snap you out of your madness but your body was pliable, changeable to his proverbial wind.

Instead you sat with him crouched in front of you just outside the car - his hands undoing your jeans and bringing them down along with your panties to leave you bare to anyone who happened to look inside your car. It was exhilarating and terrifying the way you let this man expose you this way.

“This pretty little pussy has been on my mind since our special weekend.” you could only open your legs slightly with your jeans around your knees. Enough for him to glide his fingers along your puffy lips, your arousal just bleeding through your folds. You watched him touch you, your body doing absolutely nothing to stop him. “It’s mine isn’t it?” He asked and you vaguely registered yourself nodding as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Look how hard you make me baby, constantly craving this wet cunt.” You could see the heft of him when he palmed himself. The outline of his dick pronounced enough to make you groan. He leaned forward to taste you, parting your seam with his tongue, gliding it against your clit. You moaned out and ran your fingers through his hair, the rest of the world and your surroundings forgotten with the action. He couldn’t get enough, pushing his face harder into your mound to get deeper but it wasn’t enough.

Instead he told you to move into the car so he could sit in your backseat, moving your driver's seat up to make room for his legs and you rushed to obey.

That was the word wasn’t it? That’s what you make me do, obey.

The thought came to you but it almost felt like it was someone else in your mind - explaining it to you as you struggled to get at least one leg free from the confines of your jeans. When he finally sat in the backseat you frantically pulled at his zipper, grasping his cock in your hand and lowering yourself onto him as quickly as you could.

You shared a groan when he was fully sheathed by your wet heat. He bucked up quickly, the both of you so close already; the knowledge that anyone could look in and see you riding him at any time only served to make you leak onto his lap. It made his cock twitch to think that you wanted him enough to let him take you like this - out in the open.

You were just as frantic as you rolled your hips, your fingers clutching at his shirt, his hair, his shoulders; whatever you could reach. His hand snaked up and he wrapped it around your throat, applying the barest amount of pressure and you moaned.

“Fuck baby, you like this? Does my good girl like when I grab her throat?” He squeezed a little and your body answered him by dripping more arousal onto his lap. Your cunt definitely liked it.

“Look at how wet you get, fuck. Are you mine baby?” He asked as he put a little more force into his movements. His feet were planted firmly as he bucked up, you moaned a yes daddy as he held you tightly. “Rub your clit, make yourself cum on my big dick.” He moaned into your ear and once again you obeyed. When your pussy fluttered with your orgasm his thrusts became erratic along with his words. Ramblings about owning you, about you never being able to get rid of him, words whispered fervently onto your skin as he painted your insides with his release.

You came to your senses before he did and you wanted to get dressed.

“I have to go Dave let me get dressed.” You tried to get off him but he held you tightly.

“What if I don’t want you to go? What if I want you to sit on my cock all day? Keep it warm for me.” He was kissing your neck, pulling your shirt down to kiss the tops of your breasts.

“Stop David, I have to go home and so do you. Playtime is over.” You were getting a little braver now that the fog of lust had cleared. He looked at you then and any softness was gone - his eyes grew cold and his hand came to your throat again.

“You said this pussy is mine. Were you lying?” His hand held your throat possessively and you felt him hardening inside you once more.

“What are you talking about? When we fuck you own me, but outside of this I have a life, I’ll be married soon and you have your wife and kids. This cannot continue no matter how much I enjoy it. You know that right? We have to be realistic here.” His eyes narrowed in a way that you didn’t recognize, he had a faraway look and you had to bring him back to you. “I meant what I said before. No one has ever made me feel the way you do, no one has ever fucked me the way you do and I lose my mind around you but you have to know it cannot continue.” You gently pulled his hand away from your throat, and kissed him as softly as you could. You were chasing the comfort he usually gave you.

For a moment it seemed like he wouldn’t be swayed, but what you soon realized was that you affected him just as much as he affected you. You pulled him close, whimpering into his mouth. There was a heady feeling in the power you felt, at being the one to calm him and you took it as far as you could.

“You know it’s yours daddy, my pussy is only for you. We had a lot of fun, you made me cum so hard. I’m going to be feeling your cock for hours. So big and hard inside me.” You kissed his neck, relishing the feeling of his dick twitching at your words. His hands held you almost violently, as if he couldn't get you close enough.

“It is mine isn’t it.” He spoke into your neck, making you bounce on him again, chasing the friction so he could cum again.

The second time was slower, you were fucking him now. Your hips a slow grind on his cock, his cum and your arousal making it so slippery, so much better. He was whining into your neck and you felt so fucking powerful. You weren’t thinking about the implications of your actions. You weren’t thinking how he would perceive this as your admittance to his ownership over you.

You didn’t realize the mistake you were making.

“It’s mine, you’re mine baby- tell me - fuck - tell me you’re mine.” He groaned the words.

“I’m yours, only yours. My cunt, my tits - my body. Yours all yours.” You whimpered as you came again, clamping down on his cock almost painfully tight. It triggered his own release and as you sat there slowly stroking each other, he was calculating his next move.

——————

You didn’t think about the interaction much, your ability to compartmentalize this part of you - the part you willingly gave to him should have shocked you; but even that was tucked away. When you were home with Charlie - it was a daydream. You never actually did those things? You didn’t open your legs like a whore every time Dave looked at you- that had to be someone else.

It was easy to be distracted with the rehearsal dinner coming up, the two of you finally agreeing on a really nice restaurant downtown. It felt better to have the invitations sent, felt like you were finally doing something to contribute to your own wedding. It made you guilty to think you’d barely done anything in that department but say yes. Charlie had taken care of all of the arrangements up until now, that had to change.

---

You should have felt guilty that all you could think of while you got ready for the rehearsal dinner was the fact that Dave hadn’t reached out since the morning in the parking lot. You should have been relieved, the... indiscretion had run its course and now you were where you were supposed to be. With Charlie… Right?

You could hear him rummaging in the closet, his movements becoming more and more erratic and his voice was rising.

“Babe - have you seen my tie? I could have sworn I hung it with my suit but it’s gone.” He looked through his garment bag furiously and you took pity. You assumed it must have fallen somewhere but you were soon sharing his frustration. It was nowhere to be found.

It was too late to do anything about it now, he wore another tie and you quickly made your way towards the restaurant.

-

It was nice to see everyone there, you had reserved a few tables near the back and your wedding party and close family had all come out to celebrate the two of you. Charlie was in a good mood, his hand finding a way to touch you and keep you close. The slithering thing however - raged. It was thrashing and screaming inside you, seeking out Dave as you drank your wine. You imagined how it would have been if you’d been marrying him instead. You imagined him meeting your family - your mother might have thought you were a bit young for him. Your father might have been impressed that he was well established, a secure job - a good future for you. You could almost feel his hand gripping your thigh under the table - whispering filth into your ear as you tried to eat.

