#i want to be out of this place and this life and my skin

[eeboyysworld]

Genre: smut

Recruiter x Male!Reader

Caution/Warnings: oral fixation , oral sex , seduction , knife play , cross dressing , bottom!reader .

Gi-hun, the man you once called a best friend.Definitely not anymore.

The way the white plushy dress hugged your body was a constant reminder of what you had intentionally agreed to.

Why were you here in the first place, sitting pretty upon a bench, legs crossed , wind making the bottom of the dress puff up daring anyone to take a peak underneath.

Well..-

“No way in hell!” Shaking your head as fast as you can possibly do, hands moving with you as your face smeared into a snarl.

Sitting across from you was a man, head in his hands, tan skin and bright red hair, easily noticed. “Please..i wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important.”

The tone of his voice was desperate , mixed with unusual fear.But, yet his eyes held an intensity, confident swirled inside them. Tone and eyes different from each other.

“ You want me to seduce a random man..” eye brows raised as you spoke with question, “- do you know how crazy that looks and sounds?!”

Sighing, the other didn’t speak for moments.Before standing up, briefcase suddenly in hand, the case smashing onto the wooden table placed Infront of you.

Dollar bills wrapped in bands was placed before you, the bright green was contrast next to the broken down table it sat on.

“Take it all.” Was he serious.Your face shocked, mouth open slightly, ‘ with this money I can pay more than just my rent..’ taking your eyes off the prize , locking eyes with the man. Motioning him on to continue his plea.

“Just..do this for me , please..?”

Was it the money that got you to do this , or was it your dearest friend seeking out for you in his desperate state. Possibly both.

Applying a random lipgloss, coating your lips in strawberry gloss, trying the best to look girly.

You had been here for at-least 10 minutes, waiting for the mysterious man in a suit.

You had gotten restless at this point, playing with a loose strand of your hair.

Before a voice call out to you “Ma’am?” perking up as you fix posture.

Tilting your head sideways, eyeing the man dressed in grey, hair elegantly combed back. A briefcase sat in the empty spot between you two. “ Care to play a game?”

This had to be the guy gi-hun was searching for.

Batting your eyes at him, smiling you responded. “I’ll do anything as long as you’re here.” Your hands daring to reach onto his thigh before you can think rationally.

He looked surprised, sure, he had more than a few girls alike hit on him. He kept those encounters professional, but you.. you were different than the other low life’s.

Silence passed on, feeling ashamed of yourself as seconds burned, hand slowly trying to ease away from the other.

In a fast motion, the man’s hand held onto your wrist. Lips quirked into a grin, “ You’re playing dangerous here.”

You sat there for a second too long, you didn’t expect him to play along. Snapping out of it, you couldn’t lose him now that you got him.

“We all need danger in our lives..” tongue licking across your bottom lip , exaggerating your lips to shine even more. Taking his hand into yours, intertwining together.

The man’s eyes had a glint in them, like he was pulling back his true intentions behind a facade.

“ A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out here alone.” Making eye contact as his finger trailed to your jaw. “- never know what could be lurking in the darkness..”

Heat pooled in your stomach, bringing your legs tighter together.

Pouting , remaining the act you put on despite your own nervousness. “Would you be the one lurking?” As your hand fell to your sides, his own gone before it leached on your bare thigh, the skirt ridding up, showing off the smooth skin.

Cold fingers massaging into you, his face still held onto that smirk. “ I’ll be worse than that.”

Urging yourself to lean towards him, as your lips grazed his ear , whispering your own thoughts.

“Give me the worst.”

Before you could think strategically, your own mind applying images of the possibility’s of what could happen once you allowed yourself in the other’s presence.

You found yourself sat on a cold marble counter, the man’s expensive cologne invading you, clouding any sense that can come out.

Fingers pressed into your skin, the hand making its way up, bringing it closer and closer to the truth. You weren’t a girl.

This wasn’t in the plan you and the red head had agreed to.You weren’t supposed to go to the man’s house, all you had to do was get his number.

But .. the charming guy lead you into his arms , whispering of how much fun you guys can have. How could you not melt into his embrace.

The Lacy panty’s you had on wore a wet dot, Pre-cum leaking onto the pretty pink fabric.

Warm hands hooked onto the top, yanking it down, watching as the fabric fell on the ground.

Biting down your lip, the skin chipping from the force you held on it. What will he do once he found out you were a boy.

“Oh..” his eye brows raised slightly, looking down before finding your face again. “ Full of surprises aren’t you?”

A huff left him, his mouth working its way in you, as your tongues fought for dominance.

Whimpers leaving you as he gripped your hardness, saliva linking as he pulled away, “Good thing i love surprises..”

Yanking you slightly up with your length, shriek escaping you.

The feeling of a sharp knife found itself resting on your cheek, sliding it into your skin, leaving a tiny cut that bleed.

The blade dragging it’s up to your throat. Pressing down , enough to make you regret your decision.

“ You’ll do what i say?” The cold metal pressing into you, nodding softly, answering, “Everything.”

Leaving the blade next to you, smiling at you, eyes eating the image of you.

Cooing at you, “ Got all dressed up for me..” his fingers playing with your tip, smearing itself with your mess.

The finger coated with you, bringing it to his lips.

Popping it into his mouth, you could only watch as the man indulged himself. The sound of spit as he slowly took his finger out his mouth. “Let’s hope you don’t break on me doll.”

He teased you on, frustrated as you pouted, your cock throbbed as it was battered with teasing touches.

You were used to the teasing that it was unexpected as he suddenly jerked you, the pace getting faster and faster.

Pleasure shot through you, your own fingers went to your mouth on instinct, sucking on yourself, muffling your words, “S-stop.. teasi..ing!”

Arching off the counter, clenching around nothing , “Me teasing?.. you’re the one walking around in short dresses.”

The ache in you surrounded your entire body, his hand skillfully bringing you undone.

Slobber dripped down your fingers,throwing your neck back , baring it open.

Teeth latching itself on you, biting down before sucking. As the others hand continued to simulate you.

Moans echoed around the room, twitching in his warm hand you felt yourself coming undone.

Coating yourself in his palm, the mess dripping down to the floor, ruining the white dress you wore.

It wasn’t even a minute before his hand began working you to hardness again. “A-ah.!”

“I want you to feel yourself while you suck me off.” He said it so casually, overstimulated you nod shakily.

Bare knees hit the floor, mouth wide open for him. Trying to get comfortable seemed impossible as the floor kept grazing your hard on.

The blade found itself tracing your jaw, leaving behind red marks as blood oozed out.

His heavy length nestled in you, giving it little licks, his groans urged you on. Engulfing yourself on his hard on.

The knife dropped to the ground beside you, barely missing you. His hands griping your hair, forcing you onto him. Making you grind into the floor.

Gagging, he continued to thrust in and out, the sound of wetness left you embarrassed.

“Gonna paint you with my mess-“ picking up the pace.”- look so beautiful with it.”

His scent left you dizzy, holding onto his clothed thighs to hold yourself.Swallowing around him , clenching your mouth.

Your saliva making it easy to fuck your face.Your moans vibrated around him, twitching inside you.

No warnings as he pulled out, the sound popping off as you close your eyes. The stickiness dripped down your body, ultimately ruining the pretty dress.

Coming down his high , tucking himself in his pants, leaning downward to your height.

He watched as you wipe yourself clean, licking away the saltiness on your mouth.

“Now.. care to tell me why you were trying to seduce me?”

Shit.. you are fucked.

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A/N: he’s too fine for this world

[elryuse]

ANTHEM pt.5

MULTIPLE FEMALE IDOLS X MALE READER

Tags : Harem, Sedcution, Kissing, Public Sex, Multiple Female Love Interest

Words : 4, 197 Words

For The Other Parts Of My ANTHEM Series, Please Kindly Check Over Here

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Y/n’s room, casting soft stripes of light across his face. He groaned softly, stretching his arms above his head as he woke up to another day in the whirlwind that was ANTHEM. The events of the previous night with Yujin still lingered in his mind, the memory of her laughter under the shower spray fresh and vivid. But before he could dwell on it too long, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He reached for it, squinting at the screen. A text from Chaewon lit up the display:

“Oppa, good morning! Are you free today? I need your help with something…please don’t say no~ 🥺”

Y/n sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. Chaewon had been acting… different lately. She’d always been cheeky and playful, but recently, she’d been leaning into him more during practice, finding excuses to touch his arm or steal glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. He couldn’t deny there was something magnetic about her—her sharp wit, the way her eyes sparkled when she teased him, the way she seemed to know exactly how to get under his skin. But after everything with Karina, Wonyoung, and Yujin, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for… whatever this was.

Still, he typed out a reply: “Sure, what do you need?”

Her response came almost instantly: “I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes. Wear something casual but not too casual. Oh, and bring your mask!”

Thirty minutes later, Y/n stood outside their dorm building, dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, his mask already in place. A black SUV pulled up, and Chaewon leaned out the window, grinning mischievously. “Get in, oppa!”

As soon as he slid into the passenger seat, Chaewon handed him a pair of sunglasses. “Here, put these on too. We can’t have anyone recognizing us, right?”

“Where are we even going?” Y/n asked, adjusting the glasses on his face.

“It’s a surprise,” she said, her voice sing-song as she pulled away from the curb. “Relax, oppa. Don’t be so serious all the time.”

They drove in comfortable silence for a while, Chaewon occasionally humming along to the radio. Y/n couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly stylish she looked, even in her paparazzi-proof outfit of an oversized sweater, leggings, and sneakers. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few strands framing her face. She caught him looking and smirked. “See something you like?”

“Just wondering why you’re being so secretive,” he deflected, though his cheeks warmed under her teasing gaze.

Finally, they arrived at their destination: a small, brightly lit arcade tucked away in a quieter part of the city. The neon lights flashed against the windows, inviting them inside. Chaewon practically bounced out of the car, grabbing his hand as soon as he stepped out. “Come on, let’s go!”

Inside, the arcade was bustling with energy—the sounds of blaring game music, the clatter of tokens dropping into machines, and the excited shouts of players filled the air. Chaewon led him straight to the photobooth in the corner, its curtains slightly tattered but still colorful. “Let’s take some pictures!” she declared, already digging out a few coins.

“Chaewon, seriously?” Y/n laughed, shaking his head. “You dragged me all the way here for this?”

“Yes, seriously,” she replied, tugging him inside the booth. The space was tight, their bodies pressed together as she closed the curtain behind them. The screen flickered to life, displaying a countdown for the first photo.

Chaewon turned to him, her expression suddenly softer, more serious than he’d ever seen it. “Oppa,” she began, her voice low and quiet, “do you really not know why I wanted to come here with you?”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. “Uh… because you like arcades?”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile playing on her lips. “No, dummy. Because I wanted to spend time alone with you. Just you and me.”

Before he could respond, the photobooth’s camera snapped the first picture. Chaewon quickly leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against his arm as she tilted her head toward him. The second flash went off. Y/n’s heart began to race, his breath hitching as she looked up at him through her lashes. “Chaewon…”

“Shh,” she whispered, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “Stop thinking so much, oppa. Just… feel.”

And then she kissed him.

It started soft, tentative—just the briefest brush of her lips against his. But when Y/n didn’t pull away, Chaewon deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed closer. The world outside the photobooth faded away, leaving only the two of them and the sound of their mingled breaths. Y/n’s hands found her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he responded with equal fervor.

The camera flashed again, capturing the moment as Chaewon broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Y/n stared at her, dazed, his mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. “Chaewon, I—”

The camera flashed one final time, freezing the image of her grinning triumphantly before she pulled him back into another kiss. This time, it was fiercer, hungrier, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she poured every ounce of her pent-up feelings into it. Y/n groaned against her mouth, his hands slipping under her sweater to trace the curve of her spine.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their faces flushed. Chaewon rested her forehead against his, her voice barely audible over the hum of the arcade outside. “So… did you like my surprise?”

Y/n chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Yeah, I liked it. A lot.”

“Good,” she said, her grin widening. “Because there’s more where that came from.”

Chaewon’s lips lingered close to his, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, “So… what do you think about us? About this?” Her eyes searched his, a mix of playfulness and vulnerability flickering in their depths.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding. The air between them felt electric, charged with something unspoken but undeniable. He could still feel the ghost of her touch under his sweater, the warmth of her body pressed against his. “I think…” he started, voice low, “it’s complicated. You know that, right? With everything going on in the group…”

She tilted her head, her fingers trailing lightly down his arm until they interlaced with his. “Complicated doesn’t mean impossible,” she murmured, her tone soft but firm. “And I don’t care about complications if it means getting to have this. To have you.” There was a weight to her words, a sincerity that made Y/n’s chest tighten.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. Karina’s confession, Wonyoung’s teasing, Yujin’s boldness—now Chaewon was laying her feelings bare. It felt like the walls were closing in, the web of emotions growing more entangled by the day. But with Chaewon staring at him like that, her lips slightly parted and her cheeks flushed from the intensity of their kiss, it was hard to focus on anything else.

“Chaewon,” he said quietly, squeezing her hand. “You know this isn’t just about us. The group… we can’t risk—”

She interrupted him with a shake of her head, her hair brushing against his cheek. “Stop thinking so much,” she said, her voice firm but tender. “For once, just let yourself feel. We’ve been dancing around this for weeks—maybe longer. Don’t you think it’s time we stopped pretending?”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. She was right, wasn’t she? Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every playful tease—they had all been building toward this. And now, with her standing so close, her body pressed against his, it was impossible to deny the pull between them.

“Okay,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “What do you want, Chaewon?”

A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “I want you to stop overthinking and kiss me again,” she said, her tone light but laced with desire.

Before he could respond, she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. This kiss was different from the ones before—slower, deeper, more deliberate. Her hands slid up his chest, curling around the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. Y/n’s hands instinctively found her waist, gripping her tightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers.

The world outside the photobooth faded away, leaving only the two of them and the heat building between them. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other.

“That’s what I want,” Chaewon whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I want us to explore this. To see where it could go. I don’t care about the others right now. I just… I care about you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at her words. He wanted to say something—anything—to reassure her, to tell her he felt the same way. But before he could, she stepped back slightly, her hands sliding down to grip his.

“But I need you to be honest with me,” she continued, her gaze steady. “If this is too much, if you’re not ready… I’ll understand. But don’t keep me hanging, Y/n. Don’t make me guess.”

He squeezed her hands, his mind racing. How could he explain the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling? The guilt, the desire, the fear of what this could mean for the group—and for them?

“It’s not that simple,” he admitted, his voice rough. “You know that. With Karina, Wonyoung, Yujin… it’s not just about us. It’s about how this affects everyone.”

Chaewon nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I know,” she said softly. “And I’m not asking you to choose. I’m just asking you to give us a chance. To see where this could go. Isn’t that worth it?”

Y/n’s chest tightened at her words. She was giving him an out, a way to step back if he needed to. But as he looked into her eyes, he realized he didn’t want to. He wanted this. He wanted her.

“Yeah,” he said finally, his voice firm. “It’s worth it.”

A brilliant smile spread across Chaewon’s face, her eyes lighting up with joy. “Good,” she said, her voice full of relief. “Because I wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer.”

Y/n chuckled, pulling her closer. “You really are something else, you know that?”

She grinned, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “You have no idea,” she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Now, are you going to kiss me again, or do I have to take charge?”

His answer was to lean down and capture her lips once more, pouring every ounce of his pent-up emotions into the kiss. Chaewon responded eagerly, her hands sliding up his shoulders to tangle in his hair. The world outside the photobooth disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the fire burning between them.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed. Chaewon rested her forehead against his, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “We should probably get out of here before someone catches us,” she murmured, though there was no urgency in her voice.

Y/n laughed softly, his hands still resting on her hips. “Probably. But I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who said anything about letting go?” she said, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Meet me in my room tonight. We can continue this… privately.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words, his grip tightening on her waist. “Are you sure?”

She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking with his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said, her voice steady. “But only if you are.”

Y/n hesitated for a moment, the weight of her words settling over him. This wasn’t just about a fleeting moment of passion—this was a decision that could change everything. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew there was no turning back.

“I’m sure,” he said, his voice firm.

Chaewon’s smile widened, and she pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips before stepping back. “Good,” she said, her voice full of promise. “Tonight, then. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The hallway was dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights casting long shadows as Chaewon led Y/n by the hand. Her fingers were warm and firm around his, pulling him closer with every step. Their footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor, but neither of them spoke—words felt unnecessary now. The tension between them had been building all day, a slow burn that had finally reached its breaking point.

When they reached her room, Chaewon turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. She didn’t hesitate, pressing herself against him, her lips capturing his in a hungry kiss. Y/n groaned into her mouth, his hands instinctively finding her waist as he pulled her closer. The taste of her was intoxicating, sweet and sharp like cherry cola, and he couldn’t get enough.

Chaewon broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this all night,” before dragging him inside and shutting the door behind them. The room was bathed in soft amber light, the curtains drawn tight, creating an intimate cocoon. Without warning, she pushed him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he fell onto it, bouncing slightly.

She stood over him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she let out a low, breathy laugh. “You’re so eager,” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. And then, with deliberate slowness, she began to undress.

First came her jacket, slipping off her shoulders like liquid silk. Then her top, revealing a lace bralette that clung to her curves in all the right places. Y/n’s breath hitched as he watched her, his body already responding to her every move. But she wasn’t done yet. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, and with a slow, teasing tug, she let it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie.

Y/n couldn’t help but stare, taking in every inch of her. Chaewon was beautiful—stunning, really—but there was something about the way she carried herself, the confidence radiating from her, that made her irresistible. She stepped closer, straddling him on the bed, her hands resting on his chest.

“Do you like what you see?” she purred, her voice low and husky.

Y/n nodded, swallowing hard. “More than you know.”

Her lips curved into a sultry smile, and she leaned down, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Then don’t hold back.”

That was all the invitation he needed. In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. The surprise in her eyes only fueled his hunger, and he kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body as if trying to memorize every curve. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched against him.

Their clothes disappeared in a flurry of movement, discarded carelessly on the floor. When Y/n finally entered her, Chaewon let out a gasp, her head falling back against the pillows as her body shuddered in response. He moved slowly at first, savoring the way she felt beneath him, the way her breathing quickened with every thrust.

But Chaewon wasn’t content to let him set the pace. Her hips bucked against his, urging him to go faster, harder, and he obliged, his own control slipping as the heat between them grew unbearable. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

“Y/n—” she gasped, her voice breaking as her nails raked down his back. “Don’t stop... please...”

He didn’t. Instead, he shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in an agegao expression that sent a jolt of primal satisfaction through him. She was completely lost in the moment, consumed by the intensity of their connection.

As her body tightened around him, signaling her climax, Y/n felt his own release building. With one final, powerful thrust, he spilled into her, their shared cries mingling in the air. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in tandem.

When he finally pulled back, Chaewon looked up at him, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were sure.”

Y/n chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Neither were you.”

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

Before he could respond, she propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze locking with his. There was something unspoken in her eyes, a question or maybe a promise, but before either of them could explore it further, the sound of voices outside the door made them freeze.

Both pairs of eyes darted toward the door, wide with panic. The last thing they needed was someone walking in on them like this. Chaewon quickly grabbed a pillow, covering herself as Y/n scrambled to find his boxers.

But before they could fully recover, the doorknob began to turn.

“Shit,” Chaewon hissed under her breath, her heart pounding. “What do we do?”

Y/n’s mind raced, but before he could come up with a plan, the door creaked open, revealing...

Chaewon’s eyes widened in panic as the door creaked open. Without hesitation, she grabbed Y/n by the arm and yanked him under the covers with her, pulling the blanket up to their chins just as the soft glow of the hallway light spilled into the room.

“Stay quiet,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips brushing against his ear. Her breath was warm, sending a shiver down his spine despite the heat pooling between them.

The sound of footsteps followed, slow and deliberate, as whoever had entered lingered near the doorway. Y/n’s heart hammered against his chest, each beat echoing loudly in his ears. He could feel Chaewon’s body pressed tightly against his, her legs tangled with his own, her skin still flushed from their earlier passion. The thin fabric of the blanket did little to hide the warmth radiating between them, but neither dared to move.

“Chaewon?” came a familiar voice—Winter. She sounded tentative, like she wasn’t sure if she should be there. “Are you awake?”

Y/n froze, his eyes locking with Chaewon’s. Her expression was a mix of amusement and mischief, her lips curling into a sly smile despite the situation. She placed a finger over her own lips, silently urging him to stay still, then turned her head slightly toward the door.

“Uh… yeah,” Chaewon called back, her voice surprisingly steady. “What’s up? I was just about to sleep.”

There was a pause, and Y/n could practically hear Winter’s hesitation. His mind raced, trying to figure out how they were going to get out of this without raising suspicion. But Chaewon seemed unfazed, her fingers tracing light patterns on his chest beneath the blanket, her touch both soothing and electrifying.

“I… couldn’t sleep,” Winter admitted finally, her voice softer now. “I thought maybe we could talk or something.”

Chaewon bit her lip, her hand stilling for a moment before she sighed softly. “Sorry, Unnie. I’m really tired tonight. Maybe tomorrow?”

Another pause. Y/n could almost picture Winter standing there, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the situation. He prayed she wouldn’t come closer, wouldn’t notice the faint rise and fall of the blankets or the way Chaewon’s breathing hitched ever so slightly when her fingers brushed against his stomach.

“Alright,” Winter said finally, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Sleep well, then.”

