#i start gagging and i start to curl up like ITS BAD I HAVE SUCH A STRONG REACTION TO IT

[sereia4skz]

hi hi!! can i request a continuation of the hurt in sanctuary for dryad!hyunjin with f!reader? i would love it if it can be a oneshot and if you can include smut as well, if thats okay with you.

you really have a way with words and the last part where the reader doesnt flinch but doesnt lean in to his touch is SO IAHSHSNSKSJJSJS IT GAGGED ME HONESTLY LIKE it makes me wonder how someone who keep disappearing or running away would fix their bad habits, but i guess him returning to find the reader is the first step. i would love to see how the story would unfold 👀

2k Followers Event | silence and thorns

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: how does one convince their love the forest isnt scary after all but abandoning them there?

warnings: dryad!hyunjin, smut, comfort, reader is lowkey traumatized

event masterlist: #2kShootingStars

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AN: i kinda continued straight from what happened in the other one? like i didn't have much else to say about their fight: hurt in the sanctuary | ot8 headcanons

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The silence stretches between you like a wilted vine.

You sit on the edge of the glade, where the grass still remembers your warmth from before. The twisted tree looms behind you, gnarled and shadowed, its roots cradling your curled form not long ago, when your breath came shallow and your voice failed you. You haven’t come back to the Sanctuary lodge yet. Your body moves, eats, rests. But your heart is still somewhere else. Still cold, out of it.

You avoid the forest like the plague, it doesn’t feel the same.

It used to be wonder. A place of humming roots and golden canopies, where birds chattered like gossiping neighbors and leaves danced in reply to your laughter. But now, it's too quiet. The shadows feel longer. The moss is damp in a way that makes your skin crawl, like it remembers you curled up and shivering.

You don't go past the edge of the glade anymore. Even the wind brushing your shoulder makes you flinch. Even the low whistle of the trees feels too much like his voice, distant and drifting away.

You still do your work. Pack Jeongin's lunch, drop off Seungmin's supplies. But when someone asks you to check on the southern grove, you freeze. Your breath catches. You shake your head.

“I…I’m not going in,” you murmur, more to yourself than anyone else.

The forest used to be a friend. Now it’s a maze you barely escaped. Even the other residents notice. Changbin offers to accompany you on your rounds. Seungmin starts asking questions he never asked before: Did you sleep? Did you eat? Are you alright out there? You lie through all of it.

You sleep with the windows shut now. You don’t go near the willow grove. And it’s stupid, maybe, to feel like this when you know he didn’t mean to leave you behind… 

What hurts most is the betrayal. You would’ve walked into any storm for him. And he let you.

So when you see the first offering, wildflowers on your doorstep, a honeysuckle crown trembling on your porch rail, you hesitate. You just stare at it, heart in your throat, not ready yet to decide if it’s comfort or a snare.

Hyunjin lingers at the edges of your space. Not quite approaching, never quite leaving. He doesn’t speak. But nature does on his behalf, petals on your windowsill, fireflies hovering like hope.

You’re tired of being angry. You’re tired of being hurt. But he broke something when he left you behind, and you’re not sure how to stitch it back together without reopening every ache.

It’s late when he comes again, barefoot, haloed in moonlight, bark dust clinging to his arms like bruises. His hair falls in soft waves, threaded with fallen blossoms. He stops a few feet from you, the grass beneath him stilling.

“I miss you,” he says, quiet.

You don’t move.

“I thought… if I kept moving, I wouldn’t have to feel so heavy. But I forgot you always follow. That you would follow.” His voice trembles like wind through brittle branches.

You turn, slow and cautious. “And if I didn’t?”

His lips part. No sound comes.

“You didn’t check, Hyunjin,” you say. “You left me in the fog like I was nothing. I would’ve waited if you told me to. I would’ve…” your voice catches, tight in your chest, “if you asked me to stay away, I would’ve. But you didn’t say anything. You just… vanished.”

His breath stutters. He steps forward, then kneels in front of you, like a sapling bowing toward light.

“I’m sorry.” He presses his forehead to your knee. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lose you.”

You slide your fingers into his hair, petals catching between your knuckles. “I don’t want to be the only one reaching.”

“I’ll reach,” he breathes. “I promise. I’ll root myself here if it means I don’t lose you again.”

You tilt his face up. His eyes shimmer, not with tears, dryads don’t cry but with the sheen of morning dew, with the ache of change. You lean in, and your mouth brushes his softly, like the first breath of spring.

It deepens quickly. His hands tremble on your waist. Your fingers press into his shoulders, grounding him, pulling him back to you fully. He rises to stand, lifting you with him, your legs around his waist before you realize what’s happening.

The forest hushes. The air holds its breath.

He walks you deeper into the grove, cradling you like something sacred. He lays you down in a nest of soft moss and scattered petals, the moon filtering through the trees above.

“Let me show you,” he whispers, crawling over you, reverent. “Let me prove I’m still yours. If you’ll have me.”

You nod, breathless.

He undresses you slowly, not like he’s undressing a body but like he’s unveiling something holy. His hands are warm and shaking. His mouth presses to every inch of skin he exposes, shoulder, collarbone, the dip of your stomach, each kiss an apology and a vow.

You feel the vines slide up your legs spreading them so he can slot himself near you. The leaves tickle and it take everything not to retreat into yourself. He's careful… more so tan you've every seen him, rough fingers running over your heat. 

When he slides inside you, it feels like the forest exhales. Like everything uncoils. His movements are slow, like the sway of ancient trees, his body curving to meet yours, his breath caught between moans and murmurs of your name.

“You ground me,” he says, lips brushing your throat. “You pull me back when I wander too far.”

Your hands thread through his hair, tugging gently. “Then don’t wander. Stay.”

He groans, low, desperate, and presses deeper, his hips rocking against yours in a rhythm older than language. His forehead presses to yours. Your back should ache from the ground but you can feel damp moss grow under you. 

“I love you,” he whispers. “I didn’t know it until I almost lost you. But I do. I love you.”

You kiss him then, hard and sweet, your legs tightening around him. His hips stutter as his hand slides to intertwine with yours, gripping it like a life line as you come, it crashes through you like thunder through branches. He follows, gasping into your mouth, fingers dug into you like roots clinging to soil.

He stays on top of you, breathing hard. Then he rolls gently to the side, pulling you into his arms, your body pressed to his chest.

The forest rustles. Petals fall around you like rain.

You rest there, waiting to see if he'll fade into the trees again.

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[violetseaslug]

Se-mi nsfw headcannons !!

tw: degradation, rough kinks, dacryphilia, and i think thats all that's worth mentioning but lmk if i missed anything :P

a/n: my first time writing anything nsfw😭 my reqs r open tho!! i love my wife, mei (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) but its getting late for her and i dont want her to go to sleep </3

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-she knows you have a thing for her voice, and she uses that to her advantage

"Oh? my voice is getting your pretty pussy all wet? I didn't know it had you that desperate, baby"

-shes really confident during sex and it turns you on more than anything

-got a tongue piercing js for you <3

-her fav part abt your body is your thighs, she loves when they close around her head as her tongue flicks over your clit, and she loves when you rest them on her shoulders

-forces your mouth open and spits into it before fucking you harder than before

-brat tamer, she loves hearing you beg to cum and she loves it when you get so desperate tears begin to fall because youre so overstimulated

"Aw, is your pussy overwhelmed? I can feel her clenching around my fingers everytime I curl them, is it too much baby?"

-leaves you unsatisfied for days on end, she'll eat you out and fuck you until you see stars but she wont let you cum that night

-oral fixation, loves watching you suck on her fingers. loves putting them down your throat and hearing u gag on them

-extremely touchy, even in public. she doesn't care about risks.

-rlly into overstimulation, makes you cum multiple times in a row in the same night if shes not edging you

-degrading. like alot of it.

"if you're gonna start begging for me to let you cum only 30 minutes in, maybe you shouldn't have tested me the way you did but lazy sluts like you don't listen, do they?"

-she'd never confess this secret to you but she wants to film you taking her strap one day

-anywhere anytime, you've fucked on almost every surface of your apartment

-loves mirror sex

-shes into bondage. typing you up, blindfolding you and all that stuff

-lowkey has a mommy kink but plays it off as just a joke </3

Aftercare:

-always has a sweet treat of some kind waiting for you in the kitchen when you're all cleaned up

-carries you to the bathroom so she can wipe the sweat of your forehead and help you clean up

-kisses your forehead as she tells you how pretty you look

"you did so well, my beautiful girl. You're so perfect"

-once you're done showering, she'll do your skincare routine for you !!

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another a/n: the writers block got so bad i wrote nsfw guys </3 but i hope u enjoyed!!!!! have a good day/night :P

[frudoo]

Somehow managing to tie Ghost to a chair, you just wanna play with your Lt's dick. Too bad(?) for you, he's good at breaking ropes.

I would love to be utterly wrecked by him

Warnings: Ghost is sick of your shit. SMUT, slight degradation, unprotected PIV, fem!reader. Overuse of italics lmao. MDNI.

It wasn’t easy, getting the Ghost to submit to you. It took months of breaking him down, getting him to trust you, to love you the way you love him. But now, with his wrists bound behind the chair he’s sitting on with those darkened brown eyes glaring at you through the mask, you can genuinely say it was worth it. Absolutely, most definitely worth it to see this huge man trembling beneath your gentle touch, whining when you refuse to give him attention where he needs you most. 

     “Fuckin’ ‘ell, love, just fuck me already,” he grits his teeth when you run your the tip of your tongue along the dimple between his bare pectorals, purposefully avoiding his puffy nipples. “I can’t feel m’arms.”

     “Do I need to gag you, Lieutenant?” You raise an eyebrow, dragging your tongue down his tensing stomach, dipping it into his navel to hear him gasp ever-so-slightly. 

     Ghost huffs in annoyance, bucking his hips up against your palm as you press it against the bulge in his jeans. He’s twitching, throbbing into your touch, precum already leaking through the layers of fabric. You’ve been teasing him for the better half of an hour, ignoring his pleas, but his entire neck and face has now turned a bright, vibrant red. It would be cruel not to give him some kind of relief at this point. 

     “You want me to let you out, baby? Hmm?” You coo, a faux sympathetic pout curling your bottom lip downward as you allow your fingertips to slip past the waistband of his boxers.

     If he was a dog, his ears would have perked up at your words. His broad chest starts heaving as he nods frantically, trying his hardest to hold back his desperate whimpers. 

     “Stop fuckin’ teasin’ me,” Ghost hisses, fists clenching behind his back when you remove your hand from his body altogether.

     “Mmm, not very nice, Lieutenant,” you tut mockingly, crossing your arms beneath your naked tits to push them together, showing off the cleavage he’s aching to lick. “Say please.”

     His jaw tenses, but he’s not one to turn down a direct order. 

     “Please.”

     “That’s more like it,” you grin, pressing a chaste kiss to the chin of his balaclava while your nimble fingers work to unbuckle his jeans. 

     Finally free from its suffocating confines, his heavy cock bobs wildly as he lifts his hips to aid you in pulling off the rest of his clothing. His tip is so irritated it’s nearly purple, and you almost feel bad. Almost. You shimmy closer to him between his spread legs, taking his fat dick in one hand and resting the other on his muscular thigh. You run your teeth along the length of it before wrapping your lips around his entire girth and bobbing your head rapidly.

     “Fuuuck,” Ghost groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he throws his head back. 

     You hum around his sensitive cock, hollowing your cheeks to give him better suction. His legs are already trembling, sweat dripping down the entirety of his wide body as he bucks his hips up, trying to push himself deeper into your tight throat. You work him up until he’s right at that blissful edge, but before he reaches his peak, you pull your mouth off of him with a wet pop. A furious sob escapes Ghost’s throat and this time, you really do feel bad. 

     The remorse doesn’t last for long, though. You barely have time to scramble out from between his legs before he’s breaking free of his restraints and standing at his full height to tower over your frozen figure. He cracks his neck as the ripped rope slips down his bulging forearms and falls to the ground. He approaches quickly but silently, grabbing your waist and manhandling you onto all fours. 

     “Little fuckin’ minx,” He rasps, positioning himself behind you and running his cock through your already slick folds. “Think it’s fun teasin’ me like tha’? Huh? Struttin’ around with nothin’ on, shovin’ your tits in my face while m’all tied up an’ can’t touch you.” 

     He smacks the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, snickering at the way you yelp and push your ass further back, enticing him. He clicks his tongue, holding your hips still. 

     “Greedy, greedy,” Ghost teases, giving each of your asscheeks a sharp slap. “Why should I give it t’you, hm? Think y’deserve this cock after torturin’ me?”

     “Please,” you whine, “Ghost, please, I’m sor- ah!”

     Your plea is cut off when he feeds his entire length into your drooling pussy, stretching you out painfully but filling you up so, so full. It’s too much and yet not enough, the way he lets his tip hit the plug of your cervix before pulling out until you’re empty. He repeats this a few more times, spanking you in between each pump. 

     “Aw, wha’s wrong, baby? Need me t’fuck you?” 

     Pitiful babbles of yes, yes, yes spill from your lips, and finally, Ghost pushes inside and stays there, pulsing in sync with the clenching of your needy walls. 

     “Say please.”

     Fuck, you’re in for it now.

