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XZ Album ăæ仏 WEă early cpns.
you know we just need a few things to see and itâs a whole bunch of cpns we can produce after đđđ thatâs the magic of being a turtle. lol. we may be interpreting this whole thing wrong but thatâs usual when it comes to speculations we make and i think thatâs the joy of it.
iâll start of with this one that made me want to scream and cry:
i mean⊠shut upâŠ. noooooo⊠wdym đđđ
why you gotta pull the wei wuxian imagery like that. iâm very very weak for this. the writing mimics that of a red ribbon. of all things. tho the WM here as how fans interpret it and how i think xz intended it to is WM: WÇMen (æ仏) as in We/Us or WM: We and Me (æćâæ仏â) (WÇ hĂ© âWÇmenâ). not to mention that the color scheme of this red is 911005. his bday. everything is intentional.
but still. red ribbon. come on. who can blame us for clowning like this when he makes it so easy. itâs not a secret that the untamed and the role of wwx is important to him career wise and well *ehem* personally *ehem* because of a certain someone. if you donât wanna look that far then just go with the W as in WANG. lol. and if itâs WM, M flipped is still W. so thatâs how transfixed he is with the letter W. i wonder why. đ
now we move on to the snippets of what the song means & how itâs making us think of wybâs previous single everything is lovely ( which has a separate cpn too between them )
QQ music said this line connected to the album/song:
âAbout me, about you, about TA (him/her), or the relationship between people in this big city.â
this is pretty similar to the message of everything is lovely â itâs about appreciating everyone and looking at life and your surroundings as interconnected. they both have that sense in them. what we do and say, it has an effect and we are all related even if itâs a big city we live in. plus the use of TA which does not specify the gender. we love that! đđŒđđŒđđŒ
we get more of an expanded idea too via xzs post of the activity for the release. it mentioned a description. you can substitute the we to us if that reads better to you:
âSome people say that WE are close friends, cats and dogs waiting for us to come home every night are concrete in life.
Some people say that WE make friends with all kinds of emotions... are virtualization hidden inside the heart.
These characters of âMEâ, and emotions form different "WE".
We are placed in a prism named "life", where light breaks it down into multi-faceted spaces. We travel through different spaces as lights flow and capture our own colors.
Starting from "Me", feel the intersection related to "Me", and then return to understand "self". What is the "we" behind "Me"?
A trace of emotion, a thing, a friend... The bits and pieces around "Me" all make up "We".
i think if you are someone who have been watching them for a while and the messaging they are sending out then you will see the common theme/connection here. the cats and dogs waiting for us to come home every night. that reminds me of the cpn that they have a cat and dog at home, at some point. and itâs what they want too. the interconnection of you/other people and appreciating everything around you, thatâs the vibe iâm getting right now. of course we will know more one we have the song/s and the full lyrics and possibly some backstory from xz.
a coincidence too that the âme and weâ is giving the same energy as â u and iâ which is in wybâs weibo bio. which i know is something UNIQ related but there you go.
whatâs more chilling i guess is the âweâ was emphasized and used as a caption between them by hui-ge ( cpn about this fansite here which is a primer of sorts but there are other instances aside from whatâs there ) which was i have a we / i have us. i mean. come on. too bad they havenât posted in so long especially because fans were looking too much into them ( cpn about this photo/ post here )
the use of âweâ which they have mistakenly said back in 2019 when talking about themselves:
other minor similarities:
* the concept of multiple xz and wyb through something prism/mirror like.
* both xz and ybo using similar captions which is not new but most importantly, starting an activity for fans to participate in. which iâm not sure but possibly other artists do too. but whatever, letâs add that đ
* and the PINK! because pink is the color of love! what are the chances they will use the same color?
lastly, one of the release dates is 11/19. and as cpfs we have a whole story about that and itâs nice that we get to continue that timeline. cpfs think itâs a confirmation of the importance of this date too ^^
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i surely missed some things on here and thatâs fine. if something important comes up i will make a separate post! iâm so excited for this month! xz really blessed us đ„čđ„čđ„čđ
#yizhan#bjyx#i didnât intend for this post to be THIS long blame it on xz#there is no science here iâm just clowning like i always do
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For the character ask meme:
Marvel vs Capom Megaman!
Technically that would just be Classic Mega Man, so we'll go with him!
Send Me a Character
And I will tell you my:
First impression I know who Mega Man was and that there were different ones (I just wasn't sure how or if they were necessarily connected at first, so I drew him and Hub interchangeably but confusedly). I think Rock is cute, but his design was too simple for my tastes.
Something about Smash's additional details clicked so well to me. (MM11 is still not quite there for some reason, so I don't use it.)
Impression now I've always had an interest in robot characters, and after learning more about him, I was somehow able to explore so much with that concept and just Mega Man's character in general. Unsurprisingly, working with him reminded me a lot of Astro Boy and the situations he faces with the innocent mindset of a child and the body of a robot, just not as heavy (I won't talk about the Archie Comics, I stopped following after a while for reasons).
The thing about working with child characters is that they aren't always going to act like older characters, in their words and their emotional responses. On top of that, drawing them is particular too-- their faces, the things they do with their hands, etc.
It leaves a lot to think about, but the thoughts are very welcomed. Kinda like a "put yourself in their shoes" sorta exercise.
So besides the fact that I grew to really love the Mega Man series, with its fun characters and robot designs, I really appreciate the "pureness" of Rock's character. I know he's also a hero with a strong sense of justice, but in the end he's also just a child. A robot child.
Even when compared to the other Mega Mans, Rock is the simplest, purest form of the non-human. His "humanness", while present, differs from X and his complexities despite them both being totally mechanical. Hence why I chose that word "pure".
Though Rock may appear simple, it turns out it's with much meaning. At least to me it does. I have no idea if these words make sense.
Favorite moment This is a Smash thing, but watching the lights of Mega Man's eyes during his fighter reveal is always gonna be so cool.
Idea for a story I made two (ancient) comics that touch on the uncomfortable dynamic between Rock and Dark Pit. I never really clarified it, because I'm still not sure, but Dark Pit's harsh attitude toward Rock were meant to cover for something else.
It's been so long, I don't know if I'll ever return to it. But there's definitely a lot of loose ends I've still left flying around. (Y'know... Like the one with Beck.)
Unpopular opinion I don't really like Rock's MM7/MM8-type proportions. He looks way too tall and way too lanky.
Favorite relationship *Coughs loudly in Captain N*
Favorite headcanon The little depictions that remind you Rock is originally (and still is) a helper robot are very sweet to see.
#wow looking back at my comics from that time makes me feel nostalgic#but also darn I used to write so much (I feel so bad that I haven't done things that nice of a size since)#like I want to but ahhh my energy is stolen by my work...#for real though I really did put all my energy into those megaman comics#well at least I have a lot of them on paper than none at all :)#Asks#Ask Mew#rubyrosevalentine#megaman#rockman#I don't really think there's any way for me to interestingly talk about rock solely in the topic of mvc#so yeah we'll talk about him in general (it's for the character after all)
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I really do not understand why Varric is the one pursuing Solas. I mean, I understand the Doylist explanation â Varric is a beloved character who will now have featured in three separate games, as well as multiple novels and comics.
But the Watsonian explanation is not clicking. I did my homework. I sat down and read The Missing, but that did not help at all. In fact, I have now considered my Inquisitor and am completely confident that Dirthara Lavellan's plan for dealing with the Solas problem would absolutely not be "send the ageing viscount of Kirkwall on a months long wild goose chase, with the apparent end goal of ... talking Solas out of his plan".
First, I don't see why Varric would be the most likely person to be able to reach Solas. The Inquisitor herself seems the more reasonable option.
Second, Varric is viscount of Kirkwall, a city-state notorious for setting itself on fire if you take your eyes off it for five minutes. I appreciate Alistair had a few adventures in the graphic novels, and there was that time Maric got lost in the Deep Roads but ... broadly, heading up the "Stop Solas" taskforce is a whole separate responsibility that does not seem to be something you should allocate to a man who has the Worst City in Thedas to rule.
Third ... seriously, the plan is to find Solas and have a chat? That's it? It's clearly it. All through The Missing, they keep noting that they don't really know what they'll do if they actually stumble across Solas. And the backup plan, to which Harding occasionally alludes and at which Varric consistently baulks, is to stab Solas until he stops moving. That one ... also doesn't inspire much confidence.
At this point, I'm not sure what Solas's plan entails or exactly what the outcome will be. I'm not even 100% sure I'm opposed to it. I recognise that the narrative is telegraphing that this is bad but, eh, they say that about blood magic too, and my feelings on that are much more complicated.
Surely, instead of chasing Solas all over the map like a fantasy Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, we should be researching what his scheme entails, and potentially how to disrupt it. There have to be options other than this. We have a game series littered with elven scholars like Merrill, accomplished mages like Dorian or Morrigan, thoughtful rebels like Briala or Anders and ... we're ... not ... going to do anything with that?
In both Origins and Inquisition the set up established that there was a solid plan that unexpectedly failed: the Battle of Ostagar in the former and the Conclave in the latter. While I was not a fan of how many of its established plot lines Inquisition chose to just blow up instead of actually resolving, I at least understand how both scenarios led to a rag tag band who should never have been responsible for any of this saving the world. Dragon Age 2 was about the systematic failure of government in Kirkwall and, again, Hawke is forced to act as the people in power utterly refuse to do anything reasonable at all.
Here, my question is â why are we doing it like this now, before we have to?
Ah, well. Maybe it will become clear in time. I may look back on this post and laugh.
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they get high and kiss i think
#also a notice that there is an influx of submissions on my straw page!#if you are going to send one it is much appreciated but i may be slower to get to it. love you all!!#life is strange#life is strange fanart#lis fan art#chasefield#victoria chase#max caulfield#victoria chase fanarr#max caulfield fan art
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3rd of july Ë àŒ àłâ.Ë nanami kento
piece written in collaboration with my beloved friend and one of my favorite people, @rahuratna, for nanami's (a.k.a. internet's collective husbando) birthday. đ𧥠content warning: fluff/comedy/sugestiveness word count: 1k
Nanami wasn't one to make big celebrations on his birthday. Up until he met you, he'd usually go about his work day quietly, saving up a few extra hours to simply go bowling or visit his favorite restaurants for dinner.
After you both started dating, not much had changed. You'd simply tag along for whatever he had planned, and would usually surprise him with something by the time you both got home - a box of dark chocolate, a new set of lingerie, a nice warm scented bath, a new CD album he had been looking for.
This time, however, you decided to push your luck on teasing the poor man.
On his birthday, of all days.
"Kento, how do you feel about surprise parties?" you ask, hiding the smile pulled on your cheeks behind your tea cup.
On the couch by your side, you could feel Nanami holding the urge to flinch the moment you were finished speaking.
"They are not my favorite," he answers in earnest.
"Seriously?" you inquire with a faux disheartened look.
"Yes," Nanami replies, with a tinge of concern to his voice.
"That is... unfortunate, then," you ensue, putting your tea on the coffee table and pulling your robe tighter around your body.
His Adam's apple bobs as he silently gulps.
"Why?"
"Well, my plan was to surprise you when you got home, but I figured you wouldn't want to get instantly jumped. So I told them to wait in the room," you finally say, with a grave finality, pointing to the closed bedroom door.
Truth is, he has no clue what you are really up to.
"DarlingâŠ" Nanami sighs, ever so patiently, "I thought it would just be the both of us unwinding, like the past years."
"I⊠I'm sorry, I really wanted to surprise you with something different this time."
You do sound regretful, and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek in response. Even now, he doesn't quite find it in himself to be annoyed at you, even if the prospect of Gojo lurking around his bedroom is enough to send disgusted shivers down his spine.
"It's⊠fine. Let's get this over with at once, and then have the house to ourselves."
"Are you sure? I could always go in there and tell them to-"
"No," he counters firmly. "You've arranged something a little different this year, and I'm going to appreciate it."
"Come on, then."
As perceptive as he is, Nanami doesn't notice the mischievous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Naturally, since you have successfully planted a seed in his mind, a terrifying image of his pristine suits being tried on by students and his custom made bowling ball being transformed into a disco light by the white-haired menace he calls a colleague.
When you reach the door and step aside for him, he visibly braces himself, fingers almost straightening a phantom tie at his throat.
"Sweetheart, I need to go and fetch a scarf. It's a little chilly in here."
Bless his heart. He's actually playing along.
You raise your voice.
"Oh, I left the blue one on the top shelf. Your closet."
"Right."
Nanami heads in with the air of a man charging from the trenches to face a volley of cannon fire. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes taking in the room.
It is empty of people, for starters.
The comforter on the bed has been pulled back, the white sheets scattered with rose petals. Candles have been placed strategically on the bedside table and vanity, emitting the subtle scent of the ocean. On a corner of the bed, a few ribbon-wrapped gifts await; a small stack of books and a box of his favourite dark chocolate with orange.
You saunter in behind him and he turns to you with a look that is both a solemn reprimand and a loving promise of a punishment you may appreciate later.
"Hmm. It's awfully crowded in here, my dear."
"Well, the rose petals were quite chatty, Kento. They've taken up all the space on our bed."
"They have indeed, you little-"
You laugh as you slip out of his reach, standing coyly in the doorway.
"Have a look at your gifts first."
He narrows his eyes, but approaches the bed, fingers unraveling the ribbon that holds the books together.
"What do we have here? 'The Master and Margarita.' Ah, wonderful. 'Bowling your way home: A salaryman's escape from bondage.'"
He pauses and raises an eyebrow and you gesture airily for him to keep going.
"Fine. What's this one? The-"
His voice cuts off abruptly.
"Kento? Are you all right?"
Very slowly, he turns to you.
"You got me the Kama Sutra?"
"I figured it would make a nice addition to your collection. I may even borrow it, from time to time."
You approach him now, casually opening the book to where you've placed a strategic leather marker within the section on sex positions.
"Since it's your birthday, maybe you'd like to start with the Virsha here?"
He considers the page seriously, before taking the book from you and flipping through it.
"I'm not sure, darling. You've put in enough effort setting all of this up."
Handing it back to you, he watches the flush that spreads upwards, across your neck as you are presented with the Indrani pose he has chosen instead.
"How about you let me do the work from here on out?"
"Well... "
"No, I insist."
His voice has that special intonation now, the husky rumble of desire, the inflection of hushed intimacy, the promise of that playful nature that only reveals itself when you're entangled in the sheets together.
You lay the book down, open to the very instructive illustration.
"In that case, let me present you with my last gift."
"There's another?"
Wordlessly, the robe you've been so studiously arranging around yourself slides to the floor. His kindling gaze takes in the sheer, violet lace, the tiny flowers embroidered strategically over the parts of you that he will discover at leisure.
***
Later, when the gossamer material lies discarded on the floor, when his exhausted limbs entwine with your own, when his golden hair runs like silk between your fingers, you speak into the hush of the bedroom.
"Happy birthday, my love."
His voice is muffled from where his face is pressed against your stomach.
"That was quite the surprise party."
"Maybe we should have one every year."
He snorts indignantly, but his lips curve in a smile against your skin all the same.
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Windbrook Save 2.0 (In collaboration with @cowboycid and @bobnewbie)- Feat. a family by @oshinsimss
DISCLAIMER: While this is a CC free save file, it is pack and kit heavy. To give more context, this save utilizes ALL EPs, GPs, and SPs (except My First Pets) as well as ALL KITS (except Bust The Dust and Poolside Splash) While you may not own every pack or kit that I used, the save file is still playable. Everything missing will be substituted.
What's new in 2.0
Willow Creek has new homes, rentals, and one new retail lot
Newcrest has been built (restaurant, gym, retail, and generic lots)
Magnolia Promenade has been built, while somewhat finished, still needs work
Every lot that's finished (including commercial) and families have descriptions, stories, jobs, etcetera
New townies from @simsontherope and @cowplant-snacks
Families from @bobnewbie
A special family, The Westfalls made exclusively by @oshinsimss
Special collaboration with @cowboycid
Other worlds are still empty, I do plan on building new worlds
SCREENSHOTS AND MORE INFO BELOW
SPECIAL THANKS
First and foremost I want to thank my good good friend @cowboycid for collaborating with me on this project. I'm so happy we met when we did because I was starting to lose light. You inspired me to keep going, and for that I appreciate you DOWN. You're a real one sis, no tea. Hugs and kisses for ever. I also want to thank @bobnewbie for coming through with families. You don't understand just how life saving they were. I didn't get a chance to use all of them, and my original concept for the save fell through due to time constraints, but I'm thankful to have had access to the diverse array of families you made for the save. A huge thank you to @oshinsimss for taking the time to create a beautiful family, The Westfalls, exclusively for Windbrook 2.0, I love them so much. Also a big thank you to @cowplant-snacks and @simsontherope for their townies. Without them, the townies would just be... ugh, you know. So, thank you for having them available on the gallery. I also want to thank @anthonydaydreamer for just showing up for me through this whole process. Like, you just get it boo! Hugs and kisses! Finally a quick apology to those I intended on sending preview copies of the save. Time was not on my side near the end, things took more time than I thought. Honestly, I needed to get this project off my computer ASAP. I really hope you guys understand. Big hugs and kisses. Thank you everyone for all the kind words and support over these past few months, your words kept me going, even if I didn't feel I had anymore left to give. This save is a love letter to you all, the simblr community.
Thank you, honestly, truly.
*terrain replacement in screenshots by K-hippie, you donât need it, itâs just for screenshots + updated download link to include The Westfalls made by @oshinsimss for Windbrook 2.0 - please find more info here*
*updated download as of 10/11/23*
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Jiyaaaan request coming your way~
While training his soldiers, one of them accidentally calls him 'Dad'. This leads to the reader teasing them but Jiyan teases back by calling them 'Mom' (or the gender neutral for it?)
(Was reading tv tropes and Jiyan had the 'A Father to his Men' tropes in his character tab lol)
A/n: Anon this request was so sweet, thank you sm for sending it in! Jiyan the father of an army fr.. I do hope I executed it well. Enjoy!
Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, fluff and playful stuff, nothing more
The morning sun had long since shifted its axis towards the center of the sky, blazing down through cotton clouds that sailed the azure skies. Below them, in the open fields, west of the main base cacophony sounded, consisting of commands, groans and other sounds of effort as the Midnight Ranger performed their training. And today Jiyan had come to overlook the session himself, although it wouldnât be the first time. He was often so preoccupied with tasks at the front lines that he didnât have the time to be leading drills too frequently, but when he did get the chance to do so he would take it. While it wasnât a full reprieve from the battle, it was still a stark contrast to the grotesque and twisted fates heâd see daily on the battlefield.
Jiyan was noticeably more disheveled by the end, hair messy and hanging in strands and clinging to his sweaty forehead, hands on his hips as his voice rose to meet all ears present. You have just been passing by, helping carry supplies that just came in, and loading old and empty boxes back to be refilled in the city. For once there was no rush that would make your legs ache or your lungs hurt, allowing you all the precious time to bask in the views, the soft chatter and, of course, your dear lover.
The sun caught his figure and formed a golden aura around him, his skin glistening, and you couldnât help but take a seat at one of many big boxes at the side of the training grounds after you had finished your task. In passing you caught a few looks, and a few smiles of the soldiers you knew from before. They looked much more lively, despite the rigorous training they just went through. It made your heart warm seeing them in better spirits, wishing nothing more than to see them prevail and be happy. And just as you had recognized a bunch of familiar faces did Jiyan conclude his small speech, about to dismiss everyone with advice of rest hanging on every word. He had spotted you from the start, when you were going by with supplies in arms and soon heâd have a chance to speak to you too, he thought.
âGeneral Jiyan! General Jiyan, a word or two- if I may?âÂ
It was a voice of one of the new recruits, Jiyan noted as he gazed at the face of the youth, a boy of twenty or so years by the looks of it, and eyes full of curiosity and admiration. He had come up to Jiyan just as he had turned towards you, prompting him to stay rooted in his spot a little longer. A few more young rangers came up behind the recruit, sharing the same curiosity but also being aware of whatever the recruit had on his mind.