“I’d let that man crack me open like a walnut.” Your best friend and maid of honour broke you out of your daydream to point out a man walking with his family towards a table not far from yours. Had he heard your thoughts? It felt like your stomach fell out of your body when his dark eyes locked on yours.

“Oh god.” It came out involuntarily. Your friend took it as an agreement to her statement.

“Right? What a dilf.” She was swooning - he was so fucking handsome.

Alice caught sight of you then and waved excitedly. You gave her a small wave back.

“You know him?” Your friend grabbed your arm excitedly.

“Yes - that’s my student Alice, her parents Carol and Dave.” It felt wrong to say his name out loud. Like everyone would know all the things you’d done once it was out in the air. You saw Carol smile at you then - saying something to Dave whose eyes had never left yours. Your blood ran cold when they walked over to your table.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. York, how’s your evening going?” You smiled as naturally as you could when they each shook your hand. Both of them smiled and made small talk.

“Hey babe who’s this?” Charlie came over and put his hand on the small of your back.

“Mr. and Mrs. York - this is my fiance Charlie. Charlie, these are the parents of my student Alice.” He shook hands with Carol, and then David. You could feel the flush creeping up your neck seeing them shake hands.

“Please, call me David - I feel like I know your fiance so well - Alice talks about her all the time.” He smiled, the very picture of friendliness. Charlie was all smiles.

My little golden retriever. The slithering thing was cruel tonight.

David smiled at you, while Carol prattled on about what a lovely couple you were - how gorgeous your children would be and how excited she was for you. David smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You could see the cracks in it, especially as Charlie tucked you into his side.

-

When the incredibly awkward meeting was over and you were sitting with your maid of honour again she was reeling, asking you questions about Dave. You had to gently remind her - and yourself - that he was married.

“Yes yes I know - but it’s fun to imagine right? God I bet he has a big dick. I just know he does. Would probably fuck you into the mattress, look at those hands.” She was almost drooling and you really couldn’t blame her. You knew the truth.

As the night went on you were getting more and more flustered as you felt David's eyes on you, he was suffocating you. What the fuck were the odds that he would be here tonight? You thought he might have done it on purpose but that would be insane. How could he possibly know? There was no logical way the knowledge could have gotten back to him. You briefly thought about him surprising you at the grocery store; just a coincidence, right?

You had to get away all of a sudden. With everyone enjoying themselves, with the wine flowing along with the conversation it was easy to slip away to the bathroom. You weren’t alone for long though, someone knocked on the door and kept knocking no matter how many times you said it was busy so you hurried to finish, not wanting to hold up the line.

David pushed you back in when you opened the door and before you could register what was happening he was kissing you. If anyone had asked you later on you would have denied it, but you were just as frantic.

You pulled at his hair and yanked him closer, and then somewhat came to your senses after the initial passion. You were in the bathroom at your wedding rehearsal dinner.

“David - stop, we can’t. I have to get back - Carol and Charlie…” He was hiking up your dress as you spoke and although your words said one thing, your actions said another. You were helping him, opening his belt and pulling down his pants to wrap your hand around his cock.

“Charlie?” His tone was mocking as he ripped your underwear, almost burning your thigh with the force of it. You moaned -

Charlie doesn’t make me feel like this. You couldn’t even summon up the guilt, not with how you were dripping, glossy and wet for him. Not with how hard his cock was for you - not with how he rubbed it through your folds as he hiked your leg high on his hip.

“Charlie doesn’t make you this wet does he baby, doesn’t fuck this wet little pussy like daddy does” He wasn’t gentle, he buried himself to the hilt and it knocked the air out of you. He held onto your throat with one hand as he snapped his hips forward hard and fast, your cunt practically sucking him in. His hand tightened slightly when you didn’t answer him.

“No, no he - fuck - no he doesn’t.” His pace was bruising, it was rough and you didn’t want it to stop. It wasn’t enough for him though.

“You have to remember who this fucking pussy belongs to… I’m going to make you cum while Charlie is outside. You’re going to feel me while you’re with him.” He pulled out and you whimpered, he stood off to the side and put your leg on the toilet then he slid two fingers into your swollen cunt, curling them and hitting that spongy spot with a brutal speed. The pressure was so intense you couldn’t even scream.

“There it is - going to squirt for me?” He was whispering in your ear as his hand almost blurred between your legs. You left your body as you felt the wet gush of your orgasm. It was all over the floor and dripping down your legs.

If he wasn’t holding you, you would have slid down the wall.

“That’s it, what a good girl.” He was back between your legs, slamming himself back into you - your arousal wetting his pant legs but he didn’t care. “Open your fucking mouth.” He snarled into your face, his hand ever present at your throat and you did. He spit into it - “Swallow.” You felt depraved, you felt disgusting, you were wetter than you’d ever fucking been and if he stopped you would have died.

His thrusts were becoming more and more erratic.

“I’m going to cum in this pretty mouth, and then you’re going to kiss Charlie.” He pulled out and you scrambled to get onto your knees. He held you by the hinge of your jaw and stroked himself onto your tongue. You swallowed as much as you could, reaching up to catch whatever dripped out.

“Kiss him when you get to the table, daddy’s watching.” he spoke calmly as he put himself away. He didn’t even bother washing his hands before he slipped out; leaving you to clean up the mess.

---

You looked in the mirror when he left and it was like you were looking at a stranger. Who was this woman looking back at you? With the red marks on her neck, with the ruined underwear that had to be thrown out. Red knees and lips.

That’s you, that’s always been you

The slithering thing was sated and happy, basking in the afterglow of the violent orgasm Dave had ripped from you.

No one noticed you when you went back to your table, the red lips were assumed to be wine stains. The red flush the alcohol. David’s eyes bored into you as you kissed Charlie, terrified he’d know but he didn’t. The slithering thing cheered while you wilted, your conscience finally convincing you that this might have gotten out of control.

The guilt was building and building as they came to say goodbye, Carol congratulating you once more and David shaking Charlie’s hand.

“It’s so funny, I didn’t notice before but I was going to wear a tie just like that tonight.” Charlie was smiling. Even the slithering thing stilled - no longer celebrating as a terrifying thought crept into your mind.

“What a coincidence.” David smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

---

There was an impenetrable fog that obscured every and all thought. A cumulonimbus cloud thick enough to swim through. It covered everything in a gauzy haze and made it so difficult to focus on anything; it caused basic tasks to be completed almost instinctively.