The footsteps retreated, and the door clicked shut, plunging the room back into semi-darkness. For a moment, neither of them moved, listening intently for any sign that Winter might change her mind and return. When it became clear she was gone, Chaewon let out a low laugh, her body relaxing against his.

“That was close,” she murmured, her lips curving into a grin. Her hand resumed its exploration, trailing lower now, and Y/n sucked in a sharp breath. “Too close.”

“You’re insane,” Y/n replied, his voice hushed but laced with disbelief. He could feel the tension coiling in his gut again, threatening to unravel as her fingers danced dangerously close to where he wanted her most. “What if she had seen us?”

Chaewon tilted her head, her gaze locking with his. “She didn’t,” she said simply, as if that settled everything. “And besides…” She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck, her words hot against his skin. “Wouldn’t that have been exciting?”

Y/n groaned softly, his hands instinctively finding her waist and pulling her closer. “You’re impossible,” he murmured, though he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “What if someone else comes in?”

“Then we’ll be quiet this time,” Chaewon replied, her tone teasing but her eyes filled with desire. She shifted slightly, straddling him beneath the blanket, her weight pressing deliciously against him. “Unless you want me to stop?”

He didn’t answer—he couldn’t. Instead, his hands slid up her back, pulling her down into a searing kiss. Their lips met with a hunger that sent sparks shooting through him, her tongue parting his as she deepened the kiss. Her hips rolled against his, the friction drawing a low groan from his throat.

“Quiet,” she reminded him, her breath hitching as she rocked against him again. Her movements were slow, deliberate, designed to drive him mad. And it was working. Every brush of her skin against his sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, every gasp and sigh from her lips only fueling his need.

Her hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of him she could reach. She kissed along his jaw, his neck, her teeth grazing his skin in a way that made him shudder. When her lips found his ear, she whispered, “You’re mine tonight,” and the possessiveness in her voice sent a jolt of arousal straight to his core.

Y/n’s hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he held her in place. “Chaewon…” he breathed, his voice strained with need. “We can’t—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, silencing him with another kiss. Her hips moved again, grinding against him in a rhythm that left no room for argument. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

And he did. Every touch, every movement, every whisper of her name against his skin blurred together into a haze of pleasure. The world outside the blanket ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

But just as the tension reached its peak, the sound of voices outside the door shattered the moment. Y/n tensed, his eyes darting toward the door as muffled laughter drifted in from the hallway. Chaewon froze above him, her breath coming in shallow puffs as she listened.

“Quick,” she whispered, sliding off him and pulling the blanket up higher. “Underneath me.”

Y/n didn’t argue, shifting so that she was lying on top of him, her body shielding his from view. The door handle turned again, and this time, multiple voices filtered into the room.

“Chaewon? Are you still awake?” It was Karina this time, her tone light and playful.

“We brought snacks!” added Winter, her voice cheerful now.

Chaewon propped herself up on one elbow, doing her best to look sleepy and disheveled. “Can’t you guys leave me alone for one night?” she complained, though her voice lacked any real annoyance.

Karina chuckled, stepping further into the room. “Come on, don’t be such a loner. We haven’t hung out properly in ages.”

Y/n held his breath, praying they wouldn’t notice the slight indent in the mattress where he lay hidden beneath Chaewon. Her hand found his beneath the blanket, squeezing gently in reassurance.

“Fine,” Chaewon sighed dramatically, sinking back down onto Y/n in a way that made him grit his teeth. “But if you wake me up again, I’m kicking you all out.”

The girls laughed, their voices fading as they began to chatter among themselves. Y/n could feel Chaewon’s body shaking slightly with suppressed laughter, her face buried in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Chaewon grinned against his skin. “Maybe a little.” She shifted slightly, her knee brushing against him in a way that made him bite back a groan. “But don’t worry… I’ll make it up to you later.”

Y/n had no doubt she would. But for now, all he could do was lie there, his heart pounding as he waited for the girls to leave—and for Chaewon to make good on her promise…

[insidekatmind]

Forgiveness- Hwang Jun-Ho

Wearning: smut,+18

Request: yes!

The cabin of the ship was steeped in heavy silence, broken only by the sound of waves crashing against the hull. Jun Ho was hunched over his desk, studying a worn and annotated map, his jaw clenched, and his fingers tracing invisible paths toward the island he was so desperately trying to find.

You had entered the room quietly, but he hadn’t even turned around. For weeks, he had been distant, cold, a prisoner of his obsession with that island, and you had had enough.

“Jun Ho,” you called, your voice steady despite the lump tightening your throat. “We need to talk.”

“Not now,” he replied, without even looking up.“No, now,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. I see you destroying yourself over this mission, but what are you destroying in the process? Us?”

This time, he lifted his eyes to meet yours, the looks clashing like two waves colliding. “Don’t make this harder, Y/N. I don’t have the time or the energy for these pointless things.”

“Pointless?” you repeated, incredulous. “Really? Is that how you see me? As something pointless?”

Your voice cracked, but you didn’t stop. “You know what? I’m tired, Jun Ho. Tired of feeling invisible. If this is your priority, then maybe there’s no place for me in your life.”

Something shifted in his expression. His eyes darkened, his face contorted into an expression you had never seen before. He stood up abruptly, and before you could process what was happening, his hand rose and struck your cheek.

The slap left you stunned. The sting spread quickly across your skin, but it was nothing compared to the pain that pierced your heart.

Jun Ho froze, his hands trembling as he stared at you with an expression of pure horror. “Y/N…” he stammered, his voice breaking. “I… I didn’t mean to… God, I didn’t mean to…”

You stepped back, pressing a hand to your stinging cheek. You stared at him, heartbroken, unable to find the words.

“Y/N, please,” he begged, stepping closer. “I don’t know what came over me… I was blinded… I’m… I’m a monster.”

“Let me say that,” you hissed, tears filling your eyes. “Do you know what hurts the most, Jun Ho? It’s not this…” you gestured to your reddened cheek. “It’s knowing you lost control to the point of hurting me. That you’ve become someone I don’t even recognize anymore.”

He fell to his knees in front of you, his fists clenched, his eyes brimming with tears. “You’re right. I’m not myself anymore… but I can’t lose you, Y/N. Please, don’t leave me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You shook your head, your breath shaky. “This isn’t something you need to say to me, Jun Ho. It’s something you need to say to yourself. You have to figure out who you are and who you want to be. I can’t help you fight your demons if you don’t even want to.”

The silence between you was deafening, broken only by his soft sobs. Finally, you turned and left him there, kneeling on the floor of the cabin, crushed under the weight of his guilt.

Jun-ho came to your cabin with a lost puppy face. "Hey baby" he murmurs softly.You were sitting on your bed, reading a book. At the sound of his voice, you lifted your gaze, and a mix of irritation and relief washed over you. Seeing him now, looking so defeated, the anger that had been burning inside you gradually faded, replaced by a sense of worry.

You set your book aside and turned to face him, folding your arms across your chest. "What do you want?" you asked, your voice flat.He gently walks over to you and sits on your bed. "I'm sorry baby" he whispers repentantly.

Your heart softened a little at his apology, but you didn't show it. "Sorry for what, exactly, Jun Ho?" you asked, continuing to maintain your guarded tone. Jun-ho fidgeted with a loose thread on the bedcovers, avoiding your gaze. "You know what for," he muttered quietly. "For... losing my temper. For... for hitting you."

You look at him carefully, sighing and not saying a word.He dared to lift his eyes to meet yours, and in that moment, you could see a mix of shame, regret, and fear in his gaze. He knew he had messed up, but he was also terrified of losing you.

He shifted awkwardly on the bed, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously. "I don't know what came over me," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was just so frustrated... and angry... and... I lost control."

You gently take his hand. "You need to unplug a bit, soon you won't even sleep anymore to find this damned island" you say softly tracing small relaxing circles on the palm of his hand.

A wave of relief washed over him as you took his hand, gently tracing calming circles on his palm. The touch of your fingertips was like a soothing balm, helping to unravel the knots of tension he'd been carrying within him.

Jun-Ho looked down at your hand on his, his expression riddled with guilt and vulnerability. "I know," he murmured, his voice slightly shaky. "But I can't just... stop. This island... it's all I think about. It's like an obsession."

You look at him softly and make him lie down by placing you on top of him and massaging his shoulders. "Love, I didn't say you had to stop, just a fear to relax" you say softly.

He let out a soft sigh as you pushed him gently to lie down, his body relaxing into the mattress. The massage that followed felt like a release, easing some of the tension that had built up in his shoulders.His eyes closed, and he allowed himself to relish in the touch of your hands on his body. "I... I don't know if I know how to relax anymore," he confessed, his voice so low it was barely audible.

You gently lower your face and kiss his neck softly. “I know how to make you relax love” he says softly and with a bit of seduction in his voice as you lick his neck.

He shivered under your touch, a mixture of pleasure and tension coursing through his body. The sensation of your tongue against his skin sent a jolt of electricity through him, igniting a familiar heat. Jun-Ho opened his eyes, his gaze darkened with a mix of yearning and vulnerability. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "If you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back..."

You smile at his words and nibble on his neck. “Good to know, love,” you say and grab his face to kiss him passionately.As your lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, all the pent-up frustration and tension within him broke free. With a low growl, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a desperate, hungry dance. His hands roamed over your body, gripping you tightly, as if trying to assure himself that you were really there, that you hadn't left him yet.

The room seemed to disappear as your bodies moved together in a heated frenzy. His hands moved with a sense of urgency, tugging at your clothes, needing to feel your skin against his.He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and trailed his lips down your neck. "Y/N," he gasped, his voice husky with desire. "I... I need you. I need you so much, it's driving me insane."

You smile at his words and nip at his jaw playfully. “It's okay love, remember that you have to make it up to me and this is your time” you tease, nipping at his neck.

He groaned at the mixture of pleasure and frustration. Your words and the feel of your teeth against his skin sent a thrill through him, but he also knew you were right.Jun-Ho placed his hands on your hips, gripping them firmly as he rolled over, switching positions. With a low rumble, he trapped you underneath his body, his eyes dark and burning.

"You're right," he grumbled, his voice filled with a combination of excitement and determination. "And I intend to make it up to you, in every single way."You smile at his words.

His lips found your neck again, and he started a trail of kisses down your throat, each one lingering a bit longer than the previous. His hands roamed over your body, exploring, caressing every curve, every inch of skin he could reach.He pushed the hem of your shirt up, his fingers tracing patterns across your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He gently bit the sensitive skin of your hip, his tongue soothing the pain away immediately after.

His lips returned to yours in a searing kiss, possessive and tender at the same time. He moved against you, grinding his hips into yours, creating a delicious friction that only fueled the flames of desire between you.With each movement, he communicated his need for you, his desperation to make things right. He tugged at your shirt again, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "Take it off. Let me see you."

As your shirt slipped off, he took a moment to just look at you, his eyes roaming over your bare skin with an expression of reverence. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his words a low, husky confession.His fingers traced over the curves of your body, mapping out every contour, his touch gentle yet tinged with a hint of possessiveness. He leaned down to place small, soft kisses along the path his hands had just taken.

He lingered over your stomach, his teeth lightly grazing your skin, his tongue tracing lazy circles. He could feel the shiver that rippled through your body at his touch, and it only fueled his own need.His hands moved to your hips, his grip firm but not painful. He leaned down and whispered against your ear, his voice rough and filled with desire. "I need you. Now."

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants, and he gently started to pull them down, his eyes never leaving yours. He watched the excitement mixed with anticipation on your face, and he felt his own body react to it, his heart pounding, every muscle in his body taut with need.He continued to remove your pants, his movements slow and deliberate. Each new inch of skin revealed was like a revelation, and his hands seemed to trace a path of fire as they explored your now-exposed legs.Jun-ho knelt between your thighs, his hands resting on your hips, holding you in place. His gaze traveled up your body, his eyes filled with a possessive intensity that matched the primal need coursing through him.

He looked ready to devour you, the heat in his eyes matched by the rough edge to his voice."You're mine," he growled, his thumbs digging into your hips. "Every single part of you." Jun-ho leaned down, his lips barely touching your skin, sending another shiver through you. "And I'm going to show you exactly how much I need you, Y/N."

“Yes please” you murmur softly looking at him.He started a slow, torturous journey with his lips, trailing kisses along the inside of your thighs, moving closer to the place where you ached for him the most.

As he continued, he could feel your body responding to his touch, your breath becoming increasingly ragged, your hands clenching into the sheets. It was a dance of desire and power, and he was the master, knowing exactly how to make you tremble, how to bring you to the edge.

He chuckled softly at your gasps and moans, his breath hot against your skin. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and dominance.As he continued his slow, torturous assault, he knew he was driving you to the brink of madness. He wanted you to feel how much he needed you, how much he craved every inch of your body.

"Baby plaese" you murmured.Your words were like a plea, a desperate plea, and he couldn't resist it any longer. The sound of your voice, pleading and needy, was like a drug to him.

He lifted his head slightly, his gaze locking with yours. "Please what, love?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“I want more” you whisper longingly.He smiled slightly at your words, his eyes darkening with even more desire. He liked it when you pleaded, when you admitted how much you wanted him.

Jun-Ho shifted his position, moving up and pressing his body against yours, trapping you beneath him. "More, you say? What exactly do you want, love? I need to hear you say it."

“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered longingly as you gripped his shirt.His chest rumbled as a low, guttural moan escaped his lips at your words. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving marks that would be evidence of his desire.

"As you wish, love," he growled in your ear. "But first, I have a request."You look at him carefully waiting for him to speak.

He paused, his gaze locked on yours, his breathing ragged. You could see the heat in his eyes, the desire burning within him.Jun-Ho lifted a hand to gently caress your cheek, his touch reverent as his voice dropped to a whisper. "I need to hear you say my name, love. When you're calling out, I need you to know who you belong to."

“I belong to you and only you Jun-Ho” you whisper softly caressing his chest.His breath hitched at your words, and a rush of possessiveness washed over him. The sound of his name on your lips, coupled with your declaration of belonging to him, sent a primal thrill through his body.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting and claiming you. He wanted to imprint himself on you, to make sure you knew that you were his and no one else’s.

You moaned into the kiss as you eagerly unbuttoned his jeans.His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as your fingers worked on the buttons of his jeans. The feel of your hands against his skin, the way your body responded to his touch, it was enough to drive him wild.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and admiration. "You're impatient tonight, aren't you, love?" he teased between heavy breaths.

You nibble on his neck. "please baby, I want you inside me. It's been too long" you murmur longingly into his neck.His breath hitched as your lips found his neck, and he let out a guttural moan. He couldn't deny the truth in your words; it had been a long time since he'd been able to be close to you like this.

Jun-Ho tangled one hand in your hair, pulling you closer, his voice a low, hoarse rumble in your ear. "You're right, love," he murmured, his mouth against your skin. "It has been too long. I need you just as badly."

He kissed your neck, then gently pushed you down onto the bed, hovering above you. His hands ran over your body, his touch both tender and possessive, his restraint hanging by a thread."I've missed touching you so much," he breathed against your skin. "Feeling you underneath me. Hearing the sounds you make."

You moan and arch into him. “please baby, come inside me, I need it” you murmur, taking off his boxers.The sound of your pleading words and the feel of your body arching into him was almost too much to bear. His control was slipping, his desire taking over.

With a low, hoarse murmur he complied with your request, discarding his boxers completely. He positioned himself between your legs, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps."You drive me completely wild, love," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I can't resist when you make those sounds, when you're begging me like that. It's what I need too.

You moan and move with him as you place your lips on him kissing him. “Always soo deep” you murmur moaning between kisses.He groaned as you wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into your heat. His mind was drowning in a sea of pleasure, every nerve in his body on fire as he moved with you.

With every kiss, every touch, he lost more control, the desire pulsating between you two becoming more intense. He couldn’t get enough of you, of how you made him feel, of how you made him want you even more.“You feel so good, love,” he growled against your lips, his voice ragged and filled with need.

You moan feeling him increase his thrusts.He pressed deeper into you, each thrust a little rougher, his need for you increasing with every passing moment. He moved against you, a primal rhythm taking over, his breath coming in labored gasps against your skin.He could feel every part of you, every contour and curve, and it was driving him crazy. His hands roamed over your body, his touch becoming more urgent, trying to get as close to you as possible.

"You're incredible," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You make me feel things I've never felt before, and I can't get enough of you."

His head dropped down to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he continued to move with you. He was close, so close to losing himself completely.He lifted his head up slightly, his eyes finding yours, his gaze burning into you. "I don't ever want this to end," he whispered, his voice rough and filled with a raw honesty. "Just me and you, like this, forever."

You nod and kiss him again. Jun-Ho's thrusts became more and more animalistic, bringing both of them to the limit.The kiss between you was intense and frenzied, a testament to the need you both felt for one another. Every breath, every touch, was filled with a raw, primal desire.

His thrusts became more urgent, his control completely shattered now. He was lost in the feel of you, in the sound of your breathless moans and the way you gripped him, pulling him deeper into you."I can't hold on much longer, love," he managed to gasp out between harsh breaths. "You feel too good".

You moan at his words and nip at his neck. “Baby, I'm about to come,” you murmur.His breaths against your skin grew more ragged, his movements more erratic. He was on the edge, his whole body coiled tight like a spring, ready to snap.

The sound of your voice, the words you spoke, pushed him even closer to the brink. “That's it, love,” he grunted against your neck, his voice rough and needy. “Come for me. I need to feel you."

You moan feeling his thrusts getting harder and harder, drilling inside you and you came screaming his name. You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming too much.

Your scream of ecstasy and the feel of your teeth on his skin sent him over the edge. He was completely undone, his control shattered.He shuddered against you, his body tensing as his own release overtook him. He groaned loudly, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you tightly against him.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was the ragged breaths you both tried to regain control of. He collapsed next to you, pulling you tightly into his arms, his head resting on your chest."You drive me absolutely wild," he murmured against your skin, still trying to catch his breath.

You smiled as you tried to catch your breath and hugged him softly while he was still buried inside you. "Are you feeling better?" You whisper softly.

He leaned into your touch, his body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. He couldn’t help but smile at your question, the simple words having so much meaning behind them. Jun-ho pulled you closer, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he rested his head against your chest. "I think feeling better is an understatement," he replied, his voice still slightly breathless.

He paused, then added, "But being here, like this, with you...it's exactly what I needed."You smile softly at his words and kiss his jaw. "I love you".

He closed his eyes, his smile growing wider as you kissed his jaw. The feel of your lips on his skin, the sound of your voice, it filled him with a profound sense of contentment and peace."I love you too," he replied, the words leaving his lips easily and wholeheartedly. "More than anything in this world."

I smiled and hugged him even tighter.You stayed snuggled up all night ignoring for once the problems around you.

[delusionalwh6re]

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ taste

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ lee myung-gi x fem!reader

warnings: 🔞smut, fem receiving!oral, squirting, fingering, language, dirty talk, and overstimulation

summary: your man loves being between your thighs

authore’s note: A LIL SUM WHILE I WRITE THIS LONG DETAILED ASS SMUT.. it’s taking me foreva im so maddd 💔

i tried so hard not to laugh while making this in PUBLIC.

Your mind was foggy. Head spinning as your mind raced with all types of feelings. The sensation between your legs becoming stronger as you started to shake.

A gasp left your mouth when Myung-gi placed yet another lick onto your slit. He firmly pressed his tongue on your flesh as he dragged it up to suck on your clit.

“Fuck” left your mouth as your back arched causing him to only suck harder as if you were floating away

Your moans only got louder as you grabbed onto his hair which turned him on through the roof. Lifting your hand up with what little strength you had left to try and pry his greedy mouth off of you.

Myung-gi had been doing this for hours. Not letting up until HE was ready to — which would probably be never.

If there was one thing about him it was that this man was a munch. He could spend the rest of his life smuggled between your thighs, hell maybe even a whole day if you let him.

Which there’s been a few times you have — how could you resist him?

“Pleasee” you whined gripping onto the fitted sheets next to you — a desperate plea for all of this to end

His mouth finally popped off of you with a ‘pwah’

“Use your words baby, please what?”

He knew exactly what he was doing. A smug grin forming on his face as he finally caught sight of you.

He did this teasing thing where he would let you cum, then drag another orgasm out of you just to deny you at the very last second, and finally let you gush all over him again. The process being repeated.

But at the end of the day, he always took care of you.

You were completely naked, laying bare in front of him — lips swollen, boobs bouncing with each heavy breath your took, eyes watering, skin sweaty, hair frizzy. The most beautiful sight he ever saw.

Now Myung-gi was a lot of things, a pussy pleaser being one of them. You could even say his greatest gift. No matter what he always put your pleasure first.

It didn’t take long for you to tell him what you wanted. Grabbing him by the back of his head to press him against your pussy. Moans started leaving your mouth as he instantly got to work.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted throwing your head back as his lips sloppily kissed your lower ones — squelching noises being heard through the room.

He grunted, pausing for a second before throwing your shaky legs over his shoulders. Slightly lifting them up to get better access to your sweet center.

The sounds leaving your mouth completely pornagraphic at this point as the man under you devoured you like his last meal.

“Myung-gi” you whimpered feeling his plump lips leave hard suckles onto your swollen bud.

Tears forming in your eyes as the familiar ache in your core started to unravel. Lifting your head up to look at him — making you nearly gush at the sight.

His eyes were low as he never once took them off you, which only kept his motivation going. The fluffy hair he usually kept put together now messy, his face practically covered in your juices, his muscles flexing with each move he made on you.