âYes? Is there something you need?â Jiyan questioned, looking at the young man. From his peripheral vision he spotted you moving down from the boxes and joining his side, staying quiet after a short word of greeting towards his Rangers, but your presence felt like a cool breeze under this sun, and he appreciated it all the more.
âI just wanted to say how great todayâs training session was, we learned so much more than we did with our drill sergeantâ he praised, smiling up at Jiyan all the while, âAnd I just wanted to ask whether or not youâll be leading our training session tomorrow as well? Or any other day that is, we would really benefit from your teaching. I mean, you've seen it all for yourself at the front lines!"
The other few with him nodded along, prompting a small smile of pride to form on your face from seeing their fascination with Jiyan. To them he was everything they aspired to be - strong, enduring, tough but not lacking kindness or knowledge. There were times where they were scared to approach him, not knowing how heâd react to their questions, but from observing his interactions with others they warmed up to the idea and plucked all their courage.Â
A polite smile curled up on Jiyanâs face as he regarded the youth with gentle golden eyes. His presence as the drill sergeant today wasnât due to his availability, but a simple coincidence and necessity to fill the shoes of their drill sergeant that had been injured due to Tacet Discords, and Jiyan just happened to be able to be there. âAh, you have my thanks, rangers. If a replacement for your drill sergeant does not arrive tomorrow and I am not required to be at the front lines, then I will be leading your training tomorrow as wellâ he told them, which pleased them greatly to hear. âAlthough Iâm sure Sargent Jinâxi has much more to teach you, something much more important for your sound development in this profession. You cannot take his method lightly. He has seen everything I have, as well. His knowledge is as valuable to your growth, and even more so than mine. You need the good foundation he can give youâ He was aware of how confusing or hard it could be to listen to Jinâxi, as the sergeant had quite the eye for details and slow progress in lessons due to his meticulous nature - but that also made him all the better for his station. He was observant and could pluck out bad behavior and mistakes like weeds, and that is better to be done here, than in the middle of battle.
âWe know, general, but sergeant Jinâxi is just so hard on us.. sometimes it really seems like he has no limitâ one of the women standing behind voiced, earning a look from Jiyan that spoke of his understanding but also his disagreement with the subtle message they were trying to send - please, replace sergeant Jinâxi, or, save us.
âYeah! One time I accidentally mixed up the weapons in the storage room and he had me do everything on my own again, saying how such mistakes canât happen on the front lines, how it all means life or deathâ the first young man said, brushing his fingers through his hair and sighing. âI understand it, but we just got here..â he added and looked at his comrades.Â
What was supposed to be a short chit-chat turned swiftly into a gossip galore about Jinâxi. Had Jiyan been any different from the man he was currently, he wouldâve scolded them, taken offense at how they spoke about his colleague, but he was in their shoes once, always on edge around the higher ups, and he wished not to bring that same unease to them. He didnât fail to remind them to not speak like this in front of everyone, and to respect sergeant Jinâxi when he does eventually return, and they gave him their word.
The first young man that approached looked at Jiyan after their discussion, both hands on his hips and looking more relaxed. âWe wonât forget that, I promise on my last name! Still, we appreciate your kindness, and one more thing dad- I MEAN- GENERAL!â His entire face crumbled into a look of terror, and all eyes of the group shot to him, looks of surprise and amusement appearing before several of them erupted into laughter after taking a wary glance at Jiyan - who was not offended.
âGeneral Jiyan! Oh god- I apologize, general, I donât know where that came from-â he stammered, shaking his head and his hands, face flushed from sheer embarrassment. More choked words tumbled out of his mouth, desperate to excuse himself and forget about this.Â
Jiyan canât help but chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching in a failed attempt to hold back his smile. âAt ease, recruit. You have not done any crimeâ he nods at the other, his eyes softening and not showing any sign that heâs about to dish out some punishment - thatâd be ridiculous.Â
You canât help but crack a laugh too, covering your lips with your hand as to stifle the sound, but your mirth was evident in your eyes. âHave I missed a chapter? I didnât know you had kids, general Jiyanâ you teased, earning a few shocked but heavily amused looks from the group. Giggles erupted once more, all stifled as they waited for Jiyan to respond to the quip.
Jiyan turns his head to look at you, his eyes boring into yours and questioning your intentions - you can read the thoughts going through your head and your smile only widens in a silent call to a challenge of wits. He didnât expect you to say something like that, but he could only huff, hiding his amusement under an abrupt guise of confusion.
âKids?.. Why, I had hoped youâd recognize your own kids, Miss (L/N)â he shot back instantly, making your jaw drop at his rebuttal, a gasp flying past your mouth. âGeneralâ you said, accusations plenty heard in your tone as the atmosphere melted into one of jest and play.
Many eyes flickered between you and him, taking in the easy way you conversed with one another.
âYes? Whatâs the surprise for? The recruits look up to you too, if you fail to notice. You can confirm with them right nowâ he is shifting the spotlight to you, and the recruits are quick to jump in too. âIt is right, miss. Personally I havenât been around you for long, no longer than I interacted with the General, but you two are alike, you treat us new ones with a firm but kind handâ a young woman said, smiling at you, and you feel your heart climb into your throat.Â
âCan we really be surprised, theyâre always together too-â "Aren't they married?" Whispering is heard amidst the group, and Jiyan looks amidst the faces to catch the one that said that but fails to do so, or refuses to weed out the individuals, and his eyes go back to you to catch your response. Itâd be a lie to say your relationship with him was a secret, everyone knew there was something deeper between the two of you, something you didnât show in public due to the war and status, but it was undeniably there. Still, hearing it loud and clear like this was like a splash of cold water. Despite their chatter, the group remained respectful, sweet in their musings.
âAh, quiet, I do not want to hear it. This is about you, Generalâ
âAh, donât run from it now. Youâre the one that started thisâ he commented, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest. âAnyway, youâre all dismissed. I have a word with.. mother over here. Off you all go. I will see you all in the morning for another training drill. Get some restâ he speaks to the group, gazing upon their faces, only to see how they looked at him with some sort of childhood wonder, and thatâs when he realized he must be flushed too. A sheepish smile bloomed on his face.Â
âAlright! Awesome-â âYes, sir!"
âHave a good day, General! And you too, Miss!âÂ
He watched them leave, bidding them all farewell, and when he turned to face you again he saw you pinching the bridge of your nose, hiding away the biggest smile of the day, the apples of your cheeks redder than before. The Midnight Rangers were undeniably close in connection, having spent so many nights and days huddled together for warmth or laughs or protection, and this small exchange only warmed Jiyanâs heart, to witness how positively they felt around him - and you.Â
âDidnât think weâd become parents so soon. Have we gotten that old already?â Jiyan commented, tone softer in a way he only addressed you when you were alone, and there was no one near the training grounds to hear you.
âOh, shut up, Jiyan-â you playfully snapped, biting your lip as you looked up at him, stifling a giggle. âYou are unbelievable!â
âHm? Did you expect me to stay quiet today or ignore your quips?â he smiled bigger and you have to admire the little dimples in his cheeks as the smile reaches his eyes, making them squint at you softly.
âI donât know what I expected, but your response was certainly the last thing I expectedâ you replied and shook your head, as if that would shake off the redness tinting your skin, imitating him now by crossing your arms. The two of you were looking at each other, wordlessly admiring your red faces while throwing these little quips at one another.Â
âAh.. youâll get used to it, dearest wifeâ
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âNOW OUT. two boyfriends dress them up like twins. (psh x afab!reader x kjw)
âsynopsis. youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwonâs best friend, sunghoon. whatâs the worst that could happen?
âWORD COUNT. 7.6k
âWARNING. MINORS DNI. 18+. smut.. porn little plot. reader is messy as fuck. jungwon is also messy. isa is mentioned just for some plot building. p in v, squirting, protected sex (yay), unprotected sex (not yay), face fucking, swallowing, fingering (f. rec) , oral (f&m rec.), threesome, cumming inside, sorta some angst. i think thatâs everything!
âauthors note. WOWWW after 5 months, i finally finished and posted this! iâm so sorry for such a delay on this, but i wanted to make sure i put my best into it! i will be working on the next installment of this fic soon! it will definitely not take me five months to post! should i do it in chronological order or who would you guys like to read about next? itâs been a long time since iâve written a smut fic, so hopefully this is up to your standards! likes & reblogs are appreciated! my asks are also open so please send me some! thank you!!!
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You loved game days. You loved how everyone would buzz with excitement, how you got to dress up, how many eyes would be on you. Everyone knew who they came to watch, and it wasnât the basketball team.
Even the team knew it, their eyes lingering a moment too long instead of focusing on the court.
Especially when the captain, Jungwon, would noticeably bite his lip and miss the basketball flying at his head. That was a moment for the books, especially because it was his co-captain Sunghoon. You basked in the attention.
You giggled to yourself at the memory as you adjusted your red bow to sit comfortable at the top of your head.
As you were about to apply your lip gloss, your phone buzzed once, then twice, then three times. You were going to yell at your phone in annoyance, but quickly changed your demeanor when you saw who it was.
wonnie đ: hey pretty girl
wonnie đ: will i be seeing you tonight?
wonnie đ: you ditched me after the last game, i think you should make it up to me?
Instead of replying, you left him on seen. He thinks you owe him because you âditchedâ him?
Jungwon is many things, but he is not a fool. He knew that you didnât ditch him, you just werenât going to wait around while he felt up one of the other cheerleaders.
So if he considers you ignoring his phone calls and texts asking where you are, or âplease pick up angelâ ditching him, sure.
You werenât making it up to him though, thatâs for damn sure. However, youâre sure it would be fun to fuck with his head.
y/n đ·: okay :).
y/n đ·: iâll see you after the game.
Your message was almost read immediately, but you quickly closed out of it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of you waiting for a reply.
Instead, you clicked out of his name, muted his messages, and scrolled to the one you really wanted to see tonight.
y/n: are you busy after the game?
Within seconds, a reply came through.
BEST DICK EVER: for you? never.
y/n: perfect <3. meet at my place?
The moment the game was over, you felt relief take over your entire body. It was a rough game, and unfortunately your team lost by a plethora of points.
They looked sad, and as hard as you tried to keep cheering them on, even your spirits were slightly crushed.
So as soon as the final buzzer rang and the players went back to their respective locker rooms, you booked it to the parking lot.
There was only so much time you had to get ready, and you couldnât waste even a moment. Your teammates noticed your quick exit, but decided not to comment on it, towards you at least.
You would have to send out a group message later to explain yourself later, but for now, your mind was set on getting ready for your company.
The first call came in as you were turning into your apartment building, and you decided to let it ring. Maybe Jungwon would think you fell asleep, but you both knew better than that.
The second call came in as you unlocked your door, and this time you decided to answer.
âWhat?â You asked in an annoyed tone, âI didnât answer for a reason.â
âWhere are you?â Jungwon replied in an even more annoyed tone, âI donât see you.â
âBecause Iâm not there,â You threw your keys onto the table and removed your white tennis shoes before walking towards your bedroom, âI have plans.â
âYeah, I know,â He bit back, âWith me.â
âOh no,â
âWhat?â
You tried to stifle your laugh at his reaction, âOh, so you werenât too busy feeling up Isa to notice that I left?â
Jungwon groaned into the phone, âGet over that y/n, itâs not like we exclusively fuck.â
âLast time I checked, you were begging to see me after that game, begging me to let you hit because you, in your words, couldnât wait to feel how tight I am around you, couldnât wait to make me come undone your fingers because I looked so hot cheering for you,â You spat back, âI donât remember you telling me you meant to send that to her.â
âShe approached me, and plus, I tried to call you later that night,â
âI donât want her sloppy seconds,â You cut him off, âSo letâs try this again next week.â
You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed, anger boiling inside, who the fuck did Jungwon think he was? You are nobodyâs second option.
Instead of dwelling on Jungwon, you carefully removed your cheer uniform, hanging it up in the closet and removing the bow from your head.
You could not wait to get the tight ponytail out and let your curls breathe before they get ruined in other ways.
Ping!
Again, your phone went off, and you knew it wasnât Jungwon, he was still muted from earlier. A small smile plastered on your face, and quickly dropped because you were not ready.
You stood in nothing but the team branded sports bra and your safety shorts, but fuck, it didnât matter. Itâs not like they would be on for too long anyway.
BEST DICK EVER: iâm here angel
Quickly, you went to open the door and practically swung it open.
There stood none other than Park Sunghoon. His dark hair was damp from the shower he mustâve taken at the facility, and there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.
âWell, are you going to invite me in or just stare at my arms?â
You scoffed, âWas not.â
You shifted to the left to let him in, eyes lingering on how defined his chest and arms look in that confining white tee.
âMaybe a little,â You admit as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to your couch, âOr a lot.â
Sunghoon took his place on the couch, looking at you expectantly as you made your way to stand between his legs.
âMissed you,â His hands came up to hold your hips, âYou did great tonight.â
âDid great or looked great?â
A laugh escaped his lips and his thumb began stroking your hip bone, âCanât it be both?â
You closed your eyes, basking in his touch for a moment before he pulled you down to straddle his thighs, âYou did great tonight too, Hoon. You always do.â
He stared at your features, taking you in as you looked at, biting your lip ever so slightly.
âSo,â He broke the silence, hand traveling to the small of your back, âAre you going to let me eat it?â
You hummed in thought, âMaybe,â Your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers gracefully skimming over his silver chain, âOnly if you let me wear this.â
He cocked his eyebrow, intrigued nonetheless, âYou wear all of your sneaky links chains?â
âMaybe,â You shrugged, âBut that doesnât matter, I wanna wear yours.â
âWhat my pretty girl wants, Sunghoon removed his hands from your thighs to unclasp his necklace, âShe gets.â
Sunghoon brought it around your neck, watching it lay between your tits, âAnd damn do you look good in Tiffany.â
Your face flushed, at a loss for words as Sunghoon moved you to lay back on the couch and he was now sitting between your legs, âYou look so pretty wearing my chain, I bet you look even better wearing just that .â
His hands moved up to your sports bra, fingers dancing over your nipples before sliding them under the hem.
The contract made you gasp, his lithe fingers were cold against your nipples. Sunghoon pushed your bra up until your tits were on full display, bringing one of your nipples to your mouth.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, small moans leaving your mouth at the contact.
Sunghoon began to kiss down your stomach, hands still rolling your nipples around in his nimble fingers. Once he reached your safety shorts, he looked up at you with a lustful look.
He took the thin fabric between his teeth, pulling it down slowly, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. His fingers hooking underneath the fabric to pull them down your legs.
Sunghoon stared at you, his hand caressing your right thigh as he lifted your left thigh to rest on his shoulder.
âI fucking love this cunt,â His sweet tone dripped like honey, âYou get so wet for me so easily baby, Iâve never seen such a more perfect cunt.â
You let out a sigh, unsure what to say, but you didnât have to say anything. Sunghoon used two fingers to spread you before laying his tongue flat against your core.
His free hand held your leg in place as he started kitten licking at your clit. Your hands came to grip his hair, tugging at it gently.
âHoon,â You whimper as he flickers his tongue against your clit, âFeels good.â
He grinned up at you, pushing two fingers into your cunt as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. Sunghoonâs fingers were going at a brutal pace, causing broken moans to leave your lips and legs shake underneath his grip.
âHoon, Iâm gonna cum if you keep doing that," Your grip tightening on his hair.
"Make a mess all over my face, baby." Sunghoon said, not slowing the pace of his fingers, "Show me how good I make you feel."
With Sunghoon's praise, you let the knot in your stomach finally let go. Your orgasm hit you harshly and all you could do was moan Sunghoon's name and rut your hips against his lips.
His tongue or fingers didn't stop, lapping up the mess from your orgasm. The overstimulation felt too good, and you could feel your hips chasing after his fingers.
Sunghoon pulled his fingers and sat up, looking down at you.
And what a site to behold.
His hair was disheveled from your pulling and lips were shining with your wetness.
âYou think Iâd let you cum again on just my fingers?â He asked, hands trailing up to pinch your nipples, âBaby, Iâm not done with you quite yet.â
Sunghoon brought his hands to your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He forced your hips up, âCome on baby, arch for me.â
You complied, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward. All of your weight was on your palms, and arched your back the way Sunghoon wanted. You could hear rustling behind you before his hand came back to hold your hip.
âThink you can handle it?â He leaned down, his bare chest pressed against your back.
A scoff left your lips, âMore than capable, but do you think you can handle this?â
âMm, I donât knowâ Sunghoon whispered, kissing down your back before pushing into you, âDefinitely the best pussy Iâve ever had.â
You pushed your hips back against him, moaning at the stretch of his cock, âDefinitely the best dick Iâve ever had.â
Sunghoon gave you a moment to adjust before fucking you back onto his cock at a fast pace. You tried to keep yourself up, but fell to your elbows and face smushed into the cushion below you.
One of Sunghoonâs hands snuck underneath your stomach and began rubbing figure eights into your clit, causing a borderline scream to escape your lips. He laughed at your reaction, letting up on you ever so slightly.
âGod y/n,â He groaned, âIâve never seen somebody go crazy for my dick like this before, mustâve really missed it.â
Sunghoon pushed your back down into a deeper arch, groaning when you clenched around him, âFuck baby, you gonna squirt on this cock?â
The pleasure was too overbearing to the point only broken moans could leave your lips, the familiar knot in your abdomen was forming once again. Sunghoonâs brutal pace only quicked, causing a silent scream to escape from your mouth as you let your orgasm take over once again.
Sunghoon slipped out of you, slapping his tip against your sensitive folds as he looked at the mess between your thighs, âWhat a messy baby, squirting all over my dick like that.â
You could barely hold yourself up, trying to compose yourself as you came down from your high.
âYou didnât cum yet,â You breathed out, turning yourself to lay on your back, âAnd I wanna feel it.â
Sunghoon smirked at you, leaning down to kiss you as he slid himself back into your cunt, âAnything my pretty girl wants.â
You were busy sucking a hickey underneath his jawline as he fucked into you slowly, groaning into your ear.
âYouâre the best fuck ever,â Sunghoon whispered, hips stuttering as he approached his own orgasm, âNobody takes me as well as you do.â
A laugh escaped you, hands playing with his hair as you continued leaving small hickies down his neck, âHave fun explaining these to your other bitches.â
âYouâre the only person I fuck, y/n,â He rolled his eyes, pulling out of you.
âOh.â Is all you said, sitting up as you searched for your safety shorts, pulling them back over your hips.
Sunghoon threw his clothes back on lazily, stretching as he stood up, âWell, have a goodnight.â
âYou arenât gonna stay?â
He laughed as he kissed the top of your forehead, âDo I ever stay?â
Sunghoon gently kissed your lips before opening the door, âCall me?â
âWhat about your chain?â
âIâll get it next time.â
âWhoâs chain is that?â Jungwon asked, stopping in front of you with an accusing look, âThatâs new.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, âItâs nobodyâs, and like you said, itâs new.â
Jungwon stared at you, looking for any reason to accuse you of lying, âAre you still mad at me?â
The truth was, not really. You kind of forgot about Jungwon and Isa for the last few days, thanks to Sunghoon. He really knew how to make you forget things. Must be his dick.
âNah,â You shrugged, âDonât care. If you donât mind though, I have practice.â
This time, Jungwon scoffed, âI know, we practice at the same time.â
You laughed at him, turning away and letting your hair hit him in the face, âIf you are sorry, well, prove it.â
âSee you after practice?â
Bingo! You thought to yourself, sparing him one more glance, âSure.â
Jungwon watched as you walked away, noticing how good your ass looked in those shorts and how easily your hips swayed.
âWhatcha starin at?â Somebody asked from behind Jungwon, making him jump.