You got home, but didn’t remember how. You took a shower, washed your face. You were in bed with Charlie; comfortable in clean pyjamas and yet still, you couldn’t understand how.

Had David broken into your apartment somehow? Getting into the building - unfortunately - wouldn’t be too hard you could understand that. He could charm his way in, or happen to catch someone as they walked out but how did he get into your unit? Your locks still worked. Neither of you had come home to a broken down door.

How would he even know which unit was ours?

You kept going back and forth within your own mind, wrestling yourself with the logic of it. On the one hand, there was no fucking way he had done this. It was absolutely insane. David York did not break into your apartment just to steal your fiance’s tie. The implications of it were too big for you to handle. It would have meant that he knew about your rehearsal dinner, which logically speaking - he couldn’t. You hadn’t told him.

He would have had to know which day Charlie bought his suit and tie, which again - you knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t know that the dinner was scheduled for tonight and that it would be at that specific restaurant. Were you actually considering that he would somehow manage to find out all of this information and then proceed to use it by wearing the tie - he somehow manager to steal - just to fuck with you? You sighed heavily - thankful that Charlie was blessedly fast asleep.

You were then forced to consider the alternative, which was that he had done just that. Found a way to keep tabs on you. You thought back to all of your interactions with him, painstakingly running through the events through your mind to a time where he would have access to… to what? What could he possibly do? You knew he had some sort of office job. Government? Police? What did he even do? You were startled to realize you didn’t actually know.

The question remained, and multiplied - growing from simply how, to when? His only chance would have been when you were in his home, but even then - what could he have done, the two of you had been together, busy.

You fell asleep

The slithering thing whispered, seeming to make amends and changing its tune with the fear you felt now, along with arousal at the thought of Dave. You’d both been asleep though, hadn't you?

Your phone flashed then - a text message from your best friend - congratulating you and stating how excited she was about the wedding, about how hot that dad had been with some smiley faces. You looked at your phone curiously then. Could this be how?

All of the information about the dinner, about Charlie's shopping trip - it was all here. The invitations had been sent through email. Anyone with access to your phone would know all of the details Dave would have needed to do the things you were -only a little seriously- suspecting him of. It still begs the question though, how could he have access to your phone?

You didn’t fall asleep until very late, looking at your phone with fearful suspicion.

——

It was difficult to concentrate.

Even after a few days, your mind was still clouded with doubt; you didn’t know what to think. It was hard to quantify all of the implications of your mistake and at this point you had no idea what to do about it. There was no way out that wouldn’t be messy.

You never had a choice

When did the slithering thing start sounding like Dave?

The startling realization hit you then, you’d never had any control over the situation; he had successfully invaded every part of you.

The situation had become so dire, so panic-inducing that Charlie had taken notice of your far off expression. You were unusually quiet, lost in thought and guilt alike more often than not.

You tried to reassure him that it was just stress, not getting enough sleep, anxiety over the upcoming wedding but you knew he imagined it was cold-feet. You were ashamed to admit that maybe it was. Maybe after all this, this taste of the forbidden fruit had soured everything else.

Charlie’s optimism became naivety. His willingness to compromise had become a weakness. Dave had poisoned every aspect of your life, ruining you for other men and for what? He’d made you no promises, no assurances of what would happen as a result of your indiscretion but he demanded everything from you; no regard for your life.

The worst part was you knew all of this, you were well aware of exactly what his terms were and you took it with your greedy little hands and your greedy little cunt.

You have no one to blame but yourself

—-

One week until the wedding

Things hadn’t gotten better.

The cure for a guilty conscience however, in your opinion, was working yourself to the point of exhaustion. Throwing every ounce of energy into teaching your class, activities and creative exercises left no room for Dave.

The side effect however was no better, Charlie hovered - borderline berating you for working too hard. You vaguely wondered to yourself if you wanted Charlie to catch you. Maybe he didn’t pay as much attention to you as he should have, maybe you should have been paying more attention to him?

No - this was your guilty conscience trying to deflect your abhorrent behaviour; this was the slithering thing changing it’s tactic by turning you against Charlie. The truth was that Charlie was giving you the benefit of the doubt, he was convinced that this was all pre-wedding jitters which to be fair, it should have been.

---

Five days until the wedding.

You should have been finalizing plans. You should have been excited and jittery and planning your honeymoon - which you hadn’t. You hadn’t said a word about the upcoming ceremony, and if Charlie brought it up you quickly changed the subject.

“I spoke to the florist, everything is all set. All we have to do now is show up.” He said it almost tentatively. Approaching the subject like a bomb technician. You responded with an mhm as you flitted around the kitchen, gathering your supplies for the school day.

“Babe, are you okay?” He faced you head on now, a little grown on his face.

“Of course, just running late.” You didn’t look him in the eye and while this would have worked a few weeks ago, it didn’t today.

“Stop, give me a second- please.” He stood in front of you, holding you by your shoulders so you were forced to confront him. “I’m not sure what’s going on, whether it’s stress from work, or nervous about the wedding but i'm here, it’s me, it’s us.” He was holding you, trying to connect with you on the same level you’d always been connected to each other but there was a wall; it’s name is David.

“Charlie, I’m fine. It’s all good - I’m stressed from work and this whole big wedding thing is giving me anxiety and frankly I don’t have time for this.” You gently pulled away from him, and much to your annoyance - he let you go, sighing heavily.

“You know I love you right?” His voice pulled at your heart, for a moment you were yourself- remembering the sweet boy that made you laugh. The lovely man in front of you who did everything he could to make you happy - but then you imagined David. He wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.

“Yes, I know - I love you too. Everything will be fine I promise.” You kissed him quickly as you ran out the door.

-----

Four days until the wedding

You stared at your phone while you waited for the steady trickle of parents, you wanted to smooth things over with Charlie but you didn’t know how to. Worst of all you didn’t actually know whether or not you even wanted to at this point. The thoughts jumbled together maddeningly before being interrupted by the soft knock from the first set of parents for the night. It went smoothly, until it was Carol's turn.

When Carol York walked into your classroom your heart fell into your stomach.

She sat and chatted with you, asking about the wedding and your fiance. It was difficult not to feel awkward - not with all of the truly filthy things you'd let her husband do to you. You studied her while she prattled away about Alice’s grades and home life. Her wedding ring drew your attention first, it was ostentatious. A huge rock on her delicate finger - her bag was designer, so were her shoes.

What does she do? What does David do?