[lze325]

Thats One Way To Confess

changbin x fem! reader

genre: non-idol/college au, friends to lovers

warnings: mdni, language, talk/joking about sex, kinda explicit texts messages, jokes about death, reader and changbin are stupid (let me know if i need any more)

summary: what happens when you accidentally send the messages meant for your friend to the person they were about?

basic info: you live with hyunjin, seungmin, and felix. changbin lives with han and chan. you all decided to get drunk to celebrate the end of midterms but while drunk you tried texting hyunjin about how good changbin looks but clicked on the wrong contact.

a/n: im bad at summaries, also first post! not proofread please let me know if there are mistakes

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“what have i done?” i repeat over and over to myself as i stare at the messages i sent last night. i practically throw my blankets off myself grabbing the first pieces of clothing i find before making my way to the living room.

“HYUNJIN” i yell as soon as i see him sitting on the couch. he jumps at the sound of my voice opening his mouth to respond but before he can i grab him and pull him back to my room.

“what’s this about?” he asks his voice laced with curiosity. “did i do something?”

“no i did” i pause trying to find words “i- its better if i show you,” i grab my phone pulling up the messages i sent last night.

“i decided to text you last night about changbin because you remember how good he looked at dinner and i think the liquor loosened my lips a little too much.”

he gives me a look of pure confusion “i didn’t get those messages?”

“yeah no shit, i clicked the wrong contact.”

he does a double take glancing back at the contact, “YOU SENT CHANGBIN THE PORNO TEXTS?”

“shut up,” i slap his arm hoping seungmin and felix didn’t hear that.

“sorry sorry, but like what are you gonna do about this?” hyunjin questions rubbing the part of his arm i slapped.

“die probably, i mean its not like i can just talk to him about it he’s my best friend and i probably just ruined everything.”

“you definitely didn’t ruin everything,” hyunjin reaches out as if to comfort me but decides against it last minute because it probably won’t help much.

“he’s gonna think i’m weird and gross and never want to talk to me again” i say while pacing around the room, “i’m just going to curl up and die.”

my phone pings with a text as i glance down at the illuminated screen.

“fuck me,” i say throwing my phone on my bed before falling on it. “my life is over.”

hyunjin grabs my arm pulling me up so i’m sitting on the edge of the bed as he tries to stop me from spiraling “just talk to him and explain the situation i’m sure he’ll understand.”

“you’re too hopeful,” i add before laying back down covering my face with my hands.

“are you gonna text him back?”

“i don’t think i can handle that rejection right now so no i’m not.”

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“have either of you seen my phone?” changbin asks sitting down at the table and pulling out his laptop.

han looks over at him, “yeah i grabbed it, you left it in my car last night,” he says tossing changbin’s phone over to him.

“thanks-“ he starts but as he flips his phone over to look at the screen he notices the messages from last night.

chan notices the look on changbin’s face as his brows furrow. “what is it?”

“y/n texted me last night.” he responds the confusion present on his face.

“she texts you all the time, what’s new?” han rolls his eyes “you can barely sit through a class without texting each other, it’s honestly sickening.” he fake gags as if to express his words even more.

“knock it off hannie, she admitted she has feelings for me… over text… while drunk” changbin breathes out still in disbelief.

“you didn’t know?” chan’s glance shoots up from his laptop.

changbin whips his head around very close to giving himself whiplash, “what are you talking about?”

“YOU ACTUALLY DIDNT KNOW?” this time it’s han questioning. “have you not seen the way she looks at you, how she constantly wants to be close to you, the fact that she hates physical touch but she constantly initiates it with you. she’s down bad.”

“you think she meant it?” changbin asks, the project they were working on long forgotten.

han sighs pushing his notebook away as he leans onto the table in front of him, “a wise person once said drunk words are sober thoughts and she was drunk out her mind. i mean you saw her last night she literally fell asleep at the table and made jeongin carry her to the car.”

chan try’s to ease changbin’s mind slightly, “she did think she was texting hyunjin and acted like they talk about it all the time. why would she do that if she didn’t actually feel that way.” he adds trying to ease my mind.

“i don’t even know what to say.” changbin looks back at the messages trying to decide what to do.

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a few hours later

i ignore his messages because i don’t want to make more of a fool of myself. i lay in my bed wondering if i should just transfer to a different school to avoid the embarrassment.

hyunjin left a while ago to go to class he tried to take me with but i refused since i knew changbin would be there.

i knew i would have to eventually face him but for the time being sulking and feeling bad for myself felt like the best idea.

that was until there was a knock on the door.

“who is it?” i yell over not really wanting to get up.

“y/n open the door.”

no that voice, i could recognize that voice anywhere, “please go away changbin, i don’t want to do this right now.”

“y/nnie please open the door,” his voice sounds almost upset.

reluctantly i stand up from the bed and move to unlock my bedroom door, “i know you’re here to make fun of me or tell me i’m weird or disgusting or both. i’m sorry i sent those messages they weren’t meant for you and i shouldn’t have been saying things like that no matter what. i didn’t want to mess up our friendship but i can understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore.” i ramble a light red hue paints my cheeks from embarrassment as i refuse to look him in the eye.

“what are you talking about? you think i’m going to stop talking to you because you admitted you have feelings for me?” he asks appalled that i would even think that.

“well i mean i know you don’t have feelings for me so i understand if you find it weird.”

“don’t tell me how i feel,” my eyes finally meet his as he says this my brows furrowing slightly.

“how do you feel?”

“i’ve been in love with you since that day you sat down in chemisty 101. the day you forgot to bring a notebook because it was your first class. you were too scared to ask anyone for something to write on so you sat and just listened to professor kim instead. when i finally noticed you weren’t writing anything i offered you my notes so you wouldn’t fall behind.” he pauses taking a breath as he glances over my face landing on my lips a second too long.

he continues, “i’ve been waiting for you to say you felt the same way because i was too nervous to tell you how i felt.”

a moment passes and i don’t respond, “please say something.”

instead of using words i grab his shirt pulling him closer to me as i kiss him. hoping to express my feelings that way. since i don’t think words are enough to explain the way i feel for him.

after a moment i pull away breathless, “you actually meant it? you feel the same way?”

“of course i do, and i’ll keep telling you until you believe it.” changbin shakes his head smiling over at me.

he laughs slightly before saying, “now about that chokehold.”

“oh god,” i cover his mouth with my hand.

this is gonna be a long night.

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a/n: sorry for the rushed ending. but omg i finally finished this, if you’re still here thank you for reading it means a lot. love you all

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission

[fixated-cookies]

HI IM THE ANON THAT SUBMITTED THE MOST RECENT NON CON SMC THING. (the one where he ties you up and loves your tears..)

please i loved that. It was awesome. Your a great writer. I've had so many dark thoughts like that with shadow milk... aaaaaaaaaaaaa and finally I was able to yap about it. I have so many more. Here’s a tame one for now i wanna suck him off SO BAD. Not really that dark just horny but my god do I wanna choke on him so bad...

ohhh hear me out ok. He’d enjoy that pathetic look your face too. You were the one who offered to suck him off. And now your looking pathetic and whimpering more then he is when he’s the one getting pleasure?? Shadow Milk WILL take advantage of that. Telling you to do more rough sucking which you can’t do because you’ll choke on him. But he finds a way to make you do so anyways so while your choking on his cock he’s laughing patting your head calling you a dirty girl.. then he face fucks you then fucks you dumb. And then your ruined perfect way to end the night

You’ve earned a new anon I am gonna be 🎀 anon. You are awesome fixated-cookies here’s a cupcake.

OH MY GOSHHH IM FINALLY FEELING BETTER YA'LL

MDNI

BUT WAITTT!! I bet your wondering how it came to this point in the first place right? weeelll, I got some ideas, maybe you start by bringing him tea with a too-tight grip and flushed cheeks, perhaps fiddling with the hem of your clothes all nervous. Your voice trembles, "U-um… can I… c-can I…"

And that’s all he needs. His lips curl into that sharp, knowing grin, and he leans forward like a cat playing with its prey:

"Can you what, little puppet? Speak up." you can’t. you physically cannot. You're fidgeting, hands clutched in your lap, thighs squeezing together as you tries to find any way to express what you wants. Maybe you mumble;

"I… I wanna… use my mouth…" And he chokes on his laugh.

"Oh~? Your mouth? How sweet. I do love your mouth. What exactly were you planning to do with it, hmm? Sing me a song? Tell me bedtime stories? Or…" He spreads his legs a little wider, tilting his head down at her. "...were you thinking of being a good little doll and making yourself useful?" —and that’s when he grabs her chin, gently but firm, and makes her look him in the eye.

"Say it. Say what you want." And maybe—barely above a whisper—"I… I wanna suck you off…"And then? He grins.Big. Wide. Wicked.

"Well well well… The little puppet finally learns to beg." "Get on your knees."

Shadow Milk Cookie would absolutely go feral the second you offer to suck him off. He’s already smug, already dramatic, already in love with your helpless little expressions—so when you get down on your knees all shy and submissive, trying to look like you’re in control of the situation? "Oh~? How generous~ My little puppet wants to entertain me tonight? Well, then... go on."

He’ll lean back, legs spread just enough to let you crawl between them like the pathetic little thing you are. You start off slow, careful, tender—and he lets you. For a moment. Just to watch you try. But the second you whimper around him? When your eyes get watery, your jaw starts to ache, and you can’t keep from moaning because you’re so desperate to please him?

"Aww, look at you. Crying already? I'm the one getting sucked off, and you're the one falling apart—isn't that backwards?"

And then he takes over. Fist in your hair. Cock shoved down your throat. He rocks his hips while you're gagging and squirming, gripping his thighs for support. Your nose is buried in his scent, your throat stretching around him, and he laughs. "That's it, choke on it, sweet thing~ Use that pretty mouth for something worthwhile." He'll groan out while listening to your relentless gags. "You offered, remember? So don't act surprised when I fuck your face like I mean it."

And when he finishes? Not down your throat. No, no—he pulls out to paint your tongue, your lips, your flushed cheeks. Humiliate. Possess. Ruin.

"Mmm, such a mess for a little gesture of kindness. What should I do with you now, my puppet?" You pull away from the mess. "Oh, don’t pout. We’re far from finished."

And then? He bends you over the nearest surface and fucks you dumb. Your mouth still wet and sticky, your eyes glassy, your thighs quivering. He thrusts deep, relentless, until your whole body shakes—until your mind is empty and the only sound you make is a broken little cry of his name.

"Perfect. You're so perfect when you're ruined, let’s make a habit of this, shall we?"

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:DDDD I sure do love a man who scream and cries when getting pegged to be such a mean dom, the duality of man

[kenyummy]

LOOKING OUT FOR YOU ꒰⚘݄꒱ KARASU TABITO

SYNOPSIS : karasu tabito has always looked out for you. when you meet his best friend, otoya, that fact still does not change.

You have known Karasu Tabito since you have been in diapers.

It's always been a known fact. Your mothers met each other at the hospital, became friends, and eventually, you two met. That fateful day, you met Karasu Tabito and your life has never been void of him since.

At age three, you two went out to a waterpark and that was the first time he kissed you.

(It wasn't really a kiss—you accidentally fell on top of him after sliding down a waterslide, he promised he'd catch you, and he did—his mouth just happened to land on yours). You were so disgusted you started to cry—he gagged and ran away.

At age five and a half, you both had your first sleepover. He had a big scary dog that was almost as big as you were and scared you half to death. You were so terrified of the thing you refused to let go of the bottom of his stupid purple Megatron shirt.

You spent the entire night sleeping by his side, and he never once softened his grip on you—it was the only thing that lulled you to sleep. Your mom still had photos of you clinging onto him like it was life or death.

At age twelve, you two entered middle school together. You've never spent a day without him—so it was quite strange when you were forced to enter a strange, new class—and even weirder when your female classmates gave you both googly eyes and always giggled whenever you were around. You never really understood what they meant by this—and to this day, you still don't.

You and Karasu Tabito have known each other since you two were able to walk, and because of this fact, you've never once noticed the way he looks at you.

The soft stares, small smiles (not those stupid, cocky smirks that he holds when he's out on the field—but rather, a grin that curls up on his lips and makes his cheeks grow pink), and the thoughtful, almost unnoticeable actions he takes only for you.

You've never seen it—not now, not never, is what he's hoping. If there is one thing Karasu Tabito shall never do, is tell you what he's done. He'll wait, maybe for a day he will see you stare at him with just as much fondness, or when your touch will linger on his upper arm for a minute too long.

He's always been good at analyzing people—and when he's known you for so long, you've surely become no exception. It was a habit you hated so much, but one he never seemed to be able to get rid of—only able to hide, for the sake of your wellbeing. He's grown soft, he thinks, every single night after he's lying alone in his bed and staring blankly up at the ceiling. He has grown soft for you, his best friend since childhood. But that isn't so much of a bad thing, he thinks again.

He doesn't mind all that much. 

The crow, once wild and rowdy, is content with the preening it receives from its owner—and learns to love its life trapped inside the golden cage. He will wait, patiently, for the day you would fall for him—at least, that is what he was originally planning to do.

At age eighteen, he introduced you to his best friend, Otoya Eita. A notorious football player, playboy, and womanizer. There is a good reason Karasu had waited so long to introduce his two closest friends together, and that is because Otoya had quite a history with all of Karasu's female friends. 

He's told him to quit it, to stop—but it's never been as serious as it is now.

"Seriously man, don't with her." Karasu sits beside his friend with narrowed eyes and a frown. Otoya's expression is nonchalant as ever, except with a singular brow raised in question.

"What's got you so pissed? I didn't even say anything."