You reached out for him. You needed something, anything to keep you from feeling like you were gonna explode. His hand met yours, intertwining them gently.

His tongues swirled in ways he knew you liked. Being used to his antics you could tell what he was up to, trying to bring you to your breaking point. Essentially trying to make you tap out.

“So, so good. Tastes so good my love” his voice muffled against your pussy.

He shook his head back and forth making you throb, feeling him get so desperate for you turned him on. The both of you really, bringing out a nasty side of each other nobody else could see.

“Like that” you moaned moving your hips up and down on his face.

“Yeah? You like that?” spelling out his name with his tongue, now using his finger to probe at your entrance.

“Mhm!” you nodded frantically crushing your thighs against his head slightly the closer you got.

A surprised scream leaving your throat when he slid his thick finger into your tight walls. Instantly curling it against your g-spot.

“Don’t stop” a tear flowing down your cheek, all of it being too much. The overstimulation catching up to you.

“You’re almost there” he praised gently. Inserting his middle finger inside of you before curling both of them up at the same time — just the way you liked it.

“I’m cumming!” you squealed closing your eyes as the ecstasy it all consumed you.

“There you go beautiful” he placed sloppy kisses at your center — licking up the cum that streamed out of you as you seized above him. Smirking at the sight of you letting his mouth pleasure you.

“Bae-babe, oh my gosh!” you squeezed his hand feeling a now different sensation.

“I gotchu” he rubbed your thigh up and down soothingly with his free hand “let go for me my love”

You weren’t able to speak before a loud splash was heard.

“Oh yeah, make that pussy squirt for me” Myung-gi sat up between your legs rubbing your clit back and forth — making sure you finished complete.

Once you broke out of your trance. You leaned up, a pout on your lips telling him all he needed to now — you were happy yet upset with him after all the torture he put you through.

“I love you too” he sarcastically smiled at you before leaning up to place a kiss on your stomach — that was covered in sweat.

“Ew get off of me” you whined trying to push him away as he now tried pressing a kiss against your lips.

“So I can’t have a kiss?” he tilted his head trying to hide his smirk.

“Boy bye, you seemed to be having the time of your life with my other lips. Go away” you faked an attitude knowing you wanted nothing more than him all over you

A gentle smack was laid onto your sensitive pussy causing you to hiss.

“And I enjoyed it” he smirked laying on you, with no care in the world as all his weight was against you.

“I can tell” you grumbled while your cheeks warmed up against your face

WHEWWW CHILE.. i had to take a couple breaks during this 😭 i was lowkey cringing but there was parts where i was like “hol on i nibbled a lil bit!” haha

don’t be afraid to sends reqs 😫 i would love to do more of these while writing longer more plot based smuts/fics! i find these a lot easier to do & they take me less than a day to do

[kamiversee]

𓆩 Crown of Sin 𓆪

Segment I Chapter: Two

❀ ~ Synopsis > In which you’re a princess who's given a total of six months to converge & inaugurate a solid plan secure enough to rid you of your fated marriage arrangements to Naoya Zenin. 

❀ ~ Content > language, tension, subtle (?) flirting, the faintest of touches, far too much eye contact, etc.

❀ ~ Word Count > 4.9k

❀ ~ Pairings > jjk men & women x f!reader.

{ chapters m!list }

——Now that you are engaged, time has never been more of the essence. You have six months to wiggle your way out of this arrangement and only your half-assed, last-minute plan to act off of. 

Who would have thought? The princess of the Eastern Nation requesting a harem just before she’d accepted Naoya Zenin’s proposal... It’s hardly been twenty-four hours since and yet word has spread all over. It’s the title of every article of news in everyone’s hands the morning following, a fact that comes quite present to you as one of these newsletters is tossed down onto a table before you.

“Care to explain why I retrieved this from my letter carrier this morning?” As a lecture from the third person this morning makes its approach to you, the letter in question lands on the table you find yourself seated at with a loud smack.

You’ve got your hands neatly met at your lap whilst you take a dramatic moment to pause and think about how you should go about explaining things this time around. You’d already had to deal with both your mother and father since you woke up and shortly after that array of scolding, you were sent off to the next person able to give you a mouthful concerning your impulsive decision from the night prior… Masamichi Yaga.

You swear in another life he could’ve very well been a professor of some sort because his voice quite tires you after some time. 

Given that, as your fingers intertwine and tumble over one another, you puff out a sigh of frustration and roll your eyes around the room, “I’m unsure of what it is you want me to say. Have my parents not already explained to you what I’ve explained to them?”

Yaga’s got two hands splayed out against the lengthy mahogany wooden table positioned only a few inches in front of you, with his head all angled to the side, and eyes narrowed to the utmost scrutiny toward you. It takes you a few moments before you actually meet his piercing gaze and even as you do, you only find your eyes falling to study the rest of his face shortly after.

He’s quite older than you and his age shows through his facial features, despite the commonly envious clear skin he possesses. Just as you find your eyes meeting his neatly kept facial hair, he interrupts your staring (again) with a huff, “I think it foolish of me to ask your parents what exactly was going on in your mind when you requested a Harem from your soon-to-be husb—”

“And I think it foolish of myself ever to allow any sort of marriage between me and the Zenin man to take place.” You cut off all in one solid breath. “Word of my Harem request has spread faster than the proposal itself. Does no one in this godforsaken palace find that not the least bit bizarre??”

For a moment, he falls quiet. A hold of eye contact passes by between the two of you before Yaga starts sighing again, “Perhaps that is because no one understands why you would request such a thing in the first place.”

You let off a short scoff, “Oh my word, you all care more about my request than my fiance himself! If he accepts and allows it to be, why can the rest of you not follow suit in silence?”

“Because the request was risky enough to send us into war,” Yaga explains to you with a judgemental narrow of his eyes, “His Majesty is not known to have a temper of grace.”

You’re quick to first reply with a lift of your hand, a shiny rock sitting oh-so-prettily on your ring finger, “And yet the night ended with me engaged and my request granted.”

Yaga’s gaze doesn’t waver and he pays your hand no mind whatsoever. Instead, the man stands up straight and paces closer to your end of the table, grabbing a vacant chair to your left and turning it around to face him before he sits and rests his arms against the back. 

He leans closer to you and his voice drops to a softened whisper, “Did you truly not think to inform anyone of your plans beforehand?”

“I considered doing so, yes.” You say with a shrug.

Skeptical, Yaga’s lips twitch. “Yet you didn’t. Why?”

Your brows pinch together and you find it odd how quickly his tone seems to have changed, “Because I would have been advised against it, obviously.” Then your eyes wander and your arms meet to fold. “But I still don’t understand what all these lectures are for. Again, my fiance has allowed me the liberty to form a harem as I please so, honestly, just what is the issue here?”

“Permission to pry, Your Highness?” Yaga requests, earning your full attention once more. Even his expression seems to have softened and you almost feel as though he can see straight through you.

Leading you to lift your shoulders again with slight casualty, “Granted, I suppose.”

He tilts his head out of genuine concern as his question smoothly leaves his lips, “Why did you ask for a Harem?”

You can only chuckle at this point. He’s probably the tenth person to ask you such a question. “Can a lady not request for some men to satisfy her…?” You respond rather innocently with a dumbfounded bat of your lashes.

The corner of his lips raise and he sighs through his nose softly, “That’s cute but, something tells me it’s a bit more than simply that?”

You take that as a sign to drop your act of innocence, shifting up from your seat to stand. “When men move to create harems, do they too receive this many inquiries on why?”

“Well—”

“Pardon my… crudeness, General Yaga,” The sudden adjustment to your tone is noted mentally by the man as you step around your end of the table and closer to his chair. “I have sexual desires I wish to exploit before I am forced to only act upon such desires with,” You shudder, “My fiance.”

You don’t miss the way he stiffens up where he sits, stammering out a surprised, “O-Oh.”

“Surely, you understand what it’s like to find yourself…” He hardly has any time to register how close you’ve gotten to him before you’re slithering around his seat with careful steps and trailing a featherlight touch up along his bulky arm, stopping at his shoulder to give a gentle squeeze, and leaning down to his ear to whisper, “Frustrated.”

Yaga immediately clears his throat and you can feel the way his body tenses beneath your touch. “You and I should not be having this kind of conversation—”

“And yet we are,” You smile, voice remaining near his ear as you proceed, “General, I consider this harem of mine my last act of fun before I’m… a married woman.”

He nods, just barely, “I see.”

“Do you?” A second hand meets his other shoulder as you remain stood behind him. Then, you lift your lips away from his ear, “Have you any idea how dreadful it is to imagine that one day I am to lay with Naoya Zenin?” He sighs and you give both of his shoulders a squeeze, noting the firmness you feel beneath your palms, “Place your formalities to the side for just a moment, and,” Your touch meets his chin faster than he cares to react to as you tip his head up, “Look at me.”

His eyes, a rather underrated deep shade of brown, soon settle on your face above his own. This is a man who’s been at war more times than he cares to count and yet he finds himself almost entirely defenseless when in the face of you. As such, his voice is airy whilst exiting his throat, “Princess, this…”

You smile kindly and drag a finger up along his jawline. “Does he strike you as the kind of man who knows even the first thing about pleasing a lady?”

His jaw clenches, most likely to your question but arguably to your touch as well, “I cannot—”

“Oh but,” You lean down-, closer, “You can.”

Yaga swallows thickly, the sound hitting your ears as you take in just how nervous you’ve made him. “I won’t.”

He watches as your brows furrow upwards, “You’re denying your princess a mere response?”

“I cannot speak down on his majesty’s…” Yaga bats his eyes at you, “Possible ignorance.”

The proximity between the two of you at present is enough to drive any sane man to madness. Yaga has found himself close to you times before but never like this. Your hair is done up so there isn’t a strand obscuring his view of your every feature or the way you stare down at him so intimately that it’s almost suffocating. 

Then follows your voice with such softness that it makes his heart pound in ways he rarely knows it to. “I believe I’ve ordered you to drop the formalities for just a moment.”

Shutting his eyes, Yaga sighs heavily. “I am a—”

“Man before anything else. And a man’s answer is what I desire at present so, tell me, General, does Naoya strike you as—”

“No,” He breathes out as his eyes snap open once more.

You’d grown closer, mere inches away from connection. Perhaps the lack of distance is why he so hesitantly allows his eyes to travel downward along your face..

“See? Was that so difficult?” You say with a taunting scoff before finally removing your touch entirely and pulling away with a turn toward the room’s exit, “God, you men are so dramatic—”

“Though,” Yaga starts up. Your feet come to a stop but you don’t turn around, instead listening to the soft creak of wood against the flooring as he rises from his seat, followed by approaching steps. The man stops just behind you, hardly a step away. “You do not strike me as a woman who understands that all actions have appropriate consequences.”

“Or perhaps I am a woman who expects such… ‘consequences.’” Swiftly, you swivel around to face him once again. In doing so, he finds your body questionably close to his once again—with it, approaching your light fragrant into his nose. “I take it your silence is to speak for your confusion?”

“Yes…” He utters nearly dejectedly.

A grin spreads across your face before you smoothly lift a hand to the outskirts of his uniform lining, “Mh.” You hum to yourself in thought as you watch your hands dance along the navy blue fabric before you, “General, if I invited you into my harem, would you join?”

Taken aback, he scoffs, “That is wildly inappropriate—”

“No more inappropriate than the conversation you just held with me,” You cut off with a raise of your head, the simple meet of your gaze to his enough to have his usual hard exterior soften in face of you. 

With hardly a moment to ponder, Yaga answers you with a huff of irritation, “I do not know if I would join.”

You snort, “Right. But, you felt something moments ago, did you not?”

“I felt nothing.” He claims.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Unless you plan to actually invite me into that harem of yours,” He makes a small, almost unnoticeable, move toward you—leading your hands to flatten out against his torso, “I refuse to elaborate on anything I may or may not have felt within the time you and I have been in this room.”

“And that, General,” You pause, pushing closer so that the gap between you and him practically closes as you whisper, “Is exactly why my scheme will work.”

Clear bewilderment washes over his face, “What? What ‘scheme’?”

Your body slid away from him so quickly that it was almost as though it were never against his in the first place. “Do you see how you allowed lust to cloud whatever initial judgment you held toward me?” You ask rhetorically, making a sharp spin on your toes toward a nearby cabinet.

“I do not—”

“Most people operate rather similarly on a day-to-day basis.” Your words exit you flawlessly without even so much as another glance toward him, “Lust clouds the mind just as well as love is known to but,” You shrug. “At a quicker rate.”

“Slow down, what—”

“I will be using lust to drive the members of my harem so wildly insane that they’ll be willing to go to lengths unknown simply for my sake.” Your rambling finally comes to an end with that statement.

Yaga is left bewildered as he remains in the very place you left him, watching you diligently forage through a recently opened cabinet for something.

“…Only love does that to a person,” The man eventually responds to you.

Chuckling, moreso to yourself, “I have six months.”

“You-,” He blinks, “You plan to… make people fall in lust with you? My lady, as direct as this may be, many are already feeling such.”

“Including you?” You chirp.

The sound of him sighing, probably for the millionth time since the sun has risen today, can be heard amid your rummage. “I am serious. You are well sought after, especially as word of your harem spreads further and further. Do you know how many people will be at the palace gates hoping to join?”

Suddenly turning elsewhere, you pace toward the room door and crack it open for a second, briefly interacting with your knight before retrieving something Yaga is unable to identify from where he stands until you shut the door and turn to him. 

“That is of no concern to me considering I already have people in mind,” You tell him cheerfully.

His brows twitch but do not meet, “You do?”

“Yes,” You approach him and extend out your hand. “Here.” Within your grasp holds what seems to be eight documents, their contents unknown to the General in front of you.

He is a bit hesitant to take the small stack from you but once he does, he steadily allows his gaze to lower onto what he now holds. The first document earns an instant scoff, followed by a small smile of unseriousness, “You jest.” He says.

Your brows raise, “I do not.”

“These are…” Yaga trails off for a long moment while he flips through the documents you’ve handed him—each one containing a profile of some sort.

After his beat of silence, you loom closer to peak into his hands, as if you aren’t already aware of the paper’s contents, and he gives his throat a soft clearing before reading through in summarization. 

Flipping through each profile, Yaga reads them aloud, “Gojo Satoru, prince of the Northern Nation. Lord Geto, the duke of the northeast. Lord Nanami, Duke of Middom. Your knight, Lady Tsukumo. Prince Hajime, of the south. And, two others who aren’t even noblemen.”

You point to the name at the top of the document he’s paused on, “He's an ex-mercenary.”

Yaga shakes his head, “I know who he is, or-, what he is for that matter. You cannot be serious, he’s a barbarian—”

“And he,” You flip to the next page for him, “Comes from a noble family.”

He practically frog-blinks at you in the slowest of fashions, “He’s… a farmer.”

“Rumored to be quite handsome at that,” You inform, earning a cocked eyebrow and a look of pure skepticism. “Whaaat? I am putting together a harem after all.”

Brushing that comment off entirely, Yaga turns to the last document given to him and studies it thoroughly. “When you requested one, I did not think you would make an attempt to gather all other available men of power.”

“So…” You trail off a bit, leaning forward and then giving him a slight nudge on his arm to gain his eyes on you again, “What do you think?”

Yaga shrugs. “Nothing. I am confused.”

You frown, “Put two and two together.”

It takes another beat of stillness to pass before he looks back down to the papers at hand and flips through them again. You watch as he shuffles through each one, letting out a hum or two at some of the information collected on certain pages. The fluttering of papers quickly becomes the only sound shared within the space you two occupy.

Eventually, Yaga takes a long pause at the eighth document, noticing that it isn’t a profile at all—it almost looks like a royal invitation. “...You are using the harem as a coverup.” He breathes out suddenly.

The smile you had moments ago returns to your features and you cannot help but nod, “Mhm…”

He finds himself nodding to himself as he pieces it all together, “Your true intent is to get these men on your side against… Oh my God.”

“Has it finally clicked for you?” 

Yaga nearly grasps at your arms in one swift motion, a motion unthought of beforehand as his surprise takes over. Then he begins to lay it all out, “That whole talk of lust and love. You-, you want to seduce these men into joining your harem, out of lust, and then have them fall for you over these next six months because when a man, especially one of power, is in love they’re willing to drive to—”

“Lengths unknown for that of which they love,” You chuckle nervously. 

He unintentionally gives you a slight shake, “The Harem is a coverup.” He repeats.

It’s then that you snort, “Oh no, the harem is very much real. I do plan to partake in debauchery with these men.”

His head tilts, “...For the sake of your nation?”

“Well, sure,” You murmur sheepishly.

For the first time since he’d dragged you into this room, he smiles, “And what if they do not join?”

You find his excitement endearing, in a way. “They will.”

“How can you be sure–”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Perhaps it was the sudden question but, he then realizes the way he is holding onto your arms and quickly removes his hands from you with a respectful step back, “I…”

“Exactly,” You quip, unconsciously brushing off the areas of your skin in which his touch had just been, “And you hesitate to answer after only an hour alone with me. Do you doubt my capabilities, General?”

His head shakes before his mouth moves, “Of course not.”

“Then tell me this is a good plan!” You exclaim.

“It is brilliant-, genius, even.” He raves, “But, there are so many things that could go wrong. What if the six months pass and none of them fall in love with you?”

“Do you believe that to be possible?” Another rhetorical question leaves you as your eyes begin to wonder in thought, “I think six months is more than enough time to give someone to fall for me, especially if I am laying with them nearly every night.”

“I see. Lust to love.” You begin to pace back over to that cabinet you left open from before and his eyes merely follow you. “And what if this does work? What’ll happen if all of your harem members fall for you, prepare to join us in a war against the east, and Prince Naoya admits defeat?”

Your chin angles upwards while you go to reach for something, “The wedding will be called off and I will be a free woman.”

“How? What will you do with your harem?” Yaga questions.

You snort, palm coming in contact with your next object of desire, “Well, I will marry one of them, obviously.”

“And what of the rest—”

“Or all,” You finish, pulling down your item and inspecting it, “Polygamy is not uncommon as you all think it is.”

Yaga is baffled by you once more, “Are you serious?”

“Quite.” You say with a sharp turn.

“What if—”

“You ask far too many questions,” Nearly groaning, you stride back over to the table.

He nears the table alongside you, “My apologies, I’m just concerned. Just, one more…? Uh, when do you plan to act on this scheme of yours?”

“Technically I’ve already acted upon them but—oh!” You roll out the lengthy item you’d retrieved from the cabinet onto the outstretch of the table, “I would like to begin my travels as soon as possible.”

Yaga chokes, “Travels?”

You look at him, “You didn’t think I would just send out a letter and hope they show up, did you?”

“Well…”

“I shall ask each person to join my harem face to face!” In comes your beaming smile, one of which Yaga does not believe he has the pleasure of seeing too often.

After another sigh, he nods, “That is wise. It is quite hard to deny you when you are…” Pausing, he takes in your full attention and a moment of shared gaze passes by before he finishes in a gentle undertone, “Face to face.”

“Exactly.” Your undertone matches his before you look down to what you’ve spread out against the table—a map. “Now that all of that is settled, care to plan out a safe route of travel for me?”

He pries his eyes away from you and looks to the map ahead of him, “Of course.”

“Thank you, General Yaga.” You give a warming show of gratitude by placing a hand on his shoulder, “What ever would I do without you?”

He huffs through his nose, “Deal with less lectures, I suppose.”

You chuckle at that. Then you remove your hand and run it over the spread of the large map below, “Oh, and uhm, I would prefer this travel route to be done by tonight?”

He coughs, “Pardon?”

“I should like to leave tomorrow.” You request as your hand leaves the map.

His head whips to you, “Tomorrow?!”

“Mhm!” By the time you are in his sights, you’ve quickly made your way back toward the room’s exiting door, “Thank you in advance!!”

“I—” He couldn’t even form another syllable on his tongue before you’d disappeared out of the room.

Some lecture that was. His objective was to talk you out of whatever silly plan you’d made up in that mind of yours—per your father’s request. And yet somewhere along the lines, Yaga thinks he’d found himself distracted…

Which was unusual, to say the least. Typically, he is very goal-driven and never strays far from his plan of action. However, he is also man enough to admit that this plan of yours has more potential than he could have ever expected. Hell, he’s almost jealous he didn’t come up with it himself.

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So, as he works to curate a safe passage of travel for you to explore the nations on a hunt for your men, you busy yourself with explaining the same plan to any others close to you who desire to understand what came of you the night prior.

Such as your overly-stressed royal advisor, Higuruma.

“It isn’t as wild as you think it is, ‘Hiro.” You sigh, laid down comfortably across your bed whilst he impatiently paces back and forth mere inches away.

“It is dangerous.” Higuruma explains to you as he rubs at his temples, “Do you know how long it takes to travel to the north nation?”

You look at him ruefully, “Well, I—”

“At least a week, and once you do get there, who knows how long it’ll take you to convince Prince Satoru, of all people, to join this-, this harem of yours!” He shouts, startling the nearby maids who diligently work to pack things in preparation for your traveling.

Although it took quite some time, your mother and father had already come to terms with your plans and left the final decision of whether or not you should act on them to Yaga. Seeing as that went perfectly for you, you now lay comfortably as things are gathered for you. 

Moving to sit up, your legs dangle off the edge of your large bed and you watch Higuruma as he drives himself crazy. “It willn’t take me long, I swear.” You tell him, your voice soft.