You let her talk, trying to subtly gain some insight into her psyche - maybe you were trying to understand why David was so relentless in his pursuit of you. Maybe you wanted to compare yourself to this woman.

“What do you do Mrs York?” You asked her, trying not to jump onto the subject of her husband right away.

“Oh please, call me Carol! I work for a design firm, mostly commercial buildings and offices. Corporate design you could say.” She smiled, so friendly; you wondered whether it was blissful ignorance or a mutual understanding that it was all for show that kept her and David together. Neither one would have been preferable.

“That’s lovely, and what about Mr. York - what does he do?” If your face had given anything away, she didn’t mention it.

“Oh David works for the government. It’s all terribly bureaucratic and boring. I swear though sometimes it’s like the man works for the CIA with how secretive he can be about his work, like I need to know everything that happens. An office is an office and they’re all the same aren’t they?” Her laugh was soft.

Blissful ignorance the slithering thing decided.

You thought about her a lot after she left, lingering on Davids job and what he could have access to. Was he really CIA? That was a slightly terrifying thought.

Your thoughts circled back around however and the truth of the matter was that neither Carol or Charlie deserved to be treated this way. The knock at the door startled you - your head snapping up to see who was here. The school had been empty with Carol being your last appointment.

“How was the meeting with my wife?” Dave was leaning against the door frame.

Your stomach dropped.

“What are you doing here? Carol just left - did you see her in the parking lot?” The audacity of this man was perplexing, how could he show up here and risk his wife seeing him.

“I saw her leave, she didn’t see me.” He walked over to you but you held your ground - looking up into his handsome face. The shame hit you like a bolt of lightning when he looked into your eyes, it hit you because all of the contemplating - all of the regret and the shame at having done all you had went right out the window.

“So where does Carol think you are right now?” You had to know.

“Same place Charlie thinks you are. At work.” He couldn’t keep the mocking tone out of his voice when saying Charlie's name. It was curious that he could seemingly hate Charlie - he was just your Carol.

“What do you do?” The question bubbled out of your mouth almost of its own volition and you saw his eyes narrow slightly.

“I work for the government.” He didn’t elaborate and his expression said the matter was closed. You had an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach along with the all too familiar ache of arousal his very presence seemed to inspire.

“I’m curious.” You didn’t think you could say more than that, there was a voice in the back of your mind, quieter than the slithering thing but much stronger.

Don’t ask too many questions - he won’t like that

You listened.

“I missed you baby, didn’t you miss me?” The flip had switched when you backed off, this was what he was here for. You couldn't lie to him.

“Yes - I did.” You stared up at him, at his mouth. The plush bottom lip you liked to bite because it made him groan. The tawny skin of his neck - it made you want to stand up on your tippy toes to kiss him there.

“What are you thinking about?” It came out almost playful, was it so obvious?

“Your neck.” There was no point in lying to him. “I want to kiss it.” Your body carried you closer to him and he made space for you in his arms, hugging you close to him. This was uncharacteristic of him. This kind of comfort usually came after he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure and decency from you and it felt so intimate. It felt more vulgar because he was showing how he felt about you. How he wanted to feel about you.

You couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled. How your face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck. Even though the knowledge that this could not last, this could not end well, this was the best part. Feeling close to him and even more so - feeling wanted by him.

Utterly enveloped by him.

The mood shifted however as it always does when in his presence, and now his face was in the crook of your neck. Seeking out your warmth and your scent and your skin.

“I’ve missed you so much - think about you constantly.” He spoke between fervent kisses that burned you. “Think about your mouth, your tits, your sweet little cunt and I get so hard for you baby.” He was leaving a blazing path with his mouth. His words searing you just as ardently.

“Tell me, tell me how much you want me.” You needed to hear it, maybe it would all be worth it, the pain and the destruction this would invariably cause in your life as well as his. All would be worth it because he wanted you so badly.

“I want you so much, every minute of every day. I can’t focus, I have to have you. You belong to me.” He was crowding you, his hands seeking out every part of you available to him and he pushed you onto your desk to stand between your legs.

The heat was in your belly now, spreading from your skin into your blood and running through your veins. His words were a forest fire and you couldn’t control it so you let yourself burn for him. Your cunt was weeping and you needed to hear more - everything. You needed him to tell you everything, all of the thoughts, all of the suspicions and the fear were lost when he touched you like this. In these moments with him none of it mattered. Nothing mattered.

“I think about you too, keep telling me- please.” You yanked him by his hair to taste him, forestalling your request by licking into this mouth - as if wanting to taste the truth in his words. He pulled at your leggings and your underwear all at once, leaving you bare for him.

“This pussy owns me as much as I own it, I want to see it dripping in me. My cum sliding out of it - I have to taste it.” He kneeled in front of you and seeing him looking up at you through dark lashes and hooded, lust blown eyes was almost too much. The slick pooled at your entrance and he groaned at the sight of it.

You could feel the flush creeping up your chest at the way he looked up at you. It was almost blasphemous the way he devoured you. His hands were insistent in the way he held your thighs open for him, draping them over his shoulders. You imagined what you looked like then, with your legs spread for him, your heels digging into his back as you ground your hips into the wet heat of his mouth.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and you almost screamed, the coil in your belly winding itself tighter and tighter as he forcibly dragged you over the edge and into oblivion. He hummed onto your skin as he slid two thick fingers into your silken heat. The stretch of his fingers pumping in that maddening rhythm with the wet glide of his tongue over and over and over- It was too much and you grabbed at his hair violently as your orgasm flooded out of you and into his mouth.

—-

Two days until the wedding.

You were meant to finalize a few things today and Charlie had left early in the morning, mentioning a last minute errand he had to run. That had been hours ago and he hadn’t even called.

There was a knock at your apartment door - Charlie must have forgotten his keys again.

“David, what are you doing here?” You felt the colour drain from your face. He pushed his way inside the apartment.

“I needed to see you.” His voice was level but the bile was rising in your throat. Charlie could walk in at any moment.

“David, now is not the time and this is definitely not the place - how did you know where I lived…?” The hairs on the back of your neck were standing on end - his job came to your mind unbidden. He didn’t answer you.

“I need to touch you, I need to fuck you in your bed - in Charlie’s bed.” He had a violent glint in his eye and it startled you just as much as it aroused you.

“Are you crazy? David..” He crashed his lips into yours, giving you no choice.

You wanted to fight him, you wanted to push him away and demand the answers you needed, but you didn’t. You never fought him. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck to get closer. You sighed into his mouth when his tongue plundered yours.