He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Sunghoon, âOh, nothing.â
Sunghoonâs eyes caught you just before you turned the corner, âAh, nothing.â
Jungwon paused for a moment, eyes catching something he hadn't noticed until just now, âWhat happened to your necklace? The one you swore you wouldnât take off even when you reached the pearly gates?â
âOh,â Sunghoon said casually, âNeeded to be cleaned, supposed to get it back soon.â
âRight,â Jungwon replied, âLetâs get to practice. I have plans.â
Jungwon met you at your apartment, waiting for you to open the door at any moment. He regretted wearing a sleeveless top in the nippy weather, but he knew that his arms made you go insane.
Finally, when you did open the door, Jungwon felt his slight annoyance melt away with how dolled up you were.
You wore a purple knitted headband, curls pushed back and spilling over your shoulders. You wore clear coated lip gloss and shimmering silver eyeshadow, matching your jewelry. Jungwon noticed something significant already missing.
âTook your new chain off, huh?â He asked, waiting for you to step to the side, âGuess you didnât like it that much.â
âGuess not,â You rolled your eyes, moving to let him in, tightening your robe around you, âSorry for the wait, I had to get ready.â
Jungwon winked at you, shutting the door as he followed you to your bedroom, âAll dolled up for me, darling?â
âFor myself,â You corrected, holding a candle in your palm and you lit it, âBut I guess for you as well.â
He waited for you to come to him, leaning back on his arms as he watched you move, âYou know, y/n, with you ditching me, I was wondering if there was somebody else who took my place.â
A cackle escaped your lips as you looked at him with a challenging look, âTook your place? Oh, I guess you noticed after you were done fucking my teammate when you know, you shouldâve been in my bed.â
âOne, I didnât hook up with Isa,â Jungwon stated, âJust some heavy petting, and two, you know youâre the only girl I take seriously.â
âGrow up Jungwon, even you know that isn't true,â You stalked closer to him, âBecause I donât take you seriously.â
âAw, you donât?â He asked, sitting up and leaning towards you, âSuch a shame, I would love to be your favorite on the roster.â
You met him halfway, âThere is no roster. I thought you came to fuck, not try convince me you want to take me out or some shit.â
âI do wanna take you out, pretty girl,â Jungwon whispered, thumb grazing over your cheekbone, âAnd ruin everybodyâs day.â
Jungwon laughed loudly as you pushed him back, slowly moving to straddle him, âYou donât think that would be fun?â
âNope,â You emphasized, coming nose to nose with him, âYouâre just a sneaky link.â
A playful pout appeared on Jungwonâs face, âAw man, if I knew that, I wouldnât have let you borrow my necklace that I never got back, I might add.â
âGet it before you leave.â Is all you said before connecting your lips with his.
The two of you softly kiss for a while, Jungwon running his hands up and down your smooth thighs, squeezing them periodically.
Jungwon pushed his hips up into you eliciting a quiet moan from your plush lips. His hands move up to your hips, pushing them down as he rolls his up.
âWonnie,â You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt him harden underneath you, âMissed me bad, huh?â
Jungwon smirked up at you, his thumbs teasing at the waistband of your shorts, âThe way youâre rubbing yourself on me, I think you missed me bad.â
You rolled your eyes as you removed yourself off his lap, Jungwon immediately sitting himself up on his elbows with a pout, âWhat are you doing?â
âI think youâre the one who missed me badly,â Was all you said before dropping to your knees and in between his legs, playing with the drawstrings of his joggers, âTake these off,â
Jungwon looked down at you, lifting his hips up to pull them down, kicking them off next to you. His thumb played with your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth and smiling when you automatically started to suck.
âSuch a good girl,â He cooed, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with the tip of his cock, âSo me how good you can make me feel.â
Like second nature, you stuck your tongue out and Jungwon slapped his cock against it, forcing a moan out of you. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning at the warmth.
His hand came behind you, putting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushed you down on his length, making you gag.
Your hands gripped his thighs, hands digging in as he began to fuck your mouth, letting out soft moans around him.
âYour mouth feels so fucking good,â Jungwon moaned out, tugging on your hair a bit tighter, âFuck.â
All you could do was moan, bringing a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, eliciting a string of moans from Jungwon.
Jungwonâs thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was getting close to his orgasam. His hips stuttered as you squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harshly on the tip.
Jungwonâs hand pushed you as far down on his cock as he could, his cum spilling down your throat as he let out a loud whine.
That was new.
You waited a few more moments before pulling off his cock, looking up at him.
What a sight to behold, your eyes were watering and your shimmering eyeshadow was running down your cheeks. Jungwon was pretty damn sure that your lip gloss was on the base of his dick, but whoâs paying attention to details.
His hand stroked your hair, adjusting your headband before pulling you back onto the bed.
âStill doing okay?â Jungwon asked, looking down at you and rubbing your thigh gently.
You gave him an enthusiastic nod, lifting your hips as he pulled down your shorts and panties.
Jungwon ran two figures between your folds, biting his lip as he looked at the wetness that coated them, âSo wet just from sucking dick, huh.â
âStop,â You covered your face in embarrassment, because Jungwon knew you like the back of his hand, unfortunately.
âI like it,â He cooed, rubbing your clit and taking in your moans, âGlad to know I make you this wet, only I can make you this wet, huh?â
That wasnât entirely true. . . but itâs not like Jungwon knew about the other people you see in explicit detail, and itâs also not like he tells you about his other endeavors.
âJust you, Wonnie.â You moaned out, hand wrapping around his wrist as he continued rubbing your clit.
He leaned down to kiss you harshly, slipping two fingers into your cunt and causing you to cry out.
Jungwon fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked hickeys into your neck, it completely slipping your mind what he was doing.
One of your hands was tangled in his hair, tugging on it while the other hand was wrapped around Jungwonâs cock.
He was particularly whiny, which is new, Jungwon doesnât typically whine despite you telling him how hot it was to hear.
âWon,â You moaned as he continued sucking on your neck, âFuck me already, please.â
âCondom?â
âIn the usual spot.â
Jungwon pulled himself away from you, leaning over and opening the drawer. He rummaged around before pulling the foiled package out and slipping the condom on.
âReady?â
You nodded, moaning at the stretch as Jungwon pushed into your cunt slowly.
Jungwon waited a few moments to let you adjust before slowly moving his hips, âFuck, your cunt feels so good around me.â
His pace began to pick up, causing you to dig your nails into the back of his t-shirt and moaning against his neck.
There wasnât much to think about except how good Jungwon fucked you, and your mouth couldnât fix itself to say much besides his name.
You lifted your hips to meet his own, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing stars.
Broken moans and the slapping of skin were the only noises that filled the room, your hands moved all over Jungwonâs back.
Jungwon was getting close, the way his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed tight.
âClose so soon?â You tried to tease, but immediately regretted it when Jungwon thrusted particularly hard into you, âLet me finish on top.â
He shook his head, âNo baby, have to make up for making you upset. Let me do the work, you just lay here like the good girl you are.â
With words like that, how could you resist being a pillow princess right now? Jungwon wrapped your leg around his waist, moving his hand to rub your clit as he fucked into you with more passion.
âYour cunt feels so good, y/n,â He moaned into your ear, âNobody could take my cock the way you do.â
Instead of coming up with a reply to Jungwon, you just grinded back onto his hips, helping yourself reach your own orgasm.
âWon,â You whimpered as he continued rubbing your clit in figure eights, ââM so close.â
âFinish baby,â Jungwon kissed down your neck, âCum on this dick, make it yours.â
You arched your back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, clenching down on Jungwon which pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom.
Jungwon rested on his elbows as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of how fucked out you were, âYour pussy is for sure the best Iâve ever had.â
âThatâs quite a compliment considering how many girls ran through you,â You teased, kissing his forehead, âBut get off, youâre heavy.â
He winced as he pulled out, standing up to dispose of the condom before coming back to you.
By time he reached the room, you already cleaned up and scrolling on your phone, âDidnât even let me clean you up.â
You just hummed in response, âAre you staying or going?â
He scoffed, pulling his joggers back on and fixing his shirt, âAs if you ever let me stay, plus, Iâm seeing somebody else after this.â
What an ass, you thought, rolling your eyes before turning back onto your side.
âWhatever, grab your necklace before you go.â
Jungwon visibly frowned at your nonchalant behavior, but turned to your dresser to retrieve his prized necklace.
His fingers danced over the cherry-wood box, opening the side where you normally keep your necklaces. He ran his index finger over the necklaces, stopping on a familiar one.
His eyes must be fucking with him, they had to be.
There is absolutely no way he is touching a necklace that has PSH on the clasp. A necklace that he knew was one of a kind. One that he never saw the true owner without.
âHoly shit,â He whispered, grabbing his necklace and slamming the door shut a bit too hard, hoping you wouldnât notice.
You were too engrossed in your phone to notice, were you texting Sunghoon?
âBye.â Jungwon bit out, trying to subside his anger as you bid your farewells.
This was fucking great.
You havenât heard from Sunghoon or Jungwon in about a week and a half. It was quite odd seeing that Sunghoon always texted back, and Jungwon reached out first.
Every time you tried to catch their eyes at practice, they would revert on their own and focus on whatever they were doing more intensely.
Jungwon always acted like that though, and he was the one who went to see Isa after he was with you, so youâre not sure why he was upset.
Sunghoon said you were the only one he was seeing, and he always wanted to see you when your schedule allowed for it.
Did they figure out that you wereâ No that is impossible. There is no way they would have reason to even talk about you. Sunghoon maybe, but Jungwon? Absolutely not.
Even then, Jungwon is not the type to keep quiet about something like that.
This bothered you, but what could you do when they avoided you like the plague?
Nothing, the best thing would be to act nonchalant to see who cracks first.
And thatâs what you would do.
Game on.
It was Friday night, which meant it was game night. Playoffs were tonight, and you needed to make sure you looked and did your best tonight.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror, admiring the work you did. There is no way that those two can resist you tonight. From the shimmering eyeshadow to your glossy lips to the two necklaces that adorned your neck, your plan was now in motion.
The hard part would be to not look at them if they looked at you, probably harder than you imagine it to be because you face the court all night.
When the game started, you stood in front of the locker room that the team comes out of, holding your hands together as you anticipated their arrival.
As soon as you saw the doors move ever so lightly, you began your call off to the other girls that it was time.
The anger, annoyance, and the small sliver of excitement rippled through you as you stomped and shaked while the basketball team ran out on the court.
Of course, Sunghoon and Jungwon would be last to come out of the locker room, so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes forward, staring at your teammate across from you.
However, your facade almost slipped when Sunghoon glanced your way for just a second, eyeing you as you cheered for him.
You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get back to the stands after that, wanting to quickly shake such an interaction from your mind.
It was going to be a long night.
And it was a long night indeed. You had no idea that the team your school was playing had such good skill. Maybe itâs time to return back to your MaxPrep days after this.
There were a few fleeting moments of Sunghoon and Jungwon looking at you, but you only watched them out of your peripheral vision, not letting either of them have the satisfaction of you looking their way.
Instead, you would send flirty looks to another player, Jay? You think that was his name. Who cares? He was hot, plus you just wanted Jungwon and Sunghoon to give you attention.
For the remainder of the game, you focused on leading your team and hoping the two noticed you ignoring them, rather focusing on their blonde teammate.
The buzzer rang indicating that the game was over, and unlike last week, your team won by a plethora of points.
Winning this game meant your team was heading for playoffs, quite a comeback from the insane loss of last week.
You were sure the basketball team and by extension, the cheerleading team, would be out celebrating together.
Was Sunghoon or Jungwon going to be there? Shit, who cares. Maybe Jay will.
If either of them wonât give you attention, their teammate definitely will.
ây/n,â One of your teammates, Isa, came up to you as you were grabbing your cheer bag from underneath the bleachers, âAre you coming to NV?â
You shrugged, âDepends on whoâs going.â
âAll of the basketball team,â She purred, twirling hair around one of her manicured fingers, âJungwon asked me to invite the girls.
Dickhead. You thought, but let the smile remain on your lips, âSure. When are we going?â
âNow.â
âIn our uniforms?â You asked, âKind of tacky.â
Isaâs smile seemed a bit too sweet, âWell, we figured we would win, so we talked about it earlier this week. Everybody brought something to change into.â
âMustâve missed that memo,â You rolled your eyes, knowing that it mustâve been somewhat purposeful that nobody told you, âBut luckily, I have clothes in my car.â
Thank God you never cleaned your car out from that one time Sunghoon fucked you in the backseat.
âSee you there,â Isa sang as you sauntered off to your vehicle.
You hummed to yourself as you threw your duffle into your trunk, not noticing the tall figure standing next to you.
A yelp left you when you did take notice, and it was none other than Park Sunghoon. He was wearing a simple white button down and jeans.
He looked good, but you didnât want to show any interest in him, not right now anyway.
âDo you have my necklace by any chance?â He asked, eyes looking everywhere but your face, clearly nervous.
You scoffed, pulling it from underneath your cropped turtleneck, quickly unclasping it and practically throwing it at him.
He caught it, but he still stood there, âYouâre not going to speak to me?â
Turning towards him, your eyebrows furrowed and stepped closer, âJust returning the fucking favor, Sunghoon.â
Now he had the audacity to roll his eyes, âWell, given what I know, it was warranted.â
âWhat the fuck are you even talking about?â You threw your arms up, âWas I supposed to just text you and beg for your attention?â
âClearly that wasnât needed, seeing how you were eye fucking Jay,â He spat, âWhoâs next? My roommate Heeseung? My fraternity brother Jake? God already knows you conquested Jungwon.â
You took a step back, trying to mask your horror of him knowing this, âDon't threaten me with a good time. Iâll make sure they leave a Google review too. Youâre not my boyfriend, Sunghoon. What do you care who I fuck?â
Sunghoonâs face had a flash of hurt, âI know Iâm not, y/n. But Jungwon is my friend, and you shouldâve told me. I donât know why you didnât.â
You ran your hand down your jaw, looking down at your feet in shame, âBecause Sunghoon, Jungwon and I just fuck. He is just a sneaky link, and Iâm just a sneaky link to him. Thereâs a whole roster, and I know he doesnât take me seriously. Same for you. We just. . . fuck, and just because you said there wasnât anybody else doesnât mean thatâs entirely true.â
A sigh left Sunghoonâs lips, ây/n, I like you. I think youâre great, and I thought I made that clear.â
âBut you didnât,â You felt your heart contracting, as if it were tightening up, âYou only came over to fuck, and I begged you to stay. Every time. Which is fine, thatâs what we did, so donât try to make me feel bad for fucking your friend because I donât feel bad.â
âI let you wear my necklace, thatâs clearly meaningful. Iâm never without it, so sorry I didnât stay the night, but I showed it in other ways.â
âGod,â You laughed at him pathetically, âYou sound even more delusional than your friend. You like me so much to fuck me and let me wear your necklace, but donât stay the night. At least Jungwon was semi-realistic.â
âOh so now youâre comparing us?â Sunghoon laughed, squeezing his jaw, âWhoâs better then, huh?â
âDonât.â You spat, slamming the trunk of your car closed, âYour ego is already fucking bruised.â
Sunghoon moved closer to you, âOh, you think Jungwonâs better then, huh? He makes you squirt all on his dick and into an incoherent mess?â
âWellâno,â You began, breath hitching as Sunghoon continued to move closer, âBut he does things better than you do.â
ïżœïżœïżœLike what?â His hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, âTell me so I can show you how much better than I am.â
âThatâs not being a good friend,â You whisper, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, âBut he is a way better kisser than you.â
Sunghoon closed the gap between you two, his plush lips warm against your own. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, gently biting down on his lip to push your tongue into his mouth.
He moved his hands to your thighs, fingers dancing over the hem of your cheer skirt. They slowly began to creep underneath the thin material, making you shiver at the contact.
âStarting without me?â Somebody interjected, causing the two of you to pull away.
Your face became hot when you saw Jungwon standing there, a wide grin and arms crossed.
âDonât be embarrassed now,â He continued, âSunghoon just canât seem to accept the fact that I had you first and Iâm better.â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, âIn your dreams.â
âTell him,â Jungwon motioned towards you, âTell him how I make you whine.â
âUm,â You bit your lip, âActually, Iâm the one who makes you whine.â
It was Jungwonâs turn to blush as Sunghoon let out a very loud cackle, âThatâs great, but Iâm still better.â
âI think we should let y/n decide,â Jungwon shrugged, trying to take the heat off him, ây/n?â
You pondered for a few moments, trying to piece together what exactly heâs asking, âLike. . . now?â
âNot here,â Jungwon giggled, âBut maybe your place?â
The heat between your legs seems to be unbearable, fucking Jungwon and Sunghoon? Did you die and go to heaven?
âYeah,â You nodded almost too enthusiastically, âBut what about NV?â
âWhat about it?â Sunghoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, âLetâs go, angel.â
You slid into the driverâs seat, waiting for the two boys to get in the car. You felt like you were shaking the entire ride home, with excitement and nerves.
Thereâs a lot of things youâve done, but a threesome? Never.
The two boys were silent, probably feeling the same nerves of anticipation that you were.
Pulling into your driveway, you shakily put your car in park and practically ran up the slope to your front door.
Your grip on the keys were tight, trying to not drop them. When you heard the soft click, you pushed the door open and the rep followed in behind you.
Kicking your shoes off, you turned around to face Jungwon and Sunghoon. You bit your lip, waiting for one of them to say or do something, anything.
âUm,â Sunghoon coughed, âSo?â
Jungwon busted out in laughter, ignoring the glare Sunghoon shot at him, âYou never had a threesome before?â
You and Sunghoon both shook your heads no, causing Jungwon to step forward and wrap an arm around your waist, âWell, Iâll show you how to do this, Hoon.â
Jungwon looked down at you, a glint in his eyes as you leaned in closer. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, gently pressing his lips onto yours.
The kiss started off gently, hands gripping your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. Jungwonâs fingers delicately slipped underneath your top, grazing your back. As he bit your lower lip gently, Jungwon pushed his tongue into your mouth as you felt a presence behind you.
Sunghoon pressed himself into your back, hands dancing underneath your skirt. Jungwonâs kiss got more feverish, fingers moving to the front of your top. His thumbs circling your nipples over your sports bra, eliciting a moan from you.
Jungwon pulled away from you, forcing you to turn and face Sunghoon now, who looked like he wanted to devour you.
His lips crashed against yours, replacing his hands back under your skirt and resting on your ass. You pushed into his hold, moaning into his mouth when Jungwonâs nimble fingers found their way underneath your sports bra.
You whimpered when Jungwon pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Sunghoon squeezed your ass. The safety shorts you wore under your skirt felt uncomfortable as they cling to your thighs the more wet you got.
Sunghoon pulls your shorts down, waiting for you to kick them off your feet before he slides his hands between your thighs to your cunt. He dragged his fingers between your folds, circling your clit to elicit a moan from you.
You gripped his forearm and leaned back into Jungwon, who was still playing with your tits.
Jungwon leaned down, placing kisses and hickies along your neck. You exhaled roughly through your nostrils when Sunghoon slipped a finger into you.
The two men found a rhythm between themselves, Sunghoon pumping his lithe fingers in and out of your cunt while Jungwon used one hand to pinch your nipples, the other rubbing your clit.
Your knees went weak minutes ago, pressing your weight between the two boys and making borderline pornographic noises. Sunghoon smirked at you, picking the pace of his movements up and Jungwon made slow figure eights on your clit.
Pressure rose in your stomach, the familiar knot beginning to form and Sunghoon noticed, watching how your thighs spasmed.
He picked up the pace of his fingers, leaning in to attach his lips to one of your nipples and suck harshly.
A string of moans escaped from your lips, one hand wrapping around Jungwon to grip his forearm and the other on Sunghoonâs back.
You tighten your thighs around Sunghoonâs hand as you reach your orgasm. His lips muffled the borderline scream that left you.
It took you a few ragged breaths to untangle yourself from this awkward position, Sunghoon pulling his fingers out of your cunt and into his mouth.
Fuck, heâs so hot. You felt like you could go again.