"I know you. Don't, dude. She's different, okay? I don't care about whatever happened with the others, but you seriously need to lay off."

Otoya raises his hands in mock defence, half-lidded eyes widening ever-so-slightly. "Alright. Promise. I won't do anything."

Karasu raises a brow, staring at his whistling buddy from the corner of his eye—he couldn't help but doubt him. Still, he was his closest friend from Blue Lock, and he should do well to trust that said friend—even if Karasu Tabito should know better.

He really should've known better.

As soon as Otoya caught sight of you—he slid next to you, ever so casually—with his phone stuck out and a small smile playing on his lips—asking for your number. You were shocked, of course, and Tabito had no shortage of criticism regarding his green-striped friend to speak to you—still, he was pretty cute, and pretty charming, with that grin.

So, despite your better judgement, and to Karasu's horror—you momentarily forget his words and nod—still in shocked silence—and pass him your phone. 

Karasu doesn't think he's ever seen Otoya that happy. Still, you don't look uncomfortable—even with that gross, stupid man pressed right to your side—so Karasu holds his tongue and simply chews down, hard, on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cursing his friend out.

The crow introduces the both of you together, and it does not take long at all before, he, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from you two, becomes the so-called third wheel.

Karasu Tabito could only stare in silence as you and Otoya, surprisingly, held a decent conversation.

Tabito nearly socked Eita in the face when he slid his arm around you and winked—a cheesy, stupid action that could make even the most romantic author gag in horror.

Even so, you smile—and Tabito's heart drops to his stomach.

Karasu had mostly forgotten about this moment for a good week—choosing to just enjoy your presence after that. However, after that week of peace, he was rudely reminded just how persistent Otoya could be with girls.

"Otoya... is a nice guy." You point at your phone, showing it to your best friend with a smile. Your cheeks are flushed pink as you type back a response to his message—but it's half-written and unsent when Karasu snatches the device out of your hands.

He's never seen something so disgusting. It's vile. It's horrible. It's so gross.

"What the fuck?" He curses absentmindedly, eyes wide with disgusted shock as he reads over your conversations. At first, it was about Karasu and both your friendships with him—but those conversations soon turned into deeper, personal talks that you'd never shared with anybody but him. 

You try and grab at your device—he pulls that stupid move where he holds it up higher than you can reach—you practically fall into his arms trying to grab the phone, "Tabito!! Give it back!!"

"Are you serious?" He looks down at you with furrowed brows and lips pulled taut downwards. He steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed sharply. "I told you not to fall for this. Didn't I tell you about what he does to girls? I told you not to talk to him!"

Before this, you've never gotten truly angry at him. Sure, you'd fight—but not even an hour later, either one of you would come back and apologise for whatever petty thing had transpired in the fight. That was just how your friendship was, and he never thought it would change.

Not until now, that is.

You look up at him with a deep frown and an angry stare—not the kittenish one that makes him laugh and ruffle your hair, but a different type of stare—where you are trying to dig knives into his skull and he thinks all the breath has been stolen from his lungs, "Why do you always do this? You always act like this whenever I try and talk to a guy—but this time, you're really acting like a fool! He's your friend, shouldn't you approve more than the past, oh I don't know, seven?!"

His wide-eyed shock is an opening for you to grab your phone back—so you do, and take a good few steps back.

I'm just... trying to look out for you... However, his thoughts go unspoken in his stupor.

Your voice is quieter now—arms folded underneath your chest and clearly avoiding his gaze, "I think you should go... Tabito. I'll talk to you later."

You murmur and walk away—with each step you take, he thinks he hears his heart shatter a little more inside his chest.

He slumps down on his desk with his head in his hands. He doesn't know what to do. He feels so stupid. He hadn't even realised it himself—had he really been so disapproving of all those guys that you'd stopped talking to them completely? And he didn't even know?

He feels more selfish than ever.

He feels sick, actually.

"Hey."

This voice is not one he'd like to hear right now. The source of his problems and pain—Otoya. Karasu groans and doesn't raise his gaze—his chest starts to hurt. "Go away."

He doesn't hear footsteps, so Karasu assumes he does not follow his demand. His thoughts are proven correct when Otoya speaks again, "She told me about whatever happened before."

Karasu clenches his jaw hard to stop himself from speaking. He feels like even more of a piece of shit. He just had to bring it up, didn't he? If he didn't introduce you two, this wouldn't have even happened, anyway. Maybe he should keep his lives separate next time—in whatever life he would live next.

"I know she's your friend and all, and you're super worried about her because of that—but I promise I won't do anything."

Those words make Karasu lift his gaze—tired eyes from the lack of sleep he got last night make his despair abundantly obvious. Still, Otoya's nonchalant expression that he always has plastered on his face does not budge an inch. "I promise you before, too. I won't do anything. I swear. I really like her. Like a lot. I swear, I won't hurt her. If I do, you can beat my ass, and I'll take it. So don't be petty like this, okay?"

The words don't soothe the ache in his chest.

Those words he spoke before, just before Otoya had met you—Karasu was worried about this exact scenario happening. But thinking back on it now—was he even worried about you?

He finds himself doubting it. In fact, it feels so much more natural to say that he was worried about himself. That he'd get hurt like this if this happened.

The lack of response from Karasu gives Otoya the answer he was looking for—the last thing he hears as Otoya walks away is an annoyed sigh.

Karasu is, once again, left alone in his room. 

He really wants to collapse and just never wake up. He hates this.

Karasu Tabito really is a selfish man. He wants you all to himself yet never tells you—he truly is the worst man alive.

I... just want you.

That's all. That's all he knows.

His chest aches even more and he thinks his heart may just go beating out of his chest. He grits his teeth, hard, and clenches his fists over his face. 

The crow in the golden cage is afraid to let go—so in such an act of desperation, it grabs onto its owner's arm—clinging and screeching before they can possibly move away.

He is selfish. You're all his heart has ever known—and you are all he wants. He thought he could wait and everything would turn out fine—but now, he sees that he was so, so wrong.

He'd made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to tell you. Otherwise, these feelings would rot away in the back of his mind forever and whatever was left after that—and Karasu would die, simply unfulfilled and empty, lacking the love that is you.

The lingering stares, the small touches a bit too close to be friends, the words whispered into your ears late at night when you come to him in tears—all of that can't be for naught. 

This couldn't all be for nothing.

He has to tell you. It's now, or never. 

He finds himself running down the street in low-hanging pyjama pants and a black tank top—it's cold, really cold on his tanned skin—but he can hardly feel the snow pricking at his skin as his slippers make contact with the damp concrete ground.

He has to tell you.

He has to tell you.

Otherwise—

He looks around frantically for the spare key your parents keep outside your house. Underneath the potted plant. Right.

He effortlessly lifts the giant pot of aloe vera, and cracks open your door, silently—the first thing he hears is the loud blasting of corny Christmas music, and the sound of your voice laughing along to a song sung by the Whoville residents.

He has to tell you.

His breathing picks up, and he runs forward—however, Tabito is stopped in his tracks, by another voice.

It is Otoya.

If this is truly what heartbreak feels like, then Karasu Tabito is not sure why humans even bother to fall in love. Maybe it is a primal, instinctual reaction that has no logical explanation or meaning to look into—it is simply a blessing, or curse, of nature that cannot be stopped or ignored.

Love is an unexplainable thing. 

It makes you feel so many strange things. Foreign, unnatural, and most of all—weird. Love is really, really weird.

It makes you wish to cry, then smile as far as you possible can. It makes your stomach twist with butterflies and makes you have the inexplicable urge to press your lips together with another person. An act of love only shown by humans. An act of love that the crow could never have.

Love makes you selfish, soft, and weak.

But love can also make you giving, tough, and strong.

Love makes Karasu Tabito walk away.

Love makes Karasu Tabito leave you, with the words silent and dead in his mouth.

Even as the cold winter air nips at his nose and he feels like his stomach is trying to collapse in on itself, Karasu Tabito still feels love. This sort of love is so inexplicably strong and all-consuming—a love that he has always felt for you.

The kind of love that will set you free.

Perhaps the crow had dug his talons too deep into its owner—and now, it was left, stuck alone in that golden cage with blood shining on its claws and silent.

Now, it must fly away.

Karasu's always looked out for you—this time, he thinks, maybe, this is the best for both of you.

You looked so happy. You've never looked that happy with him. The thought makes his heart ache and his thoughts jumble up. He stands in the snow—his loose, ungelled hair falls down his neck and snowflakes look like glitter in his deep purple hair.

He really does love you, and that's why he lets you go.

© KENYUMMY 2024

[quellycore]

Thinkkng about being ur rapeslut again…

When you invite me over i know what’s going to happen. I see the way you look at me and how you grab my body knowing I’m too distracted by how wet it’s making me

I’m a fucking perv, too…every time you feed me a shot i look up at you and open my mouth for you to pour it in my mouth. I love giving you control, and when I’m curled up, cuddling you and i see your hard on, i stare at it and it’s fucking obvious

Once i’m dazed enough, you grab my long ish hair. Shoving my face into your crotch, forcing me to nuzzle up against what i know is going to fuck me whether i like it right. I take in a breath, smelling it and my jaw falls open. I want you to shove your dick down my throat like its a fleshlihht

You do it, and i gag, but too fucking bad, i asked for this didn’t i?…. You fuck my face. Letting me gag and choke and cry, unable to fightto back. And when you cum, i gag and force myself to swallow

You call me a good boy, and i stick my tongue out, panting like a dumb fucking dog. You tell me to bark, so i do, you tell me to roll over, onto my back, so i do. I spread my legs. You undress me. So you can get the perfect view of my little tits and soaking wet fucking pussy.

prey animals r so easy nowadays, u dont even have to hunt and chase them, theyll just come right to u, begging to be taken :3

maybe at some point i start missing the feeling of tormenting u, ur way too obedient now, so i deny u. for the first time in what feels like ever i send u back home without even doing anything, no touching, no sexual advances, just making u drunk and wet for nothing.

ur confused, u were so sure that this would go like it always does. but whatever, u think, i probably wasnt in the mood. except it happens again, and again, and again. for 2 weeks straight i leave u denied and wanting more. ur so pent up, god its been so long since ive fucked u, ur so addicted u cant take it anymore. u tried to jerk off but nothing feels the same, nothing feels as good as being my rapeslut everynight. my plans working out as well as i couldve hoped. ur at the breaking point <3

the next time i tell u to come over, u show up so dazed and horny that u can barely walk, uve been fucking urself all day, just trying to get even close to the feeling of me inside u. ur so wet that it stains ur clothes. for the past week uve only been thinking with ur cunt, thinking about how bad u needed my cock in u. u start begging, pleading on ur knees for me to fuck u. i didnt even have to give u a drop of alcohol and ur already undressing and humping my legs like a dog in heat.

so i give u my ultimatum: u either abandon everything and everyone in ur life, move in with me and become my personal drugged up rape-puppy, or i never fuck u ever again, u never get to feel me inside u again, u never get to be called a good dog by me ever again.

for a second i thought u hesitated, but it was just that u god so turned on by that that u came without any help from me. so obviously u say yes, this is what ur pussy wanted ever since that first night i took ur body, u knew i basically owned u, so why not make it official ^_^ u quit ur job the next week and ur things r already at my place by the end of the month. ur new room is a dog crate next to my bed, ull always have a bowl full of alcohol in there, just so ur always dazed and stupid for me. and dont u look so happy! dont u look soooo happy pleasing ur owner, bouncing on my cock so eagerly! u even forgot ur name, it doesnt matter, ur a fucktoy now! toys dont need names silly :3

i treat u so well, it was the best decision uve ever made in ur life. u love being my drunk cumdump rapeslut :3

[tranquilreign]

hi! i dont know if ure accepting request atm, but its something thats been on my mind, so i wanna let it out

how abt tae and reader, who promised each other that they will marry each other at 28 when they were kids, and now they're 28, def single, and im thinking of idiots who dont realize they're feelings with each other even their own feelings until this topic comes out one day, and boom, idk, do ur magic

sorry if this was too specific, and thank u in advance!! sorry for my bad english, i've gone through ur masterlist and its so so good!! hope u have a good day, today, tomorrow, and for more days to come 🫶🏻 love yaa 🤍

when we're twenty-eight | requested oneshot

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pairing; taehyung/reader genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers au! warnings: swearing, self-doubt, slight pining word count: 2.2k synopsis: you and taehyung promised each other that you would get married at twenty-eight if you were still single. well, you're both now twenty-eight and single. the only thing is, you claim you’ve both forgotten, but feelings are still there.

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You had begun to lose hope in your capabilities of the progression of your life when the first couple in your friend group announced their marriage, at the right age of nineteen. And you weren't the only one. You had a large friend group that always planned to go out to karaoke or Korean barbeque.

The friend group had originally started with you and your childhood best friend, Taehyung. It expanded over time due to the friends you made in your separate classes in high school. Even in college, a surprisingly large number of you ended up there, having sadly lost touch with the ones who separated from you.

But now here you were, twenty-eight years old, sitting on the couch at one of your friends' houses, who were celebrating the future arrival of their third baby.

Taehyung sat next to you, bouncing his leg to the beat of the music, arm slung over the back of the couch casually. You were leaning against him, lost in your own thoughts of how you had progressed in life.

"You're doing it again," Taehyung's deep, silk-like voice whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck.

You hummed, not having heard what he said. You absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair, letting it curl and fall through your fingertips.