“Take your fucking clothes off now, be good for daddy.” The words almost came out in a growl and you almost ripped them in your haste to obey, the shirt and bra you had been wearing were now a discarded heap on the floor. Your leggings were wrenched down leaving everything but your calves exposed to his touch. He turned you around roughly and pushed your face into your dining room table, your ass on display for him while he undid his belt.

This was how Charlie found you. Naked and panting for a fully clothed man.

“What the fuck?” His voice wasn’t angry, he was too confused for that. His brain hadn’t registered the scene in its entirety until you were scrambling to get your pants up. Apologizing and telling him it wasn’t what he thought it was, which was a lie. It was exactly what he thought it was.

You were about to get fucked by someone else, in your shared apartment, two days before your wedding.

“This whole time, I thought it was nerves. How could you do this to me? Who the fuck are you?” He spoke to you and Dave and while you tried to explain, tried to get your bra back on - David was silent.

Charlie stormed out before you could do anything and David told you to get dressed, that he would go after him.

You had your bra back on, and were just about to run out the door when David burst through your apartment.

“Call an ambulance. Now.”

----

“You say you were both going to grab some lunch and he fell down the stairwell?” The detective was talking to David who had you tucked into his side, a hand rubbing your back in what he imagined was a soothing gesture.

“That’s right, he slipped and fell when we were making our way down. His shoelace must have been untied.” He didn’t even flinch.

You said nothing while David spoke, but you tried to communicate silently to the detective that something was wrong but he barely looked at you. David had handled everything and you knew then that there was nothing to be done. When the interview came to an end, the detective shook his hand, told you how sorry he was and that they would release the body back to you soon.

All you could do was think about all the time David had said you belonged to him. How he would never let you go, and now the only thing keeping you from him was gone.

You were all his.

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The Cheat-Thomas Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @myimaginesworld​)

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Summary: (Y/N) makes the biggest mistake of her life in one night, praying that her husband will never find out. But no matter how hard she tries to hide it, Thomas Shelby knows everything.

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, mentions of weapon, angst, arguing, divorce, threats, rape, violence, death

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Why had I been so stupid?

I was a reckless woman, a cheater, a filthy, lying cheater. He didn’t deserve this. Not after everything he had been through. Not after everything he had done for me. Yet here I was, hunched up in shock whilst laying in another man’s bed, miles away from my own home.

My wedding ring reflected the light coming through the window, reminding me that I was indeed a married woman. My eyes shut quickly, blocking out the sight of it. It was a cruel tease, rubbing the salt in an already huge open wound. How was I supposed to get out of this? What was I going to do?

The truth is I’m not going to get out of this and I can’t do anything about that.

Everyone knew who I was. I wasn’t going to sneak away easily. If someone spotted me, Tommy would find out almost immediately. Sometimes it was scary how powerful he was. The stranger beside me was still asleep, giving me the chance to get away. Slowly shifting out of bed, I shivered at the coldness, my body covered in goosebumps within seconds. Our clothes were tangled up together, just as we were last night, meaning it was taking longer than it should have for me to escape. I hadn’t even put my underwear back on before I heard him stir. Freezing, my head whipped round to see if he was waking up, and much to my dismay, he was already looking at me, a smirk on his lips.

Without hesitating, I grabbed my purse from the floor, not even fumbling as I pulled out my gun, aiming it right at his head. His eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock.

“If you speak a word of this to anyone, or even think about it, I’ll have a Peaky Blinder take your eyes. Or I could get it all over with now and save you the pain.” I threatened.

He furiously nodded, not able to say anything.

“You don’t know me, you never saw me, and you were never with me. Do you understand?”

He repeated his actions, managing to squeak out a ‘yes’. I felt like I couldn’t move, that if I did, he would somehow shout out to the world that we had slept together. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

(Y/N), you’re standing stark naked in front a man with a gun. 

“Where’s the best exit to sneak away?” I composed myself, slowly lowering the gun.

“O-out the back. It’s a tiny alleyway.”

Standing still for a few more seconds, I made sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid, continuing to hastily change back into the clothes from the night before.

“You got a hat? A coat?”

“Downstairs.”

“Good, remember what I said. It wasn’t a bluff.”

Rushing downstairs, I took the hat and coat he spoke of, glad that they were big, better to hide myself with. Finding my way to the kitchen, I spotted the back door to the tiny yard, which had a gate leading to the alley. Although I was quick in my step, I had to look normal, not suspicious. It was still very early morning, a slight fog layered the streets (good, another advantage for myself). My mind began to relax a little, seeing that no one was about, until a distinctive voice called out to me.

“No point hiding Mrs Shelby.” Johnny called out from down the street. 

He was leaning against a car, obviously borrowed from Tommy, hands in his pockets with one leg crossed over the other. I glared at him, quickly checking my empty surroundings before marching over to him. 

“Keep your voice down!” I hissed at him, worried that people would be spying through their windows. 

“He knows (Y/N).”

I hated the look on his face. It was a look of disgust, bewilderment, he couldn’t believe I had done such a horrible thing to the man I loved. Why would a woman who had it all, throw everything away in one night? I was married to one of the most powerful men in the country, he could give me anything I wanted, provide protection, money, anything I asked for! And here I was at the crack of dawn, in last night’s clothes and sneaking out like a teenager.

No more words were exchanged as Johnny drove me home. I could see why he was sent to fetch me. Perhaps he would try and get something out of me, or make me slip up. Any old bodyguard would have no effect on me. It also meant the staff knew less about the situation, though I knew word would spread around soon enough.

If I didn’t feel sick already, I surely did now. Johnny parked up all too soon in front of the house, the tires on the gravel making too much noise for my liking. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon, but I wanted to keep hiding in the darkness. Johnny opened the door for me, and I hesitated to get out, dreading what I could be in for. Would it be a screaming match? Would he be silent? Or would I be facing something more...violent?

Slowly stepping out of the car, I avoided eye contact with Johnny Dogs, trying to clear my mind before I had to face Tommy. My legs buckled slightly, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the after effects of alcohol or the fear surging through me. Going into this extravagant house felt wrong. I had decided to stay in a run down, tiny, dirty house squeezed in amongst other properties, rather than this luscious home last night. Now here I was, walking in as if I didn’t live here. This could be the last time I ever stood in these very walls.

If anyone else was here, they wouldn’t have to tell me where to go. He was going to be in his office, cigarette in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in his hand. He would remain silent as I walked in, take his time, maybe down the rest of his drink before speaking. I knew Tommy. He was my husband after all.