âI need to fuck you, like now.â Sunghoon said, interrupting your train of thought, pulling away from you momentarily.
Jungwon unattached himself as well, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and somewhere in your living room.
You followed suit, pushing the rest of your sports bra up and over, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you.
Sunghoon pulled his sweats off, no underwear, slut. The tip of his dick red and leaking precum already.
He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap when he settled onto your couch.
âHow should we do this?â Sunghoon asked, looking at Jungwon, then at you.
You shrugged while Jungwon tapped on his chin thoughtfully.
âHave her ride you in reverse so I can get a taste of that sweet cunt,â Jungwon purred, winking at you when he noticed your flustered look.
Sunghoon kisses your shoulder before effortly turning you around, âYou heard him, angel.â
You wrapped your hand around the base of Sunghoonâs cock, stroking it a few times before pushing the head into your heat.
His head rested against the couch as you slowly sunk down, your walls clenching at the stretch that was painfully delicious.
It took a few minutes for you to adjust, laying your back against Sunghoonâs chest. His lips dance against the nape of your neck.
Jungwonâs fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he brought himself closer to you.
Sunghoonâs hands gripping your waist in a way that you were sure would leave bruises as he started to move you on his dick.
A string of moans left your lips as his thick cock split you open. Jungwon waited before you adjusted before he finally put his lips on your clit.
Your hands tangled in Jungwonâs hair as Sunghoon continued fucking you, causing your clit to hit Jungwonâs nose.
Whimpers left the younger boyâs lips as he ate you out with vigor, pushing you closer to your peak.
âYou feel so good around me, y/n,â Sunghoon groaned, âItâs like this pussy was made for me.â
You were too fucked out to even come up with a coherent response, letting out a whimper and clenching around Sunghoonâs dick.
Jungwon continued eating you out, slipping his tongue into your cunt alongside Sunghoon. The grip you had on his hair was probably painful, but if it was, Jungwon didnât seem to mind.
âIsnât Wonnie so nice to help me fuck you into oblivion baby?â Sunghoon whispered, âGo on, show him how I make you finish.â
You squeezed your eyes tightly shut when Sunghoon practically slammed you back on his tongue as Jungwonâs tongue deliciously pushed into you.
A familiar coil in your stomach began to come undone, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you let both men use you.
Jungwon pulled his tongue out as your cunt forced Sunghoon out, liquid spraying all over your thighs and Jungwonâs face.
âYou ever make her do that?â Sunghoon smirked at the younger boy, pushing back into you.
Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a glint of pleasantries were in his eyes, ây/n, baby, can I fuck your throat?â
A chuckle escaped both their lips as you desperately nodded, tongue out waiting for him.
Hurriedly, he pushed his shorts and boxers down, pressing the head of his dick against your tongue.
You swiped over the tip quickly, eyes rolling back as precum seeped into your mouth.
âSuch a doll,â Jungwon groaned, pushing his dick further into your mouth, âChoke on it baby.â
His head hit the back of your throat bluntly, causing your eyes to water as he started to thrust into it.
You used a hand to wrap around the base of his dick as Sunghoon began to thrust up into you again.
Both men found a rhythm of fucking you, muffled noises leaving your mouth as you took Jungwon.
âFuck,â Sunghoonâs head fell back against the couch, âIâm so fucking close.â
You pulled off of Jungwon, the younger boy whining from the loss of contact, but you paid him no mind.
Your watery eyes locked with Sunghoon, leaning in to whisper, âFinish in me.â
Sunghoonâs eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you with even more vigor, you going back to Jungwonâs dick.
The youngerâs hand coming to the back of your head to push you flush against his pelvic bone, spurts of cum shooting down your throat.
You swallowed all you could, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.
Jungwon tskâd, wiping it up before shoving his thumb into your mouth, âWhat a shame, normally you take it all, baby.â
You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, continuing to suck on his finger as Sunghoonâs cum filled you to the brim.
A squeal left your lips as your orgasam approached, thighs shaking and feeling such a pleasure of ecstasy.
The room was silent for a few minutes, jagged breathing heard from all three of you as you processed what just happened.
Sunghoon whimpered from the overstimulation of you on his dick, gently lifting you up as he pulled his dick out. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but laid against the arm of the couch as you recovered from an intense orgasm.
âSo,â Jungwon was the first to speak, âSince I didnât get to fuck you, I believe that this experiment is inconclusive, and we should test it again.â
Your eyes widened as a laugh escaped you, looking at Sunghoon.
âYouâre so on.â
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My King
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Velaryon! Wife! Reader
Requested?: No
Summary: You find your dear husband sulking in his study.
Word count: 1.2k
Warning/s: sad jace, passive agressive jace? lol, suggestive themes towards the end but no smut! no use of y/n
Note: just inspired by jace and baela's scene in s2ep8 hehe aka i just wanna give him a hug and kiss him all over is that too much to ask- likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated âŁïž
GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!
Tracing over the scripture on the tome, you shift yourself, crossing a leg over the other as your brain tries to consume the content within the pages, even if it was already deep within the night, the air seeping into your bones if it were not for the candles distanced around you.Â
The candles flickered, casting a warm glow, the night air making you already feel the pull of exhaustion from todayâs events, however one was keeping you from the graces of sleep.
You wondered where your husband was, Jace.Â
You had been waiting for his return to your shared chambers, but recently, he looked occupied with trying to reign in his own mother as well as trying to be by her side, you could not blame him for the way he had been acting. You supported her cause, but you could see how it had been affecting Jacaerys lately.Â
Huffing, you rubbed at your eyes, closing and pushing the book away as you stood, about to come looking for Jacaerys.Â
It felt more often than not you had to fetch him from wherever he may be just to go and drag him to bed with you just so he could find sleep.Â
Your feet led you downstairs, bunching your robes so you do not accidentally step and fall over these stone steps, though the thought made you almost laugh. Those thoughts are quickly forgotten when you spot Jacaerys down the open door of his study.Â
Peeking in curiously, you saw him, elbow perched on his desk, side of his head propped against his fist as he was slowly turning the pages of a book with his other hand, his face pulled to a frown, brows knitted in thought. You might find it endearing if it wasnât for the situation.
Poor boy doesnât even register your presence as you slipped in, making it eventually known by speaking.Â
âIt does not befit a prince to pout.â You suddenly say, Jacaerys stilling for a moment, his heart spiking but eventually relaxing as his mind registers your voice, making him close his eyes shut and release a deep sigh.Â
âIâm not pouting.â Came his reply. Leave it to your husbandâŠ
âWhat would you call it then, husband?â You voiced, shuffling the books on the chair behind him, placing it onto the desk before sitting beside him. âIâm reading, wife.â As if to send his point across, he turns a page in between his two fingers, but he does not even seem to be glancing at the sheet.Â
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you sigh. âYouâre angry.âÂ
Thatâs when Jace finally moves to face you. âArenât you?â
You look down for a moment to shrug, of course the idea was bizarre and clearly a blow to your familyâs honor. âI donât see what good it would do.â you reply, âThey are an insult to us.â Jace murmured, looking ahead of him, jaw clenching. âTo what makes us Targaryens.â
âIf any common lout can ride a dragon, thenââ You were quick to cut him off. âYet that does not make me common. Or you.â You try to convince him, inching your chair closer to your betrothed.Â
âYou know what I am.â He responded, no, thatâs not what you were going to have. âI do not care, Jace.â You firmly said, reaching for his hands underneath the desk as you looked at him while he maintained to avoid your gaze.Â
Raising a hand of his enclasped in yours, you press your lips against the back of his hand, a show of affection. âYou are the crown prince, the son of the rightful queen- and here you are sulking because you believe that if not for the dragon, or the trappings of your station- that you are nothing.â
Placing your hand still holding his on your lap, you couldnât help but just want to drown out your husbandâs thoughts and distress.
âDo you believe that you are the first noble heir who was not sired by his noble father?â Taking an inhale of breath, you added. âSuch is the way of the world, Jace, and in resenting it you only diminish yourself.âÂ
Hoping it will come through to him as you stroke your thumb on his hand that was now on your leg, his palm resting on the flesh through your robes.Â
He still doesnât meet your gaze and it sends you frustrated, but you keep trying anyway. âEasy enough to say.â He replied, voice tinged with rancor. You see him swallow as he stares into the void of candles and books. âIâve heard the whispers the whole of my life.â
Your face pulls to a sympathetic look, gaze momentarily flickering to the ground, cursing the accusations Jace had been succumbed to ever since in your youth. You squeezed his hand on your leg, your gaze holding onto him. âThen prove to them you are worthy, you are Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the Iron Throne- no one would change that, unless you will not get up and take your place by your motherâs side.â
After what felt like an eternity, Jacaerys finally gave in and had looked at you, though still shying away as he leaned his head back, blinking away the moisture from his eyes. You sigh, squeezing his hand again.
You felt that silence was enough, letting your words sink into Jacaerysâ mind. âIâm sorry.â He said after a while, in which you shook your head. âThere is no need to be sorry, Jace.â You reach up, cupping his face with your free hand as you slowly make him turn his head to face you, to look earnestly in your eyes.Â
âI am with you, through your ups and downs.â You murmur, stroking your thumb across the apple of his cheek, âWeâll get through this together, weâll end this war, see your mother to the throne.â You promised, leaning in to capture his lips to seal the vow.Â
He reciprocates, squeezing your leg as his other hand found your arm, tracing up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer.Â
âWhat would I do without you?â He murmured against you, breaths mingling together in a dance as your lips brushed against the other..Â
âPerhaps still pouting and sulking, my king.â You teased, pulling back and getting up from your chair, sending Jace befuddled yet stimulated, you calling him king had seemed to fry every last thought he had before recovering.
A smirk came to his face, amused at your teasing as he also rushed to stand, lunging to try and capture you in his arms, but you had anticipated it as you easily slipped from his grasp, his troubles melting as the wax on the lit candles.Â
âYou tease me now, wife? How shall I punish you if I ever become king?â It sent your heart fluttering and your insides heating as Jace played along, making you continue your act, placing your hand above your chest in mock disbelief. It was a start, you would always want to see your husband in high spirits.Â
âThat is if you can catch me first, my king.âÂ
And with that you were off, stifled laughter down the hall, your robes bunched up in your hands as you ascended the stairs towards your shared chambers⊠with a fired up dragon hot on your trail.
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Lee Minho/Know + âquit it or iâll bite.â + âdo it. i dare you.â + suggestive
Thank you if you take this request!!! Up to you who's doing the biting :)
feline tendencies. (m)
pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, suggestive (probably a teeny bit more than suggestive), minors dni; practically dry humping, biting kink??, mimo's pecs (yes they deserve their own warning) word count: 0.9k
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"quit it or i'll bite," minho grumbles, wriggling away from you in an attempt to ward your paws off him. "jesus, what's gotten into you?"
"i wish you would," you mutter, crawling toward him again to lay your head on him once more. the man is reading his book, just trying to enjoy his saturday afternoon and yet there's a menace quite literally in his lap, making grabby hands at him. disrupting his peace and quiet, though that's not really anything new.
"insatiable," minho tsks, his fingers carding through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp as he makes an effort to appease you. his attention is then promptly returned to the pages in front of him.
that's how your weekends are usually spent - lounging about, being lazy together, relaxing by each other's side.
you're just acting up today.
your twitchy fingers have a mind of their own. they dance up his stomach, over his abs until they reach their desired destination.
you place your entire hand over one of his pecs and squeeze, giggling to yourself when you feel his skin under your palm. this earns you a glare though it doesn't faze you.
minho may be scary to other people, but never when he's with you. it's just physically impossible, even if he wanted to.
"seriously, what is with you?"
you give his chest another tender squeeze. "boobs," you say simply. you think that's a pretty good explanation.
maybe you're no better than a man after all.
so it started a couple of weeks ago.
minho rarely skips going to the gym and while you are eternally grateful for it, you must admit that sometimes it drives you a little crazy. you respect his commitment, the consistency of his workout regimen (this could never be you, but that's beside the point); it's one of the traits that you admire most about him - he sees things through and adheres to the schedule that he makes for himself. minho doesn't half-ass the things he does or ditches them when he's feeling a little lazy (unlike you).
however...
it's this same dedication to his routine that's been sending you into a frenzy. lately, your boyfriend has been focused on working a particular area of his body and honestly? it's making you spiral more than you have ever spiraled.
chest. who knew it would be your downfall?
when minho came home last evening straight from the gym, you swear you almost passed out the second he walked through the door. his pecs looked especially good even under his shirt that you practically salivated, shamelessly ogling him like a hungry wolf.
minho sighs as if he's at his wits' end with you, though this time, he lets you continue feeling him up. "you wouldn't like it if i did the same thing to you, now would you?"
"actually, i think i would like that very much."
"i will bite you, no joke."
you have no doubt that he actually would. but again, that isn't something that you would been entirely opposed to either. you might be one of the only people on planet earth who can handle lee minho.
"your feline tendencies are jumping out," you comment, your hand still on his chest, alternating between playful pokes and full on kneading his pecs like dough. "do it. i dare you."
minho bares his teeth at you in the cat-like way that he sometimes does. it's cute, oh so cute.
before you know it, the book is haphazardly flung onto the carpeted floor (bookmark be damned) and your boyfriend is forcing a yelp from your lips when he practically pounces on you. your head is no longer on his lap; instead, he's got you pinned underneath him, his hips flushed against yours.
you can feel him through his sweats. delectable.
minho leans in until his lips ghost over yours. "stop testing me," he murmurs.
"stop tempting me," you shoot back.
"but i'm not though?"
"your boobs are."
"my god." he lowers his head to your neck, his soft lips brushing against your exposed skin as he chuckles. "that's not what they are."
"they might as well be. they're gonna be bigger than mine one day."
the sound coming from his mouth morphs into a laugh, airy and completely defeated by your words. "god, you're just so..."
"i'm so what?"
"weird," minho says.
you smile. "perfect for you then, aren't i?"
"mhmm."
then he's closing the gap between his mouth and your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as he rolls his hips against your body, spreading your legs open so he could slot between them more comfortably, so he could fit against you perfectly.
"oh," you gasp when he ruts forward, presses himself into the warmth between your thighs, over your shorts and his sweats. you weave your fingers through his hair to keep his head close to your neck as if he has any intention on moving elsewhere. minho continues to kiss and lick at your skin, nibbling on it gently in alternation.
"i thought..." you breathe out heavily, your body starting to move against his too, "thought you promised to bite me."
"promised? it was more of a threat, wasn't it?"
"same difference."
you can't see him, but you can just bet that minho is rolling his eyes. then, you feel his teeth graze the skin of your neck like he's deciding where the best spot would be. he presses his hard pecs tightly against yours as his mouth closes in. you almost fall apart right then and there.
well, this certainly awakened something in you, didn't it?
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CRY IF I WANT TO âĄ
pairing: negan x fem!reader
summary: life has been different since you've been taken to the sanctuary. you're not sure how you fit in here. some may call you one of the wives, but you don't think that's accurate. maybe his pet? his doll? as the days pass, you're not sure it really matters. the distinction doesn't get you any closer to escape.
cw: nsfw (18+), dark fic, smut, dubcon, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), kidnapping/captivity, stockholm syndrome, coercion, forced ddlg/daddy kink, humiliation kink, dacryphilia, violence (from negan, simon, and reader), hurt/comfort sorta
wc: 10.9k (oops lol)
a/n: ermmm... hehe yeah. i've been wanting to write this so i hope someone likes it. reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated <3
kinktober slot: day 13 - mindbreak (i think)
"Rise and shine, little lady. We got a lot of things to do today."
Your eyes flutter open, the bright light from the window in front of you broken up by the silhouette of the man at your bedside. The sight of him, even just the outline of his body, sends a nauseating crackle of dread through your bones. It's a feeling you can't verbalize of course - not if you want this day to resemble any sort of pleasant.
"There she is," Negan says, speaking with his signature cadence that made you want to rip out your hair, "How'd you sleep, babydoll?"
"Fine," you rasp as you slowly sit up. The mornings were the only time you could get away with dull answers like that. Any small bit of attitude could be blamed on you being 'cranky' rather than feelings of hatred that hadn't been broken down by this point.
He smiles at you, his rough hand cupping your jaw.
"You're so pretty in the mornings," he mumbles, sweeping a thumb over your pouty bottom lip.
You pause for a second, but so does he. Like he expects a reply. Unfortunately, you know the words he wants to hear. Swallowing the last sliver of dignity you have, you force out the response you'd been trained to say over the last however-long.
"Thank you, daddy."
He grins even wider if that's possible and pats your head. "You're welcome. Now let's get you dressed. Like I said, daddy's got a lot to do today."
You get out of bed and follow him over to the dresser that held your outfit for the day. The chill of cold air bites at your legs as the lack of blankets leaves them exposed. The generator had been out for the past day or so, leaving the Sanctuary victim to the harsh Winter raging outside. You were hoping he'd take that into account when picking your clothes, but you didn't hold out too much hope.
The two of you shuffle around the gray furniture of Negan's room. Even though you'd been in here more times than you could count now, you still marveled at the quality of the chairs and sofa. Items like these seemed luxurious with how the world was outside these walls.
When you reach the dresser, you follow the routine you'd become used to. You peel the small shirt you're permitted to sleep in off and drop it in the basket nearby. Your panties are next to go. You pull the dainty garment down and toss it to the same place as your top.
You can feel his eyes on you with every move you make. They watch how your breasts bounce when freed from their confines. They admire the curve of your ass when you bend over. They glimmer with smug satisfaction as you stand there nude before him.
"I'll tell you what. I never get sick of seeing this," he teases.
You offer a weak smile in return. The lack of energy almost seems to please him more.
He walks around to stand behind you, giving you a light pat on the ass as he does. His hands land on your hips first and then slide up to cup your breasts. He pulls you back, positioning you flush against his chest.
"You know I'd keep you like this all the time if I could," he murmurs in your ear, "Sweet and ready for me. Ripe for the pickin' whenever I felt the need."
The deep, gravelly rumble of it seems to trigger a flicker of heat in your lower belly on instinct, and you despise yourself for it. Shame burns so hot in your heart, it threatens to take the nausea you felt earlier into a full on dry heave. You're glad there's not a mirror in front of you. It's easier to keep a docile look plastered on your face when you don't have to stare yourself in the eyes.
The rough pads of his fingertips pinch and tweak your nipples, causing you to squirm a bit where you're standing, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a noise. You can feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck.
You choose not to say anything to his last statement. There's no guarantee that he hasn't actually considered that, and you don't want to find out. Displaying you in that way in front of everyone doesn't seem like his style, but back when he had you lined up on your knees with the rest of your group, you wouldn't have imagined yourself ever calling him daddy either.
As you'd quickly learned in regards to most things around here, the risk just isn't worth it.
"I'd never do that to you though. Don't think anyone could keep their hands off if they saw all of you, and I just can't have that," he whispers, calming your fears for you. He pulls his hands away from your breasts and steps back to grab the pieces he'd be putting you in today.
He starts with panties. This pair is pink and ruffly just like the last. You step into it with rehearsed timing. One foot then the next. He slides them up to your hips and lets the elastic snap into place against your skin.
You had no clue where he got this shit. You didn't want to believe that his hold on his men was so strong that they'd waste an entire supply run raiding a Victoria's Secret, especially for women they never even got to touch.
It wasn't worth thinking about though. It's not like discovering the origins would spare you from wearing the damn things every day.
Next, Negan shakes the wrinkles out of your dress. You step into that too, just like you did with the underwear. Looking down, you catch a glimpse of the garment.
It's just as humiliating as all the rest he makes you wear. The fabric is bright white and baby pink. Like everything else, you have no idea how it was kept so pristine. The waist is accentuated with a pretty pink ribbon wrapped around it, tied into a large bow at the front. It's extra tight up top and melts into a puffy skirt down below.
He shimmies it over your body and yanks the zipper up in back. The dress conforms to the shape of your figure, leaving little to the imagination in terms of how much the neckline shows and how high the hem of the skirt sits.