His feet come to an immediate halt before he turns to you, eyes pouring with worry, “But what if it does, my lady?”

“It won’t,” You attempt to flash him a reassuring smile but it has little effect.

Hence why he rolls his eyes elsewhere, “You do not understand the risks of your own acts and it drives me mad.”

“Why? If the General can understand it then—”

Your advisor flashes you a momentary glare, “The General does not care for you in the ways I…” He exhales sharply. “Have been taught to.”

A quiet befalls the two of you.

But, it only lasts for a short while before you hop off of your bed and near him. He naturally straightens his posture as you draw closer, looking everywhere else but at you. All as you stare so pointedly up at him, taking in his features—those naturally widened-tired eyes, peculiarly large nose, clean shaved face, and strands of hair that he allows to fall perfectly loose to the right of his forehead.

“I wish for you to accompany me,” You tell him, earning a slow return of his gaze.

Now looking down at you, you can almost feel his constant tiredness oozing off of his irises. Then, he sighs rather heavily, “In what world would I deny you of any of your wishes, my lady?”

Your arms wrap around him before he has time to react and he freezes at your sudden embrace. You rest your cheek against his chest and notice his heartbeat steadily picking up. “‘Hiro, I am so thankful to you, always.”

“What brings this on so suddenly?” He chuckles, lifting his arms so that he can wrap only one around you.

“Nothing in particular,” Your head shifts and you stare up at him.

He, again, looks elsewhere. “I see.” He says dryly. Then, he swallows, “You know.. It is one thing that I allow you to address me by my first name but this nickname you’ve picked up for me recently is a bit too casual, no?”

Your brows meet, “Are you not fond of it?”

He’s quick to shoot you a defensive look, “I am fond of anything you call me.”

“Oh?” You nearly smirk.

“A-Any nickname, that is,” He stammers. “I just think that you would hear of odd… rumors, if this new nickname were to be heard by,” His head motions toward the busy maids, “Certain company.”

Following his nod, “Oh, I see.” You say flatly. “My apologies then, Sir Higuruma.” The hug you two shared comes to a comfortable end as you pull away from him and turn back to your bed, “Forgive my recent affections, I am quite excited for the next few weeks if I’m being honest.”

He makes no note of any affection you display, especially considering you’ve always acted this way with him. “For your-, our travels, I presume?”

“Yes but, mainly because our first destination is the north. I haven’t seen Satoru in years.” You sigh with a comfortable plop down on your bed, “That, and I heard it snows up there all year long, can you believe that?”

Higuruma replies with a tender nod, “I can.”

The conversation comes to an end there, with you rolling about your bed to get a look over to your nearby balcony doors that are wide open. Your eyes hold this gleam of joy in them—despite all doubts, you’re sure your travels will commence safely. 

You may find yourself away from your kingdom for quite a while as you go on this escapade to collect men in the name of escaping the marriage months from now but, something tells you this will be fun above all else. And not to mention, the first person you’ll be seeing is Gojo Satoru.

It’s been a good two to three years since you and him have been in the same space and from what you remember, he was never bad company to keep. Hell, he’s a lot like you in more ways than one; firstborn, only child, heir to a throne you never quite really asked for, sought after, attractive…

It will be nice to familiarize yourself with him once more, even if you plan to seduce him. Speaking of which, it only leads you to wonder… does he even hold an interest in you—romantically speaking? Or hell, even in a sense of lust?

You don’t think you can remember if his eyes ever wondered upon you or if he’s ever even said anything flirtatious to you. Gojo, from what you remember, was always just… casual with you.

Will you be able to change that?

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[moonlitwitchdaisy]

bodyguard!toji was a man who stood out wherever he went.

there were plenty of reasons for this. first of all, he was a genuinely big guy. with a build like that, it wasn’t surprising that heads turned the moment he stepped into any place. he was basically made for the job. the other reason? well, he was just ridiculously handsome.

after the latest scandal, your father had to take control of the family’s image. naturally, the most logical solution was to find a bodyguard who could actually keep you in check. you’d had bodyguards before, but none of them could handle your recklessness and carefree attitude.

but this mysterious man, so much older than you, was honestly a nightmare.

wherever you went, he was there. shopping? he’d be by your side even if you walked around for five hours. heading to a club? he’d show up to snatch your drink out of your hand if you drank too much. you’d tried to escape a few times, but it usually ended with him showing up in front of you by the tenth second, saying, “running away won’t work, ma’am,” and sticking to you like glue again.

in short, there was no escaping this man.

worse yet, he never said a word to you beyond the usual “good morning, ma’am,” “good evening, ma’am,” or “where are you headed, ma’am?” you weren’t in a position to be friends. for one, he was your bodyguard. and he was much, much older than you. the kind of age gap where having anything in common seemed impossible. not that you wanted friendship anyway. all you wanted was to feel like you weren’t completely alone.

“do you have friends, fushiguro?” you asked him as you sat in the car on the way home from meeting up with your friends.

“i can’t disclose any information about my personal life, ma’am,” he replied, short and to the point.

you laughed and teased, “it was just a simple question.”

your bodyguard turned his expressionless, intimidating face toward you. “please focus on deciding what you’ll wear for tonight’s gala, ma’am. your father requested you wear a navy-blue dress.”

“that old man controls everything about my life. what century does he think we’re living in? and why are you telling me this now?” the fact that your father had informed your bodyguard instead of you about what you should wear annoyed you.

“i mentioned it yesterday morning, ma’am.”

shit, did he? you didn’t remember a thing. “you can call me by my name, fushiguro. you’re older than me, after all.”

his face remained unreadable. “noted, ma’am.”

you frowned at his stubbornness. “didn’t you just hear what i said?”

in his usual stern tone, he responded, “i heard you, ma’am.”

“gosh…” you leaned back against the leather seat, looking out the window. “you’re never going to stop calling me ‘ma’am,’ are you, fushiguro?”

“never, ma’am.”

once again, you were reminded that having anything close to a normal conversation with this man was hopeless.

that evening, as you applied your makeup for the gala, your eyes wandered to the navy-blue dress hanging in your dressing room closet. it was just as your father wanted. the velvet, sleeveless gown was elegant and definitely gave off the impression of being “the daughter of one of the most important families in the world.” you actually loved the dress. what you didn’t love was your father dictating even the color of your outfit.

after one last look in the mirror, you headed to your dressing room to get dressed. shrugging off the satin robe, you slipped into the gown that lightly tickled your skin. your hand reached for the zipper at the back, trying to pull it up.

but that’s as far as you got.

no matter how much you tried, the zipper refused to move. it must’ve gotten caught in the fabric. grumbling to yourself about having to take the dress off to fix it, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. that familiar stern, respectful voice called out.

“ma’am, are you ready?”

you would be. if the zipper would cooperate, you’d definitely be ready.

“uhh, just a second! i’m having a minor fashion emergency.”

“is everything all right, ma’am?” this time, his voice sounded concerned.

“yeah, yeah, i just… my zipper’s stuck, but i’ll handle it. please wait a moment, fushiguro.”

there was a brief silence. while still trying to fix the zipper without taking the dress off, you heard him again. “ma’am, if you wish, i can assist you.”

honestly, help sounded really good right now.

“a little help would be great!” you called out in relief, and the door slowly opened.

toji stepped in, wearing his perfectly tailored black suit. of course, he was always in a suit. come to think of it, you’d never seen him in casual clothes.

his sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on you, standing by the mirror in your dressing area, holding up the gown to keep it from slipping. without wasting a second, he walked over, stepping behind you. his hands hovered over your loose hair, silently asking for permission before gently moving it to the front.

you regretted asking for help immediately because now your heart was racing.

you couldn’t understand why. sure, he was handsome, muscular, and incredibly mature, but you’d never been this flustered around him before.

toji’s large hands quickly fixed the stuck zipper, but he didn’t pull it up right away. you weren’t sure why he hesitated. he should’ve just zipped it and ended this. stealing a glance in the mirror, you saw your handsome bodyguard swallowing hard, as if he was battling some inner turmoil, like he thought he was doing something wrong.

his thick fingers finally gripped the zipper, pulling it up slowly. you dropped your gaze to the floor, feeling every slight touch of his fingers against your skin. the slow movements only made things worse, as if he was deliberately savoring the contact.

this was definitely wrong. you shouldn’t have felt butterflies in your stomach. your heart shouldn’t have raced faster with every light graze of his fingers against your back. in fact, he shouldn’t have been the one helping you at all.

when he finally zipped the dress up to the top, his fingers lingered on the zipper. you kept your eyes down, but you could feel his intense gaze through the mirror.

“you look beautiful, ma’am. your father will be pleased with your choice,” he said in his usual deep, stern tone, though it was softer than usual.

“thank you.” your eyes flickered to the mirror, locking onto his green ones. for the first time, his usually stoic and unreadable eyes seemed to hold something unsaid.

“you’re welcome, ma’am.” his hand moved away from the zipper, but not before his fingers brushed against the bare skin of your arm. his movements were deliberate, as if he wanted to savor the warmth of your skin for just a second longer.

you kept staring at him through the mirror. when his fingers reached your wrist, they paused. his calloused fingertips traced small circles there, and without breaking eye contact, he leaned slightly toward the side of your exposed neck.

“every color you wear suits you, princess, but this one… this one’s the best yet.”

you forgot how to breathe. how to speak. all you could do was stand there, frozen, feeling his calloused fingers brush against your wrist and the weight of his words settle into your chest.

then, just like that, he stepped back, severing all contact. “please put on your shoes. i’ll be waiting downstairs, ma’am.”

even after he left the room, you stood there in front of the mirror, completely still. whatever had just happened, you couldn’t make sense of it. was it the way he touched your skin, or was it the compliment? you didn’t know. all you knew was that you stood there like an idiot, reliving the moment.

but the thing that stuck with you the most? it wasn’t the touch, the compliment, or the lingering gazes.

it was the way he’d called you “princess.”

so many people had called you that before, but hearing it from bodyguard!toji felt entirely different. it was like indulging in something you weren’t supposed to have. a sinful kind of pleasure.

for the first time in your life, in a world where you despised being controlled, you found yourself wishing to be held back by someone.

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The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, light corruption kink, reader in her 20s

Conventional Alpha can wait I need more Viktor 🤣

Dearest reader, with the city abuzz with the newest ladies heading into this year’s social season, I’d like to comment on some gracious progress from our beloved men of progress. Two men from very different lives now living in the grandest building in our lovely city, the councils palace, I do wonder though if this is indeed the year a particular man of science finally permits eager mamas and eager young ladies a chance to bask in his presence? or will our lovely city simply see him as different as always and therefore make his indifference scowl on his face as always? We shall see indeed.

There’s a rush of light behind your eyelids and a groan leaving your lips as your lady maid opens the curtains too early once again.

“Good morning my lady” Mercy greets you.

“Morning Mercy” you sigh finally opening your eyes.

“How did you sleep?” She asks smiling at you.

“Fine” you sigh again sitting up rubbing your eyes.

“Well then, let’s get you bathed and dressed, I’m sure my lady is excited for this years social season” she grins much more happy than you are about this years season. You managed to miss a few social seasons, begging and possibly bribing your papa into letting you miss a few years, of course he cannot handle his darling daughters puppy dog eyes which might you add have perfected, though your mama wasn’t as happy at his caving than you were.

“Ecstatic” you mumble.

The social season, a time for parading, fluttering your eyelashes and fanning yourself oh so elegantly so that you may attract a suitor, what a stupid game. Being raised as a fine young lady of society this is what you’ve been preparing for your whole life and yet you’d rather dive into the river off the bridge that divides Piltover and Zaun. You wonder if you could sneak over without a guard noticing, maybe flutter your eyelashes and show a little skin, gods, the thought makes you want to gag. The dress your mama had bought for you is elegant and silky in looks, the cream fabric letting off a shine. Mercy has pinned your hair up nicely with a few small gemmed flowers and applied a lovely shade of rouge even if you despise the feel of it. Problem is, you feel horrible. Out of place, like you’re about to burst from the corset you’re wearing, you fear, if your breasts were pushed any higher they may indeed fall out the top of this dress. You prefer more covering dresses ones that don’t leave you so exposed even if nothing is truely exposed according to society.

“Would you stop adjusting yourself?” Your mama huffs at you slapping your hand from your dress. You sigh and look out the window to the carriage instead. Your papa gives you a brief smile which you return before the carriage slows and the great council palace looms above you. You never understood this part of the social season, presenting yourself to the council, an odd thing really, but here you are with the numerous amount of other ladies attending. The wait is what makes your hands clam in your gloves, standing there waiting for a guardsman to call your name so you can walk in, let the whole of Piltover judge you along with the council and leave, stupid. The dresses really are pretty though, similar in cream colours with gold accents or silver accents depending on the ladies, some even adorning rose gold or a darker silver. Trims of all different types from lace, flowers, gems, sequins or mixes, a long trail of material behind to add to the flare. You should feel pretty, your mama only goes to the best modiste and a glorious modiste she is at that, your body is just… a little heavier than it ought to be according to your mama. While you do so love sweets you rarely eat them anymore, the looks stopping you, the shame. You can’t ponder too long as your name is called, your mother gives you a nod, tells you to smile before the grand doors open. It feels like a rush of air, all the people, the faces the imposing table of the grand council. You forget to breathe as you walk, daring not to make any noise besides the movement of your dress. You approach their table, stand in the middle, Council woman Mel Medarda, Council woman Cassandra Kiramman, Council woman Shoola, Councilman Irius Bolbok, Councilman Torman Hoskel, Councilman Salo and their newest edition Councilman Jayce Talis man of progress, gods how you wish the ground would swallow you. Mel Medarda is known in your family, a friend even, you hope, she sits at the head of the table, offers you a smile before all the council men bow their head in respects and tradition before you’re practically running out of that horrid place.

The first soirée of the evening and your mother is already pointing out suitable (rich) bachelors, no thought for your feelings on the gentlemen’s frankly. Your father manages to steal her away and talk to the Kirammans, your mother does love bragging about her estate and wealth to even wealthier people. You manage to sneak to the side lines, dodging through ladies fawning and gentlemen sizing up this year’s newest editions. You however need out and somewhere quiet on the side lines to drink this horrid punch. You knock into someone along the way hearing an unceremonious clatter dulled by the music thankfully but not the nearby patrons.

“I’m so sorry” you bend down ungracefully just as your mother taught to you not too and pick up the gentlemen’s cane before standing back up and freezing. Duke Viktor, a man of progress, well known in his science and all of Piltover.

“I’m so sorry, My Duke” you now your head respectfully holding out his cane.

“It’s quite alright” he says and something about his voice makes you shiver. He takes his cane with long slender fingers and places it in the crook of his arm. He dismisses whoever he was speaking to with a wave of his hand his honey eyes still on you.

“Why is a lady such as yourself running from such festivities of a grand soirée?” He asks his finger lifting your chin so you look at him.

“I uh-“ you gulp a bit looking at the drink in your hand instead which thankfully you didn’t spill.

“Viktor!” You jolt at the sound of a loud voice and see Councilman Talis walking over.

“Councilman” Duke Viktor says nodding his head.

“Please, Viktor I’ve told you not to call me that” Councilman Talis chuckles before his eyes land on you.

“Ah, a lady! I apologise I did not realise you were preoccupied” The councilman smirks and you hear the annoyed sigh Duke Viktor gives his mouth opening before you cut in.

“That’s- I accidentally ran into the Duke, there was no conversation- I was just leaving” you nod quickly.

“Uh, goodnight” you nod again and rush off heart pounding in your chest unaware of the intrigued eyes that follow you.

Next part ->

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Underneath The Sun

Pairing:Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, teeny pinch of angst if you squint and ✨Smut✨

Authors Note: Love me some big masked man🤭

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The sound of boots scuffing against the wooden floor broke the stillness of the house. You glanced up from the couch, heart leaping as Simon’s familiar silhouette filled the doorway. Dressed in his usual dark attire, mask still covering the lower half of his face, he stood there for a moment, his tired eyes softening as they landed on you.

“You’re home,” you whispered, rising to your feet.

He nodded, stepping inside and setting his duffel bag down by the door. “Yeah, love. I’m home.”

You crossed the room quickly, wrapping your arms around his broad frame. He hesitated for just a second before melting into the embrace, his strong arms enveloping you like a protective cocoon.

“I missed you,” you murmured into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of gunpowder and leather that clung to him.

“I missed you too,” he replied, his voice low and rough from weeks of barking orders and shouting over gunfire.

Simon reluctantly pulled away, reaching up to peel off his mask. His face, shadowed with stubble and exhaustion, was a sight you hadn’t seen in months. His lips quirked into a small smile as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin.

“You look tired,” you said softly, your fingers trailing along the lines of his jaw.

“And you look beautiful,” he countered without hesitation.

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you tugged him toward the couch. “Come on. Sit down. Let me take care of you for once.”

He chuckled, letting you guide him. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You survived,” you teased, handing him a cup of tea you’d made earlier. “Barely, I’m guessing.”

Simon smirked, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took a sip, his gaze fixed on you over the rim of the cup.

As the evening went on, the two of you settled into an easy rhythm. You asked about his mission—though he kept most of the details vague—and he asked about your work, your hobbies, the little things he had missed while he was away.

Eventually, the night grew quiet. Simon sat beside you on the couch, his hand resting on your thigh. His touch was warm, grounding, and when he turned to look at you, his expression was unreadable.

“I hate being away from you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Feels like I’m missing pieces of my life every time I leave.”

You placed your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. “You always come back, Simon. That’s what matters.”

He leaned closer, his forehead brushing against yours. “Not always sure I’ll make it back, love. But when I do... I just want to be with you.”

Your breath hitched as his lips hovered over yours, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. The kiss that followed was slow and tender at first, but it deepened quickly, his need for you evident in the way he pulled you closer, as though he couldn’t get enough.

He wrapped his arms around you and hauled you up while you kissed, taking you to your shared bedroom.

As Simon carried you into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him before lowering you gently onto the bed. His eyes darkened with desire as he hovered over you, his hand trailing slowly up your thigh, towards the elastic of your pants.

"Been thinkin' about this for weeks," he murmured, his gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. "Dreaming of havin' you beneath me, feelin' your soft skin, hearin' your breathy little moans..."

His fingers found the hem of your panties, and he tugged at them impatiently through your shorts. "Lift your hips for me, love. Wanna get these off you."

You obeyed, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties and shorts down your legs. As soon as they were gone, his hands slid back up, pushing your shirt out of the way. He settled between your thighs, his calloused fingers brushing over your most sensitive flesh.

"Bloody hell," he groaned. "You're soaked already, aren't you? Fuck, I've barely touched you..."

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, his touch maddeningly slow and teasing. His other hand slid under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and over your breasts. He tugged at your bra, unhooking the front clasp and freeing your aching nipples to the cool air of the room.

"Perfect," he breathed, his hot gaze raking over your exposed skin. "Absolutely fuckin' perfect..."

Leaning down, he captured one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive bud. At the same time, he pushed a finger inside you, stroking along your inner walls with a slow, steady rhythm.

"Tell me what you need," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me how to make you feel good, love."

He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of your dripping sex while his thumb continued its maddeningly slow circles around your clit. His mouth moved to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first.

You could only moan in response, arching your back off the bed as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Please," you gasped out. "Please, Simon... I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I can't... I can't wait anymore..."

His answering growl was primal, feral even. In an instant, he had his belt unbuckled and his zipper down, shoving his pants and boxers out of the way. His hard cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum.

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, positioning himself at your entrance. "Need to feel you, need to be inside you... Fuck, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

With one powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside you, filling you completely. He stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours as he savored the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him.

"Bloody hell," he groaned. "You feel... fuck, you feel incredible. So bloody perfect..."

He started to move then, his hips rolling in a steady, deep rhythm. Each thrust pushed him deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each pump of his hips.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight, quick circles. "That's it, love," he encouraged, his voice a low, guttural rasp in your ear. "Moan for me. Let me hear you. Wanna hear those sweet little sounds spillin' from your lips as I fuck this pretty little cunt."

He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim you thoroughly as he drove into you again and again. The kiss was filthy, passionate, and demanding, just like the man himself. And you could only cling to him, moaning wantonly into his mouth as you lost yourself completely to the pleasure he was giving you.

Simon's hips snapped forward, driving into you with a newfound urgency as he felt your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. He could feel your pleasure building, your body tensing beneath him as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, love," he growled, his voice ragged and low. "Gonna make you come on my cock. Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my seed until it's drippin' down your thighs."

His fingers rubbed faster over your clit, the rough pad of his thumb circling the sensitive nub in quick, tight rotations. At the same time, he angled his hips, driving into you at a new angle that had him hitting that secret spot deep inside you with every powerful thrust.

"Come on, baby. Give it to me," he demanded, his lips brushing against your ear as he panted harshly against your neck. "I wanna feel this pretty pussy clench around me as you come apart. Wanna hear you scream my name, let the whole fuckin' neighborhood know who you belong to."

He could feel his own release approaching, his heavy balls drawing up tight to his body as the tension built at the base of his spine. But he held back, determined to bring you over the edge first, to watch you shatter in ecstasy beneath him.

"Please," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him for dear life. "Please, Simon... I'm so close. I can't... I can't hold back anymore."

"Then don't," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Let go, love. Fuckin' let go for me."

With a keening cry, you did just that, your body convulsing beneath him as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clamped down around his cock like a vice, your walls pulsing and fluttering as you came undone.