My hands were clammy as I opened the door, seeing the back of him as he stared out of the window. I was right about the cigarette and glass. I silently took in a deep breath, approaching the desk timidly, as if I was a child getting told off. That’s how meek I felt, he was practically going to do that, but instead of being sent to my room, I was going to be kicked out of the house. 

“This is late for you. You were never one to stay out that late.” he started, still not looking at me.

I struggled to think of a response.

“The only time you’ve seen the sunrise is when you waited for me, after that big fight. If I hadn’t married you before that day, I certainly would have then.”

I deserved that.

He turned to face me.“Maybe I should have held my breath.”

My voice was extremely shaky as I spoke, tears already rolling down my cheeks."Tommy, I could say this a million times but it will never express how deeply I feel this. I am so sorry for what I did. You know that I would do anything I could to change all of this-"

"You knew what you were doing."

"I-I don't know how to explain it-"

"You fucked another man, (Y/N). Plain and simple." he stubbed out his cigarette harshly, slamming down the glass at the same time.

"No, I ruined everything, I just...I don't understand why I did it!"

"I don't either. Come on then, let's figure it out together." I hated how patronising he was being.

"Tommy I-"

"It can't be me. I haven't slept with anyone. I've given you a good life, haven't I? Was there something you didn't like? Perhaps you didn't like the way the cooks scrambled your eggs in the morning? Or maybe the newest dress I bought for you wasn't up to standards for you?"

"Fucking stop it Tommy!" I raised my voice.

"Oh, you're raising your voice at me now? I didn't realise I was the one in the wrong."

"I know what I did was ducking stupid, and the most disgusting thing I've ever done. I've broken a promise from our marriage, I've deceived you, I acted as if I didn't love you, and for the life of me, I don't know why!"

"I'm not giving you time to figure that out."

"What?"

"I want you out of this house."

"Tommy, please-"

"You knew this was coming as soon as you woke up this morning."

"Yes, and I've been trying to think how I could fix this."

"Well?"

I opened my mouth, quickly closing it when I had no idea what to say.

"Ah, nothing. That's what I thought."

"Tommy-"

"No, fucking enough. You've done the damage."

"But, why can't we do something to fix this?"

"Because it's a big fucking mess. And I don't have the time nor patience to deal with something like this."

"Y-you're not even going to try? Just give up on us like that?"

"Might want to remind yourself what you did last night. I want you out of the house by the morning. You can have a portion of money to keep you going, I won't put you on the streets."

"Tommy, I love you! I want to forget this happened, learn from this-"

"Learn from this? Fucking learn?!"

He wasn't listening, and it was making me angry."Oh, like you're a saint and haven't slept with multiple women!"

"Not whilst I was married! You can try to justify all of this to make yourself feel better, but it won't change what you've done."

"I know! And it's killing me!"

“So how do you think that makes me feel?!” he shouted.“You betrayed me! You were one of the few people I trusted.”

“You can trust me!”

Tommy’s eyes were wide.“Are you fucking stupid?! I am not going to stand here all morning shouting at you. There is no resolving this.”

“B-but...”

“I can’t be with someone who goes behind my back. If this was the other way around, you would be thinking the exact same. So don’t tell me what we’re going to do, because we’re not going to do anything. It’s over (Y/N).”

                                        *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I let out a heavy huff as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the numbers written out in front of me. After the divorce, Tommy stayed true to his world, giving me a big quantity of money. I had enough to buy a small house, I could live off of the rest for at least a year, maybe a year and a half. However, I knew I would have to start working again. I wasn’t against that, it would mean I could make friends at least. But it would be difficult to find an employer that wanted the ex-wife of Thomas Shelby.

Tommy was able to file for the divorce papers extremely quickly, meaning I was out of the house and his life much sooner than I thought. That didn’t stop me from trying. I apologised everyday, trying to convince Tommy nothing like that would ever happen again, even as the movers were taking my belongings out of the house. But hid mind was made up. I had lost him, I lost the man I loved. 

I heard a thud outside, as if someone had slammed the garden gate. At first I tried to shake it off, it was slightly windy. Perhaps I didn’t put it on the latch properly. When I didn’t hear anything else, I ignored it, looking back on my calculations. I didn’t have to panic about money just yet, though it was still a good idea to be prepared. I was about to redo my numbers, wanting to double check my answers when another sound echoed outside. This time I kept my guard up, heading to my purse on the side and getting out my gun. Turning off the lights, I peeked out of the windows, checking all around the house, but didn’t find anything. There were no more noises, no signs of anyone trying to break in. I was being paranoid, because I found myself lying awake, gun clasped in my hand and staring at the phone, debating if I should call him.

“Hello?”

I had given in.“Tom, it’s (Y/N). Please don’t put the phone down!”

“What do you want? It’s the middle of the night.”

“You say that as if you have a regular sleep schedule.”

He didn’t reply.

“I’m sorry, this is going to sound stupid but I think someone is watching me. I heard noises earlier and just have a strange feeling, like the one I got when-”

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

I was shocked.“I...I had no one else to call. I just thought-”

“Go to bed (Y/N), there’s no one out to get you, not anymore.”

The phone was slammed down, and I couldn’t comprehend what just happened. Tommy may have hated me, despise me even, but what if I was truly in danger? Would he never be there to help me again? It seemed stupid to ask such a question, however, after having years of someone looking out for you. There was no rest for me that night, I couldn’t recall my eyes shutting for more than a second. Not only was I kept awake from the fear, I also couldn’t stop thinking about my ex-husband’s behaviour.

With heavy bags under my eyes, I dragged my feet along the pavement, arms aching from carrying all my food shopping. I hated how far away I was from my home on days like this. I wish I could have afforded to keep my car, another thing Tommy gifted to me. Trying to conjure up any sort of energy left from yesterday, I pushed myself onwards. But as I tried to keep positive, a man practically jumped around the corner of a building, causing us to collide, my food spilling everywhere.

“What the fuck?!” I snapped out of instinct.

“You can’t talk to us like that.” he snarled.

“Who? Actually, I don’t care.”

I bent down to pick up what I could, when someone from behind scooped their arms underneath mine, dragging me backwards. I screamed out loudly, making my body go limp and heavy to make it difficult for whoever had a hold of me. What made me more scared was the fact that there were at least three people walking by, all turning their heads away as if it made me invisible. Flailing around, my heart started racing as I realised I might not escape this, especially as we were met with more men. 

“What are you doing?!” I yelled out.

“Avenging those taken from us, by your husband.” one of them growled.

“I’m not with him anymore!”

“Too late to go back now.”