Spinning you around, he whistles when he gets the full picture.
"Good God Almighty. Pretty as a picture," he praises, reaching out to pinch your cheek.
Again, you force yourself to smile.
He'd already dressed himself for the day before getting you up, so the rest of the time before you leave the room is spent working through the remnants of your morning routine. He takes you into the bathroom connected to his room to brush your teeth and do your hair.
"Say ah, sweetheart," he smirks before jamming the brush into your mouth.
He's not careful or attentive. He only does it long enough to let the weight of humiliation settle in your stomach. It's always obvious when it kicks in. You get this look on your face like that of an abandoned puppy. Only then does he let you spit and move on to the next task.
He styles your hair into something cute, though you hate it anyway. Like the dress, it's only intended to make you stick out. To draw attention to your status as his possession.
The last thing he does is put your socks and shoes on. Your feet get covered in a pair of frilly ankle socks before he slips a pair of chunky sneakers on you. At least if this place got overrun and you had to bolt, you wouldn't be totally fucked.
"You ready to go, honey?" he asks you when the first part of your torture has finally come to a conclusion.
Again, you nod while looking up at him.
He grins at you. "You're quiet today," he says.
"Sorry, daddy," you respond. The way he said it sounded like teasing, but you could never be too careful.
"Don't be. I like it," he says.
You don't know how he does it, how he deflates you so easily without even trying.
He turns and grabs that stupid bat he carries everywhere, swinging it to his side before facing you again and sticking out his hand.
"Got my two favorite girls, now we're really ready to go," he says. He gestures with his fingers. A small impatient reminder. "You know the rules."
Of course you know what he's referring to. Always hold daddy's hand when you leave the bedroom. One of the rules he'd prattled off to you when he first brought you here.
You reach out and take his outstretched hand, earning a kiss to your head.
The way he'd been holding his arm caused the leather sleeve of his jacket to ride up a bit. Beneath the stiff fabric, you could see the fading scar you'd given him around the same time you'd been informed of the rules. Two crescent shaped marks in the pattern of your teeth.
You can barely stand to look at it now. All it does is bring back memories of when you still held hope for escape or rescue. Back then, you'd thought it'd only be a matter of days until Rick or Michonne burst into the small bedroom they were keeping you in.
The day you'd sunk your teeth into him, he'd just finished giving you one of his speeches about your new life at the Sanctuary. According to him, you'd be so much happier here. Sure you couldn't see your family, but now you had someone better than them. You had him. And he would spoil and take care of a pretty thing like you in the way you deserved. Show off to the rest of your old group how generous he could be.
He'd reached forward to pinch your cheek just like he'd done earlier today. You wanted to smack him away, but he had your hands bound. So you did the next thing you could think of and bit him. Hard.
His eyes burned with fury you hadn't seen since. You can still hear in your mind the way he yelled, shouting "Goddamn it" so loud that the walkers out at the fence probably heard.
After that was a bit hazy. He'd snatched that limb away from you before bringing it back and striking you hard across the cheek. You'd nearly fallen off the bed from the force.
"You little bitch, you try some shit like that again, and I'll knock your fucking jaw loose," he growled before yanking you up right and forcing you to look at him.
Involuntary tears leaked from your eyes as you glared up at his face. Blood oozed from the stinging wound you could feel inside your mouth.
That cut had healed by now though.
You squeeze his hand harder while walking down the hall out of his room. Even though it was the hand that struck you, it was the only thing you had to hold onto now.Â
Your brain tries to compartmentalize him nowadays. There's Negan, and there's daddy. Negan is the one who gets mean. Negan is the one who yells. Negan is the one who killed your friends. Daddy is the one who cares for you. He keeps you safe and healthy. He'd never hurt you like that. You didn't think you'd survive with a shred of sanity without that distinction.
He feels your little grip and squeezes your hand in return. That's what daddy does.
You stay close to his side as he guides you on the walkway that looks down on the commotion of the main room. Even after what you guessed had been a couple months, if not more, you still didn't like this place. Everything was so transactional. No one cared about each other. It was all about what everyone had to offer. That was by design of course, but it didn't make you any less critical of it.
Your eyes scan the clusters of people below. Although you weren't allowed to socialize on your own, you were starting to get a grasp on the cliques here. Negan's closest advisors all seemed to amalgamate in one area, spare the guy with the burnt face. The table closest to the window was where most of the soldiers ate while the one by the door seated the workers.
You weren't completely sure what class you fit into here.
The most obvious guess would be the group you're about to encounter, Negan's wives. But there are stark differences between you and them that prevent you from feeling camaraderie.
The two of you approach the room where he keeps this group of women. He maintains a tight grip on your hand as you slip through the doors. The disparities between you and the others become obvious as soon as you're within a few feet of them.
All of these women get to dress in black. They stand tall in heels, have earrings dangling next to their faces, and for some, a red tint painting their lips. All of them get to openly glare at him. They don't have to hide their hatred behind a feigned smile or soft laugh.
You know it isn't right to be jealous of them. They're suffering too. This isn't a happy situation for them either. But god, you can't help it. Envy nearly sears a hole through your heart every time you come into this room. What you wouldn't give to be one of them. To be allowed to drink and talk with other people. To not be under the constant threat of punishment.
Despite all these thoughts swirling through your head, you manage to keep your mask on. A simple, thoughtless look on your features as you stand next to him like an oversized accessory.
He looks down at you before dropping your hand.
"Stay right here for me, sweet thing. Daddy's only gonna take a minute," he says.
He stalks off to the back corner of the room with a woman you'd come to learn is named Sherry. They speak in hushed tones, so you can't make out what they're saying. You figure it's about one of the girls sneaking around with some other guy. That's what it's usually about when he makes a stop here with you in tow. Even with their status elevated above yours, they don't get to escape the wrath of his possessiveness.
You stand there awkwardly, arms crossed over your midsection while your weight shifts between your feet. No one tries to talk to you. You can feel their eyes on your pastel form, but their gazes don't hold curiosity or interest. It's pity.
In the beginning, you thought they were looking at you with jealousy. After all, you got your own cell and then graduated to Negan's bedroom while they had to share amenities.
But they weren't naive like you had been. None of them wanted Negan's attention. They didn't want to be his pet or his dolly or whatever the fuck he would classify you as. They had each other, and they got to share the load between all of them.
You sigh quietly and look down at the sparkly trim of your white sneakers.
He finishes his conversation with Sherry and then migrates across the room towards a blonde, crying girl. They speak at the same volume as him and Sherry. It's not worth trying to eavesdrop on.
Instead, you patiently wait the couple minutes it takes for them to finish up and for him to return to you. When he walks back over, you can tell the discussion hadn't been a positive one. His shoulders seem weighed down by whatever information he'd gathered from them.
But the dark cloud above him fades away as his hand slips back into yours. He leads you out of the room just as you'd come in and continues walking with you.
You hesitate but decide to try. "Are you ok?" you ask softly.
His head turns slightly to cast you a look. For a moment, it seems the daddy act has fallen away. He looks at you like he would any other woman who asked him that. Cold. Analytical. But the persona makes its reappearance seconds later as he pulls on a smirk for you.
"Just fine, honey. You don't gotta worry about me," he answers.
You know you should just nod and shut up, but it drives you crazy being led around like a child expected to be seen and not heard. So you decide to try again.
"Did they do something bad?" you ask. You hate how weak your voice comes out. There's no spark to it, no bite or sharp edge. All of that, he'd extinguished in you.
He drops your hand and drapes his arm over your shoulders, pulling you to his side.
"What are you so curious for, huh? You know something about it?" he responds.
You shake your head. Your arm rises and wraps around his torso.
"No. I just don't like when you're upset," you say. You lean your head into his chest to really sell it.
"Oh-ho, look at you. Turning on the charm," he chuckles, "I am just fine, sugar. I swear it. Sometimes those girls give me trouble, but it's nothing I can't handle."
You decide to just take it and nod this time.Â
He looks at you with satisfaction. "They can't all be like you, y'know? So well-behaved," he praises.
The compliment makes your blood curdle. You couldn't stand that he would act like obedience was your defining trait.
When you were with your group - your family more like -Â you would never have been described as obedient. Whether at the prison or Alexandria, it felt like every other day you were sneaking off to try something. You were always quick to spring into action, never the type to let someone belittle you. Rick got on your ass about deviating from plans in spurs of emotion more than anyone else. Maybe that's how you wound up here.
You had tried to stop them from taking Daryl. On that dark night in the woods, surrounded by the ring of headlights, you had tried. You didn't rush at Negan like your friend. Not wanting someone else to get their head bashed in, you were more subtle than that. But you attempted to get in the way of the guys carting him off. That's what landed you here. Tucked under his arm, the very weapon that took away two people you love swinging a foot away from you.
But you swallow down all of this rage and nod again. You nuzzle into his chest, a way to conceal the tightening sensation in your throat and the sting of tears at your waterline.
This is the worst part about Negan, you decide. The way he makes you act like you want it.
From your first day here, he made sure to tell you over and over how he's staunchly against rape. He's not a monster. He's not that kind of guy. No, no. You are a prisoner, so yes, technically here against your will, but never in a million years would he violate you in that way.
And he'd stuck true to that. Whenever you screamed or cried or yelled "no" on a loop until he shook you around like a bobble head, he always backed off of his advances. He never copped a feel or slid a wandering hand in your panties while you slept, never held you down or physically forced himself on you.
Instead, he broke you down until saying yes seemed like the only sane option.
You didn't want his affection? That meant you must not want to talk to anyone at all. For days. You didn't want to sit in his lap? Maybe you'd prefer kneeling by his feet for a week, in private and around everyone else. You didn't want to sleep in his bed? Fine. You could sleep on the concrete floor without a pillow or blanket while the heat was out.
You reflect on all of this as the two of you trot through the boxy halls. He takes you around on all his errands for the day. You stop by the doctor's office, inventory, and Dwight's room. All over the place. You stay quiet the whole time. busying yourself with your thoughts as you stay attached to him.
Everyday the line between survival and free will becomes blurrier. You tell yourself that you have to be like this with him. You'll be worse off if you don't act the part of the sweet, adoring girl he wants. But then sometimes you wonder if you truly are becoming obedient. Like a wildcat tamed into a lazy house pet. You almost never resist his touch anymore. You even go to him for comfort sometimes.
The idea kills you, so you deem it best not to think about for now.
Rather, you focus on guessing what the rest of the day would hold. It's already the afternoon by now. The sun hangs low by the tree line, shimmering into the Sanctuary through the rectangular windows across the walls. He wouldn't have a meeting with the lieutenants today. Those were almost always around lunch time. You didn't think he'd spend it with one of his wives either. If that was the case, he usually gave you a heads up in the morning.
The most likely possibility you come up with is the dilemma from earlier. You had never been invited to see the culmination of those though. Normally, he kept you safe and sound in his room while he tended to matters like that, ready to provide him some stress relief when he finished.
But things can always change, and now it seems like that's the case.
He guides you back into the main room. A crowd has gathered down below. You can't see the center point of their conglomeration. All you can sense are the nerves vibrating between everyone.
Their feet shuffle around on the hard concrete flooring. They look between each other with anxious eyes. Hushed chatter clouds the area until you and Negan begin to descend the stairs. That's when they all go quiet. Mouths close and pupils snap to the position of their leader.
You look down to lessen the ache of humiliation that came with accompanying the center of attention. The few times you had scanned the crowd for others' reactions, seeing if you could find a sympathetic gaze or outraged expression, all you found was animosity. The male workers and soldiers leered at you. They smiled and smirked, visibly amused by your girly outfits and docile disposition. On the other side of the aisle, the women glared, taking in the details of your appearance with disgust, like somehow it was your fault you got toted around like this.
His voice booms out to his audience as he takes step after step towards them.
"You all know what we're here for today," he starts, "We got simple rules 'round here, but some people still seem to have trouble following 'em."
Your hand stays linked with his as the two of you reach the landing.
"Watch your step, babydoll," he murmurs to you before continuing his speech. Your cheeks burn with shame.
"It feels like I'm doing this every other month. It's getting ridiculous," he lectures, "I don't like having to be so harsh. Truly, I don't. But rules are rules, and I don't know how I can make myself any clearer. They are not optional."
He walks further into the room with you. Being level with everyone else, you can see more of what's happening. They're gathered around a furnace. Dwight stands near the opening to the flames, clearly preparing something. Another man sits a few feet away. Over in the corner, the woman from earlier is looking at him and crying.
Looks like your guess was correct.
"So we're gonna do this again. Hopefully it's the last time," he concludes.
The crowd parts as you and him head towards the center of the room. He leads you over to an empty spot near the wall. Dropping your hand, he cups your jaw and makes you look him in the eyes.
"Stay right here for me. Daddy'll be right back," he says.
You nod and then watch as he turns away, waltzing over to where Dwight stands.
While your eyes are up, they can't help but catch on somebody familiar standing at the front of the crowd.
Daryl.
Your heart stutters, and you can see on his face that his does too. He looks worn down. Eyes dimmed and face hollowed. His clothes, dirty and ill-fitting. You start to feel tears pricking at your waterline from the sight. You weren't the only one they'd broken down.
In him, you find the compassion you'd been searching for. The look that told you at least one person here didn't take enjoyment from your suffering. But it comes from someone who truly can't help you. Who's in a situation as bad as your own.
You sniffle and try to wipe away any beginning tears before Negan or someone who would tell him notices.
The loud creak of a metal door opening drags your attention to the furnace though. You watch as Dwight pulls out the item he'd been preparing. A burning, metal iron becomes the new focus of everyone in the room.
Upon seeing the small object, so many things connect in your head. You know what's going to happen. You realize why Dwight's face is scarred. You understand why that woman is crying. And you know no one is going to stop any of this now or in the future.
Your heart pounds harder, and your breaths become shaky. Tears blur your vision further. You dig your nails into your palm to try and ground yourself, but it doesn't help. The scene in front of you has whipped your mind into a frenzy. You haven't felt this bad since the early weeks of being in this place.
This stupid fucking place. You hate it. You hate how cruel it is here. How disconnected and lifeless everything feels. You hate him for being the only one allowed to really live. You hate everyone else here for letting him get this powerful.
It's a complete spiral whirlpooling in your mind, only made worse by the fact that you have to keep it contained. You try to tell yourself you just have to wait it out. This couldn't take more than five minutes and then you could go back to the bedroom. You'd be ok. You could take off this itchy dress and put your hair back to how you like it. You could kick off these shoes and hide yourself beneath the warm blankets. None of these people would be around, all you'd have is the quiet between those walls where daddy could make it all better.
As you're in the process of mentally talking yourself down, Negan takes hold of the iron. To free up his hands, he offers Lucille off to someone nearby. Your eyes follow his leather-clad limb to the neck of the bat and then up to its new handler. You see Simon.
You have to look down now. If you don't, everyone here will see the look of pure terror on your face. You close your eyes and rein in whimpers that threaten to spill from your lips. Everything feels fuzzy around you, intangible and like your hands would drift right through them. Your head heats up, the sensation making you dizzy. You try to steady yourself by leaning back against the wall, but the cool, flat surface does little to ease your nerves.
It does even less when you hear his voice closing in on you.
"Hey there, princess," he starts, voice laced with mockery, "You feeling alright?"
You're not looking at him, but the image of his stupid face projects with HD clarity in your mind. You swallow hard and nod.
Laughing lowly, he comes to stand beside you. "You sure about that? You're looking kind of lightheaded," he taunts.
"I'm fine," you choke out.
His hand darts up and grabs your jaw. He doesn't gently guide your eyes where he wants them to look. He yanks your face in his direction like an unruly child with a doll.
"I don't know about that. You're looking kind of rough," he says while glaring down at you with those ruthless eyes, "Maybe I should take you over to the doctor's. We both know Negan wants his favorite toy kept in good condition."
Your entire body vibrates with hatred for this creature. Every breath you take acts as an effort of restraint, a way to lull yourself into not ripping out what hair he has left.
You didn't just despise Simon because he's an asshole or because he was the person harassing your group leading up to that horrible night you were taken. Your aversion for him stems from experiences entirely your own.
A few days after the biting incident, you had tried getting physical with Negan one more time. You'd managed to worm one of your wrists out of your restraints, and instead of aiming for escape, you decided revenge held a higher priority. You waited for him to come check on you, keeping your arm tucked to your body as if it was still bound.
When he finally came in, you sat there and took the speech, took the condescension, and took the promises that you would conform. And then he leaned a bit closer. That's when you backhanded him as hard as he had you the few days prior.
After the hit landed, you lunged forward and tried to wrap the rope connected to you around his neck. You pulled as hard as you could, and for a moment, you thought you had won.
But wrangling you off was easier than you anticipated. They hadn't been allowing you much food or sleep, so the strike took most of your energy. It only took him a handful of seconds to snake his hand under the rope and then pry your arms away.
He stood up and slammed you into the wall with his hand around your throat. In that moment, he didn't look at you with the same fury he had before. This time around, frustration dominated his gaze.
"Was that fun for you?" he asked.
You didn't answer. Your chest puffed with exertion while your eyes stared daggers into him.
"What did I tell you last time? What did I fucking tell you?" he asked. Despite the look in his eye being less volatile, his tone of voice was dangerous as ever. "I told you I would knock that jaw of yours loose. That's what I said, and I meant it. I don't want you thinking I didn't. But I'm not gonna do that right now because I don't think it would work, and I'm not one to waste my own time."
Internally, pride swelled in your chest, thinking you had called his bluff. But then he kept speaking.
"I have a bad feeling that if I struck some sense into you that you'd just try to strike it into me right back, and I can't have that. That's just not gonna fly around here," he said, "So I'll tell you what: I have a better idea. You don't wanna play with daddy? Then you can spend a weekend with your Uncle Simon. See how much fun he can be."
Back then, you didn't know Simon as the right hand man. You didn't have his name and face connected yet. Now, you wished you could go back to that state of mind.
You were with him for three days while Negan did a tour of the outposts and subjugated communities. Only 72 hours. But an hour of him would have been enough to scare you for a lifetime.
When he first came into the room, you didn't get the feeling that him and Negan would handle you so differently. You could tell from the way he looked at you that, like his boss, he looked at you as something to toy with. A source of amusement. The difference, you soon found out, was how they played with their toys.
Unlike daddy, Simon didn't talk just to talk. He didn't warn you of future spankings or timeouts. He hit. And he kicked. And he shoved you down and tossed you around. He didn't offer the same condolences daddy did, there was no "this hurts me more than it hurts you." Nothing he did even bothered Simon. He watched you hurt, and he enjoyed it.
You didn't even get a reward once you'd settled down. Your attitude had disappeared almost instantly. Having the wind knocked out of you once was enough for you to become more amicable, but your change in demeanor didn't phase him. It wasn't his goal.
The only rules Negan left him with were the basic ones for the Sanctuary along with no killing you or causing permanent damage. But that didn't mean he couldn't threaten you with breaking them. He went on and on during the down periods where you cowered in the corner or huddled against the wall of your bedroom cell, telling you stories of how he went rogue before. Any horrible thing he could think of, he dangled in front of you as a potential fate.
When Negan finally came back, you eagerly awaited him. Despite your sleep deprived and bruised condition, your eyes stayed locked on the door like a puppy expecting their master. For the next week, you latched onto him. Didn't want to leave his side. He had made his point. You could hate him as much as you wanted but leave you alone with Simon for a little while, and you'd beg for him back.
That's how you feel right now, staring up into Simon's eyes while he holds your jaw. The pressure his fingers put on your cheeks serve as a reminder of the pain he can inflict while his other hand holding the bat twirls the weapon near your calf. As much as you had been internally preaching your hatred for everything to do with Negan minutes ago, all you want to do now is run into his arms.
You feel more tears wanting to slip down your cheeks, but you try your best to hold them in. The more you cry, the more I like it. That's what he'd told you more than once over those three days.