"Fuck, yes!" Simon roared, slamming into you one last time as he found his own release. His cock jerked and throbbed inside you, painting your insides with thick ropes of his hot, sticky seed.

He collapsed against you, his sweat-slicked skin pressing against yours as he struggled to catch his breath. His hips continued to rock into you, grinding against your sensitive flesh as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense climax.

"Bloody hell," he gasped, his lips brushing against your jaw. "That was... fuck, that was incredible."

He rolled to the side, pulling you with him so that you were draped across his broad chest, your head pillowed on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the sweat cooled on your skin.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "More than anythin' in this fucked up world."

You could only hum contentedly in response, your body molding perfectly to his as you drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in the arms of the man you loved. In that moment, nothing else mattered - not the war, not the danger that always seemed to lurk around the corner, not the uncertainty of the future. There was only the two of you, wrapped up in each other, lost in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

And as sleep claimed you both, Simon held you closer, his arms tightening around you possessively. In his dreams, he was still fighting to keep you safe, still battling the demons that threatened to tear you away from him. But for now, in the quiet of the night, he had you in his arms, and that was enough. That was everything.

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The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues of orange and gold. You stirred, blinking sleepily as you realized you were still tangled in Simon’s arms. His chest rose and fell steadily, his features relaxed in a way you rarely saw.

You traced a finger along the curve of his jaw, marveling at the man who had claimed your heart. He stirred at your touch, his eyes fluttering open.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips.

He tightened his hold on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Can we stay here all day?”

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m pretty sure you’d get restless after an hour.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Fair point.”

For a moment, you both lay there in comfortable silence, the world outside fading into insignificance. Eventually, Simon tilted his head up to meet your gaze.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“For what?”

“For being here. For being you.”

You leaned down to kiss him, pouring all your love into the simple gesture. “Always, Simon. Always.”

The day ahead could wait. For now, the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the peace that came with being together again.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Dollhood

Dollhood is a follow-up to Humanity.

I'm sitting on her lap. The witch's hands were on my back, massaging me with a gentle firmness. I stare down at the glass of iced tea she poured me moments ago. I can't take my eyes off it.

"Take all the time you need, darling." She whispers in my ear. I shudder and let out a ragged exhale. "Becoming is a very big moment."

I very slowly, very deliberately, reach out and grab the drink with both hands. I pull it closer to me. I can hear myself breathing. I hold it up to my mouth. I feel her hands get softer and gentler. I... take a sip...

...oh. Oh.

I take another sip. And another. Each time I take just a bit more, and keep it in my mouth just a bit longer. Everything about it is so... perfect. The flavour, the temperature, the texture, the mix... I never knew iced tea could taste so lovely.

It's done. I set the empty glass down and let the feeling sink in. I'm going to become a doll.

The witch wraps her arms around me, pulling me against her torso. I just noticed how heavily I'm breathing.

"Did it taste good, darling?" Oh god, her voice is wonderful.

"Yes Miss."

Chills. A static runs up my spine and tickles my skin. "Miss..." I can't help but repeat it under my breath. It was automatic, a reflex, a natural reaction to her.

She laughs. She coos at me like I'm an adorable, beloved pet. "Oh, you're already such a good doll~"

I can't keep it up anymore. I just melt into her. I'm her doll. I'm her good doll.

"What else do you feel? I want to know everything. I've been waiting for this almost as long as you have."

Miss wants to know everything.

"I feel amazing." The words fall out of me. I'm barely trying to speak, but... it takes so little effort to follow her orders. "I feel a little stiff, but my muscles feel limp, and I..." I hesitate for a second. I can't stop for long, it feels too nice and right to do what she tells me. But I don't know how to say this. But before I can, I feel her nails ever so carefully trail up my arm.

I moan. I can't help myself. I lean my head back, resting on her shoulder. I can tell I have a big, blushy smile on my face, but I can't bring myself to care about anything except her.

"Oh, you are starting to harden, aren't you?" Her touch feels like God. I've been scratched in bed, but there's something different. It's... Miss. Her touch, her nails, it's so much more than I've ever felt.

And... she's right. My skin does feel different. I can feel it from her touch. Her nails aren't digging as deep as they should before they start to scrape. "Hold your arms up, darling."

"Yes Miss." I blurt it out, like every moment the words are unsaid is torture. She caresses along my arms until she reaches my elb... ow?

I look at my arms. My joints are exposed. There's no blood or bone, it's like the joints are part of my skin, not covered by it. I can see the seam in my arm where it connects to the joint, I can see what should move and what shouldn't. She's touching them directly. Oh god, they feel so tender and weak.

"You're whimpering, you poor thing. Do you need me to stop?"

"No Miss! No Miss, please, Miss, ple-hease, don't stop, please don't stop Miss." I close my eyes, I can't take all this stimulation, but it can't stop, please, it just can't. She's nuzzling into my neck now. "Then ask nicely. Dolls should be polite."

"Please Miss, please keep touching muh, mmmmmf, mmn, haa..." I can't, I just can't. It won't come out. It shouldn't come out.

"This one."

"Keep touching this one," I feel like the world is finally right. I... this one feels like this, talking about itself like it's just some thing, makes everything feel right. "keep touching this one," It just feels like what's supposed to happen, how this one was meant to talk about itself all its life. "keeping touching this one, keep-"

"Shhhh."

This one can't talk. She doesn't want it to.

"Lean forward, darling."

This one leans forward.

She holds this one's torso in place with both hands. She lifts it up just enough so she can place her ear against its upper back. Like this one is just a toy for her. Just Miss's toy. A toy for Miss.

She giggles. She's so beautiful, she's perfect, she makes this one want to weep with everything she does. "Can you hear the ticking, dear? Your clockwork is growing in. You must be so excited~"

It tries to keep still. It's holding its breath. It's so worked up, everything is so intense, it should be hearing its heartbeat in its ears. But it's just ticking. A soft, rhythmic tick, still going as fast as Miss deserves. Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick.

She sets this one back down on her lap. This one feels so weightless, like it couldn't put up a fight even if it wanted to. Everything about her feels so much better, so much warmer, so much softer. This one never wants this to end.

"You're almost a doll, dear. Anyone who looks at you can tell you're not a person." She's enjoying herself so much, and the intense euphoria of knowing that this one is the reason she's so happy is the best it's felt all night. "Any last words before your humanity goes away? This is your last chance before you're nothing but my cute, obedient doll forever~"

"No Miss." This one can keep its voice down. "This one needs to be a good doll for you Miss. Please get rid of everything that ever made it human."

Miss hugs it tight again, as tight as she can, and it goes limp. We both fall sideways, and she's careful to keep herself cuddled close behind this one. She brushes this one's hair aside, and leans in as close as she can, until this one can feel the heat of her breath.

"Be still for your Miss, Sugar."

So this one was still.

[keeryhours]

the needle and the damage done - chapter three

Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Summary:

Eddie goes to rehab.

Warnings:

Angst, withdrawal, rehab, mention of drugs

Word Count: 3.3k

Eddie had a rough night. He didn’t sleep, spending the night tossing and turning, sweating, running to the bathroom to throw up all night long.

He thought about leaving. He thought about running to his dealer’s and getting high again and putting himself out of his misery. But the thought of having to face you after begging for help then getting high - again - kept him there.

You were right there with him, holding his hair as he got sick, cooling him down with a cold wash cloth. Neither of you slept. He clung to you like a scared child, crying through the pain and begging you to make it stop. You were powerless, crying for your husband as you could do nothing but watch him suffer through the night.

You were making phone calls bright and early, calling all the best rehabs in California to try to get Eddie a spot. You lucked out with the Passages Treatment Center in Malibu, California, where they said they could get him in for detox treatment immediately.

You brought the girls to Gareth and Roz, before rushing home to help Eddie pack a bag and get him into the car. You brought his guitar along just in case. It was a nearly hour long drive there, your heart breaking as Eddie writhed in pain in the passenger seat, having to pull over multiple times for him to be sick.

When you arrived at the rehab center, you were shocked at how fancy the place was. It looked like a mansion, complete with a beautiful pool and garden outside. You carried Eddie’s bag and helped him walk to the front door, where a well-dressed woman and a nurse greeted you both.

“Edward Munson?” She asked, a clipboard in hand that she quickly looked over.

“Eddie,” Eddie corrected her, “but yes.”

She smiled. “Well welcome, Eddie. You can come with us to this room to do the medical evaluation. Your wife can come with you, if you want.”

Eddie clutched your hand tightly, telling you he wanted you with him. You wouldn’t have it any other way, following them to the small room with your standard medical equipment. They had Eddie sit in a seat next to a vitals machine, you taking the seat next to him.

Poor Eddie looked like hell. He never let go of your hand with his left one, his black wedding band cool against your skin in contrast to his sweaty hand. You fiddled with his ring nervously as the well-dressed woman sat behind the desk, the nurse moving to grab the blood pressure cuff.

“So,” she began, as the nurse wrapped the cuff around Eddie’s right arm. “I want to welcome you to Passages, first and foremost. We hope to offer you a comfortable experience, a treatment plan that will set you up for success when you return home. My name is Dr. Roberts. Have you ever been in a program like this?”

“Uh, no,” Eddie said, his awkwardness and fear evident in his voice. “I’ve never…been to rehab before.”

“Well, we’re different from many rehabs in that we take a holistic approach here. We offer the usual counseling and one on one psychiatry sessions, but we also offer massage therapy, acupuncture, yoga and meditation, music therapy, art therapy, and treatment with natural medicines,” she explains. Eddie’s face lit up at the mention of music therapy, which she caught. “Ah, a musician?”

“Yes, my whole life,” Eddie says quickly, the blood pressure cuff inflating on his arm. “I, uh, have a band. Had a band. Corroded Coffin.”

Dr. Roberts smiled. “Ah yes, my son is a fan.”

Eddie laughed lightly. “Really? Maybe I can sign something for him.”

That made her smile even bigger. “I’m sure he would love that.” She opened the file in front of her, flipping the sheets until she found the form she was looking for. “What was his blood pressure?” She asked the nurse.

“122 over 76,” she said. “Slightly elevated.”

Dr. Roberts wrote that down as the nurse put the thermometer in Eddie’s mouth. When it beeped, she said, “100.” She wrote this down as well.

“Eddie, what is your drug of choice?”

“Uh,” Eddie said, shooting you a guilty look. “Heroin, mostly. And cocaine. Oxy, Speed.”

Your stomach hurt as you listened to him speak, but the doctor wrote this information down without judgement. “Meth?”

“Um…a few times. Not really.”

He squeezed your hand harder in his, as if willing you not to leave him. Like he was scared the truth of his addiction would scare you away. You understood the concern, because you felt like you were about to be sick, but you weren’t leaving his side. Your hand lightly rubbed over your belly in a soothing gesture.

“Tell me about your family, Eddie,” she said, a friendly smile on her face as she slid her glasses higher on her nose. “I see you have a lovely wife. Any kids?”

Eddie smiled, looking peaceful for the first time since last night. “Three. Well, soon to be four,” he says, letting go of your hand briefly to place it along with yours on your belly. “We have three girls, 10, 6, and 3. Evie, Rhiannon, and Ivy. Not sure what this one will be yet.” He gently rubs affectionate circles on your stomach.

The doctor smiled at him, writing more notes on her paper. “It sounds like you have a beautiful life you’d like to get back to. I’m sure you want to be healthy for your girls.”

Eddie’s eyes had already been watering, his nose running from the withdrawal, but a tear escaped down his cheek at her words. “Yeah. I do.”

“Good. We hope to help you achieve that here,” she said. “Now, I’m going to go down a list of opiate withdrawal symptoms, and you let me know if you’re experiencing them, okay?”

Eddie nodded, and she began going down the list. Insomnia? Yes. Sweating? Obviously a yes. Watery eyes and running nose? Yes and yes. Pain? Fuck yes. Nausea and vomiting? Big yes.

“It sounds like you’re experiencing severe acute withdrawal,” she said seriously. “We can help you get through this stage with a medication called Suboxone. It affects the same area of your brian as heroin does, without the…feelings that heroin provides. So it eases you through the symptoms and cravings without actually making you feel high.”

Eddie nodded again. That sounded great - to not have to suffer like this anymore without going back to heroin? It sounded perfect. “Yeah, that…that sounds good.”

“Have you ever been in a substance abuse treatment program before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental health condition?” She continued.

“No, not that I know of.”

“History of substance abuse in your family?”

“Um…my dad,” he said. “But he wasn’t really around at all.”

She marked that down. “Any legal trouble? Criminal or arrest history?”

Eddie looked down awkwardly at that question. “Uh, I’ve been arrested a few times. Disorderly conduct, public intoxication, possession.”

“Possession of what?”

“Weed. Cocaine.”

She began writing again. “Are these ongoing legal troubles or are they closed?”

“They’re settled.”

“Alright, good,” she said. “Now…how has your addiction impacted your life and your family?”

Eddie sighed. He leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, and it was as if you could feel his shame from where you sat. “It’s a disaster. My marriage is dying because of me. Because I can’t stop, or even just keep it out of the house. I haven’t seen my kids in what feels like forever. I miss them, but they’re scared of me. All they’ve seen of me for months is me high off my ass - sorry for the language - and it freaks them out. I don’t blame them. I remember being scared of my dad, too.” He sniffled, and you weren’t sure if it was from the runny nose or if he was really crying. “My band broke up because of me. I ruined the dreams of all my friends because I was selfish. My friends, who have been with me since middle school, are now sick of me. Sick of taking care of me, sick of putting up with me, sick of me fucking everything up.”

Dr. Roberts wrote all of this down on her papers, the look on her face one of sympathy. “I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with all this. But here we hope to help you repair those relationships. We offer marriage counseling, as well as counseling with any other friends or family whose relationships you feel you need to work on.”

Eddie nodded. That sounded good to the both of you. You reached for Eddie’s hand again and squeezed it in your own.

Dr. Roberts went on about the amenities they offered, how Eddie would have a private suite and was welcome to bring his guitar to work on music while he was there. They would be starting with detox treatment right away, prescribing the Suboxone to help him through the life-threatening withdrawal symptoms.

Then, it was time to say goodbye. Eddie embraced you tightly, burying his face in your neck as you held him back just as tightly, brushing your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“I love you,” you told him, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m so proud of you. I think this is going to be really good for us.”

“I love you too,” he said, clinging to you even tighter. “I’m going to get better for you and the girls and this baby. I promise.” He lifted his head to place a kiss on your cheek.

“I know you will.” You laid your head on his chest, imagining just for a moment that things were normal. Finally Eddie pulled back, reluctantly leaving the embrace. He squeezed your hands and gave you a small smile before picking up his bag and guitar case and turning to follow the doctor into the facility.

You were crying as you left, heartbroken to be leaving Eddie behind but grateful for the help he would hopefully be getting. You walked back out to the car, taking the time to pull yourself together in the driver’s seat before heading home to pick up the girls and get back to life as usual, without Eddie.

Rehab wasn’t so bad. Once detox was over, Eddie spent most of his days writing music, playing around with his guitar in between sessions with his care team. It was a soothing environment, and he found he didn’t mind it. The only thing he hated was being away from you and his girls. He called every day, talking to you for as long as possible then letting the girls pass the phone back and forth.

Eddie practically had three albums worth of songs written by the time he’d been there for three weeks. Now it was time for the first family visit, and he was nervous.

He looked at himself in the mirror, combing through his curls and making himself look as nice for you as possible. He wore his favorite black jeans, ripped, but that was his usual style. He wore his favorite Metallica tee. He examined his face in the mirror - he looked a lot healthier than the last time you’d seen him. He had gained weight, his dark eye circles gone. He didn’t look like a junkie anymore.

Eddie followed the male nurse - Jake? - down the hall and to the nice room set up for visits. It was bright and sunny, a large window on one wall. It was furnished with a large couch and a few chairs, as well as a large TV on the wall. Eddie stood with his hands in his pockets, beyond nervous for this visit.

He only waited a few minutes before the door opened, and his face immediately brightened as he saw you. You looked absolutely radiant, a sight for sore eyes for sure. You broke out into a huge grin as you saw him, running into his arms. He wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he laughed, feeling total joy. He sat you down, then immediately pulled you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms slid around your waist, and he held you tightly after you shared a lingering kiss. When he pulled back, you both looked over each other, taking in the other’s appearance.

“You look great,” you said, tears in your eyes as you saw your husband looking like your husband again. He looked healthy, happy. It made your heart beat hard in your chest just like it did when you first fell in love. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Eddie looked you over, immediately noticing the small bump showing through your shirt. He placed his hand on it softly. “How far along now?”

“9 weeks,” you smiled. “But fourth pregnancy and all, I popped early.”

Eddie laughed lightly, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I can’t wait to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.” He rubbed his hand over your belly. “I’m hoping for a boy this time. But I’ll be happy either way. You know I love my girls.”

You giggled, your hand laying over his. “It would be exciting to have a boy. But you know the girls want another sister.”

“Yeah, I bet. Evie wants another doll to dress up,” he laughed. “Where are my girls?”

“Roz has them,” you said. “I figured I would come in and say hi first. Are you…ready to see them?” You looked nervous, like you were scared for him to see the girls. Or rather, scared for the girls to see him.

“Yeah, of course. I’ve been dying to see them,” he smiled gently. He stroked a hand through your hair, looking at you like he was memorizing every feature. “I want to see them.”

You pulled your phone out, sending a quick text to Roz. Moments later there was a knock at the door, before it opened and the three girls shuffled in. They looked scared, Evie in the middle clutching both Rhiannon and Ivy’s hands. They walked behind you, Rhiannon and Ivy hiding behind their big sister.

“Daddy…?” Evie said cautiously, and Eddie’s heart broke into a million pieces.

Oh god, he thought, my kids really are scared of me.

“Hey, baby girls,” he said, crouching down. “I’ve missed you.”

Evie eyed him warily, looking up to you for guidance. You nodded. “You can give daddy a hug. It’s okay.”

Eddie held his arms out as Evie slowly shuffled forward, her sisters staying behind you. Finally, she collapsed into his arms, tears flowing as he held her.

“I missed you so much, daddy,” she cried into his chest. “Are you still sick?”

Eddie looked up at you, his expression utterly broken. He stroked her hair as he held her tightly. “I’m getting better, baby. For you and your sisters and your momma.”

You gently nudged Rhiannon and Ivy in Eddie’s direction. “Go see daddy, girls. It’s okay.”

The two younger Munsons walked over, joining Evie in Eddie’s embrace. “We miss you,” Rhiannon said, her voice small and sad, completely unlike her. Eddie felt physical pain in his chest, like his despair and shame were so strong the pain was tangible.

He placed a kiss on each of their heads. “Well, I’m here now. I’m getting better. And I’ll be home soon.”

“When?” Rhiannon asked. “We want you home now,” she pouted. “Momma doesn’t play with us as good as you do.”

“Hey!” You protested, pretending to be offended. “I’m lots of fun!”

“She always picks boring old movies,” Rhiannon whispered to Eddie, making him smile. “You let us watch the scary stuff.”

“Yeah, and she says she can’t play on the floor or throw us in the pool, ‘cause of the baby in her belly, she says,” Evie added.

Eddie laughed. “Be kind to your momma. She does her best for you three. And growing a baby is hard work.”

“Where do babies come from anyway?” Rhiannon asked, her brows furrowed. “Sam from school said-“

“Okay!” Eddie said, trying to hide his laughter. “Let’s have this conversation another time, yeah?”

The girls warmed up quickly. They talked Eddie’s ear off, telling him all about school and what they’d been doing at home. Ivy clung to him like she never wanted to leave him, and you dreaded having to say goodbye. After a while Eddie brought his guitar out and played some of the new songs he’d been working on.

When visiting hours were over, the same nurse came back, letting you all know it was time. Eddie hugged each girl for as long as he could, and Ivy cried as you had to pull her away from him. Roz came back and took the girls so you could say goodbye in private.

“How much longer do they think you’ll be here?” You asked him, finger twirling one of his curls as he held you around your waist.

“At least another four weeks,” he said, his face scrunching up in disapproval. “But it’ll be worth it.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a sad smile on your face. “I just miss you so much. It’s lonely at home without you. Our bed feels so empty. And it’s…tiring, running after the girls when I already have no energy.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he told you. He placed a kiss on your lips. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too,” you told him. You kissed him one more time and then you had to go, holding onto his hand until you couldn’t anymore. Eddie watched you leave, his chest aching.

The nurse, Jake, began walking him back to his room. They walked in silence for a while, before Jake spoke up.

“I’m a big fan of Corroded Coffin,” he said finally. “You guys rock.”

Eddie smiled. “Thanks, man.”

When they reached Eddie’s door, Jake placed a hand on his arm. Eddie turned to him, confused. Jake leaned in closer, looking around to see if anyone was nearby.

“Hey, I can get you stuff in here. Pills, H, whatever you want. No one will find out.”

Eddie looked at him wide eyed. He was just now getting his life back, had just had an amazing visit with his wife and kids. He wasn’t about to throw all that away again. “Uh, no thanks, man. I’m good.”

“Well, just call me if you change your mind.” He slid a piece of paper with his personal cell phone number on it into Eddie’s hand. “The offer stands.”

Eddie watched Jake walk away. He looked down at the number in his hand as he walked into his room. He balled the paper up and went to throw it away - but something stopped him. Something told him to keep it. He sat on his bed and stared at the number. He wasn’t going to call it. But something held it there in his hands.

He couldn’t get rid of it.