A sharp poke to your side makes you jump. You turned to glare at your best friend, who held your gaze. His chocolate eyes held mischief, stoic expression forming into a smug look.

"What was that for?" you pouted, rubbing your side.

Taehyung tilted his head, a single eyebrow raised. His dark hair fell over his eyes with his movement, which you casually pushed out of the way with your fingers.

"You weren't listening to me," he responded.

His arm moved from the back of the couch to your shoulder, pulling you in closer. His breathing was steady, and both of you looked at one another in silence. Taehyung moved forward, his nose pressing against your forehead.

"You can't keep comparing your life to our friends."

Taehyung could always read you. He knew everything about you, when you were unhappy or nervous. He was quick to be by your side, comforting you or supporting you with whatever decision was made.

"It's hard not to when everyone is getting married or having their, like twentieth kid," you whined, pulling away from him.

Taehyung hummed at your saddened expression, patting you on the head soothingly. Pulling you back into him, he gave you a tight squeeze, rocking both of you back and forward.

"Ew. Can you two stop being so gross?"

You both turned, looking at Jungkook. He looked at you with distaste, pretending to gag at your cuddling. You shifted out of Taehyung's arms and smacked the younger boy on the back of the head.

"Ow! What the hell!" he pouted.

Taehyung chuckled, sitting up in his seat and leaning forward to look at his friend.

"You're just jealous you don't have a friendship like me and Y/n," Taehyung taunted playfully. Jungkook snorted.

"The only thing I'm jealous about is that you get to feel Y/n's breasts-"

"Okay! That's enough," Seokjin interjected, placing his hand over Jungkook's face and pushing him away so he lay back on the couch. Jungkook struggled against Seokjin's grip, eventually pushing his hand away, exhaling dramatically.

"I could have died, Seokjin!" Jungkook scowled.

"Please, if anything, you're nose is slightly flatter now," Seokjin waved him off.

The older man's gaze shifted to you and Taehyung, both of you stifling your laughs.

"Kook does have a point, though," Seokjin continued, stopping your laughter. "His implication of 'can you two stop being so gross' means stop acting like a cute couple."

You choked on your own saliva at his comment, coughing loudly, hunching over. Taehyung rubbed your back, patting it every now and then to help.

"Excuse me?" you coughed out, looking between the two men.

"You guys act more like a couple than most of the couples in our group," Jungkook pointed out, raising his eyebrows.

"Which brings me to my second point. Didn't you guys say when you were kids, you'd agree to marry if you were both single by twenty-eight?" Seokjin questioned.

"I completely forgot about that," Taehyung mumbled.

"Yeah, me too," you confessed.

Though it was a lie. Both of you remembered, too scared to bring it up. You had pinky swore that you would marry one another at twenty-eight if you hadn't found someone else.

Neither of you realised, though, that you had been holding out for each other the whole time.

You couldn't think of anyone else you'd rather spend your life with than your best friend. He was there for you whenever you needed him, and when you fought, you would both admit your mistakes and make up.

You didn't know you had developed feelings for him until recently. Thinking that the butterflies that danced in your stomach when he'd show up unannounced, holding pizza and soft drinks, were normal. Something that just happened between friends who loved each other so dearly.

Or how he would hold you when you cried, often doubting yourself and feeling as though you were falling behind in life, in comparison to the rest of your friends.

Taehyung thought differently. Ever since you were kids, Taehyung knew he didn't want anyone else. All the late nights, calling, cuddling up to one another during movie marathons, and lying on the couch together in silence. It was peaceful. It was something Taehyung yearned for.

He wanted nothing more than to always be by your side. Waking up with you next to him, the sun rays shining through the cracks in the blinds and hitting your radiant skin. He couldn't help but let his mind wander to a future he could have with you. Yet, not knowing how you felt, he would never bring it up, scared he would drive you away.

"Well, looks like we're getting married, Tae," you beamed looking over your shoulder to him, eyes shining with excitement.

Taehyung's heart fluttered at the nickname. He had heard it a thousand times from his friends. But with you, it was always different. Your voice was always angelic to him, his name sounding perfect when it fell from your lips.

"It seems so, but at least let me propose properly," Taehyung teased.

You hummed, nodding in approval at his request. In that moment, Taehyung understood that when he proposed, he would finally confess his feelings. After all the years of yearning for you, he was determined to express himself. He wanted you to know that this marriage held significance for him, even if it didn’t mean the same for you. That was a promise he made to himself.

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Taehyung stood at your door, holding flowers for you, and in his pocket sat a small box, encasing a silver ring. He had dressed up for the occasion, palms sweaty as he waited for you to open the door.

You swung the door open, smiling brightly at your friend. He was wearing a beige suit, with the jacket slung over his right shoulder. He held a beautiful arrangement of lilacs and primroses, smiling shyly.

"Hi," you breathed, opening the door further.

You wore a simple sage dress, which stopped at your ankles. Cream open-toe heels complemented the dress, simple yet beautiful. Taehyung entered, handing you the flowers as he passed.

"Hey," he attempted to sound casual.

"Look at you," you teased, playing with his brown tie. "You tidy up nicely."

"Not too bad yourself," Taehyung shot back.

You pouted, but giggled. Moving into your kitchen, you had a vase prepared on the countertop. Removing the string that held the flowers together, you carefully placed each stem into the cool water one at a time, being careful not to ruin the display.

Taehyung waited, his heart racing, thinking of every possible way this could go. What if he confesses and you decide that marrying him is a bad idea? Or that you'll laugh at him.

The sweat in his palms worsened, and he ran his hand through his hair as his nerves increased. You returned at that moment, vase in hand. You placed it down onto the coffee table, beaming at him.

Taehyung's heart melted at the sight of you. You were simply breathtaking. Your smile, your eyes, everything about you was perfect. He coughed, then proceeded to pull his trouser leg up slightly and get down on one knee.

You played along, feigning a gasp. You laughed, watching as he took your hands in his. Taehyung's face suddenly became serious, which you took notice of immediately.

Your expression softened, and you gently ran your hand through his hair comfortingly. You had no clue what had suddenly made him so serious; it confused you.

"We don't need to do the big theatrics, Tae," you soothed.

"I want to. I need to," Taehyung breathed.

You stood, waiting for him to continue.

"Y/n. I understand that if I say this, it could quite possibly ruin our friendship forever. But I know if I don't do this, I will never forgive myself."

You grew worried at his words, quickly wanting to speak, but Taehyung held his hand up.

"Please. Just let me say what I need to say, then you can decide from there."

Taehyung paused, trying to calm his breathing. But he knew if he didn't speak now, he never would.

"Y/n, I have known you since we were five years old. Our friendship has meant everything to me, and it still means just as much. But I must confess..."

You waited, but he didn't say anything. Kneeling down to his height, you lifted his head so he would look at you. Tears ran down his face, making your heart break. You caressed his cheeks, wiping his tears away and giving him a reassuring smile. Taehyung let out a shaky breath.

"I have loved you from the day we first met. I knew I didn't want anyone but you to be by my side, to be my forever."

You moved to sit down cross-legged, stunned. You watched him with wide eyes as he sniffled, before continuing.

"When we made this deal, to marry if we were both still single, I made sure I wouldn't be with anyone, because waiting for you, no matter how long... I know it will be worth every second of the future we would have together."

You began to cry at his confession. You couldn't understand how it had taken you so long to realise his feelings. You felt guilty for having made him wait all these years, so that the only time he felt as if he could properly confess was during a deal you made when you were five.

"I want nothing more than for you to be happy, Y/n. And I want to be the man in your life who provides you with that happiness. I want to be able to hold you when you're sad. Kiss you when you need reassurance. You are all I want, and all I could ever want, no one else but you."

Taehyung felt as if he could finally breathe, eyes downcast to the floor. He did not dare look at you, scared of your reaction. Silently, you wiped away your tears and stood up. He sighed, knowing he had now ruined everything.

"Well, are you going to propose or not?"

Taehyung looked up at you, shock evident. Your eyes were glassy with tears, but you smiled. He mimicked your expression, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small black velvet box.

"Y/n. Will you do the honour of being my wife?"

"Fucking hell, yes," you choked out.

Taehyung stood pulling you in to him by the waist, not wasting a moment to press his lips against yours. It was soft and gentle, but it had so much love and passion.

You both laughed into the kiss, tears still continuing to roll down as you embraced each other. Pulling away, you rested your head against him. He hummed lightly, the vibrations in his chest relaxing you.

"I love you, too, Tae. I always have," you confessed.

"Well, now we must feel really stupid having waited twenty-three years," Taehyung joked.

You laughed, looking up into his eyes, which held so much love.

"It's alright, we'll have plenty of time to make up for those lost years."

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ahhhh!! thank you so much for requesting this! I felt if I wrote too much about their obliviousness, it would begin to be a bit familiar to the jungkook one I wrote.

i really hope you enjoyed and I also hope this is along the lines that you were looking for! I did want to make this a little shorter as I tend to go off rambling! so I do hope this has been to your liking!!

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[bellysoupset]

Weird - II

The first thing Leo realized when he woke up, was that he was going to throw up.

Not in the nearby future, but now, at this very moment. He kicked off the blankets and stumbled up, desperation being the only thing pushing him forward as the vertigo that assaulted him caused the whole world to catapult.

He barely made it inside the still dark bathroom, with no time to heave, projectile vomiting in what he hoped was the bowl. Sweat was running down his back and there wasn't a single piece of his body that didn't ache. Leo dizzily reached for the cold porcelain of the toilet, his clammy hands meeting liquid and he let out a groan.

His stomach rolled , causing him to gag several more times. He felt the liquid turn from the foamy coffee-bitter taste straight into the revolting taste of bile and coughed, abs burning with the heaving effort.

Finally, Leo was able to pull back. He plastered his back against the cold tiled wall of his bathroom, taking wheezing breaths as he tried to get his stomach in check.

By now his eyes were used to the darkness and he could see there was a small puddle near the toilet's base, where his aim had missed. Leo let out a little groan, moving his hand to his stomach and rubbing at it uneasily. He wished Jonah was up and could help him and also get the mess sorted, but his fiancé was still asleep and it felt like a dick move to go back into the room to wake him up just so he would clean up.

So Leo moved to all fours and got to it. His brain was all foggy and his nausea was still high, so Leo took much longer than he normally would have, as well as ended up using way more supplies than he probably should've.

His headache was back, more vicious than before, feeling like someone was drilling into the back of his head, as he finally made his way back to the room. Leo collapsed back into the bed and shivered, he was freezing.

Next to him, Jon let out a little snore and Leo nearly started crying at the fact his boyfriend was still asleep and not comforting him. Teary eyed and feeling completely wretched, the blonde scooted closer on the bed, so he could steal some of Jonah's warmth.

"Hmmm," Jonah groaned at the movement, but his frustration quickly melted away as Leo wrapped his arm around his waist and intertwined their legs. He let out a little content sigh, instinctively curling around Leo and causing him to melt down.

It felt like he hadn't even slept. One minute he was trying to cuddle with Jon and the next he was waking up as he felt Jonah try and sneak out from under him.

Leo let out a groan, reaching instinctively so he could grab his boyfriend's shirt and keep him put, so they could go back to sleep-

"I'm sorry, baby," Jonah whispered, fully getting out of the bed, only to sit at its edge, "I can't stay, I have a surgery to assist..." he planted a kiss on Leo's temple, "Bella said she will come ov-"

"No," Leo groaned, finally opening his eyes and forcing himself up. How come Jonah had just gotten up but was already all dressed up...? He frowned at this weird asynchrony, before letting it go, "what time is it?"

"A little past eight," Jon was very clearly worried, judging by how he kept studying Leo's face without blinking, "since you're awake, I want to get your temperature again."

Leo accepted the thermometer without a fight, leaning back against the pillows. His stomach was rolling and the room was incredibly bright, not helping his headache, "can you turn off the lights...?"

"Sure," Jonah moved around, turning off their overhead lights and pulling the bedroom into the grey semi dark, "better? Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Headache," Leo explained, curling up his legs, "I need to go to work..."

"You're sick, you're not going anywhere," Jonah glared at him, moving closer so he could rub Leo's arm in a soothing manner, "I called Bell and she'll swing by lunch to check on you, alright? Unless you're feeling too bad, she said she can work from our living room-"

"I'm fine," Leo grumbled. He would've rolled his eyes if they didn't hurt so much. The thermometer started beeping and Jonah quickly retrieved it, letting out an annoyed huff.

"That's a fever alright," he scoffed, roaming through their bedside table as he fished out several meds, "how's your stomach? Do you think you can handle a couple crackers, so you can take medicine?"

The mere idea of food caused Leo to gag weakly and he opened his tired eyes in order to glare at his boyfriend, "no way..." as if to corroborate his point, his belly let out an angry, upset whine.

"Okay..." Jonah rubbed at his temples, reaching for the antipyretics regardless, "I still think you should take these," he held up the little white pills, "and I'll get you some tea, alright? That must be easy enough on your stomach..."

Leo swallowed the pills dry, not daring to drink water. He wanted to beg Jonah not to go, not even to the kitchen to make tea, let alone to work, but he was valiantly sucking it up. He was an adult, he could go through the man-flu without his boyfriend hand holding him through it.

"I'm calling Bell to work from here," Jonah decided as he walked back in the room, holding up a large mug filled with steaming hot tea. Leo's mouth salivated at the idea of drinking anything, in a disgusting, slimy way.