"Just leave me alone," you tell him. You try to sound as firm as possible, but even your own ears catch the way your voice quivers. "Negan wouldn't like you talking over him."
Your attempt at taking a stand falls flat. He doesn't back off any, rather, he leans in closer.
"Negan, huh? Are you even allowed to call him that?" he mocks and feigns a pout.Â
"Just shut up!" you say. You mean it as a threat; though, it hits his ears like a plea. More hot panic rushes down your spine from the stress of having to remain quiet while also trying to be assertive.
His lips flatten into a line before he continues speaking. "Your head's getting too big for those shoulders, little girl. You better watch your attitude, or I might have to suggest you're due for some more correction," he mutters.
A loud scream rips the two of you from your conversation. He drops his hand from your face, and you both straighten up against the wall. Negan stands in the center of the room, pressing the blazing iron to the side of the man's face.
He wails until he passes out, and that's when his leader peels away the device of torture. Sticky skin goes with it before snapping back against his face like a rubber band. You grimace, your stomach twisting at the sight. You'd seen so much blood and guts over the years of living out on the road and fighting with other groups, but melted skin was a new one.
Negan turns to Dwight and gives him the iron back. You breathe an involuntary sigh of relief, subconsciously soothed by the thought of him returning to your side.
The reprieve ends suddenly though when a small, sharp pain slices along the meat of your calf. You whimper and lift your leg away on instinct. Looking for the source, you see the bat twirling from the motion of Simon's wrist. One of the barbs had caught your skin. Your eyes flit up to him.
"Watch out!" you say. The old you would have been seething. She would have pulled out her pocket knife and given him a little receipt for the cut. But now, you watch him with fearful eyes, trying to gauge whether or not you would get in trouble for calling him an asshole.
"Remember what I said," he tells you quietly as a trickle of red runs down to the lacy frills of your sock.
Before you can respond, a warm hand lands on the small of your back. Your head turns to find Negan smiling down at you.
"What's with the long face, sugar? Simon bothering you?" he asks, clearly not meaning it seriously even though to you it is exactly that.
You part your lips to answer, but Simon beats you to it.
"Bothering her? C'mon. I'm just checking up on her. She looked a little dizzy, so I offered to take her to the doctor's," he says, light as ever, "I'm just watching out for her, y'know? Sweet thing like her will get eaten alive here if she's not careful."
Negan raises his eyebrows, and for a second, you think he's about to take your side. But then he just chuckles and shakes his head.Â
"She's doing just fine. That was her first time seeing one of those, so she's probably a little shaken up," he says, rubbing your arm.
"Hm... Sounds about right," Simon replies, "I know that's not how her little group did things."
"Yeah. So I'll get her back to the room. Think you can handle shit down here?" he says, gesturing around to the dispersing crowd.
"Always," Simon says with a mock salute. He then hands Lucille back.
Finally, you find some relief, some true sanctuary as Simon walks away. Your body physically relaxes. Negan feels it underneath his arm and spares you a glance as the two of you walk back up the stairs.
"Is something wrong?" he asks.
You want to just take the easy route and say no, to play along with this sadistic charade and not cause any trouble. But you can't get the single syllable out. It feels impossible to even shake your head. Even though Simon's gone, the weight of everything that happened still remains along with the stinging in your leg.
Your throat feels tight, and your eyes feel like they're two seconds from overflowing. The lights suddenly seem too bright, and everyone here is too loud. You can't show him that though. You don't want more correction. You don't want someone to like it when you cry. But you can't ignore him either. That would be the worst thing to do.
All you manage in response is a shaky shrug. You let out a broken sigh with it and lean into his chest. The tension in your shoulders returns as you fight to keep the tears from leaking out against the worn leather.
At first, he doesn't say anything, and the two of you keep walking. Your steps remain in time with his as you traverse the walkway and around the corner. Then the two of you come to a stop when you're out of sight. He turns you by your shoulders, holding you in front of him so that you can't shy away.
"I got one more thing to attend to out by the fence. Think you can handle that?" he asks.
Your heart pulses to an uneven rhythm, trying to decide what to do without devolving into pure panic. You bite your lip as you mull your options over. Say yes and go with him. Then inevitably fail to contain yourself and get in trouble. Or, say no now and risk punishment for being defiant. You're not sure which one will end up worse.
"Can... can we just go back to the room?" you ask. Your voice comes out weak as if every word siphons a drop of energy from you.
He eyes you with uncertainty of his own; though, there's no fear in his look. His gaze is careful, an attempt to decipher if this is some kind of deception. You'd been pretty well-behaved as of late, but one bad day could take even the most obedient pet to a rabid dog, jaws primed to gnash.
But you didn't really have a reason to lie. The bedroom with him would provide the least likely chance at escape, and in the condition you were in now, you didn't seem to be planning an attack.
Slowly, he nods. "Sure, honey. I'll have Arat handle the other shit," he tells you before leading you in the direction of his bedroom.
The words he mumbles through his radio sound distant to you. You watch your legs switch between one and the other as you walk. On your right, you see the small red splotch staining the pristine cloth of your sock.
Before you know it, he's pushing open the bedroom door and bringing you inside. It then closes behind you, creating a barrier between you and everything else out there. It gets a little easier to breathe.
He guides you the few steps over to the edge of the bed and sits down, pulling you onto his lap. You feel his eyes scanning over you in an attempt to figure out the problem without asking. His hand rubs up and down your back over the crinkly fabric of your dress. His other palm focuses on your legs, coasting over your knees and the area of your thighs the skirt doesn't cover.
The code is harder for him to crack than usual. Normally when you got upset, it resulted from something he said. And he knows that because, usually, that's his intention. It was always either that or you'd just generally be feeling down, missing your home. But that doesn't seem to be the case right now. You seem more antsy than your normal bouts of sadness. He doesn't think it was from watching the spectacle downstairs. He knows you hate the saviors indiscriminately. Watching some random guy's face melt off wouldn't have you this upset. Finally, he relents.
"What's wrong?" he asks. He actually makes an effort not to sound like he'll make fun of whatever your answer may be.
"I just don't feel good," you choke out and bite your lip.
He feels you shudder on his lap, and he knows it's not the full truth. Pulling you a little closer on his thighs, he continues to look down at you.
"C'mon, baby. Tell daddy what hurts," he coaxes.
Your face tenses, but you know he won't drop this. "Just... just... I don't know. A lotta stuff," you say. You couldn't decide on a lie to commit to.
He sighs and bounces his leg with you on it a few times. "Did someone say something to you? Was someone bothering you?" he asks as his scope of potential causes narrow.
You're in the middle of trying to think of a cover story when his hand glides down to remove your shoes. He knocks one off. Then the other. The foamy white sneakers clatter to the ground next to his foot.
He goes to bring his hand back up, dragging it over the fine threading of your socks, but his eyes catch on the bloody splotches near the edge. Grabbing your ankle, he tugs your limb upward. It puts you at an awkward angle and nearly knocks you from your perch on his thigh. He stares the small wound down, assessing every detail of the tiny scrape.
"How'd you get this?" he asks. He looks over to you.
In reality, it may have been the most standard question in the world. But it hits your ears like an accusation and brings a fresh wave of tears that you can't control. Your lip quivers as your lids blink a few droplets over your water line.
"Simon did it," you weep.
You're scared he won't believe you, but after a few seconds, he drops your foot and pulls you close. His arms wrap around you tight and keep you flush against his chest. The warmth of the embrace encompasses you. You let the dam burst and cry into him, pouring all your sadness out against his body.
His hand sweeps up and down your back in comforting strokes. "Shh, shh, shh, sweetheart. Daddy's got you," he murmurs.
You feel him shrug off his jacket and push it aside, leaving the plain material of his t-shirt to soak up your anguish. He keeps you as close as possible. One of his hands cradles the back of your head to ensure you don't pull away.
"Does Simon bother you a lot?" he asks.
You nod. "Whenever I'm not with you," you choke out.
He hums in acknowledgement. "I'll talk to him. He's not supposed to hurt you when you're being such a good girl for daddy."
"I was trying really hard," you sob, your voice cracking, "I've been trying to be good. But he just hates me anyway. He's so mean to me."
Your arms snake around him as tight as a pair of snakes aiming to kill. You cling to him with everything you have, as if he's your one true savior from this living hell and not the cause of it.
In your head, you feel like you're annoying him. He's probably waiting for you to calm down, so he can nip this blossom of resentment in the bud. Good girls don't have tantrums or meltdowns, right? And all he cares about is that you act the part of a good girl.
But you only think all of that because you can't see the smile on his face right now.
He's grinning more than any of the times he got you to say something humiliating or cooperate with a punishment. The look he displays now reaches a new level of smugness, higher than the night he killed two of your people and traumatized the rest of them. His satisfaction runs deeper this time because right now, you're truly broken.
This isn't something you agreed to because the other option was worse. It's not something he had to coach you into or manipulate a situation into becoming. You did this all on your own. You came to him. Sure, he had to coax it out of you a little bit, but once he got his foot in the door, you let him right in. You're clinging to him for comfort, looking to him for a solution. He couldn't be more pleased. This is exactly what he wanted - to break you down. Now he just had to reel you back in the slightest bit, get you in that perfect middle ground between too independent and non-functioning.
"You have been doing really good for me, y'know? I'm proud of you, baby," he tells you in the most earnest tone he can manage, "Don't worry about Simon for right now, ok? Daddy's gonna set him straight. He won't bother you again."
You nod, but the reassurance doesn't stop the flow of tears from your eyes. Your fingers stay clenched around the fabric of his shirt.
"No more tears, honey, c'mon," he coos. He pries your limbs from around him and boosts you to your feet, standing you between his thighs. "I'll take care of it just like I take care of you. Let's just worry about what my little baby needs to feel better right now."
You take a few seconds to think about it, but the answer comes with relative ease. The most agitating thing about this situation right now is wrapped all around you, scratching at your sides and digging in under your arms.
"Can you take my dress off?" you sniffle.
His eyes fall from your face over your body. "What? You don't like this pretty little number?" he teases.
For once, you don't feel like you're two seconds away from punishment. You feel like it's a joke, and you don't have to awkwardly straddle the line between playing along with the humor and submitting to the literal interpretation.
"It's ok... it's just kinda scratchy," you say and wipe away your tears with the back of your hand.
"Spin around for me then. We'll get it off you. Can't have it irritatin' that soft skin while you're tryin' to relax."
You take the few steps to turn around. His fingers grasp the zipper and undo the baby pink prison you'd been trapped in for the day. Feeling the chafing fabric pulled away from you lets you take a real breath for the first time in hours. Already a small bit of relief. It only compounds when the garment hits the floor and pools at your feet.
He tugs you back by the waist and lays you across the bed, body on full display for him. Right now, you don't mind his gaze tracking your curves. He leans over you, his hands coasting from the sides of your breasts down to your hips.
"You're prettier like this anyways, princess," he praises.
"Thank you, daddy." It spills out as naturally as water from a faucet.
He rewards you with his lips on your stomach instead of words. Kissing the smooth, warm skin, his lips travel from just above your navel to the divot between your breasts. Your nipples rise to attention automatically.
His hands slide up to cup your mounds of flesh. He fondles and gropes them as his lips migrate up the curves to the hardening little peaks. They don't latch on just yet. He teases them with kisses instead, letting the anticipation of blissful suction build.
You take your lip between your teeth as you watch him. Chills break out across the rest of your body. You know you should be fighting. You know you should kick and scream and cry. You should try to take advantage of his closeness and get towards your revenge. But in your hellish life, are you not allowed one moment of pleasure? You haven't let those plans of escape and vengeance go, but you want this right now. You want to feel good, and he gives you that.Â
This isn't Negan. This is daddy. And you don't wanna hurt daddy.
His tongue peeks out from between his lips to trace wet circles around your nipple. The sensation draws a whine from you. Your body squirms beneath him with an eagerness to feel more.
"I think I know how to make you feel better. Take your mind off all that stuff from before," he whispers.
He takes one of your nipples between his lips, flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue and scraping his teeth against the sensitive area. You reward the choice with a mewl and squirm your legs. He chuckles and then switches to the other one.
"That feel good?" he asks.
You nod, your head tilting back and your eyes fluttering.
Grinning, he continues his work on your chest. You whine and squirm for him, giving him all the reactions he craves. Soon, his hand ghosts up your inner thigh. His fingertips drag over the flesh and land on your clothed center. Through the thin pink cloth, he rubs at your clit. That garners a breathy moan and a full body shudder.
"Goddamn, you are so cute," he chuckles, "Just a few little touches and you squirm around like a virgin for me."
Heat floods your cheeks, but you don't bother disputing the claim. It was the truth. You weren't sure what it was about him that got you so amped up and needy.
The pad of his middle finger swirls around the little nub in your panties. He can already feel the fabric getting sticky from the wetness between your thighs.
"Poor baby. You're so easy to play with," he says.
His mouth leaves your breasts now and begins to retrace its path down your stomach. It glides over your skin with open-mouthed kisses all the way down to the hem of your underwear. His fingers fall away from your center to your dismay.
Your disappointment is short lived though. You feel him position your thighs on his shoulders. When you look down, his eyes are staring right back up at you, gleaming like that of a panther ready to pounce.
"You want daddy's mouth on you? Will that help you feel better?" he rasps.
You nod quickly. "Please, daddy," you whimper.
"So polite. You didn't even need me to remind you of your manners," he smirks.
You don't even care about that remark. It washes right over you. All your mind is concerned with right now is getting more of his touch.
He brings his index finger back between your legs. He hooks it beneath the soaked seat of your panties, pulling it to the side and revealing your slick folds to him. The thumb on his opposite hand comes up to rub over the length of your slit up to your clit. Back and forth, nice and slow, just to tease you.
Your hips writhe the slightest bit, and he nips the skin of your inner thigh.
"Tsk. You know good girls are patient. They don't wriggle around. I've taught you better than that," he chides.
"Sorry," you say, backing down quickly.
"It's alright. I know you're having a rough day, so I'll let it slide this time," he says. He then leans in to lay some kisses on your clit.
Your eyes roll back and your toes curl. He never let things slide. This must have been a miracle. The same man who always toted that the rules weren't optional, letting you bypass one? Maybe you were his favorite. That's what you took it as anyways.
He makes out with your cunt like it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen. His lips engulf it, spreading his affection from your little bundle of nerves all the way down, nearly reaching your puckered entrance below. You whine and clutch at the bedsheets. You were still too scared to grab his hair. You weren't sure if he'd like it and groan or glare at you in a way that said you'd pay for it later.
It doesn't matter to you right now though. What you hold isn't important when you feel this good. It feels like a firework show is erupting in your belly, bright bursts of all different colors. Your heels dig into his back, subconsciously keeping him buried between your thighs.
He's tempted to tear your panties off and fling them aside. He would if not for the limited number in his possession. If this was normal life, he'd rip a pair to shreds on a weekly basis. These things were so cute when he put them on, but when he wanted at you, he despised them. If this was normal life, he'd just buy you new ones whenever a tattered one had to be tossed. But then again, if this was normal life, he wouldn't have you at all, so it isn't really worth thinking about.
Refocusing his mind on your pleasure, he dives further into your cunt. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue fucks into you. He pushes it in a few times before pulling back and just lapping at your pussy in broad strokes, getting every drop of you he can. Two of his fingers prod at your entrance before slipping in. They fuck deeper than his tongue, but don't stretch you out like his cock. A happy medium to walk the steps of preparation.
He maneuvers his digits with expert precision, scissoring and curling them at the perfect intervals. You can't help the way your hips buck in response. He doesn't get on you about it though. He just wraps your arms around his hips and holds you in place.
Your thighs squeeze around his head too. Luckily, that wasn't against the rules. He loved feeling the heat of your plush legs wrapped around his skull, keeping him close.
He pumps his fingers faster, curling them right against that spot that got you to squeal and cry out his name.
"Cum for me, babydoll. All over my face. I wanna feel it," he rasps.
It's a fortunate coincidence he gives you that command because you were about two swipes of his tongue away from doing it on your own. You melt against the bed, eyes fluttering and body jerking and quivering as rushes of pleasure sweep through you.
Your fingers grip the blankets so tight they threaten to tear into them, but then they loosen completely and go lax next to your hips. He licks your cunt through the entire thing, not letting you come down until the euphoria has thoroughly washed through you.
While you're lying there, dazed and blissed out, he untangles himself from your legs and stands at the edge of the bed. He wipes your nectar from his facial hair before pulling his shirt over his head and unzipping his pants.
"I think daddy deserves a little reward for making you feel so good, pretty girl. What do you say?" he asks.
Of course, you nod. There was no way you would reject him while still so close to the high of your last release. He grins at your hazy movement and shoves down his pants, jerking his cock a few times and crawling on the bed to hover over you.
"You're such a good girl for me. Better than I ever thought you'd be," he says while looking down at your face.
"Wanna be good for you, daddy," you say softly, blinking at him with your misty doe eyes.
His grin spreads even wider. In your sane mind, you probably would have thought it looked like some creature out of hell. But right now, the look just makes you giggle and squirm.
Down below, he lines up at your entrance. He slides his tip through your arousal a few times, getting it nice and wet before he sinks in. A smile of your own rises on your face, and he groans at the deep satisfaction of having your cunt embrace him so readily.
"Perfect little pussy, fuck," he grunts, "Think it's the best I've ever had."
You preen at that compliment. He balances his forearms on each side of your head as he begins to thrust. Your legs rise up and lazily wrap around his waist, which he loves. He can't get enough of the fact that you want him, that you're pushing him deeper and not letting him pull out too much.
His head falls beside yours, letting you hear every pant and grunt that falls from his lips. Your walls squeeze around him every so often. The noises make your tummy flutter for him. It drives you wild to know you brought him to such a state of lust.
"Christ, you're so fucking tight," he mumbles.
You giggle again and drape your arms around his shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut. You just get lost in the feeling of him inside you, his cock battering all your sweet spots just right. He leans in and kisses at your neck. His hips pump deeper, ramming his shaft further into the warm depth of you.
In this moment, everything feels so good and pure. You can't even imagine any of the pain he inflicted on you before. It all feels like a distant dream. Memories that belonged to someone else, not you. At this second, it feels as though this bliss will last forever. Just you and him tangled in the throes of passion without a concern for anything else happening beyond the privacy of his room.
When you open your eyes, they're a little watery from all the stimulation and how good it feels mixed with your saccharine thoughts. You arch off the bed a few inches, pushing your pert breasts against the warmth of his chest. He pushes you back down with ease, keeping you angled exactly where he wants you.
Pulling back a little to look at your face, he smiles when he sees the water gathering in your eyes.
"Oh, those are the tears I like to see," he croons.
You moan, a little shiver coursing through you. It only encourages him to pound his hips harder against you, in and out, in and out, until you're both approaching the edge.
"You gonna cum again for me, sweetheart? Show daddy how good he's making you feel?" he murmurs.
"Yeah, mhm, ah-" you whimper, "I wanna cum daddy, wanna cum for you."
"I know you do," he chuckles, "I can feel it."
Your cunt contracts and releases around him with increased frequency now. He knows you're moments away from reaching the peak. Swiveling his hips, he tries to strike that chord and bring you crashing down.
You whimper, the pitch getting higher as the glass gets closer to shattering. Finally, with one good jerk of his pelvis, you tense up and cry out. A couple tears trickle from your eyes. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades.
Your body trembles and rolls with the feeling. He fucks you through it, savoring every delicious squeeze of your cunt around him. A few breathless groans rumble out of him. He gets every last second in your hole he can before he has to pull out.
He snaps his hips back, replacing the tightness of your pussy with his hand. It's not the same, but it will do. He gives it a few quick strokes before he explodes and spills on your belly. You lift your head and watch as the ropes of hot, sticky cum land on your skin.
His hips jerk with each surge of release firing from him. When he finishes, his head hangs, and he takes a moment to catch his breath. He scoots off of you and cools down beside your body on the bed. It's quiet for a few moments; though, he's never one to be vulnerable, so he doesn't let the silence linger for too long.