                                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The two policemen fidgeted as they stood on the doorstep of Thomas Shelby’s house. They had no power over this man, he had somehow legally/illegally made his way up in the world, bought a huge house, multiple cars, lots of land...and always managed to cover up his tracks. However, today they had to forget about that, they were here on serious business.

Tommy sat at his desk, surrounded by a cloud of smoke from his cigarette. He was preparing for a family meeting, they had a lot of work to do. There was a knock at his office door, and he called for the servant to enter, not even looking up from his papers. 

“Mr Shelby, there are two policemen here to see you.” they explained.

Tommy wasn’t phased. He knew he hadn’t left any tracks from any recent plan of his.“Alright, let them in.”

The policemen timidly entered, approaching the desk. Tommy didn’t bother standing, putting out his cigarette and waiting for them to speak.

“Mr Shelby, I’m afraid we have some...unfortunate news.” one of them started.

“And what would that be then?” 

The officers glanced at each other, scared what could happen to them when they revealed the news.“It’s about your ex-wife, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s dead.”

Tommy felt like his heart stopped for a second.“What?”

“She was found dead in an alley way. It appeared she was...forced there, raped, beaten and killed.”

His gaze fell lower, shock filling his system. (Y/N) was dead. She had called him too. She was scared and he did nothing because of the spite in him.

“We’re sorry for your loss, sir. But, we also need to have someone come confirm the body is hers. It’s procedure and-”

“Get out.”

“Yes sir. We will arrange something at a later time.”

The officers scurried away and out of the house as quickly as they could. The servant waiting on the outside of the door had heard every single word, instantly rushing to inform their co-workers. (Y/N) had been a good employer, she didn’t deserve to die that way.

Tommy let out a painful yell as he swiped everything off of his desk. papers went flying, the glass full of old cigarettes and ash smashed along with his glass of whiskey. He kept screaming, not knowing how else to let go of his rage. He pushed over chairs, smashed statues and it still didn’t help. His chest raised up and down as he breathed heavily. His eyes were like saucers, hands gripped into fists as he debated what else he could smash. 

What would have happened if he had just helped her? She wasn’t asking for him to love her or take her back. He was the only person she knew that could protect her. She was alone, scared and asked for the smallest thing. Would she still be alive if he sent men out to patrol around her house? Could she at least escaped with a few bruises? Those men wanted revenge because of something he did, because of his killing. His worst fear had come true. (Y/N) was gone, and this was something he could never fix. 

[uwurakax]

boy, i hate you ♡

pairing: akaashi x reader ♡

genre: angst // cheating // suggestive (not explicit) ♡

summary: you swore to yourself that you’d never stay with a cheater, so why was it so hard to let go? ♡

♡ the sequel “boy, i need you” - read the second part here ♡

word count: 1.9k ♡

author’s note: ok this has been in my mind for ages now and i need this to go into the universe. i haven’t written in years so i am crappy rusty as hell (pls be kind ty). i don’t normally write but i had to. i also believe theres no gender mentioned? (it’s like 4am and i’ve had zero sleep so pls), but i suppose it leans to f!reader. i’ll regret uploading this later haha 🤟😭 also hasn’t been proofread and i wrote this at like 1am (excuses for my terrible writing yup, don’t judge me haha) ♡

♡ (inspired by f.u by little mix) ♡

infidelity

/ɪnfɪˈdɛlɪti/

noun

1. the action or state of being unfaithful to a spouse or partner

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with your eyes red and wet was not an uncommon occurrence. You supposed at one point, it was, but those days felt like a distant dream. You had cried so much, it was a wonder you could keep up the waterworks. Your eyes were swollen, bloodshot and dry. The moisture had left them and were spilled, half dry, on your cheeks. 

It was pathetic. So pathetic how you could keep putting yourself through this. Day after day, breakdown after breakdown, you didn’t know how much more you could take. You quickly wiped away any more stray tears with the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing.  His hoodie. 

You wondered how much liquid had been soaked up by his clothes. An ironic display of him comforting you indirectly when he was the one who caused those tears to spill in the first place.

You took a deep inhale and leaned over the porcelain countertop. It felt wrong. It felt awkward. It felt..dirty. You gripped the sides of the counter. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it all went wrong, it was just like it happened. Or maybe it didn’t, and it was there long before you had taken notice of the signs. 

All you knew was that suddenly, he wasn’t yours anymore. The home you shared with him wasn’t yours. Hell, even this goddamn pristine white bathroom wasn’t yours. For the past year or so, it was slowly losing the essence of you and him, and somehow converged into a you, him and her. You wondered if it just lost your sense entirely and had become his and hers - you being just a warm body that filled the cold space when he was gone, whether that be at work or when he had to take a ‘trip’. 

You were so sick of it. All the insecurity of when it started, why weren’t you enough, how’d it happen, and all those basic questions associated with a partner cheating were bubbling up inside of you. 

You wanted to push all the blame on him. You wanted to hate him, despise him for reducing you to the pathetic crying mess you were now, but you couldn’t. You knew, deep down inside, at some point it stopped being entirely his fault and that it shifted to you as well. Was it a week after you found out? A month? 3 months? 6 months? A year? Did it even matter anymore? You knew you had to stop this. You had to break it off with Akaashi. His unfaithfulness hurt you in a way that you couldn’t possibly imagine. You couldn’t keep living with the fact that he’d come home into your arms, holding you in the same way that he had just held somebody else. Somebody not you. Somebody who wasn’t his girlfriend. Geez, just how many times were you going to repeat that to yourself? You’d lost count on how many speeches and psych up’s that frequented your mind. 

This will be the last time. 

A silent promise to yourself, that this would be the end. That you’d finally pick yourself up, and gain some self confidence to just rip off that bandaid. No matter how much you loved him, no matter how long you had loved him, you had to do this for your sake. With a firm nod, you braced yourself, ready to finally free yourself from the love that was Akaashi Keiji. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

It had been a few hours since your breakdown in the bathroom happened. You were anticipating Akaashi’s arrival for the past hour or so. You knew exactly why he was late, it didn’t take a genius to know that he was with her. You wished that just for tonight, he wouldn’t. The suspense was suffocating. You just wanted to get this over and done with.

Not even the soft material of the pillows on the lounge you sat on calmed you. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through the plush texture, hoping to quell the dread and unease steadily rising with each passing moment that Akaashi didn’t enter through the front door. After what felt like forever, you finally heard his car coming into the driveway, the headlights peeking through the blinds. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. It did little to slow your racing heartbeat. You got up to greet him when the jingle of his keys echoed through the silent space that was ‘your home’, as he had put it the first time you entered into the building. Thats all it was to you now. A mix of brick and cement that no longer held the warmth that it once had, or perhaps it still did. Maybe that radiating glow just wasn’t for you anymore. 