"I'm fine," he groaned, curling up and sliding down the pillows, trying to ease the pressure on his head. It felt like some invisible hand was grabbing him by the hair and pulling his skull back, something he had never felt before, "you're gonna miss your surgery..."

"I won't," Jonah sat back down, gesturing for him to scoot up, "drink a little of the tea, you're awfully pale."

"It's gonna come back up," Leo whined, but sat up once again. The change of positions caused his head to swim and he nearly fell to his side, blinking dizzily to situate himself.

Jonah was holding him by the shoulder when Leo felt like he could open his eyes again and his eyebrows were all but meeting, that's how deep his frown was, "you're really off balance..." he said, in a tone that was almost annoyed, but Leo knew was just worry.

"Just gotta sleep this off..."

"Uh-hum," Jonah turned so he could reach his phone on the bedside table, passing Leo the tea mug, "small sips, okay?"

"I know how to drink," Leo bit out. In truth, his arms were feeling so damn heavy, he could barely lift up the mug to his mouth past the first sip, half listening in as Jonah sent Bella a voice note for her to come over earlier than the agreed.

"Why... Why Bell...?"

"Luke's in Doveport," Jonah explained, helping Leo hold up the mug and pressing the porcelain against his lips, "apparently he left yesterday in the middle of the night."

Leo took the smallest sip he could afford, barely able to fight a gag, "he's so dramatic."

"That's Atwood for you," Jonah chuckled, but his voice was strained, "Leo, I think you should come get checked out at the hospital..."

"You're a doctor, can't you check me here?" Leo groaned, the idea of getting up from his bed and going to the ER... He'd rather go to court.

"Not what I meant," Jonah sighed, "you're too weak for no reason, I wanted a blood work-"

"Oh my God, it's just a flu," Leo scoffed, then let out a little wet burp, the hot tea rushing back up. He swallowed convulsively, feeling shaky and clammy when he was finally able to push it all down, "ugh-"

Jonah looked conflicted, biting his lip and Leo knew he was making a sound argument. He hadn't been sick for even twenty four hours, Jon had no ground to drag him to the hospital.

His fiancé's phone started ringing and Leo slid down on the bed so he could fall against the pillows again, giving up on the tea as Jon planted the mug on his bedside table and picked up his phone.

"Bell?" Leo guessed, but Jonah shook his head.

"Alarm," he sighed, "I gotta go... Bella will be here in twenty minutes, okay? The front door will be unlocked, I loaded up JD's food bowl so don't even worry about that. Don't eat anything Bella cooks, I'll send you both lunch-"

"You're such a dad," Leo scoffed, closing his eyes, "go. Surgery. Important."

He could feel Jonah's hesitation, the nervous energy rolling out of him almost like he was vibrating.

"Wendy is in the hospital today, so if anything happens, have Bell call her-"

"Stop talking," Leo whined, well aware Jonah would just repeat all of this to Bella anyways. He curled up even more, "I love you. Go."

"I love you too," Jonah sighed, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I'll be back as soon as I can..."

"Hey, blondie," suddenly there was a pair of freezing cold hands on back, coming up to cup his cheeks and softly pushing away his hair, "open those beautiful eyes for me, will you? Just a little?"

Bella was sitting right in front of him and her hair was hurting him. Literally, the grey sunlight filtering through their windows was bouncing on her auburn curls and casting a fiery halo around her head and just looking at it made Leo squint and scrunch up his face.

His head was throbbing like hell and his stomach was beyond sour, so when he opened his mouth, what came up was a little fizzled out burp in the back of his throat, instead of a sentence.

"Oh, hi," Bella smiled, relief clear in her voice, a little chuckle mixing in, "are you gonna throw up...? You're looking hella pasty."

Fair question.

It took him a second, then Leo groaned in affirmation. He didn't even try to nod, his neck was stiff and just so much as looking at her was already an effort.

"Ookay..." Bella grabbed the sheets under him, giving it a good yank with her whole body weight so he was closer to the edge of the bed, then held up a bowl just as he leaned out of the mattress.

For a long, anticlimactic, minute nothing happened. Leo only panted over the bowl, his stomach rolling and reflux burning the back of his throat, drool falling inside of it. Bella's hand moved so she was holding the bin with one hand, the other one supporting his head and he let out a groan as the pressure on his neck increased and then heaved, loudly.

The tea from before came up in a spray, mixed in with bile and Leo whined as it burned his nose, nausea causing his back to curl and his eyes to water. He coughed, spitting the nasty taste, then gagged again and again and again-

Bright yellow bile joined the disgusting mess and Leo whimpered at the awful burning in his throat, further pressing his forehead to Bell's hand and squeezing his eyes shut against the brightness.

Was this a migraine...?

"Jesus, you're burning up," Bella whispered over his head and Leo coughed, a little burp bringing up a mouthful of saliva and leaving him panting and worn out.

"Hurts..."

"Your stomach?" He didn't have his eyes open, but Leo knew she had moved the bowl, because the acrid smell stopped tickling his nose. Her hand stayed on his forehead, as if Bell could sense she was all but supporting his head, his neck doing fuck-all.

"Head... Neck... Too bright..."

"You don't have migraines, do you?" Bella asked, although it was a rhetoric question. Next thing he knew, his forehead was meeting her thigh as the ginger sat on the mattress, the bed dipping under her weight.

Leo let out a little sob at the stab of pain in the back of his neck, pressing his forehead so deep to his friend's thigh, he could feel her femur under the layer of muscle and fat-

"He said his head's hurting," Bella's voice, all soft, barely above a whisper. Her cold fingers on his scalp, nails running up and down... He was gonna throw up again.

Leo tried to communicate it, but he couldn't quite think through the blinding pain overtaking his whole head. His stomach squeezed and he jerked with a gag, a splash of liquid meeting Bell's jeans-

"Definitely nauseous, Wendy," Bella's voice, slightly frustrated, "looks like Luke's cluster headaches... Not as far as I know...?"

Leo whimpered, reaching out and squeezing Bella's something — her hand? Her leg? Her arm? — to get her to shut up. He wanted Jon, he wanted the sensation of glass digging behind his eyes to stop-

Something fucking freezing met his forehead and Leo tried to squirm away from the washcloth, only for Bella's hand to cup his cheek and hold him put.

"Fever-down" he heard through the rushing of blood in his ears, his quick heartbeat seeming to be echoing inside his skull.

Leo was just about to pass out as he heard, "ambulance."

TBC

[multiwreckedmess]

[1:06AM]

Here we go, an update to cheater!yunho series. I should name this something.

Pairing: yunho x reader WC: 3.5k Summary: Late poor decisions turn into mistakes. Mistakes that Yunho is all too happy to capitalize on.

As per usual this is 18+ PWP content. Please DNI if you are not 18+ for my PERSONAL boundaries!!! Nothing against you, i'm sure you're very mature for your age but to me you are babby.

Also this is FICTION. This is not meant to represent Yunho or Ateez or any people in real life. Please do NOT use this as a fucking moral guide or sex ed oh my god please.

Also so sorry no editing i cannot be arsed.

TW/CW: Dubious consent framed sort of like coercison (reader doesn't say no but she doesn't really say yes), cumming inside, cumming on(reader receiving), unprotected p in v, cheating.

His shoulder has a small hair sticking out from it. Was it always there? Were you just noticing it now? The urge to grasp it and pull it out almost overtakes you as you stare at it. Its the only thing you can stare at except from your own plain eggshell white ceiling. The juncture where his shoulder meets his neck, your bedside, or the ceiling.

"Gunna -hngh- cum," he manages to strangle out. Right. You're fucking him. Or he's fucking you.

You're lucky that kegels were all over your tiktok for you page. Squeezing yourself internally you groan. If he actually knew what you sounded like you'd be in trouble, the acting job was subpar. "Me-me too. Oh my god. Babe- make sure to -ugh- pull out okay?"

He nods into your shoulder as he grunts. His hips start to stutter and almost as if it was rehearsed both of you pull away from eachother, his hand grasping and pumping as you arch your back away from the mattress. Just like the girls in porn do it, although you hope you're more convincing. The choked groan sounds grotesque as white hot cum splatters your stomach. It's hard to hide your disdain even cloaked in the glow of the garage lights filtering through the curtains.

Your boyfriend doesn't admire his handy work for long. Maybe seconds, maybe less, before he toddles off to the bathroom to wash himself off. Not even so much as offering a glass of water to you, or a tissue to wipe off what he'd left. Yunho would never.

Right, because Yunho would've just cum inside of you. Not that you'd have bothered to tell him to pull out anyway.

Your upper lip curls, nose scrunching as you wipe away the cooled remnants with your boyfriends boxers that he'd left crumpled on the floor. It feels like congealed snot caught in a handkerchief. You grimace to stop yourself from gagging.

These weren't things you thought about when it was Yunho that you were fucking.

Curled up on opposite ends of the couch you hardly look like lovers. The tips of your toes barely graze the fabric of his sweats. Your boyfriend is enraptured by whatever is on the tv as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, trying to silence any thoughts at all. You can only play the role of loving girlfriend for so long. You know that.

Your contact turns from green to blue on Yunho's phone. He smiles to himself. He knew you'd be back.

"Was it that bad?" He types out quickly and hits send without a second thought. Smirking to himself. A bubble with three dots appears briefly. He's stuck staring at your contact, waiting for it to turn green again, for you to block him again. No response, but you remain blue.

"I know you're thinking about me," he hits send as fast as the first time. "Should the big bad boss come steal the princess from the plumber?" He adds a winky face for good measure. Something to rile you up.

The dots stay up for longer this time. Nothing comes of it. You remain silent, a mystery to him. All he's left with is the fact that you've unblocked his number, for now at least. He leaves it there to slide over to Instagram, you hadn't bothered to block him there, in part he assumed to show off just how well you were doing without him. He taps your profile and hits "message", swiping up to disappearing mode without thinking.

You're really trying to focus on whatever your boyfriend has fallen asleep to watching. The mental itch to touch your phone is almost painful. If you pick up your phone you might do something you'll regret. Something you'd regret more than all the things you've already done. The buzz of the phone against the couch cushion momentarily rouses your boyfriend. Not enough for him to open his eyes but enough for him to shift deeper into the cushions. He at least was satisfied.

Meanwhile your body is throbbing into insanity. Eyes flicking from him to the tv to the phone. It vibrates again and he doesn't wake. Would Yunho bother to message a third time? What could he even say in a text? He isn't stupid. It could be someone else, another friend, a facebook notification, even a news alert. The buzz didn't have to be him.

With a shaky exhale you unlock your phone. It's an Instagram notification, from him. You practically vault up from the couch, stomach clenched fully, running to the bathroom.

"Yunho has turned on disappearing messages" sits at the top of the chat. An ominous bubble sits waiting for you to click it. A video. You lower your phones volume and curl in close. There's no reason to open it, there's no reason that he should be sending you any sort of message at this time of night, after all that has happened. It could be blackmail, it could be a video of you and him. So you click it.

The happy background noise of a dog cafe throws you off. A happy face of a cute puppy trots into view, waiting for pets. A hand, Yunho's hand, reaches out from behind the camera. Long fingers carding through the soft fur of the puppy, tongue lolling out in bliss. "Good girl," Yunho coos. "Such a pretty girl. You like that don't you?" He continues to pet the dog. Veins cross the back of his hand. Slender wrist flexing as he scratches behind the puppy's ears. Fuck him. His fingers curl and straighten. You forget there is a dog there, transfixed by the motion, by his gentle laugh. "That's my good girl."

The video ends as Yunho chuckles, the dog rolling to its back.

"Whoops, wrong chat. Have a good night." It's shameful how much one stupid video affects you. "You were always a shit liar." You shoot back without thinking. "Give me 20." "No." "Fine, 10. I'll be down the block."

Sweats, no bra, ratty shirt, keys, and your jacket. The heal of your slides barely pops over your foot as you cross the threshold of your apartment. No excuse necessary to the boyfriend, he's still asleep on the couch, instead you leave a note and a glass of water near him. A simple "out for a bit, back soon" without elaboration. Liars always over-elaborate. You're not lying. You're just not telling the whole truth.

"Hello Princess," Yunho's shit eating smirk is barely hidden by the glow of the streetlamps. You stand with the door open, legs refusing to get in. "Go ahead. Say you were right. I'm waiting." "I don't need to, you know that."

Half of you wants to slam the door and walk away. That's the good option or at least neutral option. The other half, the lower half, needs him. Your grip on the door tightens as you groan. The anguish of your halves tearing you apart weighs on your shaking knees. "What do you want, Yunho?" "You." "You had me. You're such a fucking liar," your voice trembles as it raises. You can feel the air in the neighborhood shift uneasily. "Get in the car," his voice in comparison is eerily calm. "Talk to me." Your heart wills your brain to act. You sit, shutting the door behind you.

"Now what about you? What do you want? Getting into your ex's car late at night after a subpar fuck from your current beau really..." Yunho sucks in his breath. "It's a choice." Staring straight ahead you have no answer for him. There's no answer even for yourself. Every other time you could claim you were a victim of gravitational pull, of circumstance, of happenstance. Places you couldn't necessarily run away from him. There was some culpable deniability. However here, now, in the middle of the night you'd run towards the red taillights of his car, knowing exactly what was coming for you. There was no one but yourself to blame.

"I want you to fuck me." Yunho nods. "Can you drive like...somewhere else?" He takes the car out of park, the wheels slowly rolling forward as his foot comes off the break. "Don't wanna fuck where your neighbors could see?" Your stomach twists again with guilt. The silence fills your ears as Yunho drives. The only break in the whir of the engine is the gentle thud of the tires over the cracks in the pavement.