"You feeling better?" he asks and rotates his head to look at you.
You nod, visibly more relaxed than before.
"Thank you, daddy," you say, sweet as can be, before leaning in and pecking his lips.
He stares at you for a few moments in fond satisfaction. Then he gets up, and pulls you to your feet with him.
"C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up," he says.
You follow obediently to the bathroom where he wipes you off with a damp rag and makes sure you're all set to get some rest after. Both of you make your way to the dresser next. He pulls another set of those panties out and slips you into them. They don't feel so horrible this time around, but in the back of your mind, you're sure that won't be the case tomorrow morning. A soft, thin shirt covers your upper body next. It's the same baby pink color as the dress, but you don't mind since it's much more comfortable.
On your own, you tuck yourself to his side for the short walk back to the bed. He climbs in first and then tugs you into your spot next to him.
"I want you to try and get some rest," he tells you, stroking down the side of your face, "When you wake up, I'll get you something to eat, but for now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"
You aren't particularly tired, but while living here, sleep has become your greatest method of escape. You never reject a chance at it. The only thing is, right now, you don't really want to escape. You don't feel a horrible gnawing sensation from being so close to him.
However, you agree anyways because daddy knows best for you, and you don't want to make him upset.
You lie your head on his chest and snuggle up to him. He holds you close, rewarding the compliance by rubbing your back.
"Sweet dreams, babydoll," he murmurs.
You shut your eyes, allowing your mind to recede into visions of the life and people you had before this. The life you still hoped one day you would get back, even as it became more and more like a fantasy rather than a realistic future.
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just wondering if there will be Hyunjin links as well, following the Chan, Minho and Changbin ones? đ
Now that you mention itâŠ.dating Hyunjin has so many perks! ⊠p*rn links!
explicit content ahead + master lists > OT8 list >
- You two have the cutest hobbies together! Everyday is something new for you when youâre with Hyunjin. He enjoys the thrill of trying new things and expanding his talents with you all the time!
- You get a first hand look at his skills in dancing coming to life. He teaches new things about your body, how it can move, and how every inch of you fits against every piece of him!
- You may or may not get an addiction to kissing him! Sometimes itâs all you can think about around him! His lips are just so perfect, so sweet, and feel so right when theyâre pressed against yours. Hyunjin finds your random greediness for kisses adorable but he never lets you get away with just a quick peck. If you want them so bad heâs gonna give you the very best kind every time!
- You travel with him quite a bit. Going to new places and seeing new sights when he has the time. Thereâs nights and days you just cuddle up close to him in his hotel room, wanting nothing more than to just help him relax after a long day of photoshoots and social appearances. Even a muse of millions needs a little break sometimes.
- You get the opportunity to mark him up as much as you want! Hyunjin loves the nibbles and kisses you pepper across his skin, how small they are at first, but eventually darken and grow the more you bite at him. You donât have to worry about covering them up either. He insists people see them in private and knows more than a few tips and tricks on how to cover them in public! So mark him up all you want.
- Youâre admired by him in every way. Pictures, videos, sketches! Hyunjin has all sorts of depictions of you. He adores watching all the wholesome videos you two make together, admiring the faces you make, and the lovely little sounds he forces out of you! God, youâre just so pretty to him in every way!
- You get video calls from him often. Sometimes itâs just talk and help one another fall asleep better when heâs away. Other times heâs begging to hear you talk, help him get his mind off things with soft words. Youâve always got something new or neat to show him too and Hyunjin absolutely loves watching you through the screen.
- Youâd never feel less than with him. Getting what you want with a simple pleading look or pout. Hyunjin spoils you often, persistent with his appreciation through the smallest gestures and sweetest words. Youâre a little selfish with his love but he truly doesnât mind!
- Youâre his muse in every way he can think of. A living and breathing piece of art he can show off to anyone with pride.
MY INBOX IS CRYING RNNNN. I still have requests I havenât answered since February?!?? đ send helppppp
Iâm sorry I keep using Artemisâ songs but theyâre so goooooooddd
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A Business Proposal
Male Reader X Fromis_9 Nakyung
Length: 12.6k+ Words
Tags: Angry sex. Teasing. Creampie
A/n- So the winner of the poll was was post it now. So here you go. Been a while since a new fic but this is in honor of my two years of writing smut on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.
Business proposals. It probably isn't a lie when you say they probably happen every day. Sometimes they can be rather fair for both sides but in your case, you couldnât be more annoyed.Â
âWhat do you mean I have to marry her? And in a month and a half also?â
Your parents rolled their eyes as they then placed a contract in front of you.Â
âLook. Their company has always been a great partner of ours and this could help elevate both of us to the top. This union will combine both our profits and make our wealth reach new heights. The day you marry her, you will officially become the chairman of C Industries. If you donât marry her then we will look for another board member to take the place. Please donât make us do that.âÂ
Your mother and father were hard workers. It took them 27 years but they managed to develop a company that was second to none. Now what was this company focused on? Honestly? Everything. C industries were just a jack of all trades. Tech development, construction of apartments, agriculture. Those were just a few things. It always amazed you how they managed to build their empire and you knew it was yours eventually until now.Â
You were destroyed hearing those words. Years of hard work would be ruined over one decision your parents made without warning.
âShit. Are you going to make me do this?âÂ
âYes, Yejun. Now itâs it a yes or a no?âÂ
Sadly there was only one answer.Â
5 frantic weeks went by as both companies got together and worked out the merger. Most of your days went by with you attending meetings from 7 in the morning until 8 at night. You met with lawyers from both sides as well as your parents and future in-laws but one certain lady was always missing.Â
Despite this marriage being forced on you. You were going to be a good husband and love and support your wife. So of course you were wondering about her after all this time. Currently, your meeting was ending with the Leeâs so you knew it would be the best time to ask.Â
âExcuse me, Mr. Lee. If I may ask, where has Nagyung been this entire time? Me and her will be running this company together yet she hasnât even shown up for a single meeting.â
âAh. She has been very busy deciding things for your wedding with the planner. We havenât seen much of her either. We just get updates over some phone calls. You must be excited to meet your future wife. Why donât you go give her a visit? She has her place in the city and Iâm sure it would give the Two of you some time to connect. I will send you the address as well as the passcodes to enter.âÂ
âAre you sure itâs ok for me to enter?âÂ
âOf course, Yejun. You will be married in a few weeks. If she gives you any problems just tell us.âÂ
âVery well Mr Lee. I will head over tonight when I get a chance.â
âVery well. I wish you a good night and hope to see you soon again.âÂ
With a handshake, everyone in the room parted their own ways. Your parents didnât even stay as they gave you a wave goodbye. Looking to the right, your eyes looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5 pm. Today was one of the lucky days you all ended it early. With the idea of visiting Nagyung fresh in your mind, you quickly gathered your things and went towards the elevator.Â
After a few seconds, the familiar ring echoed out in the hallway. The doors to the machine opened and you entered. The ride down to the garage took a bit as you were on the 45th floor. After about a minute and thirty seconds, the same ding came back and doors opened.Â
Respect is what could be felt in the air. As people passed you, they all took the time to stop and give you a bow. Of course, they would show that kind of respect to the future CEO. Despite that, you felt a bit weird and appreciated when they treated you like anyone else. You never wanted the money or power to get to your head. You hope it never does.Â
As you finally arrived at the black vehicle, your hands brought out the key fob and unlocked the car. The little chirp from your Toyota brought a smile to your face. You had just bought it a few days ago and loved having a state-of-the-art car for the first time in your life. Once in the driver seat, your foot stepped on the break and you pressed the start button. As the car roared to life, you waited a few seconds until the display screen in the middle of the console was active. Once up, you could see there was a Message from Mr.Lee. In the text was the address so you just clicked on it and your car put it in the GPS. With the instructions not playing in the speakers, you put the car in drive and took off.Â
A few minutes passed as you drove away from the company building. Taking a glance at the time, you saw it was 5 pm and a typical dinner time. With the GPS saying you were 5 minutes away, you began to glance around and look for some food. With your eyes scanning all the buildings, they eventually saw a large neon sign that caught your attention.Â
Seeing an open spot near the store, you turned your wheel and parked right in front of the building. Turning the engine off, you quickly jumped out and walked to the front door of the restaurant. The name âVery Very Good Chickenâ certainly caught your attention.Â
As you pulled the glass door open, the strong fragrance of chicken hit your nose. By just a few smells you got, it was going to be good. Going up to the counter, a young man could be seen just standing behind the counter. His attention was facing down, so you could tell he was just on his phone.Â
As you finally reached the register, it took the young. Man, a minute to notice you were there. The sudden jolt from the man scared you since you scared him. Both of you began to laugh at this and calmed down after a few seconds.Â
âSorry. Welcome to Very Very Good Chicken. What can I get for you?â
âHi. Could I get half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors?âÂ
âOf course. So half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors. Would you like any drinks to take with you as well or just the chicken?âÂ
âHmmm. How about a bottle of draft beer?âÂ
âA bottle of draft beer. So in total, itâs the chicken and the beer. Your total will be 35,000 Won. How would you like to pay?âÂ
Handing over your card the young man quickly swiped it and then handed it back.Â
âPlease give us like 15 minutes to get that ready for you sir. Thank you for buying with us.âÂ
Nodding towards him, your legs brought you over to an empty seat and you waited for the food. The 15 minutes went by in a flash as you saw the young man walking over with the bags of food. Standing up, your right hand extended and you took hold of the plastic.Â
âThank you for buying. Hope to see you again!â
âThank you!â
Walking out of the building, you immediately arrived at your vehicle and placed the food on the passenger seat. Getting back in the car, you took a look over your left and pulled out of the spot. Your GPS continued to direct you toward the large apartment building. After the Five-minute drive, you pulled into a large parking lot that was across the building. Your Toyota certainly stuck out from the various nice-looking cars that were stationed there.Â
Despite that, you parked your car in the first spot you could find. With the engine turned off, your hand took hold of the plastic bag and hopped out of the vehicle. Your footsteps brought you to the front door where a doorman was ready to let you in. Thanking the man, you made your way inside the building and took a look around. The giant glass chandelier in the center of the lobby certainly brought all eyes to it.Â
Moving past it, you eventually made it toward some elevators in the backside of the lobby. Pressing the circular button, your leg began to bounce as you waited for the elevator. A few more seconds passed until a ding echoed out in the lobby. With the door in front of you opening, you quickly hopped on the elevator and pressed the button to the 22nd floor. With the doors closing, all you could do was wait until you were on the correct floor.
A little jingle played in the metal cage as you stood there with the food. Honestly, you werenât quite sure how to say Hi to Nagyung. Well hi was the least of your concerns. What would you talk about with your fiancĂ©?
Your time to brainstorm ran out as the same Sound as before hit your ears. With the doors opening to your desired floor, you began to walk off the elevator and take a look around. On both sides, apartments lined down the hallways. In front of you was a sign. In the black font, you saw that on the right-hand side were all apartments from 2210- 2220. On the left-hand side were apartments 2200-2209. With a glance at your mobile device, you took a glance at the text and saw that Nagyung lived in apartment 2220.
As you moved down the right-hand side, your eyes scanned all of the apartment buildings until you reached the end of the hallway. With the number in front of you, your right hand went up and formed into a fist. Hesitation is what you felt until a sudden boost of confidence brought you to knock on her door.Â
Silence was all that could be Heard. A few seconds passed as you were getting ready to knock again. Before your right hand could hit the door, the sound of the lock being undone began to come from the door. As the white door pulled back, your eyes were met with a strange man who happened to be shirtless.Â
âFucking finally. Forty-five minutes for damn fried rice.â
You didnât even have time to react as the bag of food was snatched from your hand. A wad of cash was then thrown at your face as the man slammed the door. Were you at the wrong Apartment? Taking your phone back out, you decided to send a message to Mr. Lee. Your message only repeated the address back to the man. It didnât even take ten seconds for the name to respond saying it was correct.Â
Now you were beyond confused. Who the hell was that man? Bringing your ear to the door, muffled sounds passed through but you could hear laughter coming from a couple of people. It could be seen as rude but now you needed to know what was going on. With the keypad on the left side of the door, your fingers put in the code that was given to you.Â
12418 imputed. You then pushed the door and were met with a house hallway. Stepping in, you gently closed the door behind you and lurked forward. A couple of nice-looking jackets were on the right-hand side. On the left side was a small wooden table with some car keys. The Bentley logo was very easy to see from the back of the key fob. Obviously, she had a very nice car. As you finally arrived at the end of the hallway, your eardrums picked up about three different voices who were joking around.Â
âWhat the fuck? This is chicken, not fried rice. Iâm gonna yell at this place!âÂ
Walking out of the hallway, you were met with The three individuals who happened to all be undressed. Nakyung as well as the man from the door yelled but you also noticed another young woman who just ran to cover her exposed body.Â
âYEJUN! WHAT THE FUCK?â
âYour parents said I could come and visit you. They gave me the code to your door.â
âWait. You know this creep? Isnât he the delivery boy?â
âAre you really that stupid Sangjun? Thatâs Choi Yejun. The future CEO of the company once the merger happens.â
âThat doesnât explain why heâs here?âÂ
âWell, I came to visit my FiancĂ©. I didnât expect to find her naked with another man and woman.â
The manâs expression changed from anger to shock when he heard those words.Â
âFIANCĂ? YOU TOLD ME THE MERGER WAS JUST THE MERGING OF THE COMPANIES! YOU ARE MARRYING THE NEW CEO?â
The young man quickly threw on his pants and then bowed before you.Â
âSir I am so sorry. She never told me she was going to be married. I canât lose this job!â
âLeave, and never disrespect a delivery driver like that again.âÂ
âThank you, sir!â
As he ran away, you took a glance at Nagyung and the other woman who were now clothed.Â
âSaerom unnie. Can you please give me and Yejun some privacy?â
The young woman gave your fiancĂ© a nod and then walked deeper into the apartment.Â
As your eyes met with Nagyungâs, you could tell she was beyond annoyed.
âMy parents really gave you the code to enter my home?â
âYour father said it was ok since we are going to get married soon. Iâm sorry Iâm still just confused. Who were those two?â
âI donât think you deserve to know that info considering you broke into my home.âÂ
âLook I know I did barge in but your father said I could. Who were they?â
Nagyung rolled her eyes and began to walk away from you. Following behind her, the two of you eventually reached a nice kitchen. The expensive appliances as well as granite countertops let you see the girl lived in such luxury. From a topside cabinet, the young woman pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Pouring the brown substance into the glass, Nagyung took a seat in the nice leather chair and looked at you.Â
âSaerom Unnie is one of my assistants. I have a couple of other girls who work for me. Sangjun is just someone in the marketing department of my father's company.â
âThat still doesnât explain why he was naked. Or why your assistant was naked as well.âÂ
âYou canât be thatâs stupid. What do men and women do when they are naked together?â
Sure you werenât dense but somehow your brain was trying to convince you that they were participating in some other activity.Â
âBut why? Weâre eng-â
âEngaged? That wasnât my idea. The only reason this is happening is because my father said I had no other option. The company merger was going to happen. This way my family still kept their wealth and power and a say in the company. Did you want this to happen? I canât say I would blame you for wanting to marry such a beautiful girl like me.âÂ
âNo. I didnât want this. My parents threaten to take away my birthright. I would not be the CEO of C Industries unless I married you as a favor to your parents. Now I didnât want this b-â
âIâm going to stop you there. We both didnât want this so why are you getting mad? Iâm going to be very blunt right now. I love sex. I honestly can never have enough of it so I sleep with any man or woman who even gives me a fuck me look. We are going to get married but Iâm still gonna be looking for sex. Look Yejun, you look like a sweet guy but you probably can satisfy me at all in bed. I will act like a good wife in public but I am going to live my life how I want. So if you are now well informed then get the fuck out of my house.â
The way Nagyung spoke to you made you angry yet you also felt sad. Your body reacted on its own as you began to walk towards the exit. Everything was a blur as you were finally back in your car. The anger and sadness remained. Angry that your future wife thought you less of a man. Perhaps you were wondering why you were sad. Well, you always thought you would marry a woman that loved you back. Now that dream. No, fantasy is now gone.Â
As you pulled out of the driveway, you began to drive home in an almost robotic state. Fifteen minutes passed as you arrived at your apartment building. Pulling Into the garage, you made your way over to your designated spot and parked in it. Stepping out from your black vehicle, your legs brought you to the entrance where you scanned your keycard. With it unlocked, you made your way over to the small dinky elevator that was already there. Hopping in, the doors slowly closed with a bit of squeal behind them.Â
With the elevator going up, you didnât have to wait more than twenty seconds to reach the 3rd floor. Walking out of the elevator, you walked to the right side and made it to the first door there. Taking out your key, the piece of metal then entered the key slot and turned to the left. Pushing your door open, you then made your way in and closed the door behind you.Â
Taking your shoes off, you left them near the door and walked to your couch. Unlike Nagyung, your home honestly was not the best. You didnât see much of a need for an expensive home. It was all about what you made with the space you had. Wasnât much but you loved this place. As you slowly removed some of your clothes on the couch, your phone began to ring in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw it was Mr.Lee.
âHello, Mr.Lee. How are you?â
âIâm doing well, Yejun. Did you go see my daughter?â
âŠâŠ..
Silence. What could you even say to him?Â
Oh yeah, I went to see her and she told me sheâs gonna be getting railed 24/7 by men and women who arenât married to her. How sheâs told me sheâs going to constantly cheat on me? Should you say something?
âYejun? Are you still there?â
âA-Ah yes. We had a little bit of a chat. She was busy with the preparations so it was just a short talk. Iâm sure we will talk more.â
âOh Iâm sorry she was busy but Iâm glad you got to talk a little bit with her. Why donât I schedule a dinner for you and her so you get to know each other better.â
âOh you donât have to-â
âOh donât worry. Iâll set it up for tomorrow night. 7 pm and I will send you the location.â
You didnât even have time to respond as the phone call ended. How would dinner even go? Guess that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you should just rest.Â
7 pm came faster than you anticipated. Your future father-in-law reserved a dinner at Lotte Tower. Honestly, it was all uneventful as you arrived at your table. The view out into Seoul was just amazing. You had personally never eaten at this place but you were plenty excited now. A young waitress at the time walked over and placed a glass of red wine in front of you. With a nod, you grabbed the glass and took a sip. Looking at your watch you saw it was 7 pm exactly, so your date of sorts would be arriving soon.Â
One minute passed, then two, and then three. Soon it was ten minutes. By this time you could already imagine what happened. You were stood up. At least you thought you were until a young woman walked up to you.Â
âM-May I take a seat? Iâm here on behalf of your fiancĂ©.â
With a nod, the young woman took a seat across from you and grabbed the cup of water. Bringing it up to her red lips, the girl began to drink the glass of water until the glass was empty. Placing it down, her eyes met with yours and she quickly looked down.
âHello, sir. My name is P-Park Jiwon and I will be your new personal assistant.â
âWhen did I hire you?â
âA-Actually, your FiancĂ© assigned me to the position. I was working at The Lee company already as her assistant but reassigned me. She already spoke to your parents and hers and they approved.
You werenât even married yet and this woman was already making decisions for you.Â
âAnd let me guess. Sheâs currently not here because she went to meet up with one of her appointments.â
âY-Yes sir.â
âOf course she is. Well then I guess-â
At that time, the young waitress brought over two plates of food and placed them in front of the two of you.Â
âWell, this food shouldn't go to waste. Eat with me. Letâs get to know each other if we are going to be working together.â
Jiwon looked a little hesitant but as you raised your wine glass to her with a smile, she nodded her head and raised her own.Â
Two hours passed and your table was full of laughter. This nervous girl was wacky and funny. You could tell that working with her was going to be a fun time. Since your dinner was over, the two of you walked out to your car and you helped her get in. You would end up dropping off at her home and then going back to your own.