The next week, Eddie headed back into his room after his meeting with his psychiatrist. He had wanted to go home soon, but his team was now saying they wanted to keep him for another six weeks. It was bullshit. Eddie was pissed.

He slammed the door to his room, rattling the framed art on the wall. He sat on his bed, head in his hands as he cried. He just wanted to get home, back to his life. As fancy and luxurious as the place was, it was hard. And it was hard staying sober. Especially when he had too much time to think.

Eddie picked up the phone. There was only one person he wanted to call. He listened to the phone ring, his stomach in knots as he willed for an answer.

Finally, a “Hello?” came from the other end.

Eddie took a deep breath. “…Jake?”

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[nimuraz]

WORD COUNT — 1.7K

WARNINGS — riki asked sunoo to cover him as president of the fashion club, stressed sunoo comes complaining to you about how it went, unprotected sex (pls do not…), sub sunoo if u squint, bsf!sunoo + bsf! reader, p in v, light usage of pet names etc…

NOTES — first one shot on tumblr… yall pls cut me some slack i didn’t even proof read this so if it’s ass i am so sorry, i hope u guys enjoy nonetheless Muah xx

“that bad huh..?” you say back softly, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“dude you don’t get it! all they did was talk about parties, drugs, and their sex lives, i’m never helping riki out ever again.” he visibly cringes as the words escape his mouth.

you let out a small chuckle before sitting closely to him in the bed, laying his head on your lap.

“sounds very typical… from my understanding most of the “popular” kids are in there hm?”

you and sunoo met at uni orientation. he looked very easy to talk to so you took the opportunity, you quickly came to the realization that you both were eerily alike. it was as if you’d found a mirror to your own soul.

you giggle softly after the air quotes.

“yea and then they had the audacity to ask about my nonexistent sex life!” he mumbles dramatically.

you laugh as his words slowly drift from his mouth, gently brushing against your thighs. Almost instinctively, your slender fingers weave through his auburn locks while he continues his playful rant.

“it was so embarrassing…” he mumbles again as he snuggles closer to your upright form.

embarrassing?

“i’m right there with you noo.”

“would be so much easier to deal with if i could just get one fuck in and be done with it. then i wouldn’t have to pretend im not a virgin.” he sits up and pouts.

you give his cheek a gentle squeeze before tidying his hair, which had fluffed up from your soft touches.

“you’re cute noo.” you tease with a grin.

“s’not cute… so embarrassing…”

“mm then let’s change that for the both of us…”

nothing could’ve prepared him for that.

“what?” he says breathlessly, his gaze wandering over every detail of your face, yet somehow still avoiding your eyes.

“cmon… who better to take your virginity than your best friend right?” a soft smirk plays on the corner of your lips.

he wasn’t sure whether to scream, cry, or maybe even laugh, but in that moment, he seriously considered all of the above. one thing was certain, though—he wasn’t about to sit there and pretend he hadn’t thought about fucking you once, twice, or maybe even more than that.

“are you serious?” sunoo asks as his gaze finally meets yours.

“only if you are…” you say sweetly.

god you have dreamt of this moment for years, the soft gently touches you give each other was starting to feel torturous plus all you ever wanted was to make sunoo feel good.

sunoo felt like he was suffocating. he sits up, his eyes studying your gaze.

you lean in slowly, eyeing his lips and glossy orbs.

“can i…? we really don’t have to sun.. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable-“

sunoo completely cuts you off by pressing his soft pink lips onto yours. you feel your chest tighten because god yes you finally got to taste sunoo, and he was sweeter than you could’ve ever imagined.

he crawled over you, forcing your back to hit the mattress before gently placing his hands on your waist.

“not sure… where to go from here…” his breath fans out onto your skin, leaving goosebumps in return.

“it’s okay, we can go slow yea?”

scream, cry, throw up? all of it was running through his mind again. his eyes drank in the sight of you your flushed cheeks, dark hair framing your face, and those oh so pretty, irresistibly pink lips.

sunoo nods before leaning back down to kiss you again, his pace slower this time. you gently bite his bottom lip, seeking entrance, and the soft gasp that escapes him gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in.

his eyes shoot open at the feel. you notice his body tense, wanting him to feel relaxed you start rubbing his shoulders gently and per usual with that, he melts.

“s’just me sunoo…” you whispered against his swollen lips.

yea for gods sake it’s you. his best friend of two years but fuck this feels so different for him. for you on the other hand, you felt yourself slowly losing yourself to him.

“look at me, sunoo.”

so he does. he looks straight into your stupid perfect eyes.

“please.” was all he could say. his voice just barely above a whisper.

you don’t know why you nod but you do, and with that you pepper soft kisses all around his face earning a soft chuckle from him.

“it’ll be okay… it’s just us…” you whispered before pulling him down by his nape to press soft kisses to his jaw.

his eyes flutter at the feel, hands squeezing your waist gently. a soft pretty moan escaping his lips when you trail the kisses down lower to his neck.

“let me get on top.” you whispered and without a second thought he maneuvers you over and then on top of his.

back to trailing the kisses down his neck you go, however you started realizing the severity of the situation. wanting a distraction from the pit in your stomach you were feeling you finally tug on the hem of his shirt and with one swift motion its off leaving him half naked in front of you.

sure you’ve seen sunoo shirtless a handful of times but god does he look perfect as ever beneath you. you shift forward a bit, your clothed cores pressing perfectly against each other.

your lips make their way down to his chest sucking on the soft skin every now and then.

sunoo was a mess.

“fuck.. baby-“ his words are cut off by his own moan leaving his mouth.

baby?

you smirk softly against the skin of his hips.

“are you sensitive here?” you whispered.

he’s sensitive everywhere but yes especially right there and all he could do was nod because you weren’t even fucking yet and he already felt so so close.

that little nod was all the motivation you needed to suck on the skin harder. sunoo’s back arched at the sensation, his moans getting louder.

“please… fuck this isn’t enough.” he manages to breathe out.

you stop your actions before looking up at him.

“tell me what you want baby.” your smooth hands rub up his clothed thighs, you knew what he wanted.

you just like playing dumb every once in a while.

things escalated quickly, and now you both find yourselves exposed and vulnerable. still, the kissing and teasing were enough to leave sunoo completely stirred up.

“tell me if it hurts, i promise i’ll stop.” he whispered against your flushed cheek.

you lay there with your best friend, his body positioned above yours, and you could feel the connection between you both. in that moment, a sense of happiness washed over you like never before.

the stretch hurt but you felt so warm and so so full. his head buried into your neck all while bottoming out. he was trembling.

“baby…” he breathes out. “you okay?”

“sunoo, kiss me.” and again as if under a spell he listened to every single command you make.

he starts kissing you so achingly slow all while thrusting in and out of you in a gentle pace. your hands make it back to his nape and tug slowly when he bottoms out again.

“feels so good… you make me feel so good baby.” you blabbed out.

you were so utterly gone.

he’s panting, trembling, and holding back so so much. it takes everything in him to not ram into you.

“more.” was all he needed to hear.

he lifts your legs up higher and places them on his shoulder before thrusting in and out of you at a more rapid speed.

skin slapping, your whimpers, and his soft moans was all you could hear in the room. you were seeing colors, he’d pull out almost all the way just to fuck himself back in and by this point he was going so hard all you could do was clutch onto his shoulders.

“right— fuck yes sunoo right there!” you moan, he swore it was almost a scream.

he pulls out one last time before gazing down at your perfect hole. he felt so filthy, so nasty for being turned on by the way your arousal glistened.

“can… can i taste you?” sunoo faintly says.

the desperation made you crave anything, your hips buck as you feel his thumbs graze your inner thighs lightly. all you do is whimper and nod.

“fuck sunoo…” you moan, every other word leaving your mouth now incoherent as you feel his tongue lay flat on your clit. unbeknownst to you, sunoo is dirtier than he leads on to be. consistently watching porn in hopes when the time (now) comes, he’ll know how to pleasure his girl. in this case, you.

“how the fuck- nghh sunoo..”

it felt so perfect, perfect enough to have you almost reaching your peak.

“baby i’m close..” you breathlessly whispered before your moans spilled out of you.

then it stopped, the knot tightening in your stomach again. you groan softly.

“sorry, just really wanna be in you when you come…” sunoo whispered into the shell of your ear as he aligns himself with your entrance again. his pace frantic as he pounds into you.

“sunoo..” you call out softly. he looks down at you drinking in your appearance. you’ve never looked prettier, your eyes fluttering shut, your lips parted, your cheeks bright red.

“yea…?”

“i love you…” you babble.

‘what the fuck…’ you both simultaneously thought.

“you do…?” he asks, his release just right there so extremely close.

“sunoo- ah! fuck harder…” you whimper as he hits just the right spot.

“y/n… please…” he moans into your mouth before kissing you harshly. you did love him, and he loved you too. more than anything. he just had no idea how to tell it to you too.

he sat you upright as he kept thrusting into you before wrapping an arm beneath one of your under arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

“i… fuck…” he moans, entire body trembling.

“i love you too… i mean it…” he whispers as he goes impossibly faster. that was all it took for your pussy to clench so beautifully around his dick. your arousal connected between you both.

he pulls out and pumps himself before cumming on his fist and your inner thigh. both of you left panting, he collapsed next to you shortly after.

“you mean it…?” you whisper.

“we’ll talk about it later…”

[tacitusk1llwhore]

Don’t cancel me for this, y’all, but I’ve seen a lot of politically charged posts about RDR (as I should; games about outlaws and the corruption of big and small government are and always will be inherently political), but one thing has really bothered and stuck out to me the most, especially in male-dominated spaces in the fandom. The idea that the Arthur Morgan in this day and age would be a raging MAGA conservative—I’ve gotten so, so many posts about it on my TikTok today, and this is finally me snapping. Here are a few arguments I’ve heard for this. “When he hears that the Democrats want to take his guns, he’d say hell no to that.” “He’s from 1899; you really think he would vote for a Black woman?” And my personal favorite: “Arthur says in-game he doesn’t engage in politics.” I’m not going to go through each of these and explain, in detail with evidence from the games themselves, why I think these are the dumbest takes I’ve ever heard in my life. In a space I hope is more open to this discussion, I hope you’ll join me.

1.) The gun control issue. I know, I know, this one seems pretty obvious; I mean, he’s a red-blooded American man and cowboy. How could anyone possibly think for a second he’d be for the party of gun control?? While this is true, you know what’s also true? The fact that he lost a child to gun violence. Now, of course we don't know exactly how Isaac and Eliza were killed, but judging from the time and efficiency, we can assume they were shot. Now let’s get away from assumptions. Arthur mourned the loss of his son, felt the agonizing, intense pain of losing a child, and said that it changed him forever, hardened his heart. Do we really for a second think that Arthur would listen to the story of Sandy Hook, Parkland, Uvalde, and countless others and say, “No, guns are more important.”? Absolutely fucking not. Not only has Arthur felt that loss, that pain, but he is deeply empathetic; hearing the testimonials of children in these buildings, families that lost their babies, would be more than enough for him to understand and push for common sense gun laws. The erasure of Arthur Morgan's trauma of losing his son and the erasure of his empathy for children and families is rampant in political spaces of the fandom; to simply assume that because Arthur is an outlaw, in modern times he would be this “don’t tread on me.” “Cares more about guns than kids” kind of guy is asinine to me. Even if he hadn’t felt that loss and that pain, there are multiple times in the game where he is given a deeper understanding of things he has never experienced; he becomes angry at that pain inflicted, takes the mission with Charles and the Bison, and hears about the vaccines being diverted from the reservations, and the Black doctor (I think he’s a doctor) you meet in Rhodes. Once he heard these stories, these testimonials, or saw the pain, the hardship, he was quick to step in and do something to make a change. He would not value weapons over the lives of people, as we can see from the game.

2.) This one is always fun to see because it assumes that Arthur is inherently racist. Now, I’m going to state one of my least favorite but still valid arguments: he has minority friends. This is very true; look at Charles, Lenny, Javier, and Tilly. Here is why it’s one of my least favorite arguments: you can have minority friends and still be racist, sexist, homophobic… Having friends doesn’t make you antiracist, so what makes Arthur antiracist? One camp interaction stands out to me the most in regards to this, the one with Tilly when they first move south. Tilly comes to Arthur in specific to talk about how nervous she is being so far south; she understands that the south is a dangerous place for dark-skinned people, especially the location they’re in. Arthur, while he tries to soothe her, pointlessly at first, claiming that it's a good place to run from the law, also understands this, almost immediately changing his tone and telling Tilly not once but twice that e personally will keep her safe, that she has his word that he personally will keep her safe; a man that has hate in his heart for POC would not do that, ever. Another interaction is one with Lenny, where Lenny points out that Arthur wouldn’t notice the difference in the more southern states because the worst they’ll do to him publicly is say that he is friends with POC (less soft than that, watch the clips of it on YouTube if you want the full dialogue), whereas for Lenny the worst that can happen to him publicly is a lynching (which he states all the way back in chapter one where he almost was lynched). Arthur is not ignorant of racism; he knows that it exists—I hate the whole “Arthur doesn’t know about racism.” Because he does, and saying he doesn’t is an insult to his intelligence and awareness of the world around him. He knows racism exists; he personally just cannot fathom it; he cannot picture himself perpetuating racism (again, see the scene in Rhodes with the Black man), which is where I think that confusion that people say he doesn’t understand it comes from—he isn’t confused by racism; he’s confused why that man assumes he’s racist, because in his head he simply can’t fathom being bigoted.

This one has two parts, so bear with me. This also assumes that Arthur is sexist; the argument I see for this is the one-off comment he makes to the working girl at the saloon, "I didn't know I was talkin' to a lady." Was this an ok statement? No. Does it make him a raging sexist? Also no. Let's look at his relationship with Sadie; he does not underestimate her because she's a woman; he trusts in her and her abilities with unwavering confidence, so much so that he entrusts the safety of John, Abigail, and Jack to her. Now let's look at the camp interactions, one of which Arthur states that he sees no difference between men and women (bi king) and that most are bad, but some are worth loving. A man who is a raging sexist would never say something like this; he would never equate men and women, but Arthur does see them as equals. I see a lot of people point out that Arthur is far more protective of the camp girls than most, but this isn't because he sees them as less than him; he just understands that a lot of them lack the ability to fully protect themselves (Love you, Tilly and Mary-Beth). He isn't quite as protective of the women that he knows with confdence can and will protect themselves with confidence, but even then he will stick up for them if needed. Arthur Morgan is a protector of women, which is so incredibly important today and back then.

3.) Here’s my favorite. Arthur doesn’t engage in politics. Looking at this in terms of the game, he absolutely does engage in politics; he has opinions on rights and the government; that is, in fact, political—he doesn’t vote, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make political statements or isn’t even unintentionally political. Now let’s look at this in the frame of today. Being non-political in 1899 and being non-political in 2025 are two wildly different things; politics has changed drastically in the last almost decade where thngs have circled back around to be voting for or against human rights, and from my evidence above, Arthur would be voting for those rights. In modern times it is almost impossible to be nonpolitical; I dare say it's impossible. Everything now has politics attached to it; that argument is their gotcha moment because they don't understand that, which is why they make the argument in the first place.

So, why does this matter? Arthur is a pixel outlaw in a fictional setting of 1899 America. I guess in the grand scheme of life it really doesn’t, but in fandom culture it absolutely does. Many people, including myself, come to fandom spaces to escape, to cope with things from their past or events of the day, to chat about characters, and to share theories and art, and so on. Imagine someone who lost a child, sibling, or friend to gun violence logging on for their daily dose of distraction only to see someone making points as to why a character who is comforting to so many people wouldn’t care about the death of their lost loved one, just guns. A POC or member of the LGBTQ community doing the same and seeing arguments as to why Arthur is homophobic or racist. Seeing something like that is in fact harmful; taking things and stretching them to fit your narrative despite the actual source material pointing in the opposite direction requires erasure and explaining your own personal biases publicly. Someone stating that Arthur is a racist is just them stating that they themselves are a racist or that they themselves care more about guns than lives—as we’ve seen, the public stating of controversial things or overall morally reprehensible ideals when gone unchecked spirals and spreads, and soon we have a space of people who will openly state bigoted things and push the people in the fandom here for reasons of a shared enjoyment for whatever reason or the people who use things to cope or as a distraction out of the space, effectively ruining it and potentially the outlook on the content of the game. Fandom spaces shouldn’t tolerate bigotry, and lots of Red Dead fans have been expressing bigotry lately, and these people have started to go completely unchecked. It bothers me; it always will, even if it is just a silly cowboy game.

[sweatyracoon]

Savior with Fins

Notes: credit for the beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune <3

I know this isn't my best but I just really loved the idea

Warnings: language, mentions of drowning, passing out, sharks, angst

You often went fishing on your own. It was one of your favorite pass times, seeing as you grew up on an island.

It was a small but loving community, and you found solace in it's silence.

You never killed something on purpose, always throwing your catches back into the water.

There was a group of guys swarming around the rent a boat business you came to once a week, and you found yourself scoffing when you were placed on a larger rent a boat with the group.

"Sorry, y/n. Your boat is in the shop. A hole was found in the bottom. But this way, it's a lot cheaper for you,"

John said, awkwardly scratching at his nape.

You rolled your eyes, getting on the boat. The guys mostly kept their distance, too busy playing around with their rods, getting the hook stuck in one of their hoods.

They were immature, and extremely loud and lewd.

Ad the boat drifted into deeper territory, they all started shoving one another, making the vessel shake. Your balance faltered, and you nearly dropped your rod into the water.

"Hey! Do you mind? You scared off my catch, you pricks," you yelled at them, pacing towards the blonde haired boy.

"What are you gonna do about it, princess? If you didn't want to have fun, you should have gotten on a different boat,"

You scoffed.

"Fishing is me having fun, asshole. Your the ones preventing me from doing so," you turned, about to stride towards your side of the vessel when suddenly you felt your shoulders caged.

"If you wanna catch fish so bad, go fetch," you heard the voice say behind you.

Suddenly, the strong grip led you towards the edge, a strong shove sending you overboard.

You yelled as you felt the cold water nip at your skin, the tide engulfing you as you thrashed.

Your head bobbed above water, and you heard the sickening laughs of the teens above you.

The boat drifted off, leaving you stranded in the depths of the sea.

It was miles from the island, you wouldn't make it if you attempted swimming.

Still, despicable knowing that, your survival instincts made you swim, struggle with the push of the waves.

You pushed yourself for what felt like hours, your vision blurring as you inhaled salt water, the burn keeping you alert. Your limbs felt as if they were on fire despite the freezing water surrounding you.

You felt your eyes closing against your will, your body stilling as you floated, exhausted. Black was all you saw as you felt your brain turning to mush, a large crash of the sea slamming itself onto your body, pushing you below the surface.

You woke up, startled, coughing aggressively. You felt the water swishing in your lungs. You lunged forward, feeling it creep up your esophagus, spitting it out. The salt made it burn.

After you were done hacking up bits of the sea, your eyes adjusted to your unfamiliar surroundings.

It was almost like a nook, the ones you would see in the movies behind a waterfall. The rocks were moist and glistening, and a soft sound of water hitting water filled your ears. There was also a pit filled with water a few feet from you.

Your clothes were damp, and your back ached from laying on stone. You weren't sure for how long.

Wait. How did you end up here?

You looked around again, noticing no other life than you and a few bugs.

Splash!

You whipped your head back to the body of water, noticing a large fin smacking back down, the stray water hitting your exposed legs.

You got up to sit on your knees, glancing into the water.

What you saw frightened you.

Despite the large tail you just saw, when you peered at the figure, you saw a human-like form.

It was blurry from the waves, but you saw a pale skinned boy with light blonde hair, his figure shaking with the tide. His pale body seemed to end near his waist, the color darkening immediately to a dark gray.

But that wasn't what scared you.

It was his eyes. They glowed yellow underneath the water.

You jolted back when he appeared to be rising to the surface, your breath quickening.

You scuffed your knee against the jagged rocks that made up the ground you sat on. You winced, eyes drifting immediately to your fresh wound.

Your mind was still fuzzy from the pressure of the water and new found pain on your leg that you didn't notice the creature coming out of the water.

"Hey! Careful, you could really do some damage," you heard the voice say.

His voice was deep. And had a thick accent to it, compared to the people in town.

You were so surprised. Surely, his top half looked human, but you didn't expect him to be able to communicate.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked again.

When you finally looked at him, you saw he was plopped at the edge of the rock where it met the water.

There was no shallow parts there, just a straight dive into the deep.

"What?" You were still confused about the whole situation, suddenly wondering if you were dreaming.

"Are you alright? Do you know your name?" His gaze turned into concern, looking around for what? You didn't know.

"I'm fine, I think...I'm y/n," you stutter, suddenly feeling cold.

"Ah. A pretty name. I'm Felix. You look hungry," he observed, bringing his finger out to poke your knee.

You flinched, pulling back.

"Sorry...I've just never seen a person so up close," he muttered, pushing his body back into the water, his head still above the surface.

"You eat fish?" He asked.

"Yes, I do,"

Without another word, he left.

You were stuck in this dome like cave with very little lighting, since the sun was going down. You took it upon yourself to look around, and was surprised to find some dead plants.

You brought it all to one corner, grabbing some jagged rocks. You scraped them together aggressively, and eventually, you had a small fire.

You hoped it would last.

When he came back, there was a torn net holding at least twelve fish, and you chuckled as he hurled himself up the ledge, sighing dramatically.