"I don't love you. I don't even think I like you. I just want you to fuck me." Yunho grins. Wanting him was enough, the seed of the idea left to grow. It wouldn't be long, even if you were continuing to deny it. "Right Princess, you were pretty clear about wanting to fuck." "I love my boyfriend." He chuckles to himself. The words sounded so hollow as they floated in the air between you. He didn't need to point out the obvious. No matter how much he wanted to, he had you now and could lose you again just as fast. "Where did you tell him you were going?" "I didn't."

Yunho pulls into the darkest section of the overflow parking lot just outside the mall. Broken streetlight paired with lax security, he knew the spot well. Parking quickly he pushes his seat back as far as it will go and unbuckles both of your seatbelts. You stare at him, dumbfounded as he pulls out a dashboard reflector and pops it into the front window, the sides already benefiting from being heavily tinted. "Really?" You ask incredulously. "Yeah, you want a blanket or-" "Really." Yunho can hear the disapproval without seeing your face. "You said you wanted to fuck. If you wanted something else you should've asked." He pats his lap. "Climb on in, plenty of space for you, princess." The lights in the car finally dim and flicker out. "Wow, even less romantic than he-" There's not a lot that angers Yunho but you sure knew how to find what would. He reaches over between your legs and pulls the bar that unlocks the seat to push yours back to match his, practically knocking the wind out of you as it jolts to the end of the track. "Don't make me come over there instead. It's not my preferrence but I'll make it work."

Your pulse quickens. Coaxing one leg over, his hands hold your waist steady, The seat creaks as you lean your elbows into the backrest, just over Yunho's shoulders. He lets his hands travel up your torso as you try to find a comfortable position. Somehow they always seem to dwarf you in their grasp. "No bra?" He cups your breast in is palm, the answer obvious to both of you. Your nipple peaks through the space between his fingers. Yunho doesn't miss the opportunity to lightly squeeze you, earning a small gasp from you. It hadn't even been that long since he last heard them and still he missed it. "You can be loud here, no ones coming for at least the next hour, even with the car parked." You don't ask how he knows that. Instead you allow your eyes to close as he pushes your shirt up just enough to put his lips around your other nipple, carefully tracing his tongue around it. He suppresses a chuckle as you squirm in his lap. It's cute that you still don't know where to put your hands, attempting to run your fingernails along his scalp before your finger involuntarily grip with a fresh wave of arousal. As much as you know how to push his buttons, he can press yours right back.

"Why- why pants-" Yunho is breathless as he fumbles with the elastic waistband of your sweats. Finally shoving his hand down the front, his fingers run along the sticky patch clinging to your cunt. "You know I've gotta stretch you out." It takes everything within Yunho to not add a snide remark towards the other man. Not now, while your practically melting in his arms. "Yuyu," you gasp as he slides a finger inside of you. The almost pathetic whine that accompanies his pet name has his head spinning as the blood in his brain empties south to his cock.

Your walls clamp around his finger as you pant. The angle Yunho's arm is at is awful for his wrist but he bears it, sliding in a second alongside the first and curling both forwards in you. He finds the spot easily, your forehead pressing into his shoulder harder as he grazes over it again and again. "That's my good girl," he mutters. The vibration of a muffled groan shakes through his shoulder. Your hips eagerly grind down, wanting just a bit more, a bit faster. He wants to give all of that to you and more but.... "-Fuck this angle-" he grimaces, pulling his fingers from you and licking them clean. "Why," you whine. Less of a question more of a vocalization of your disappointment. "Can you just fuck me already?" "If you'd given me 20 minutes and not 10..." Yunho grunts. "Don't want you to go through the effort and leave disappointed."

There's some careful limb tetris that happens to get you out of your sweats, but it happens. Yunho simultaneously reaching back and grabbing the large wool blanket from the seats to drape over you. Soon it would be summer and this wouldn't be an issue. Sundresses, his cock twitches thinking about it. Sundresses and sleep shorts with nothing underneath. Instead of repositioning you in his lap, he leads you to sit on one thigh. Hands coaxing you down harder against his flexed quad. It's enough to get the idea of what he wants you to do. His thighs are slim but powerful, like his hands. "Gonna make sure you're nice and ready for me this time. No complaining, hm?" Yunho whispers close to your body. Dragging your hips over him, you find yourself clinging with your arms wrapped around his neck. Panting as arousal pools in your gut, your essence fully leaking through your panties onto him. It helps that he sounds so good, smells so good. His vocalizations rarely leave the low airy grumble in his chest as he brings you to your first gentle orgasm, your own thighs locking and seizing around his.

Yanking you up towards his middle, Yunho presses the waistband of his pants down just enough to free his length. Velvety, veiny, and large, just as you remembered. Not that it had been particularly long since you'd last experienced it but admittedly it had been some time since you'd dared to look. "Open your mouth any wider and I'll think it's an invitation," Yunho cups your chin in his palm, thumb brushing over your lower lip. You hadn't even noticed you were gaping at him. "Don't worry, I'm good at making it fit." He scoots down a bit to help, seat as reclined as possible, looking up at you with a dopy grin and half lidded puppy eyes. Watching your face change as he fills you almost excruciatingly slowly is his favorite part. Your tight walls flutter as they stretch to accommodate him. Warm and wet and all his. Thighs trembling as you lower yourself was just the icing on the cake.

Taking advantage of your shirt hanging loosely, Yunho runs his hands up your front to pinch and play with your hardened nipples again. You squirm almost three quarters of the way full of him, bouncing almost in microscopically out of instinct. You'd always liked the extra attention. "You're doing so well," he coos with a harder tug. "Just a little more to go." "Yuyu," you whine. "What?" "You know!" He giggles as he kisses your chest and feels you writhe. Neither one of you bothers to stifle your moans as your wriggling finally sheethes him fully inside of you. Slowly your hips roll, grinding your front against him.

"No marks," you manage to whisper as you feel his teeth graze you. "Yuyu-please-" "He'll just think it's his." Yunho barely muffles his own editorializing in your flesh. His hands hold you fast to him, leverage for your winding. Kisses continuing to litter faint bruises in shaded places, he ignores your request. You don't press him on it. It feels too good to have his lips coveting you. Both of you move slowly, the lack of space is difficult but not impossible. Pressed together, chest to chest, exchanging heartbeats and heat. Yunho's arms snake around you, clinging to you. In the dark ocean of the night all he needs is you. Your tiny gasps and whines. Your warmth. Your love.

"God, I feel so-" your lips can't finish the sentences you start. Bodily fluids cling and slip between the two of you, the fabric of his pants slowly darkening with dampness. Your bounces slow, letting your hips take control. "-I know, Princess. You're all stuffed full aren't you?" He teasing tone makes your walls clench. Rocking up into you, pushing into your flesh as deep as he can go. "Yuyu I can't," you start to pout, "I'm so close but I can't." Your legs shake and twitch. Riding him like this is exhausting. "Want me to make you cum?" "Yeah." His hands drop to your hips as he slides down the chair. Jamming his shoulders back for leverage he plants his feet and presses his hips upwards, the position is uncomfortable but your expression immediately changes. Eyes rolled back, you groan. The sweet spot found. Yunho's smile becomes infuriatingly smug, holding your hips and hammering up into that tender area. The entire car shakes with you. His arms help you bounce with him, hoisting you up against gravity just to use it to slam himself deeper.

You grip the shoulder of the seat behind him, knuckles turning white as your core winds itself tightly. Yunho watches your brows knit as your walls clamp down around him, mouth open in a silent scream as air is trapped in your lungs. When you cum, you're silent except for your haggard breaths. He fucks you through it, close to his own climax. "You shouldn't-inside-we shouldn't-" you mutter like a woman possessed. "Shouldn't or don't?" Yunho grunts. "Tell me not to cum inside you and I won't." "Yunho," you whine. All of your faculties are stunted by your base needs. "Otherwise I'm going to cum so deep in you that it'll still be dripping out tomorrow. You'd like that wouldn't you? Bet it'd make your cunt clench." "Fuck- yuyu!" "Tell me now. Shouldn't or don't?"

Your climax is a blinding white behind your eyelids, lips crashing into his with a force that surprises even you. Pulling him up, closer, as if you could steal his aura through willpower alone. Take back the part of you that won't let him go with a single kiss. That only happens in fairy tales. Instead he leans up with you, hands slipping up to cradle your back as he empties himself in you. Groaning into eachother's mouths as refractory shocks travel between. Your kisses become competition, leaving both of your lips swollen and raw until you finally give in and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

Slowly softening inside of you, the mixture of fluids have started to drip down his length. Yunho knows he's on borrowed time at this point. Someone has to have noticed at this point. A security guard somewhere or maybe even the man haunting your apartment. He jostles the shoulder your head is rested on lightly, "we have to clean up." "Why'd you have to cum inside?" You sound half asleep and petulant. "You didn't say not to." He's right but- Yunho holds you tightly as he leans to the side, fishing a box of tissues from the back. Always prepared, like a good boy scout. Always willing to help. Trying to leave things better than he found them.

The ride back is silent, one hand on your thigh and one on the wheel. Streetlights burn warmly yet still seem lonely as they stand alone to guide you home. Your finger itch as you fight the urge to hold his hand, interlace your fingers with his. "Stop here." You croak, strangely robotically. Pulling over to the very end of your block. Makes sense to Yunho. Best not to pull up to the doorstep with your ex in the early morning. "Let me know how the drips go," he winks expectantly. Your steely expression sinks his stomach. "Don't call me, don't text me, don't check in on me, don't show up to any of my friend's events. Pretend this never happened, pretend we never happened. Pretend I died if you have to. I never want to see you or hear from you again. Understand?" All the wind is knocked from him. For the first time he feels at a loss for words. He winces. It looks like a small nod. "Goodbye Yunho. Good luck with...well. Goodbye."

Obviously this is not goodbye but we're about to see a bit from yunho's perspective. spoilers he's not really a good guy.

cheater!yunhoverse in order:  [9:42PM] / kinktober / [12:39AM] / [10:45PM] / [you are here]

[lsunstreakerl]

In the spirit of Mer-May please could we have some more tentacle au?

this is not the only tentacle verse request, so I don't feel bad that it's short— there'll be more substance to the other one. 600 words (the length I naively used to think was typical), max POV. if you haven't read the tentacle verse before, go check it out on the masterlist and then come back <3 obviously, explicit.

pairings: charles leclerc/max verstappen

relevant heads up: tentacles, aphrodisiacs, max shaming, breeding kink, mind break, everything is consensual! but the conversation max and charles have about limits and all that happens offscreen.

"What do you mean, you're sick?"

Charles scowls at him from the other end of the couch, pathetically blowing his nose into a tissue.

"I mean, I am sick. Exactly what I just said."

Max furrows his brows, shifting.

"But it's breeding season."

Charles rolls his eyes heavenward before glaring at him.

"And I am sick. Which means I cannot give you any eggs right now."

"But..."

Charles takes a deep breath, blowing it all out in an annoyed sigh.

"You are impossible, did you know that? Impossible. If we go to the private cove, and I fuck you so stupid you forget about the damn eggs, will you let me recover?"

Max perks up, heat simmering in his gut.

"Yes, I promise, I will let you rest, I will—"

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"Charles— Charles, too much, I can't—"

Max cuts off with a loud wail as another tentacles shoves inside of him, stretching him further than he thought was possible, eyes rolled back into his head. He can't take anymore, there's no room.

He opens his mouth to try and tell Charles, only for another tentacle to worm its way down his throat, stretching it wide open as he gags, eyes wide.

"Mmph—!"

Charles coos, human hand brushing at his face gently.

"You asked for this, don't pretend like you don't want it. You were incessant, don't you remember? All 'Charles, when is breeding season?' 'Charles, when are you going to feel better?' 'Charles, when can I have eggs?'"

Max sobs as the tentacles flex inside of him, pleasure tipping into pain as a smaller one curls around his cock.

"Well, here you go. It's breeding season, and you're fucking crying for it."

His eyes widen in panic as the tentacles inside of him slowly pull out, dragging against his walls. He tries to shake his head, but Charles has him held down, and the tentacle in his mouth prevents him from doing anything besides moan helplessly.

He shakes as he feels them drag out near completely, eyes squeezing back shut in anticipation as the grip on his thighs tighten—

Max screams when they slam back into him, coring him in out in an instant, uncaring of how he's sobbing. He's nothing more than a warm, wet fuck to Charles right now, reduced down only to what he can provide.

He's choking on his own spit, gagging around the tentacle in his mouth as Charles presses his fingers against his stomach.

"You're such a good brooder, taking all of me like this... I wish you could see yourself."

His palm presses flat into Max's abdomen, and he writhes, caught between the pressure and pain, overwhelmed by the sensation of the tentacle dragging rhythmically against his prostate.

The tentacles are moving in a slow, grinding pattern, and Max only realizes as the pressure inside him worsens what's happening.

Normally, Charles drops eggs, and then fertilizes them. But without the eggs...

Max struggles against his hold, trying to get away from the inescapable filling sensation pressing up against his skin. Charles grips him tighter, pulling him back onto the tentacles.

"You asked me for this, Max. Begged me for it, so you're going to take it, yes? You are doing such a good job already— you'll be too cum drunk to do anything besides sleep."