“Keiji..”

“Hello my love” he was quick, or you were just too slow. Either way, his arms had found their way around you, pulling you close into his body. You couldn’t deny that your own craved his, fitting just a little too well, like jigsaw puzzle pieces. At one point it was relieving. At one point it would have brought you immense comfort. 

At one point it would have felt right. 

However at this moment in time, it didn’t. Maybe for a split second, you could’ve deluded yourself into thinking he was only yours, and you were only his. That sense of peace was gone in an instant when you smelt the pungent perfume of her on him. It clung to him desperately, and would soon dissipate throughout the house. The sickly sweet floral smell invading whatever little nook and cranny it could. Pushing out the fresh air.

Pushing out you.

It just further pressed the need to end things with him. Neither of you were happy in your relationship now.

For your sake and for his, you needed to do this quickly. 

You pulled away from him, hands on his chest. You had to force yourself to look at his face. It was time, you needed that bandaid off now. But when you searched his profile, you couldn’t see any other emotion but pure admiration.

Pure love.

Your breath hitched. Though it was when his hands made their way up to cup your cheeks that your body lost all rationality. Your heart now pumping quickly and loudly for a completely different reason. He slowly leaned in close and you instinctively closed your eyes. Soon enough, his lips were against yours. Soft you thought to yourself, but you could taste it. The underlying taste of something sweet. It was artificial, and definitely not Akaashi. 

God it hurt. It hurt, unbelievably so. 

His hands moved down and rested on your hips, fingers digging in ever so slightly. You both parted from each other, and this time, you decided to look into his eyes.

Gunmetal Blue.

It perfectly matched his beautiful face, and you knew you could get lost just staring into them. It honestly wasn’t fair how easily everything about him could just draw you in.

But you hated how he looked at you now. Like you held the stars in his sky. Like you were the most important person to him. It could almost make you sick, the gaze he had on you. How could he look at you like this? How could he touch you like that? How could he kiss you with such furore when he was just with somebody else, doing the exact same things that he was doing to you?

It just hurt. You never even got a chance to voice your thoughts on his infidelity, on the other woman, on anything. Because soon enough you found yourself led into the bedroom. Had he made love with that woman on the very bed you shared with him? There’s no way you could fool yourself into thinking that that space was sacred anymore. The sheets, the pillows, the mattress. All of it had been tainted. Much like everything else on this house. Contaminated with her touch when you were away and he had to stay home. Everywhere. Every surface, every room, hell every inch just had a lingering scent of her. 

Disgusting. Filthy. Soiled.

All those thoughts were washed away when Akaashi pulled you into the bed. Clothes now discarded haphazardly on the floor, easily forgotten. He gently brushed stray hairs away from your face and just observed you for a moment. He watched you with a smile, and you could reminisce back on your high school days. How was it that Akaashi Keiji, the sweet, shy and most amazing guy was doing something so horrible behind your back? You couldn’t understand. He was such a gentleman, so respectful and kind. So how? How could he do it so easily. 

He pulled you in, lips connecting once again. You knew it was wrong. To fall back into him would just lead you back into the spiral of pain and heartbreak. And yet, here you were, doing that exact thing. 

Because when he looked at you in that regard, when he touched you in the way that set your body ablaze, when he kissed you with such emotion and love, you could pretend that, just for a short period of time, that it was all just for you and only you. You could forget about the other woman. Could forget about all the thoughts of all the things he’d do with her. Forget the marks that he left on her, the same way he did you. 

You’d think of the consequences later, like you always did, because during these moments was when your heart didn’t ache so much, and you didn’t need to be left with your own intrusive thoughts. Here, like this, right now, you could just be two people together. Pretend that he did love you unconditionally.

Pretend that everything was okay. 

You knew tomorrow you’d regret it. Wake up in his arms and sob about how much of a coward you were to walk away. 

This will be the last time.

How many times had you repeated that phrase only to continue this toxic cycle? It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. You hated Akaashi, but you hated yourself more, because you knew that you’d always lose yourself to him. Like a puppet master with the strings, you were pushed and pulled to his desire. 

You now lay in bed, with the covers over you both, and his hand rubbing a soothing trail up and down your arm. You wondered if this would’ve been a good time to do it. To cut your loses and go.

But..

Akaashi scooted over towards you, his hand now finding its way behind your head. His own now angled to press a delicate kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes, willing the tears to not show. 

“I love you”

..you could never do it.

With a small, sad smile (hoping that the darkness of the night shielded the pain from him), you whispered the words that contradicted everything you had been feeling.

“I love you too”

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. You knew tomorrow you’d go through the same process. You knew you’d feel the same anger, frustration and ache. Knew that you’d put on one of his shirts or hoodies on for any sense of comfort. Knew that you’d cry and get lost in your thoughts. Knew that you’d swear that this was the last time this would ever happen. 

And deep down, you knew that you’d never really do it, because you’d fall right back into loving Akaashi Keiji again, just like all those times before.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

10 Fandoms 10 Characters 10 Tags

I was tagged by my fellow Will Poulter simp, @spacetalbot

Thank you so much! I love these little tags :) also I’m gonna be cheating bc I am bad at picking just one

The Maze Runner - Gally (and Alby and Minho)

Attack on Titan - Papi Porco Galliard (also Mikasa)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Inumaki Toge (ok but everyone in that show is hot)

Haikyuu!! - Kuroo Tetsuro and Oikawa Toru (they’re tied)

Into the Spiderverse - Aaron Davis

Bella Sara - Jewel, Shamal, Coral, Brine... Mistral... Amia... Fiona... Farah... (the list goes on, truly, I will never stop wanting pretty magic horses to come take me out of this miserable ass economy and back to their magical land that doesn’t rely on capitalism and is ruled by another magical horsey)

The Hunger Games - Rue and Thresh (I love them and will kill for them they deserved so much better

The Divergent Series - Uriah Pedrad

MCU - Erik Killmonger

Dead by Daylight - Yui Kimura (YUI MAINS RISE UP)

I told ya’ll I was gonna be a dirty cheater and this shit lookin filthy LMAO. Fun fact, my older brother’s gf’s surname is Kimura! Anywho this was fun and it made me realize that I only can pick favorites after my hyperfixations die down, heehee

No pressure tags: @lucypcvensie @lovesmilesmorales @quiveringdeer @jihannieart @bigfatpickle333 @pr1ncessm00n @rae-gar-targaryen and anybody else who would want to join! <3 *cries in I’m not good at making Tumblr besties*