"Wasn't sure how much people eat so I got extra!" He grinned.

You noticed his sharp, jagged teeth, but for some reason, it didn't bother you as much as it should have.

"What are you?"

It came out before you could stop yourself. It was weighing on your mind for a while, giving you time to ponder while he was gone.

His smile faltered before he hid it quickly.

"I'm a shark," he said simply with a grin, opening the net of fish.

He grabbed a stick next to him before spearing the aquatic animal onto it.

"Are you sure? Sharks don't really...talk?" You took the stick from him, holding it over your small fire.

"I don't know? Me and my friends are all like this. I mean- they aren't sharks, but we can all talk? My dad called us hybrids,"

"Hybrids? So your half human?"

"I think? I mean I kinda look like you, but then the other half doesn't-"

He proceeded to keep handing you fish to cook, and you continued to while speaking with him.

"So your friends? You said they aren't sharks?"

His eyes sparkled at the mentions of his friends, his posture straightening.

"Nope! We're all different. I mean, one is a dolphin, the other is a squid, another a sea horse. We all couldn't be more different."

You nodded.

"So they aren't scared of you? Your a predator hybrid," you say, curious.

His eyes widened.

"Oh god, no! I have never hurt them or anyone. Honestly we're fearful of Minho, but I'm a playful way. He's the dolphin,"

You smile.

"I hear dolphins are the most dangerous animal out there,"

You both laughed.

"You might be right,"

It became silent suddenly, but it was a comfortable silence. The fish we're all cooked, so now you both ate.

"Do you remember how you got here?" Felix asked after cleaning the mess up.

You stilled, forgetting completely that you don't belong here. But he made you so comfortable, it feels like you had known him for years.

"Uhh, I fell off a boat? I was fishing I think." Your brain once again turned into mush.

"Two boys pushed you off the boat, y/n. I was lucky I got to you in time. The currents were harsh."

His eyes filled with sadness, his arm reaching up to rest on your calf.

You looked back at him, gauging his words. You remember yelling at the boys, but not being pushed off.

"I forgot," was all you could say.

"Listen, maybe you need some rest. It was a stressful day, after all. I can take you back to the island in the morning?" He tilted his head, his sharp teeth flicking through his lips.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. What about you?"

"I don't sleep much. I can keep the fire going, and go to find something for you to use on the water. If I don't, you'd probably get hypothermia," he grinned, his fin flicking against the water.

You smiled.

"The fire won't hurt you, will it?"

"No. As long as I get back to the water afterwards," he shrugged, scooting over to tend to the fire. "See?"

"Thank you Felix," you laughed, suddenly feeling insanely tired.

The last thing you saw was a heartwarming smile from him before it went dark.

You woke up to the sound of splashing, and fought the sun to open your eyes.

"Y/n? You ready to go?"

Your eyes Open to a cute, wet Felix. Behind him was a floating piece of wood, one that would be able to carry your weight.

"Yeah,"

He led you onto the platform, gently caressing your waist.

"Comfortable?" He asked, his hands hooked onto the sides.

"Yes, Felix I'm okay," you pat his head, watching his face contort into many emotions.

Confusion, denial, acceptance, enjoyment, happinesses.

He liked it.

"Alright, I'll be under the water this entire time, pulling from a rope okay?"

He almost looked like he didn't want to leave you out of his sight. It was endearing.

Wat you didn't know, however, was that he watched you sleep for hours. Not in a creepy way, but he knew it was cold, and didn't want you getting sick or anything. He admired you and your form. He would kill to have legs, and everything else that you do. Life underwater was harsh, even for him. It didn't matter if he was a shark hybrid or not. His caring and empathetic nature wouldn't let him be the predator he should be.

After making sure you were settled, he led you back home.

It took around thirty five minutes before you saw the big piece of floating land, but when you did, you felt your speed slowing down.

"Felix?" You asked, since he didn't come out of the water yet.

The water here compared to the cave was a lot darker. Why? You didn't know. But you were worried the rope cut loose and he didn't know.

It wasn't until you heard water from behind you that you started to worry.

"Felix. What's wrong? Did the rope snap?" You asked, bring your hand up to his wet hair.

He almost looked as if he were going to cry.

"Are you gonna forget about me, y/n?" He choked.

Your heart nearly broke.

"Of course not, Felix. Why would you think that?" You continued petting his head, watching his eyes roll back.

"You'll never see me again,"

"Woah woah woah. Says who? I can still see you, can't I?" You stop him, cursing yourself.

You hadn't even thought that far ahead.

"How would you? We are two different worlds, y/n,"

His eyes were large and shiny with emotion, making you swoon.

"I fish once a week. When I'm on the boat, you come find me, yeah?"

His eyes lit up suddenly, his demeanor changing.

"Really? You'd let me see you?"

"Of course, Felix. You saved my life!" You both laughed.

His light chuckle filled the air, despite being in the middle of the ocean.

"Alright, let's get you home,"

[solarvrse]

GHOST OF YOU ft shōyō hinata + fem!reader

A relationship is supposed to be a joint effort, so why did it feel like you were the only one in it?

cw swearing, timeskip!hinata, brazil!hinata, ooc hinata, angst, hurt / no comfort, alcohol, blood, not proofread

wc 1k

THE NIGHT AIR FELT cool against her skin, the cold metal and rust of the balcony’s railing pressed firmly against her skin. The lights of her hotel room were off, a deafening silence against the city’s blaring noise.

She was used to the city noises, the people yelling on the street below her, the sound of honking and the smell of air polluted by a mix of the salty ocean breeze, street food from the vendors outside, and sewage from the waste left outdoors. It wasn’t too far off from the noise and smell of Bunkyō, and she felt oddly at home despite knowing nothing of the people or the culture.

The bottle of coconut water felt heavy in her hand as she brought it up to her lips to take another sip. It had been two days since she last saw him, two days since their last conversation, two days since the big argument.

She remembered the fight as clear as day, the way his lips pulled over his teeth in a sneer as he bit out words she never thought she’d hear from him. Words she never thought the sweet boy she met in her second year of highschool would utter.

He had come back to her hotel room much later than he said he would. She sat on a stool at the kitchen island, sipping on champagne from the minibar, the lights above the island being the only source of illumination in the suite.

“You’re late.”

“Hey!” His smile made her heart ache. She watched as he dropped his beach bag, still covered in sand on the hardwood floor. “Sorry I’m late, I got busy practicing some more with Heitor and some guys on the beach–why’re you dressed up?”

She knew he could be forgetful, but forgetting their anniversary and the plan they had for weeks knocked the wind out of her lungs. She gripped her champagne flute hard.

“Of course.”

“Of course what?”

“I never expected you to forget, Hinata.” She was sure she cut into him by calling him by his last name, something she hadn’t done since before they were friends. 

“Hinata? What do you–oh. Our date. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, we can go somewhere tomorrow.” 

She felt a bitter laugh build up in her chest. She was sure the grip she had on the glass would break it.

“I don’t need your pity apologies. We both know volleyball’s the most important thing in your life, isn’t it, Hinata?” 

He frowned. “That’s not true, you’re important, too.” 

“Oh really.” 

“Yes?” He said it as though it was a question, she bit her cheek, she could feel blood in her mouth.

“Bullshit! I feel like an afterthought to you! Like I only exist in the gaps when you’re bored, nothing else to do!”

“C’mon that’s not fair! You know this isn’t just some mere hobby–it’s my dream! You know how much this means to me! You knew what you signed up for when we got together!” His voice grew louder with every sentence, he was always loud but she had never seen him in such a state. 

A part of her felt bad, it’s true it was his dream. She knew this going into the relationship, she knew this when he had first told her he wanted to come to Brazil, play beach volleyball to become better at indoor volleyball when he came back to Japan. She knew how serious about volleyball he was. But on the same token, she couldn’t continue on living like she was just an afterthought, like her feelings would constantly be on the backburner.

“And where do I fit into, in this dream of yours?” Her question was short, but it spoke words she didn’t say out loud. She didn’t fit into his dream, she knew it, and she was certain he did.

“You fit in.” His voice was meek and she didn’t know if he was trying to convince her, or himself.

“No, I’m just…here. A place holder. Convenient when you need me, invisible the rest.”

“What do you want me to do? Quit? Throw everything away because you’re upset I can’t hold your hand all the time?”

That stung. She sat there stunned at his sudden outburst.

“You do matter! But apparently, that’s not enough for you, is it? You want me to drop everything just to prove it? You want me to stop being me?” He spat out, venom practically burning her. She tried to rationalize it, he’s stressed. She brought up this argument at the wrong time.

“No, I just want an ounce of your time. That’s all I’m asking for.” Her voice was quiet when she spoke. “I just want you to care about this relationship half as much as you care about volleyball, is that too much to ask?”

“That’s not fair! I’ve worked my whole life for this, and now that I’m finally getting somewhere, you’re trying to guilt me into feeling bad about it? I don’t have time to sit around and babysit your feelings!”

“Babysit? Is that all I am to you? A burden? A chore?”

“What if it is? You don’t get it. I can’t slow down. I can’t just stop because you’re upset. If that’s what you need, then maybe you should find someone who has the time to give you that!”

“You don’t mean that, Shō.” But her attempt was futile, he had already picked up his bag and walked out the door he had come through.

The glass in her hand finally snapped, digging into her skin until it drew blood and she was left picking up the pieces.

She didn’t know when the tears started to fall as she stood there, the air of Rio De Janeiro suddenly felt like icicles on her skin. Somewhere in the apartment, her bags were hastily packed, laptop open to a screen illuminating a plane ticket home; another tab was opened to her email, a half-written email originally declining a job offer she had gotten from her company asking to transfer her to their branch in Italy under a five-year contract.

She loved Shōyō Hinata in his entirety, but his silence was loud, and she was receptive.

@sahrii

solarvrse, 2025

[dyingswanpavlova]

"Your girl" - Part 3 | The Salesman x Reader

Summary: He tries to be nice for once to win you over, but is he being genuine? Or will it backfire? All the while your mind is playing confusing tricks on you.

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, mentions of rape, violence, mentions of murder, body issues, trauma talk, hinting at stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mentions of erection/arousal/masturbation, mentions of abuse earlier in life, not beta read, 18+!

Part 1

Part 2

"I do not intend to rape you, if that is what you think."

It was weird. The words were supposed to comfort you, right? Make you breathe easier. Instead you felt your chest tighten. Again.

Because he brought it up out of nowhere? Who could tell?

You sat on the couch, your arms wrapped around your legs like they usually were ever since you started participating in his mind games. It wasn't really like you had any other choice.

Your body, once young and healthy, albeit loaded with trauma to the brim, felt bruised and battered. It was a fight you were forced to fight every day and it felt like war. War against him, against yourself and life itself. Your face hurt horribly and it was all his fault. Or was it your own? God, you were confused.

"Don't get me wrong. I do intend to fuck you." His eyes crinkled in a smile. "Oh, I intend to fuck you again and again and again, until you feel like you're being ripped apart and you'll be begging me to stop."

There was it again, the cold sweat. Almost like an old friend you could count on.

Why didn't you have any real friends? You suddenly asked yourself. If only you had invested one of your Sundays into getting to meet at least one person. Maybe then someone would miss you now.

There was still your work. But you couldn't really tell if they'd get suspicious after you stopped coming or if maybe they simply accepted it. Your boss knew you had some issues. How you hated confrontration. He probably assumed you simply were gone for good.

Poor girl. Well, whatever, time is money. At least I get to keep her last paycheck.

But somehow you were sure that no one really missed you. No one waited for you at home. And no one cared that you still spent your days in the captivity of a psychopath. Or was it a sociopath? What was the damn difference again?

"Why don't you do it then?" You heard yourself ask.

One might think you would have learned your lesson not to talk back the day when he threw everything edible away and turned off the water supply. Or after he just beat the crap out of you.

But no, here you were, being smart with him. At least right now he didn't seem to mind. His fucked up smile was still in place.

"Because, my sweet, darling girl", he said slowly and crouched down before you, "because I want to fuck you when you're mine. I don't want scraps and pitiful silence. I'm not like the filth I threw on the train lines."

A violent shiver ran down your spine. It was the first time he mentioned the incident. For a few days you had almost asked yourself if that had really happened. And you had also asked yourself if your life so far had been a hallucination. Maybe you had always been his prisoner and maybe you had made up the role of your mother to keep yourself entertained and somehow deal with everything. They did have a lot in common.

"I want it willingly."

Odd. He didn't seem like the gentle type. Or the type who cared about consent.

"Don't mistake my words. I'm going to fuck you, no matter how you feel."

Ah.

"I don't give a shit if you feel sore, you have a headache, you've been crying or you're bleeding. I don't care if it is me who made you bleed." He leaned in so close that his warm, minty breath tickled your ear. "All the better."

For a moment, you were sure he was gonna bite your earlobe. A sound rumbled in his throat, almost like a groan and his lips were so close to your skin, you felt the wet warmth of that groan. But eventually, he pulled his head back and instead stared at you intensely.

"God, I want you."

The last two days had been weirder than usual. Instead of playing tricks on your mind and hitting you till blood trickled down your lip, he had been...considerate? It was hard to tell if that was the right word for it.

Many things were hard to tell nowadays.

It started with the dresses. He once came home - home, God help you - carrying countless bags which contained pretty and expensive dresses. All in your size and all to your liking.

Your style so far had been modest and humble, convenient mostly.

You knew that you could be pretty when you tried and wanted. Yet on most days you simply didn't care enough.

But when he came back with the dresses and left them in your room - and after you had spent enough hours sulking in the corner and being devastated about your loss of dignity when he forced you to drink water from a fucking bowl on the ground - Be a good girl and drink. I'd be really annoyed if you died of thirst. Yes, just like that. My good girl. - your curiosity finally got the better of you and you glanced into one of the bags.

Everything from silk to cashmere, with no ridiculous colors in sight. Everything was black, white, beige, cream, light rose or babyblue.

Then the lotus silk one in dark green.

It made you feel like a princess.

It felt like tiny kisses on your skin.

You couldn't help but try each and every one of them on.

And God, they felt good on you.

And eventually, you were forced to wear them. All you had was that one night dress. You had tried washing it in the sink and drying it on the radiator. But additionally to all the other bullshit he put you through, it was just too much. And so you put it on. The green one first.

The look on his face when you timidly left your room and tiptoed over to the living room had made you feel...

It made you feel...

You wanted to slap yourself until you came back to your senses, but no. It was enough when he did.

Desired. It made you feel desired.

It made you feel beautiful in a way you hadn't ever experienced before.

Sure, despite your questionable upbringing and your mother who constantly made sure you felt just below miserable, there had been men ogling you. Like the one who attacked you.

They'd stop what they were doing and glance you up and down, making sure you felt like a well-seasoned piece of meat.

Edible.

Fuckable.

But none of it was any comparison to him. The look in his eyes had been nothing short or fascination. The way his eyes gleamed and his lips parted in that soft exhale. His eyes didn't just linger on your breasts or ass. His sized you up entirely, like you were a porcelain doll to be cherished.

Of course you expected to hate the feeling.

But to your undying horror, you didn't.

You tried to think back to the many hits you'd taken from him, the humiliation and the countless tears.

And still, when he looked at you like that, you felt your cheeks grow warm and your insides tingle.

"Try them on for me." He had breathed.

You opened your mouth to protest, because that was what you usually did by now, you protested, but one look at him and it shut you up. Not because he was angry or because he had threatened you.

Because of that damn look.

You found yourself walking back to your room, your hands shaking and your heart racing. What were you doing here? Was this your life? Was this your punishment? Was he someone your mother had hired to punish you for escaping her?

You pushed all those thoughts aside and changed into the next dress. It was almost regal looking, a long white dress that hugged your body like a gentle embrace.

None of the dresses were cheap looking. They weren't even all too revealing. A little more than what you usually wore, yes, but all in all they were still kind of modest. But they highlighted your beauty in a way that made you feel exactly that.

Beautiful.

You took a shaky breath and made your way back to the living room. He had settled down on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand which he swirled around, lost in thought. The moment he heard you, he looked up from his glass and his eyes lit up in the same delight they had before, even more so.

He did something more now. He bit his lip.

He twirled his finger around, silently beckoning you to turn around, which you did. You turned around, almost timidly, feeling somewhat small under his assessing gaze. You still felt beautiful, but a part of you expected...

What?

That he laughed?

That he scoffed and recoiled in disgust?

Yes. Yes, that was exactly what a part of you felt he might do. Instead, he set his glass down and stood up, approaching you slowly and carefully, as though not to startle you.

You held your breath. He would hit you. You had done something wrong. You were wrong. You looked wrong. You didn't look the way he wanted you to.

He'd get rid of you.

By the time he reached you, you nearly suffocated. Your chest heaved rapidly under his scrutinizing gaze. When he lifted his hand and moved to touch your cheek, your eyes fluttered shut and you gasped.

But instead of hitting you, he...caressed you.

His touch was so gentle, more gentle than ever before. Like he was holding a delicate bird.

"Stand up straight." He breathed in your ear.

You swallowed thickly. And slowly obeyed. You fixed your posture slowly, pulling your shoulders back.

"Like that?" You whispered.

He nodded.

"Now your chin." He whispered back and gently placed a finger under your chin to lift it.

You let him guide you, feeling like his fingers left a trail of fire on their wake when he carefully ran them down the side of your neck.

"God, you're exquisite."

When you finally looked up at him, your eyes were wide and your breathing still far too quick. But his expression was calm. So calm. Almost gentle.

If he wasn't such a psychopath, he'd be really handsome, you realized. His eyes shone in a warm brown and his smile, albeit twisted, was beautiful. He was beautiful. Like a man made of marble who didn't mind getting messy.

When you realized what the hell you were thinking, you recoiled as if you’d been burned. His expression didn't waver, but he slowly pulled his hand back.

"Show me the next one." He murmured and sat back down.

You quickly made your way back and slumped down, your back pressed against the door.

What on earth was that? Were you now entirely out of your mind?

You didn't have many rules, but one of them went above all others.

Avoid him. Avoid him at all costs.

No unnecessary contact, because then you'd have less opportunities to make him angry. And maybe, just maybe, then you'd get out of the alive. You still had hope.

After a long moment of gathering your thoughts, you changed into the next dress. A soft beige cashmere dress, which hugged your curves sinfully.

You took a deep breath and made your way back. His gaze was fixed on the door and he looked at you with a subtle smirk.

"Look at that." He murmured.

You didn't know what he was referring to while you walked in there, a slight frown on your face.

"What?"

"Nothing. Turn around."

You turned around. It was easier this time. And it got easier with every dress. You changed, came in an twirled around. Changed, came in and twirled around. And at some point, his eyes started feeling almost natural on you. Like you were meant to wear those dresses for him on that particular day. It wasn't until the last dress, a beautiful, yet simple black dress, that you realized. Your stance had somewhat changed.

You stared at yourself in the mirror with a deep frown.

Was that you?

Who were you?

And how did you pull it off to show off these dresses looking almost...confident?

You made your way back, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

His face lit up at the sight and he took a sip of his drink.

"My favorite by far. That and the green one."

You stared at him speechlessly. What on earth were you supposed to do with that information?

He approached you slowly, with that predatory air on him as he slowly circled you, looking you up and down.

"Do you like the dresses?" He asked slowly.

"Yes." You whispered.

"Good." He smirked. "Then thank me."

You slowly, almost carefully, looked up at him. Did he expect...you to...

"Thank me." He whispered.

"Thank you for the dresses." You whispered back.

And just like that, he smiled in satisfaction.

"You're very welcome. They all look wonderful on you."

He sat back down and beckoned you to sit beside him, which you reluctantly did. You tried to keep your knees from bouncing up and down nervously and folded your hands in your lap.

"Who are you?"

You simply stared at him. Because you knew, every time you answered the question, even if you said the right words...Something bad happened. So, this time you stayed silent.

He took a slow breath and leaned closer.

"Who are you?"

"Please." You whispered. "Please, don't."

His expression immediately darkened and he took a tight hold of your chin.

"Answer the goddamn question."

"Your girl." You said quietly, but you were unable to meet his eyes as you did. "I'm your girl."

He hummed softly.

"Why?"

You blinked. "Why?"

He nodded. "Yes. Why?"

Suddenly your throat felt dry. You liked to think that you were actually pretty clever. But whenever you spoke to him, you felt like a complete idiot.

"Because I...I just am."

He raised a brow. "You just are?"

"I don't know what you want to hear."

His grip on your face loosened slightly and he shook his head.

"Do you despise me?" He suddenly asked. There was no emotion in his tone, just pure calculation.

You blinked again. You were almost sure you were going to die tonight. Too bad. The pretty dress would end up soaked in blood.

"I..."

"Because just a few minutes ago, you looked at me like you want me."

Suddenly you felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Actually, you had hoped he hadn't caught on that moment of weakness.

"That's not true." Somehow you managed to force a certain firmness in your voice.

He just smiled. "It's alright, sweet girl. You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. I know you’re ashamed. That’s fine. But a part of you likes me."

"But it isn't true!"

He tsked. "Listen, why don't you calm down and then we'll-"

"I could never like you!" You called out before you could think about. "I could never want a twisted person like you. You know what? There's a reason why no one ever loved you and why no one ever will. You're simply evil and there's nothing good or loveable about you. Nothing at all."

It felt like one of those horrible moment in apocalypse movies, just a moment before a protagonist is going to die. You knew you had fucked up. You just couldn't tell how bad yet.