Max hangs limply in his grasp as the tentacles slowly start to withdraw, eyes unfocused and head fuzzy. He feels like he's floating away from his body, supported only by Charles.

He moans brokenly when Charles carefully brings him underwater, and Max dutifully inhales, gills fluttering to life.

Charles creates a divot in the sand before curling up in it, sulky as he tugs Max into his chest.

"Are you going to let me rest now? Fuck's sake, you better. I do not know what I'm supposed to do with you, seriously."

Max knows what he's supposed to do— he's supposed to keep him here, full of eggs year round, supposed to bring Max fat fish and let him writhe on his tentacles whenever he wants.

Max is a good brooder. Max deserves it.

He means to say all that, but all he can manage is a soft rasp of bubbles floating up to the surface, and Charles rolls his eyes fondly as his tentacles wrap around him further, settling them both comfortably.

"Yes, yes, whatever you want. I am aware."

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Macaque x reader x Wukong (poly) with a reader who suffers from migraines

A/N: I tried my best to make a migraine accurate and looked up what actual people who suffered from them said. I'm sorry if it's not totally accurate. This work is for @magicmaiden36 and I love you sm

You were 9 hours in your shift and you still had 5 hours left which normally wouldn’t be a problem but this morning you woken up with a small headache and it was an inconvenience more than anything so you took some pain meds before going off to work. Work went by slowly as usual as you went typing away and cooperating with your coworkers to make sure a project was being completed.

Currently working on the data collection you needed and shifting through the samples you had to develop the analysis for the results so the discussion could be the best it could be. Hopefully, it could be noticed and you’d get a raise or bonus of some sort.

You didn’t hate your job you actually really liked it but being promoted or getting a raise was always nice. You finished analyzing the samples and headed back to finish feeding the data through a coding and technical statistics program. The walk back felt different than usual, maybe it was your headache that was getting worse or the breakfast you couldn’t eat.

The bright white fluorescent lights overhead felt like they were pounding on your head with a hammer and someone had your head in vice while your brain was growing twice its size. You hadn’t even noticed you were back at your desk and shook your head shaking yourself out of the screaming pain. Granted, it barely works and only makes you more dizzy than you already felt.

Something was wrong and you knew it but it was on the tip of your tongue or maybe it was the fogginess in your head. When had this all gone downhill? You were fine this morning and it was only a headache that you even took medication for. Loud steps that sounded like bass drums rung through your ears and you covered your ears in hopes it went it away. To your relief it did go away however someone was talking right beside you and eventually bent down so they could see you.

You blinked back through watery eyes to see your coworker who had a concerned expression and she whispered to you which helped the loud sound go away. “You don’t look okay, I’m worried about you. I didn’t realize you were having a migraine and this one looks bad. Do you want to go home?” She whispered and put her hand gently on your knee. That was what it was. Why hadn’t you realized this was a migraine sooner? She was always so caring and often helped you through them, doing whatever she could to lessen the pain like bringing sunglasses for the light or bringing pain medication if they came on so suddenly.

You were going to nod when a wave of pain hit you and you shakily stood up with a hand partially covering your eyes to go to the bathroom, quickly feeling your coworker helping support you to it and putting a hand over your mouth as you felt some nausea bubble up. A hand rubbed small circles on your back and she helped you lean over a toilet. At this point, you didn’t care about how you looked leaning over a toilet in the bathroom you only wanted this pain to go away forever.

You clutched the seat and started to gag, hearing your coworker whisper comforting things and telling you to not fight it. You shut your eyes and cringed at the acidic taste in your throat, hearing the toilet flush and tissues wiping your face. Teardrops that had slipped down your cheeks hit the floor and you felt hot all over, whining in pain and wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball in the shadow realm. “I wanna go home. I have my boyfriends on my emergency contacts could you call them to have them pick me up? Please.” you croaked out and handed her your phone after telling her the password. After she left you made your way to the sink and washed your hands in cold water, pulling out a paper towel and soaking it in the water to put on your forehead which did lessen the pain a tiny bit.

Staying in the cool and dark bathroom seemed like the best decision until Macaque and Wukong could pick you up which wouldn’t take longer than 10 minutes if that was the moment they knew you felt awful. You didn’t often call out sick for work and both of them knew you got migraines so every migraine you had helped the best they could. Macaque covers the room in shadows to block out any bright light and Wukong becomes your personal snuggle heater or using a clone to get you water or meds or whatever you need.

Both of them were so nice and caring not just when you weren’t feeling well but always and their bickering was only annoying sometimes. A soft knock interrupted your internal dialogue and whispered to close your eyes, obeying your coworker and reaching your hand out. “Hey, I checked in with our supervisor and they told you to go home and rest. They also said they hope you feel better. I have your bag and your boyfriends are here.” she whispered and your fabric heard rustling. You grabbed her hand and felt her gently lead you out of the building, telling you to step down or up and where to walk so you wouldn’t bump into anything.

“I have to say when I called them they didn’t hesitate to rush over here and one of them seemed very concerned like I had told him you were dying. I’m glad you have two people that love you deeply. They should be outside already.” she whispered and squeezed your hand, making you smile despite the misery you were in and felt tears prick your eyes. “I’m glad too,” you whispered and felt her gently hug you, letting go to open the door as you felt a rush of cool air hit you and heard bickering nearby.

You still kept a hand on your coworker so you weren’t blindly walking in a parking lot and putting your free hand over your ear because of the growing noise. Both of them seemed to be bickering about how to get you home whether Wukong would use his cloud or Macaque could use his portals. You certainly hoped that they were disguised and smart enough to not let anyone recognize them. As you stepped in front of them you whined at the loud voices painfully piercing your ears and feeling a sharp pain behind your eyes like an artist was chiseling marble for a new statue.

Both of the demons let out a small noise of offense before sighing with a guilty tone and one of them gracefully swept you into their arms from your coworker who handed your bag to the other. “I swear both of you need to be quiet or else they’ll be in even more pain. So I trust you know what to do they’ve told me you have helped before they’re really not feeling well,” she whispered with an angry tone before changing to a softer sweeter voice. “I hope you feel better. Text me if you need anything at all. Bye.” she said and I heard her footsteps fade before hearing the door close.

You felt one of their hands rub your head and kiss your forehead, holding you close and cradling your head. “I’m sorry, lotus. We didn’t mean to be that loud. We’ll put our usual pettiness aside for later, right Wukong?” Macaque said in a hushed voice who must have been the one holding you sent to the king? Wukong sputtered and walked closer to him, poking his chest. “I’m not the one-” he said loudly and lowered his voice considerably when he heard you whimper in pain, covering your ears with your hands and hiding your face in Macaque’s chest.

“Sorry sunshine. I can’t imagine how painful it is. I wish I could do something. Anything. I know how it must feel and the feeling your head squeezing till it feels like it can’t anymore.” Wukong whispered hearing his voice pick up speed and memories of the cursed filet filled his head, reaching up to touch the scars from it buried under layers of glamour. You blindly reached out a hand hoping to get his and cuddled it the best you could with a hand free, feeling him kiss your head and rubbing your cheek tenderly. “It’s alright Wukong they should be okay after a couple of hours and you’re safe and okay too remember?” Macaque lovingly reminded him and heard him take a deep breath before letting it go, murmuring a thanks.

Macaque hugged you delicately, “I’m guessing you don’t want to chance to take my portals or Wukong’s cloud?” he clarified and you shook your head, grateful both of them knew you so well. “Alright then let’s walk since it’s not far from here. Hold on, lotus,” he said quietly and easily picked you up, hearing the rustling of fabric and feeling something draped over your head. It was very soft and some of the edges felt frayed.

Macaque’s voice spoke out and gently guided your head to lay on his chest. “You can open your eyes I promise. I’ll keep my scarf over you till we get back home. It won’t take long at all.” he said and what he said was true when you opened your eyes to see scarlet all around you; he must have been wearing his normal clothes with a human disguise and you guessed Wukong was in his normal disguise outfit possibly sans glamour disguise.

“Thank you,” you mumbled and heard some chuckling from both of them. “You don’t need to thank us, sunshine. We love you and we want to take care of you.” Wukong said and gently kissed your temple, not noticing that a bit of pain had been stopped with the pleasant distractions of your sweet lovers. “As much as it pains me to say he’s right. We love you so much. I’ll try not to jostle you too much.” he whispered and started walking back to your apartment. Of course, there were a couple of times when loud cars would speed by or honk and you would whimper quietly in pain which broke both of their heart only making them want to return home faster. At points you became really dizzy and heard everything like they were underwater when you all had to sit down for a couple of minutes.

Finally, after what felt like hours you all got back and immediately heard Wukong walk around the apartment shutting off lights and pulling down shades so it was dark. You felt a hand gently rubbing your head through the scarf. “Do you wanna peak and see if it’s okay if it’s not then I can completely cover the room in shadows?” he asked and promised. You gripped the edge of the fabric and hesitantly pulled it back, relief flowing through you that you weren’t in pain from any light left that made your eyes adjust before you felt the pain come back tenfold, crying out in pain and grabbing onto Macaque.

They both rushed to you and hugged your waist, cupping your waist while one carried you to your shared bedroom and quickly getting you a glass of water and a cold towel. A minute later you were comfortable in bed with Macaque and Wukong beside you despite the pain still ringing in your head.

[eldritch-spouse]

I can imagine a distant future of Santi overcoming his nature and finally realizing his dreams of having and raising kids. Then, one time he goes to visit his old friend Vesper who's like " So how are you and your *gags* chi- *gags* child *gags* the family is doing ?"

[*Snort*. This is a collection of little moments between Santi and Vesper after Santi has kids.]

Santi doesn't visit as often.

It's only a given, not only does he now have children of his own to take care of, the incubus also knows his presence has stopped being as pleasant to the Ring of Lust as it once was.

He's not necessarily surprised by such.

After all, Santi behaves in a much more subdued manner, dresses a lot more, his clothes have the stink of children, even when he washes them. He can't blame Vesper for scratching at himself and snorting in distaste every now and then. They are still friends, but life has taken them down very different paths.

That doesn't mean some encounters aren't funny to the incubus.

" No. No no! " The King covers his eyes with a clawed hand. " You did not just walk into my chambers with a turtleneck sweater. "

Santi's cheeks are puffed. " King Ves- "

" A fucking sweater, this absolute- " Santi can't help but let a cackle slip. " Take it off right now, I feel sick- I'm going to call the imps over to strip you if you don't! "

[...]

Santi passes his phone to the King, allowing the demonlord to swipe through an album full of family pictures.

Vesper's lips keep curling higher at every picture, no matter how much he tries to muffle that response.

" Well uhm. They're... They sure are. " The King tries, but all he sees are snot-nosed ankle biters who likely stink of all that's nasty.

" They are. " Santi parrots, a devious grin on his face at the other's discomfort.

" I- " A long, pensive hum follows. " They look... "

" Is it really that hard? " The darker demon snickers.

" I'm finding it, Santi. Be patient. "

[...]

While cooking, you get to listen to a call between your husband and the King of Lust on speaker. When the topic becomes inappropriate, both adults switch to infernal language. Santi helps your daughter dress her baby doll, while your son sits by the carpet watching his favorite show.

" Alright, I should get a move on. " Santi says, watching you struggle with a few pans. " We can catch up eventually. Say bye to uncle Vee. "

Both children parrot mildly enthusiastic goodbyes, until your son pipes up. "Dad? " Santi hums. " When will uncle Vee visit? "

" Never. " Comes from the phone immediately, and the incubus doesn't need to see the King to know he's shivering in dread.

Your kids start deflating, to which their father is quick to think of something. " Ah, see, uncle Vee can't visit us. "

" Why? " The little girl sits her doll down, now brushing its hair.

" Uhm. " The incubus opens and closes his mouth a few times. " He's trapped in a biiig castle. " Pause. " And there's a dragon. "

" A dragon?! " Your son's fixation has been mentioned, he's almost vibrating.

" Yes. " Santi nods. " It's very big. And it doesn't like little boys and girls. "

" Aww.... " Both of them huff.

The girl frowns. " I'm sorry uncle Vee. "

" No, it's quite alright. I'll live, the dragon isn't that bad. " Vesper seems to sigh in relief.

" That means a knight is going to save you soon! " She brightens up immediately. " And then he's going to woo you, and you're going to marry! Can I go to the wedding, uncle Vee? Can I? "

Santi covers his mouth with his palm so as to not openly bark in laughter.

" I uh- Y-Yes, of course sweetie. Goodbye now, the uh, dragon, is calling me... "

[willsimpforanyone]

what about a percabeth x reader kind of smut kind of hurt/comfort where the three are having a spicy moment (where annie and percy are doms, r is a sub) and r is gagged, but perce and annie start getting a lil too harsh and r is protesting through the gag and then just a bunch of comfort and fluff coming from beth and percy?? 🫶🏼

i can definitely do this and i will remember this time that its percABETH c'mon brain don't bluescreen this

WARNING! the reader is in distress in a sexual situation for the first couple paragraphs but percy and annabeth immediately stop once they realise, and there is no actual smut

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It's getting to a point where I'm not having as much fun as I think I should be.

I'd wanted this, I wanted to be restrained and gagged and all that, I'd asked for it, quite literally. But it was feeling... not as good as I'd hoped.

My wrists hurt in a bad way and my jaw aches from the gag in my mouth. I can't concentrate on what Percy or Annabeth are doing I'm so distracted by the now-unwanted sensory feelings.