By the time you managed to carefully lift your gaze to meet his, you got struck by unease. You could practically follow the shift in his eyes. From teasing and playful to something darker, something dead. He didn't even need to drop the smile. His eyes spoke loud enough.

"I'm sorry." You whispered breathlessly.

You couldn't even tell why you had said that, why the statement that you found something likeable about him had triggered you so badly. You weren't normally this reckless. This suicidal.

"I'm sorry." You whispered again, when he didn't move. "I don't know what came over me. Please. Forgive me. Please, I..."

The coldness in his eyes made you shut up. The man who called you exquisite and asked you to twirl around like a ballerina was gone. And you immediately knew he wasn't going to forgive you.

But what was even worse was that for some reason you felt so terrible for what you had said. Usually, you were pretty kind to everyone and didn't just go around saying hurtful things. If your words reached and hurt him didn't matter. What mattered was that you said them.

Immediately tears stung your eyes and you forced your gaze away from his. God, he would kill you.

And this time you were certain.

So, you weren't truly surprised when he roughly forced your back onto the sofa and straddled you. But you were still scared shitless. Your breath hitched and suddenly, just like that, you couldn't breathe again and you were mute. Betrayed again.

He pinned your wrists above your head and pushed you down with a rough movement, grinding down his hips against yours and forcing your legs apart.

First he would take what he wanted and then he would kill you.

Despite you being mute and frozen, you were still crying. Your body was being shaken by sobs and it only ever seemed to make him angrier.

"It appears to me", he growled furiously, "that you forgot your place."

You quickly shook your head, desperate to make him understand just how much you regretted what you had said, but before you could even try to open your mouth, a firm slap made you cry out in pain.

"No, please-"

There was your voice. And there went another slap. The intensity of it made you cry out as your head lolled to the side.

"Where is your place?" He growled. But before you could respond, he hit you again, all the while you felt his hardness pressed against you, ready to ruin you.

He had never done that before.

Sure, he had hit you when you got something wrong in a game, but he had never straight up beaten you for speaking.

Or what was even worse, he hadn't forced himself on you.

You had sensed the hardness between his legs once before, after he had made you drink the water from a bowl on the floor. But he hadn't mentioned it, hadn't made you look there, let alone touch it. He had skillfully ignored it and probably taken care of it himself afterwards.

He hadn't tried to kiss you.

Hadn't tried to reach between your legs.

Hadn't let you feel him.

But now you felt it, hard and urgent, straining against his pants and then your dress.

You had never felt a man like this before.

What a weird thought to have in this kind of situation.

"Please." You finally managed to sob out. "Please, I swear to you, I'll never do it again. I'll make up for it, please let me make up for it."

By the time his hand shot out for the sixth slap, you felt yourself go dizzy. Your face burned like fire under his palm and everything around you slowly went blurry. Your sight as well as the way you tried to hold your eyes open. They slowly blinked shut.

"I'm sorry." You whispered exhaustedly.

"Don't you dare pass out on me right now." He hissed and tightly grasped your chin.

When, instead of answering, you murmured something inaudible, he sighed deeply.

"Fuck." He murmured. His touch on your face grew softer. Then he slowly tilted your chin up, examining your face.

"I marked your pretty face." He said in a bland tone. You didn't say anything back.

"But I had to remind you that you don't just get to say and do anything you want." He gritted out. He was obviously still furious.

You didn't understand why he sounded like he was trying to justify his actions or why he even cared if you passed out. You had actually expected him to go off on that.

As if on cue, he reached down and carefully adjusted his pants, letting out a soft sigh at the touch.

You felt him press against you for a moment longer. He was obviously fighting with himself. Despite everything, the friction caused a nervous twitch in your lower body. He seemed to notice it and checked your expression. Eventually he forced himself away from you. He got up and ran his hands through his hair.

"Take a nap and calm down. I'll be back in a while."

With quick steps he disappeared to his bedroom. For a short, reckless moment you caught yourself thinking; he'll be occupied fucking his hand for at least five minutes. If you go and find the keys he always carries around when he leaves...

But your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of him. It was barely audible. You were sure you weren't even supposed to hear it. But you did. A moan. He moaned.

You closed your eyes. Oh God.

He had managed it. He had messed up your brain even more than it already was. Instead of crying, because your face hurt like hell, you felt a certain warmth spread through you.

Honey, you cannot seriously-

Shut up, mother.

You heard him again and now you were sure. You felt yourself grow wet. Immediately, your face flared up in even more heat and your breath caught in your throat.

What on earth was wrong with you?

He had nearly killed you, nearly taken you, nearly-

"Ah, oh, fuck." He groaned.

Your brows furrowed and you took a shaky breath. You could almost see it in your mind. The way his hand slowly slid down his chest. It made your heart skip a beat.

Enough!

You jumped up and scurried back to the bathroom. You locked the door and paused before the mirror. The sight made you wince. He had indeed marked you up. His hand, angrily imprinted into your cheek. You gingerly reached out to touch it, but stopped short of your skin.

He had done this to you. Just as he had done so many other things to you.

You were trapped in these godforsaken halls.

All you had wanted to do was go home after a long day of work, read a book in silence and eat a warm meal. Instead you got trapped into this hell, where he slowly manipulated his way under the trauma that had been cursing through your body and mind for years.

He destroyed all the walls you had built up, all the aid you had taken to repair the little sanity that was left in you.

The little confidence. The little love. The little you.

Now it was all gone.

You felt a tear run down your cheek and you immediately wiped it away. The touch made you wince in pain, it was rather harsh. You couldn't help it. You were angry.

You were so, so angry.

Why was it that no one could ever be good to you?

Why did you always attract the attention of twisted people?

You didn't deserve that. You didn't want it. And God, you didn't ask for it.

You had been a sweet child. Innocent and curious as every child is. Until your mother, who knew nothing but hate by day and pain at night, turned you into a shell of a person. And when you finally, finally made it out of her chokehold and you thought you could now live your life in peace, happily ignoring everything wrong in your life, he came.

He came and destroyed your fragile peace.

With shaky hands you leaned down and splashed your face with cold water. You carefully dried it up and stood like that for a while, holding onto the sink tightly.

And you made a silent promise to yourself.

You would get out of here and get your peace back.

The night was quiet. He didn't try to approach you, punish you, torture you in any way. He simply let you sleep.

The second your face touched the pillow, you passed out.

The morning went on just as quiet. You took a quick bath, before you put on one of the horrible dresses. You didn't care which one, you just wanted this to get over with.

The rest of your life.

After you spent two hours pacing the room, you decided you needed to speak to him. Ask him nicely maybe. Or steal his gun and murder him. You didn't care anymore. You needed to get out.

With quick, determined steps you stormed out to the kitchen and were surprised to find it empty. The other rooms were empty as well. You even gathered all your courage and knocked on his bedroom door. When no answer came, you sighed and went back to the kitchen.

Maybe he had abandoned you. He had thrown away all the food and he would come back in a few days after you died of starvation. Yes, that sounded reasonable.

But to your great surprise, that wasn't the case. Instead, on the kitchen table stood a gracious amount of food. Everything from rice and beans, to spinach and even…lemon cake.

You frowned as you thought back to the second day with him.

"What does always manage to cheer you up?"

"Mostly books." You had whispered, after he had just finished nearly choking you to oblivion, because you had answered another question to his displeasure. "But when things are remarkably bad, then lemon cake."

You stared at the cake as if it was poisonous. Which it probably was. You took a step closer and then you saw the note.

Sorry.

That was it. Just sorry. Sorry?

Your eyes widened as you stared down at it.

What was this?

Did he actually apologize?

You didn't care that it was written on a post-it. The word on the post-it was Sorry.

You had to sit down, because you felt like your knees were about to give in.

After a long moment of simply staring down at it, you reached out and took a bite of the lemon cake.

It was fruity and sweet and everything good in the world.

You took another bite and choked back your sobs.

After he came home, he didn't say anything for a long while and so didn't you. Just a quick glance of acknowledgement.

He didn't comment on how you sat there, reading. Of course you expected him to beat you down with the book. But he didn't. Instead he averted his gaze and disappeared into his room.

And he didn't say anything for the rest of the day either, until suddenly he declared that he didn't intend to rape you and so the conversation dragged on.

You felt especially snarky today, after yesterday he got so angry and took it out on you. After he awkwardly vanished and you heard him. After you remembered that you didn't deserve to be treated like shit, right after you had felt incredibly aroused, because you heard him touch himself.

"God, I want you." He breathed in your ear. And then you did the unthinkable. You pushed him back. The movement was gentle. But you pushed him back.

He growled deep in his throat and seconds later the vase from the coffee table crushed against the wall in a loud scatter. At least it wasn’t you who flew into the wall.

You would have winced from the sound. But it was so sudden and somehow almost funny. But you knew better than to smirk.

"Who are you?" He hissed.

You stayed silent.

He took a long, slow breath. Then he reached out and touched your cheek, his fingers digging into your bruised skin, making you flinch. He raised his hand like he was going to slap you again. You wanted to cower in fear, but you forced yourself to keep looking at him, your eyes wide.

He kept staring down at you and slowly lowered his hand back down.

"You're still beautiful." He said quietly.

You didn't expect him to say that or the way his fingers gently trailed down your cheek. You inhaled sharply and slowly closed your eyes. It was like trusting a bear to guard your life, when it was covered in honey.

"Are you going to hit me again?" You whispered.

After a beat, he quietly said: "No."

His mood swings were terrifying, but you knew there were far scarier things about him.

Like the way his eyes darkened whenever he got really angry. Which was often the case.

Or the way he hummed whenever you did something wrong.

You needed to get the hell out of here. And quickly. So, maybe, maybe, if you just played along…

Or the way he made you weak and scary enough, not entirely in a bad way. You were certain he had manipulated you into thinking this. Into, somehow, caring. This was the worst that could happen to you. The absolute worst.

He sighed. "Sweet girl, are you..."

Maybe then you would get out alive. All you had to do was play along. All you had to be was…

“I’m your girl.”

[vampstarkey]

FRIENDS FUCK TOO

Masterlist

♱𝅼 Warnings: unprotected sex, of four, spanish woman, reader has big breasts, ass slapping, oral, pussy spitting & hair pulling.

♱𝅼 Note: I don't know why but this theme seemed good to me.

Your life on the island took an unexpected turn when you met Rafe Cameron. Contrary to what your friends said, he didn’t seem like the typical jerk everyone painted him to be. With you, he was different. He always found an excuse to take you to places you’d never been and made a point of including you in the side of his life that was completely foreign to yours.

Rafe wasn’t the impulsive psychopath your friends kept warning you about. As much as you lived in opposite worlds—you a Pogue, and he a Kook — a strange friendship formed between you. But deep down, you knew there was something more. He didn’t see you as just a friend. It was evident in the lingering glances, the excuses to get closer, the teasing disguised as playful banter.

One night, during another one of Rafe’s improvised adventures, he dragged you to a bar. It was typical of him: a little chaos, a little fun, just the two of you. He knew you weren’t much of a drinker, but he seemed to enjoy watching you in that environment he mastered so well. You felt a little out of your element but, at the same time, enjoyed the sensation of escaping the monotony. Being with Rafe was like walking a tightrope: dangerous but addictive.

– Take it easy there, or the alcohol’s gonna hit you fast – he said, leaning casually against the counter as he watched you down a bottle of beer.

You let out a low laugh, placing the bottle on the counter with a light tap.

– Relax, Cameron. I can take care of myself; I’m a big girl – you replied, trying to sound confident, even as you felt the warmth rising to your cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk that showed he didn’t believe you for a second.

– Really? Because the last time you said that, I had to carry you home practically in my arms, sweetheart.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. He knew exactly how to disarm you.

– Exaggerating. I only tripped once – you shot back, pouting and narrowing your eyes at him.

Rafe laughed, the sound deep and carefree. He leaned in a little closer, narrowing the space between you.

– You tripped three times, to be exact. You’re a klutz – Rafe said, laughing again.

You huffed but ended up laughing too. The beer in your hand felt lighter, and you felt looser than you had in any recent moment but, of course, still sober enough. His gaze was intense, and you realized you were starting to stare back for too long.

– So, what’s the plan for tonight? – you asked, trying to break the tension.

Rafe shrugged, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gave away something more.

– We could do a lot of things, princess. We've been here long enough. Want to go back to my place?

And there you were again, flirting with the danger he represented, not knowing where it would all lead and, maybe, not caring. You thought for a few seconds before breaking the silence with your response.

– To do what at your place? – you countered his question with another as you rested your chin on your hand.

– Oh, I don’t know, maybe just finish the night there. Only if you want, though. It’s getting late. I can drop you off at your house after, if you’d prefer – Rafe said, finishing the drink in his glass before turning his attention back to you.

– Fine by me, we can go. There’s nothing else to do anyway – you agreed.

– Great choice, princess – he said, stepping away from the counter and pulling you out of the bar.

Rafe drove in silence, something unusual for him, but the atmosphere wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, there was something about the way he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, illuminated briefly by the road lights, that made your skin tingle. He didn’t need to say anything for the tension to hang heavy in the air.

The Cameron house was just as grand as you remembered from the other times you’d been there, but tonight it felt emptier. No signs of Rose or Ward, only the sound of your breathing as he unlocked the door and stepped aside to let you in.

— Make yourself comfortable. You know the place. — He said, closing the door behind you and tossing his keys onto the hall table.

You walked into the living room, your fingers lightly grazing the surface of one of the leather armchairs. The familiarity of the space should’ve been comforting, but the way Rafe followed you, always just a few steps behind, made your heart race.

— Want a drink? — He asked, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. The mischievous smile that always seemed to accompany him was still there, but there was something different in his eyes now—something that made your entire body feel warm.

— I think I’ve had enough for tonight. — You replied, crossing your arms lightly.

He let out a low chuckle, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps, as if testing your limits. When he stopped in front of you, it was impossible to ignore the heat radiating off him or the way his dark eyes seemed to take in every detail of you.

— Good. I want you sober for this. No excuses tomorrow. — He said, his voice low, almost a whisper, as he tilted his head slightly, leaning in closer.

You felt your breath hitch and tried to keep your composure, but it was difficult with him so close, with everything about him screaming danger and attraction all at once.

— Excuses for what, Rafe? — You challenged, tilting your chin up and locking your gaze with his.

The smile he gave you was almost predatory, his fingers lifting a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers.

— This. — He murmured, leaning in, his face just inches from yours.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Your breathing was uneven, but you didn’t pull back, and he noticed. He always noticed. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, and when his hand finally reached up to touch your face, you felt your skin burn under his touch.

— You’re more dangerous than I thought. — He said softly, his lips curling into a smile full of intentions.

— Me? — You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of nervousness and adrenaline. — I think you’ve got the roles mixed up here.

He laughed, but this time it was lower, rougher, and you knew you were playing with fire.

— You know what? — He asked as he stared at your lips.

— What? — You answered as you stared back at him, you were totally following the mood he was putting you two in.

— Friends fuck too. — Rafe said this without a hint of shame on his face as if he had been dying to say that for ages.

A surprised expression soon took over your face, but you liked the idea, it caught you off guard and you didn't know if it was a joke or if he was serious, Rafe loved to play with your face sometimes.

— You're joking. Stop being an idiot. — You gave him a light push on the shoulder.

— I'm not joking, doesn't this seem real enough to you? — He quickly pulled you closer, you could now feel his warm breath against your face.

Your body didn't move a single step, you stayed right there while he grabbed you.

— Well, this seems too real to me. —You answered, but a little hesitantly. — Wouldn't that ruin our friendship?

—Of course not, it would only strengthen our friendship even more, but in a very good way. — Rafe slid his hands down the curve of your neck, caressing it.

Rafe finally attacked your lips without hesitation. Your bodies were completely glued together and the atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter. His mouth was soft, you could feel how good he was doing that, you just wanted to be able to let him do whatever he wanted. In your mind you didn't know if it was because of the drink that was taking effect or not, but deep down you felt like he just wanted to take out all that accumulated lust for your hot friend.

There you were, lying with your legs open for Rafe on top of his bed while he sucked you. Your fingers were touching his head, pressing his face into your pussy. His tongue licked the entire length of your wetness, making you moan softly.

— What a delicious pussy, — Rafe said as he sucked you all over. His hands held your thighs as he spread your legs even further to smear you all over with his skillful tongue.

Your back arched, your legs immediately went to either side of his shoulders. You were rubbing yourself against Rafe’s face and he was loving the sight in front of him.

— You’re so good at this, shit. — Your voice came out slurred, all you could focus on was how well he was sucking you.

He spat on your pussy, rubbing his face right there, his tongue playing with your entrance, he was torturing you.

— I want to fuck you every day. — His nose brushed against your clit as he sank his tongue and face deeper into your pussy. — You're going to let me eat you whenever I want, huh?

— Yes, Rafe... I'm all yours. — You kept rubbing yourself against his face, you were almost cumming.

He stuck his tongue inside your greedy hole, moving his tongue inside. You were so wet, it was the first time a guy had managed to make you like this in months.

— Moan for me, let me hear you calling for me.

Rafe stuck two fingers inside you while he sucked and licked your clit with skill, he seemed like a professional at it, he licked you so well. His fingers began to move quickly in your wet slit, Rafe seemed almost drunk with your sweet taste.

— Rafe, oh, fuck. Suck me like that, yea. — You whimpered.

Rafe's fingers rubbed your clit with more pressure, making your body spasm automatically. Meanwhile, his tongue was still working on you. His face was getting all wet because of you.

— Like that, is it? — He thrust his face eagerly into your pussy, moving his tongue up and down without hesitation.

— Yes, just like that. — You held the pillowcase tightly as your eyes rolled back.

He quickly stopped sucking you and removed his two fingers from inside you.

— Damn, why did you stop?

— The game can't end so soon, darling. — He moved his body up, getting on top of you. — Get on all fours for me, I want to fuck you while looking at that ass.

Your body shivered at his words and you quickly obeyed, placing yourself in the position he asked. Your face was buried in the pillow and your ass was raised towards him, giving him a view of your entire open pussy.

— Hot little slut, you have no idea what you do to me, girl. — Rafe slapped your ass and positioned himself behind you, ready to fuck you.

Rafe thrust his cock inside you, making you let out a loud moan. He was so big and thick that your pussy was crying.

— Oh Rafe..

— Yes, say my name, moan like the good little bitch you are. — He began to move, thrusting hard and without a shred of mercy. He was dying to skin your pussy.

With his free hands, Rafe grabbed a handful of your hair and wrapped it in his hands, pulling it as he thrust his cock deep inside. You could feel your pussy being torn apart by his size and thickness.

— Yea, fuck my pussy. — You rolled your eyes, no one had ever fucked you as well as this man.

— Dirty bitch, I'm going to fuck you all over. — He pulled your hair harder, your moans were like music to his ears. You could feel the impact of his balls hitting your ass as he thrust faster and deeper inside you.

Your pussy began to contract against his hardness. You could feel his cock so deep touching your womb that you began to writhe on the bed.

— Oh Baby Girl, so thirsty for cock. Look how easily he enters you. — He slapped your ass hard, eliciting a scream that was soon muffled by the pillow that covered your face as you were fucked mercilessly.

The man pressed your head against the mattress, leaving you immobile, you were burning with desire. Your full breasts were squeezed as he pressed your body down, thrusting into you from behind. You were both so excited that you felt like you were going to cum fast.

— Keep it up. — Your moans were getting more and more desperate.

Rafe quickly brought your hands up to your head with you still on your back and continued his movements. He grunted as he felt you throb several times in a row.

— Look at you, I should have done this before. — His aggressive waist came back and forth quickly.

Unable to hold it any longer, you came, you came hard on his cock. He laughed victoriously as you came limply, he had been expecting this, you had been horny for ages, you needed that.

— You came so fast, baby, but I still need you.

Rafe turned you around in a sudden movement, making you face him again. He didn’t need to say anything else, you volunteered by getting on your knees on the bed.

— Hold those tits, I’m going to fuck them. — He ordered.

You held your breasts pressed together. Rafe quickly moved his cock to the middle of your full breasts, fitting himself there. You moved your big tits up and down on him as you looked at him.

— Do you like it like this? — You bit your lip as you let him rub his cock against your full breasts.

Rafe nodded in agreement as he felt his cock being wrapped around your big breasts.

— Your tits are so fucking hot, I can’t wait to get them all wet with cum. — He fucked your tits faster, a hoarse moan left his lips as he rubbed himself against you.

Rafe was insane, he just wanted to cum inside you. As he rubbed himself against your breasts, his hand helped by masturbating your thickness.

— Keep that little mouth wide open for me. — Rafe slapped your face lightly.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, already waiting for what was to come. Rafe felt like he was going to explode, so he soon reached orgasm, wetting your tits and his mouth, leaving you all dirty. You swallowed what fell on your lips while Rafe cleaned every drop of cum that fell on your breasts, taking it to your mouth and making you swallow even more.

— That’s my girl, swallowed it all. — You fell onto the bed exhausted, your body was softer than usual. Rafe soon lay down next to you, seeing the state you were in.

— You finished me off. — You said without much strength or courage.

— Is my baby needy? Well, I guess I’ll have to take care of you then. — He covered you with the sheet, leaving you comfortably on the bed and left a kiss on your forehead.

— When you have enough strength to get up, I’ll take you to the bathroom so we can take a shower. You’ll sleep with me tonight. — Rafe gave a half smile as he looked at you, stroking your hair.

— I’ll get used to it like this. — You joked.

— Don’t worry, this is just the beginning, princess.