Annabeth slaps my thigh and I make a noise of genuine pain that stops both of them in their tracks. I blink up at them, glassy-eyed and spitting muffled words through the gag. I don't want to do this anymore, I'm not having fun, this isn't what I want anymore.

They glance at each other, clearly trying to understand what happened, until Annabeth snaps into action. She snaps her fingers at Percy and points to the door. "Go, water and snacks, now."

Percy does as he's told, rushing out the room. With gentle fingers, Annabeth undoes the gag from behind my head and eases it out of my mouth with a worried, tender look.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" She asks softly, grey eyes wide and careful.

I'm panting slightly and tears well up in my eyes, shaking my head.

It visibly looks like her heart breaks, but she focuses on untying my wrists and ankles. I curl up my slightly aching limbs, sitting up from the bed and wrapping my arms around myself.

"Can I touch you?" Annabeth asks, voice soft and slightly wobbly as if she's on the verge of tears.

I nod my head vigorously, reaching out for her and she falls onto the bed with me, gathering me up in her arms as best she can. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, pressing her lips against my head.

Percy returned with about 6 bottles of water and the entire snack basket from the kitchen. Despite myself, I laugh hoarsely. "How many people do you think are in this room?"

"I panicked!" He dumped the water and snacks onto the bed, clambering over to me and Annabeth. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, I rub a hand over my face. "I'm... I'm okay, just... it got a bit much, y'know?"

Percy takes one of my hands, kissing my knuckles affectionately and smoothing his fingers over the skin of my wrists. "Was it something we did?"

Annabeth's arms tighten protectively around me, and I feel her lips pout against my cheek. I rest my other hand on her leg, trying to be reassuring. "You didn't do anything I didn't initially want you to do, I just no longer wanted to do it," I explain quietly, looking between the two. "I'm sorry, it just felt wrong, it wasn't what I wanted anymore."

The response is a pair of shaking heads and Percy opening one of the bottles of water. "No, don't apologise," Annabeth whispers, somehow trying to get even closer to me. "Don't you dare, you did so well, telling us you wanted to stop."

Percy hands me the water, laughing slightly as he eases Annabeth's hands away from me for a moment so I can actually drink the water. "Maybe next time we either do the restraints or the gag, so it'll be easier for you to communicate?"

I pout- when I asked for both, I'd meant it, and I don't like the idea of never doing it again. Percy raises his eyebrow, looking serious for a moment. "Don't give me that look, we're going to have a conversation and come up with a solution that is good for everyone."

Annabeth reaches for a bag of crisps, opening them for me and setting them in my lap. "Drink the water, eat the snacks, all of it, I'm going to start a bath." She gestures to Percy, and they high five. "Tag in for me."

They change positions, Annabeth heading to the bathroom and Percy snuggling up to me, kissing my cheeks. "Hey, you," he hums, stroking up and down my arms. "You feeling better?"

I nod, leaning into him and popping crisps into my mouth. "Mhm, I appreciate having my limbs back."

He laughs, squeezing my middle slightly. "Limbs are good, glad you're feeling okay."

"Thank you for stopping," I say quietly, kissing his cheek warmly.

"Always," he replies, tilting my head to kiss me sweetly. "Always, baby."

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thank you for requesting, hope you liked it!

[cyb3rk1tt13g1rl]

If we’re gonna do anything, we might as well just fuck

Summary: You and Hamzah are best friends, but after a smoke sesh leads to a conversation about sex, feelings arise between the two of you.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, usage of weed, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, choking, dirty talk, toys, gagging

Author's note: This is my first time writing in YEARS. The last time I wrote a fic was in like middle school. Due to the lack of hamzah fanfiction (I’ve literally read all of them), I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands😈. I also made it fast paced cause I struggle with building up to the moment so forgive me💔. I also didn’t proofread so forgive me for that as well.

Word count: 1399

“I just think that sex is a beautiful thing. I mean, it's two people coming together with their only goal being pleasure” I say after taking a hit of the joint Hamzah rolled for me. He never lets me roll, in his defense I am pretty shit at it. 

“I feel like everytime we’re high, all we seem to do is talk about sex” Hamzah replies, shortly after also taking a hit of his joint.

“Maybe we can do more than just talk about it?” I say with a slight smirk on my face.

Hamzah looks at me, smoke slightly blocking the view of his eyes. The truth is, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on him. I mean, how could someone not? He’s kind, funny, understanding, and has amazing biceps. Sometimes at night when I masterbate I imagine his bicep around my throat as he’s pounding into me relentlessly.

”Y/n… you’re high.”

”So? You’re telling me that you’ve never wanted to see naked? I mean come on, if we’re gonna do anything… we might as well just fuck.”

”God…” Hamzah says, blowing out a sigh. 

“You have no idea what you do to me, y/n.” 

In a flash, he’s on top of me. My back is pressed onto my living room floor, the spot we always sit at when we have our smoke sessions. His chest presses up against me, and I can feel his bulge start to grow. As his lips meet mine harshly, my hips start to grind on him, desperately searching for any form of friction.

”If you keep doing that, we won't make it to the bedroom.” He says as he places his hands on my waist, locking them in place.

Biting my lip, “That’s ok, the floor is comfy enough” I replied.

His lips meet mine again, even harsher this time somehow. My hands start to roam around his body, trying to memorize every muscle. My hands slowly make their way down to his cock. Teasingly, I slide two fingers slightly into the elastic of his underwear.

”Ok, that’s enough” he says as he lifts me up, and starts making his way to my bedroom.

Without remorse, he shoves me onto the bed, and rips off my pajama shorts, along with my lacy underwear.

“God, y/n. Even more perfect than what I imagined.”

”Please, do something” I beg him.

”So needy, aren’t you? What do you need from me? Huh? Tell me, baby.”

”Please, please, I need your tongue on my clit. So bad. Need it so bad, H.”

With that, he kneels down, kissing the inside of my thighs teasingly.

”Hamzah, I need you right now.”

His eyes meet mine while he’s still leaving wet kisses on my thighs.

”I see you don’t like it slow.” He says as his mouth finally makes contact with my needy clit.

”Oh my god, Hamzah, yes.” I moan out. 

His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, and when he enters a finger inside me, I scream out his name.

”Yes, y/n. Scream out my name. Let the neighbors know who this pussy belongs to.”

”Yes, Hamzah. Like that, don’t change anything. Gonna cum.” I groan out as my hands find their way to his curls. My head falls back involuntarily, with my eyes closed.

”Keep your eyes on me. Want to see your face as you cum. Wouldn’t want to punish you, would we?” He tells me.

Oh, but we would.

Refusing to look back at him,  he rips his finger out of me, along with removing his mouth from my nerves.

He slaps my pussy, making me moan out even louder.

“Oh, you like that? Why doesn’t that surprise me?”, he says, slapping it again.

His mouth finds its way back to where I need him most, and with a few more licks, and sucks, I cum.

”Fuck, Hamzah!” I scream out as he helps me ride through my orgasm.

”Please fuck me. I need your cock in me so bad. Want to be your slut.” I beg.

Without saying a word, he rips his pants off, then takes off my shirt, following with my bra.

”Fuck, y/n.” He says as he eyes me up and down.

”Get on the bed. Want to ride you.” I say.

As Hamzah gets on the bed next to me, I straddle him. Before I since I sit on him, I scoot myself down a bit so that my face is perpendicular to his hard cock. 

“This is a sight I could get used to”, Hamzah tells me as his hands grab my hair, makeshiftting a hair tie.

Taking his length into my hand, I pump him a few times before my tongue makes contact with his tip. 

Rolling my tongue around in circles for a bit, I finally but my mouth around his tip.

”Jesus fuck, y/n. That’s so good.”

Due to his praise, I move my mouth further down until it hits the back of my throat, making my eyes water. With a slight gag, I remove my mouth, pumping him with the saliva left over.

He looks so good. His eyes are red and glossed over. Hair a little messy from my hands. 

Removing my hand, I finally straddle him.

Before he enters me, I reach over to my nightstand.

”Oh, I have a condom in my wallet.” He says as he tries to get up. My hands push him down, forcing him to lie back down.

”That's ok. I wasn’t looking for a condom” I reply, pulling out my vibrator.

”Are you on the pill?”

”Yes. And I haven’t had sex with anyone without a condom. I’m ok with not using a condom if you are.” I reply, as I fidget with the vibrator.

”Yes, absolutely yes I’m ok with that. I also haven’t had unprotected sex so I’m clean.”

“Perfect.” I smile at him.

FInally, I positioned his tip to my opening.

”Oh, god” I moan as I feel him stretching me out.

”Fuck y/n. You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”

Bouncing on him, I get more comfortable and turn on my vibrator.

Positioning it on my clit, my head falls back.

”Fuck y/n. I love being inside you. So fucking perfect. Like your pussy was made just for me.”

As I continue riding him, he notices that I start getting tired as my thrusts get slower.

He grabs my hips and flips us over so that my back is against my bed. He stands on his knees, grabbing my left ankle, and placing it on his right shoulder. 

I’ve never had sex like this. It’s like he can read my mind about everything I want. 

As he grabs my throat with his left hand, I’m convinced he’s actually a mind reader.

The feeling of him thrusting into me without mercy, the vibrator on my clit, and his hand on my throat makes the familiar unraveling euphoria build.

My hands grab his wrist that’s on my throat, and with that he strengthens his grip.

”You’re so pretty, y/n. Don’t know how I’ve held back for this long. Could cum just thinkin’ about you.”

“Please don’t don’t stop, gonna cum” I scream out.

”Hold on just a bit, I’m almost there.”

When his thrusts start to slow and he starts to groan more and more, i place my hands on his chest, slightly scratching him with my nails.

When he groans louder in response, I scratch harder.

”Fuck y/n. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He places a hand on my tit, with my nipple in between in pointer and middle as if it was the joint he was smoking earlier.

With the last few thrusts, I cum, and shortly after he does too.

”Fuck, could stay here forever.” Hamzah tells me.

”I’m fine with that.” I reply with a dazed smile.

When he tries to exit from me, i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him back in, making him wince in pain  and pleasure.

”Stay in me, please. Feels nice.”  I ask

”Ok” he says with a toothy smile.

He bends down, kissing at my neck and tits interchangeably until his head meets my chest.

”I never want to move from here.” I told him.

”Let’s just sleep like this.” He replies, kissing my skin afterwards.

And sleep like that we do.

Another authors note: please be nice y’all this is my first time writing smut❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹. 

[problem-prone]

Since both of his brothers were recovering from the flu, it was only a matter of time before Darry would fall victim to the virus. 

He was woken up the next morning by a fierce pounding in his head and a throat that felt as if he had been gargling glass in his sleep. “Shit,” he whispered into the quiet of his room. He wanted to stay in bed, just curl up under the covers and wallow in his misery. As much as he dreaded it, he had to get up and go to work, considering he had already taken a week off to care for Ponyboy and Soda. 

With a groan, Darry pushes himself out of bed. The ground seems to sway under him, and it takes all of his might to stay standing. He shakes off the dizziness and begins getting dressed for work. After what seems like an eternity, he sits to put on his work boots and then heaves himself up to go make breakfast. 

Darry opens his door and sees Ponyboy and Soda at the kitchen table, with Pony working on the assignments he had missed the week. Soda looks up and sees Darry standing in the hallway. “I made breakfast,” he says, holding out a plate towards Darry. Darry could feel his stomach lurch and he swallowed down a gag. 

Darry shook his head and grabbed his keys and wallet from beside the door. “I’m not hungry Pepsi,” he says, “plus I gotta get on to work.” His throat screams in pain with his words, and the roughness of his voice has him suppressing a flinch.  

Ponyboy looked up from his homework and furrowed his brows. Soda tilts his head, a confused look in his eyes. “Darry it's Sunday, your day off,” Ponyboy replies with a questioning tone. Sighing, Darry sets his stuff down and walks over to the couch where he promptly collapses. “You look like shit, just so you know.” Darry wasn’t sure when his little brother had made his way over to the couch, or how long he had been standing over him before he spoke. He also wasn’t sure when the room had started spinning. 

Soda comes over and perches on the end of the couch where Darry’s head is. He gently places his hand on Darry’s forehead, smoothing his hair back like their Mama used to do. Darry sighs at the coolness of Soda’s palm and whines a little when he pulls his hand back. “He’s right Dar and you’ve got a fever. Looks like the mighty have fallen.” Soda’s attempt at a joke falls flat as Darry squeezes his eyes tight in response to his heartbeat thumping in his ears. 

He lets out a small whine and rolls over onto his side. Usually, he wouldn’t let anyone in on how bad he felt, especially not his brothers. But between the deep-seated aching in his bones and the fever-driven malaise he couldn’t stop himself from acting a little pathetic. At some point in his feeling sorry for himself, a hand found its way into his hair and was scratching at his scalp. Ponyboy walked to the other end of the couch, lifting Darry’s legs before gently setting them in his lap. “Sleep, you need it,” Pony says as he begins to massage Darry’s calves. 

Darry shook his head and tried to sit up, but a hand pushing on his chest stops him. “Y’all are still gettin’ over this, need to take care of y’all.” 

“We’re both fine, let us take care of you for once Dar,” Soda says as he resumes running his fingers through Darry’s hair, which makes him sigh contently. He lets himself relax into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Now you’re gonna get some sleep then I’ll make you some soup, how about that?”

The corners of Darry’s mouth quirk up into a small smile, the fingers playing with the strands of his hair making it hard to focus on what is being said. “Yeah sounds good,” he replied before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.