A week passed and you found yourself moving things into your new office. As you placed your knick-knacks on the shelves on the right wall, a knock was heard at your door. From behind the door; Jiwon came and smiled at you.Â
âOk, I think thatâs everything, Mr. Choi. That last of your things were in the box.âÂ
âWhen we are alone you donât need to call me Mr. Choi. Yejun is fine. And thank you for the help.âÂ
âOf course Mr.- I mean Yejun. So whatâs next?â
As Jiwon walked over, her eyes didnât notice one of the empty boxes near you. Before you could warn her, the young woman tripped and started falling forward. Extending your arms, you managed to catch Jiwon before she smashed her face into the floor.Â
âYou ok Jiwon?âÂ
âY-Yeah. Thank you.âÂ
âWell, donât you two look nice and cozy.â
You took a look in the direction of the voice and were met with a glare from your fiancĂ©. Jiwon quickly stood up and got away from you. Bowing towards her, Nagyung got closer and got face to face with Jiwon.Â
âWhy donât you go get me a coffee, Jiwon?â
âYes, Ms.Lee.âÂ
Running out of your office, Nagyung came over and glared at you now.Â
âWas it you?âÂ
âWhat was me?âÂ
âDid you tell the media weâre getting married?â
âNo. I did not.âÂ
âDONâT YOU DARE LIE TO ME.â
âWatch your fucking tone with me. Why the hell would I tell the media?â
âBecause it played out exactly how you would want it. Everyone now knows Iâm engaged and going to be married. No man wants to risk pissing you off so they all cut their ties to me. None of them will fuck me. Sure I still got some girls to mess around with but I need a man to please me.âÂ
âNagyung. I did not tell the media. It probably just made its way out. Maybe this will be a way for you to stop this little habit you have.âÂ
âOh shut up. Youâre probably looking forwards to fucking your assistant. What the hell did I walk into?âÂ
âShe fell. I caught her. Donât try to assume you know me.âÂ
âWhatever. Since the news is out, the media will be outside our wedding. When we pass the cameraâs we will be the perfect couple. Do what you need to do so that narrative will play out.âÂ
You hadn't noticed Nagyung had a tight hold on your arm until she let go. Walking towards the door, Jiwon almost bumped into Nagyung as she was returning. Nagyung took the cold cup from Jiwon's hand and left your office. That nervous girl you had met at dinner returned around her. Itâs something you hated to see.
âIâm sorry about that Jiwon.â
âItâs ok. Sheâs been like that for the two months I worked for her.âÂ
âWell, I will make sure it stops. Donât you worry about that.âÂ
Jiwonâs frown turned into a smile when you told her that. In a short time, you already cared for this girl. You would make sure to protect her the best you could.Â
The chirping from birds let you know it was the next day. A little look from your crusty eyes saw that it was seven am. You had to be at the shop to get your hair done by eight. Begrudgingly, your legs threw your covers off of you and made their way to your slippers. Standing up, you managed to tumble your way to the shower and hop in once the dirty pajamas were off.Â
You knew your time was short so you made your shower quick. That cold water surely helped you to wake up. Since you were in a bit of a hurry, you took your time in the shower to also brush your teeth. Some people might be disgusted but you do what you need to when you're short on time.
Getting out of the shower, you managed to empty your bladder and run back out to your room. From your dresser came a casual pair of underwear, sweatpants and a shirt. Throwing them on, you then made your way to your kitchen and grabbed a few cookies from a container. Shoving them in your mouth, you then got to your shoe stand grabbed the comfiest pair of sneakers, and threw them on. Looking up at your clock on the wall, you saw it was 7:20 already.Â
Grabbing the keys to your vehicle, you rushed your way towards it.
The drive was uneventful as you arrived at the shop with 15 minutes to spare. With your parked near the building. You then made your way to the entrance and met with the Receptionist. The young woman smiled at you as she saw you.Â
âWell if it isnât the man of the hour. Welcome, Mr.Choi. Please follow me, Iâm sure you're ready to start getting spiffy for your future bride.âÂ
With a nod, you began to follow the young woman down a pair of nice granite steps. This shop was amazing. As you finally got down the stairs, you saw plenty of workers running around getting different things ready.Â
As you passed a small section of the shop, your ears could hear why people were running all over. The voice of your fiancĂ© was telling people instructions on how she wanted to look. The receptionist pushed you forward into an area with other males that were waiting for you.Â
âThey will be responsible for getting your hair and other stuff ready. Your fiancĂ© already brought your suit in which you will be married. They will make sure it fits you perfectly despite having your measurements beforehand. Have fun.âÂ
With a nod, you walked over to the men and gave them a bow.Â
âPlease make me look good today.â
The men all smiled and Instructed you to sit down.Â
Hours went by. It wasnât just your hair that was getting done. By orders of Nagyung, light makeup was being applied to you. Somehow light makeup took nearly 4 hours. Wouldnât that be heavy makeup? Either way, it was noon by the time your hair and makeup were done. The staff had ordered some small sandwiches for you all to snack on before you went to put on your suit. With your simple ham sandwich gone, you went and looked at your suit.
The black tux seemed to be custom-tailored to your size. You probably had your parents to thank for that. You could have sworn a suit of yours was missing from your wardrobe. Pulling a cover, you proceeded to remove the tuxedo from its hanger and laid it on a table. Removing your clothes, you proceeded to throw on the white dress shirt and buttoned it up. Grabbing the pants from the table, your right leg went into the right slot and the left leg into the left slot. You had plenty of practice with suits and such. Putting them on wasnât hard at all.Â
After two more minutes, your belt was in the buckles and you had your pants and dress shirt on. The white bow tie that remained on the table stood out to you. Most women made their partner wear the same color their 2nd dress would be. This being the color could either mean she wanted you to look bad, or her dress after the wedding would be white as well. Either way, you proceeded to pick up the bow tie and put it on. The final piece of your outfit was the nice black jacket. As you put it on, your eyes looked into the mirror in front of you. Your outfit was complete. Honestly, it was a perfect fit.Â
Pulling back on the cover, you proceeded to walk out towards the stylists and they began to pass a lint roller all over your tux.Â
âPerfect sir. Your bride is going to be very happy.â
âYeah, sure she would.â
âYour wedding is being held at 3 pm in the Seoul Cathedral. Thatâs about a 30-minute drive from here. Itâs 1:30 pm so itâs time to head out. Good luck today and donât forget to say I do.âÂ
Giving the men a bow, you began to head back out the way the receptionist had brought you. It was nothing eventful until you found a giant limousine waiting for you. The older man waiting by the back door gave you a bow and pulled it open. Giving the older man a bow, you quickly entered the limo and the door closed behind you. After a few seconds, the man went to the driver's side and hopped in. Before you knew it, you were on your way to the cathedral.
Honestly, it surprised you how many times you were using the same word to describe your wedding day. Uneventful. The 30-minute drive was uneventful until you finally arrived at your destination. The flashing cameras began to surround the vehicle as well as yells from the media. Security was already outside and began to push the men and women away as your vehicle inched forward to its final spot. Once there, the large men who helped push the media away helped you step out of the limo.Â
Despite being pushed back once, the various news sites came piling back over once again. The yells of your security were all you could hear as they were throwing the men and women back. Step by step you began to go up the steps of the cathedral. You arenât even sure how much time it took until you were finally at the entrance. Once past the wooden doors, you could finally hear yourself think.Â
As you began to move further into the church, various men and women began to walk toward you and say their hellos. Despite it being early, the church was already filled with various people. A large majority of these people were businessmen and women who wanted to get on your familyâs good side. Doesnât surprise you most of them are there to kiss ass.Â
The repeated motions of your arm going up and down were annoying. Sure everyone knows how simple a handshake is but once you reached 30 people, it was just bothersome. With the random businessmen out of the way, next was saying hello to the executives of The Lee Company. As you stood in front of the 6 men and women, your head went down and gave them all a deep bow.
âI welcome you all to my wedding. Thank you for taking the time to come to this event. Iâm sure all of your schedules were packed.â
The oldest of the bunch came over and shook your hand.Â
âOf course, we need to attend to meet our company president. Some were hesitant but this merger will help make us all a lot of money. I speak on behalf of all of my colleagues here. I am Ru Sangki.âÂ
âMr.Ru. I thank you all for coming. Will you be joining us for the festivities after?âÂ
âWho could ever say no to free alcohol?â
With a small laugh, you proceeded to make your way to the end of the church where your parents were waiting. As your mother's eyes met with your own, you could see she was beginning to tear up.
âSweetie. Y-You look amazing.â
âThank you, Mother. Please donât cry. You know I hate that.âÂ
âI just never thought I would s-see the day.â
âWell, itâs here whether we like it or not.âÂ
Placing a hand on your shoulder, your father looked at you.Â
âL-Listen Yejun. Your mother and I know this wasnât your favorite thing but we appreciate you doing this. This will help our families rise to new heights. I guess weâre beginning to sound like broken records but this has already had an impact. Our stock prices have risen 7% since the first word of your wedding. New investors are lining up. The two of you will make this into a worldwide empire. Iâm sure of it. Youâre both young. Iâm sure you will learn to love each other.â
You wanted to roll your eyes but as a matter of respect, you just nodded your head to your father.Â
âOK then. Your wedding will start in a few minutes. Why donât you go stand up there and we will get started once your bride arrives.â
âYes, father.âÂ
Walking up on the stage, you began to just wait and give everyone a nod as they got to their seats. Minute after minute passed as your foot began to tap on the wooden floor. You were in your own world until the sound of an organ playing spooked you. The stereotypical tune from weddings began to play for everyoneâs ears. Everyone was sitting for a minute until the sound of the doors could be heard.Â
The crowd now standing, looked back and began to take pictures. Your eyes first noticed the older man with her arm intertwined. Next to him was the young woman who had a white dress. Nagyungâs wedding dress wasnât like other womenâs. Most women had massive gowns that could fall to the floor. The fluff from those dresses was always a lot yet Nagyung didnât dress like that.Â
Your fiancĂ©âs dress was short. Her legs were on full display for the crowd to see. The two straps on her shoulders showed her soft skin. The white down her body showed her beautiful curves that could make any man drool. Around her neck, the collar of her dress seemed to have jewels all around to just show a look of elegance.Â
Step by step, the young woman got closer as her father held her arm. Small cries could be heard on the left-hand side. As you looked, your eyes noticed Nagyungâs mother crying at the sight of her daughter. You could tell she was just happy her child was getting married. After a few more seconds, Mr.Lee and Nagyung were finally at the front.Â
Walking down the five steps, your arm then extended to take Nagyung. Mr.Lee in that moment caught you by surprise as he hugged you.Â
âLook after her please.â
You were a bit shocked by this action but after you composed yourself, Mr.Lee revived a nod yes from you. Taking Nagyungâs arm, the two of you went up the 5 wooden steps and met with a priest who seemed to appear out of thin air.Â
âLadies and gentlemen. I would like to welcome you all here today. Itâs not often family, friends and loved ones get the chance to gather all together but you all took the time to come here for a very special moment. The moment when a man and woman become one. This is a sacred event that has stood the test of time. One that plenty would feel blessed to have, and I am sure these two feel just that way. Choi Yejun and Lee Nagyung have brought you here today for this. Their marriage. Now as I stand before these two, I can see the nerves on their faces. What couple wouldnât be nervous on their special day but this just shows the love the two have for each other.â
You could almost laugh hearing those words but you needed to keep the act up. Nagyung smiled at the priest and nodded her head.Â
âNow Yejun, the duty of a husband can be tough. Sometimes you will be a friend, other times a confidant but you will always be the head of the family. You will be responsible for the needs your wife will have. Be that someone to talk to or someone to just enjoy time together. The key to all this will be communication. Communication will be the thing to help your marriage last as long as people like your parents. I hope you can fulfill the needs of your family. Now Nagyung. That same goes for you. The role of a husband can be hard at times but you will be his friend and confidant. The two of you will also have the struggles of running a business but if you communicate, then you can stand everything thrown at you two. Now I know plenty of weddings like to go on for an hour and bore you all with different sorts of speeches but Iâm not going to do that to you all. Iâll make it shorter than average. We will now move on to the vows. We will start with Yejun. Repeat after me.â
At least this wasnât going to be long.
âI, Choi Yejun.â
âI, Choi Yejun.â
âTake you, Lee Nagyung.â
âTake you, Lee Nagyung.â
âTo be my wife.â
âTo be my wife.â
âTo have and to hold from this day forward.â
âTo have and to hold from this day forward.â
âFor better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.â
âFor better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.â
âIn sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.â
âIn sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.â
âNow Nagyung. Repeat after me. I, Lee Nagyung.â
âI, Lee Nagyung.â
âTake you, Choi Yejun.â
âTo be my Husband.â
âTo be my Husband.â
âTo have and to hold from this day forward.â
âTo have and to hold from this day forward.â
âFor better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.â
âFor better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.â
âIn sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.â
âIn sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.â
âThank you, both of you. Now I must ask. Should anyone have any reason these 2 should not be wed today, please speak or forever hold your piece.â
Silence in the church.
âWell then. As I said I wouldnât make this long. By the power vested in me by South Korea and god, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.â
As you looked at your bride. Your eyes met with hers and saw she was smiling at you. You could tell it was fake but you had to play the part. Putting your hand on your wifeâs waist, you then pull her closer and put your left hand on the back of her head. Tilting your head to the left, you then pulled Nagyungâs face toward you and connected your lips. The kiss was simple, just your lips touching but your heart was racing. It had been years since you kissed a girl. You were ready to push your tongue forward until Nagyung pulled her face back.Â
Cheers filled the church as the two of you faced the crowd. Smiles were on everyoneâs faces. Your parents as well as your in-laws seemed happy. With the feeling of happiness in the air, you couldnât help but give a genuine smile. At that time, Nagyung pulled your head closer to hers.Â
âCarry me to the limo. Make it seem romantic, idiot.â
Now your fake smile is back. Picking the young woman up, you began to walk down the wooden steps and go down the aisle. The cheers continued as you went down and gave everyone a quick nod. Nagyung pulled herself up a little and began to kiss your cheek. Each step you took brought you closer and closer to the doors. Security was ready as you finally reached the end. Your parents and in-laws managed to keep up with you and were ready to go out.Â
âTake a few pictures for the media and walk to the limo. We will join you there.â
âReady, Nagyung?â
âLetâs do this.â
With security pushing the door open, your eyes were immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Yells from your security as well as the media hit your ears once more. You thought they were crazy before but now that your wife was in your arms, they almost lost it. You were now the power couple of South Korea. Each push on the men that were in front of you wasnât fruitful. It took a couple of tries for you to make any progress towards the limo.Â
More of your guards came and began to pull the cameramen away from you all. Taking a chance, you posed with Nagyung and she smiled for the cameras. After an intense struggle that lasted five minutes, you were finally at the limo door. For one final picture, you looked at Nagyung and attached your lips to hers. The kiss was the same as before, just on the lips. It made your heart skip a beat until your wife pulled away again.Â
Putting your wife down, the young woman stepped into the limo and you followed behind. Your parents as well as in-laws also hopped in the limo and then closed the door. Unlike before, security already had them away from the vehicle and you were able to take off. Hugs were passed around as everyone hugged their parents. Your parents then hugged Nagyung and your in-laws hugged you.
âYour dress was stunning. So different from other brides.âÂ
âThank you, Mrs.Choi. I-â
âCall me Mom please.âÂ
âThank you M-Mom. I had the dress custom-made by some famous stylists at Versace. It was worth every penny.âÂ
The rest of your ride was filled with Nagyung talking about her dress as well as the different jewelry she had on her person. For not wanting to get married she truly went all out for her dress. Fifteen minutes passed as you reached the venue for the reception. A hotel. Your wife had reserved several rooms and suites in this massive hotel. As the limo parked at the entrance, security stood guard and helped you get out. Helping Nagyung get out, you extended your arm once more and began to walk in with your family.Â
âNow me and your in-laws will finish setting up the reception. You two go over to the conference room and we will come get you when itâs time.âÂ
âOk, mom.âÂ
Walking to an adjoining room, you and Nagyung found a couple of reclining seats and sat in them. The only noises that could be heard were the music as well as the staff workers who were setting up. You Werenât sure how much time had passed until you heard a small grunt from Nagyung. Looking in her direction, the young woman was standing up and walking towards the door.Â
âYou ok?â
âIâm gonna go do something. Iâll be back.âÂ
You didnât get the chance to respond as your wife pulled the door open and left. You were getting ready to follow behind her until the door opened again. A smile filled your face as you saw it was Jiwon.Â
âCongratulations Yejun!â
âThank you Jiwon. I didnât know you were in attendance.â
âWell of course I needed to come. I want to support you and be here in case you need something. So where is your bride going?â
âShe said she would be back. Thatâs it.â
Jiwonâs smile turned into a look of sadness when she heard that.Â
âI think I know where she went. Follow me.â
Should you?
Jiwon didnât wait as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the rooms. The first floor seemed to have a few hotel rooms. As you went down this hallway, Jiwon reached one of the many doors there and pulled out a keycard. Scanning it, the green light appeared and she pushed the door open. Walking in, you were met by a sight that angered you. Nagyung had her arms wrapped around another woman and was kissing her neck. Somehow they didnât even notice you.Â
âNagyung. Youâre married now. W-We shouldnât.â
âItâs ok. Iâm sure he won't mind it being another girl, Seoyeon.â
You werenât sure why you were surprised. She said she was going to keep cheating but with the men avoiding her, you thought the women would too. Your eyes seeing this were suddenly met with the worried young woman. You could see the fear in her eyes as what she worried about happened.Â
âM-Mr. Choi.â
Nagyung at that time turned around and saw you. Most people would act shocked when caught cheating. Nagyung just rolled her eyes.Â
âDid you bring my husband here?â
Jiwon was silent for a second until she nodded yes.Â
âNext time keep to yourself. Or you will be out a Jo-â
âYou will not be out of a job Jiwon. I give you my word on that. Nagyung. I truly thought that maybe you would not do it but Iâm here and you couldnât give a shit. Wow.âÂ
As you began to walk out of the room, you could hear Nagyung scoff and yell at you. You paid her no mind as you and Jiwon returned to your waiting room. Once there, you took a seat again and just closed your eyes. While anger was coming off in waves, you felt a hand touch your arm. It was Jiwon and you could tell she was sorry for you. In a short time, this girl was already proving to be a better friend than any you had before.Â
âSorry. I know this wasnât your choice but maybe if you have a normal conversation with her then she will listen and stop.âÂ
You were just silent. It could seem stupid but it only really hurt because Nagyung was keeping stuff from you, lying. At that time your fiancĂ© returned and took a seat. The two of you were just glaring at each other now. Tension was all that could be felt in the air. Nagyung could have probably jumped on you until a knock on the door caught everyone's attention. It was the party planner.Â
âEverything is all set. Letâs go show everyone the lovely couple.â
Your feelings would have to wait, you now had to be the perfect couple. Standing up, you and your wife met at the door and intertwined your arms. Both of you put a fake smile on your faces and walked toward the reception hall door. The doors were quickly pulled open and music began to play. You and Nagyung began to playfully dance to the tune while going into the reception hall. Cheers echoed in the venue as the two of you made your way to the center of the hall.Â
You were ready to continue walking toward your seats until a slow song began to play. Normally the first dance would be later on but it looked like it was at that moment. Placing your hand on Nagyungâs thin waist, the two of you began to stumble a bit and go in the opposite direction. To everyone, it was just nerves when in reality you had never practiced this with your wife.Â
âGet your shit together and dance. I better not be embarrassed by this.â
Looking to the right a bit, Nagyung began to follow you and you both swayed left and then right in tune. Your dance wasnât amazing but it served its purpose. A couple of minutes passed as the song stopped and everyone clapped. Directed to your table, the two of you took your seats and looked out into the crowd. It would be a long rest of the day.Â
Hours went by. To say it was horrible was an understatement. Every few minutes Nagyung would pull you closer and complain about something you did. Insult after insult continued to go in your ears. How were you going to have a calm conversation with your wife? You were angry. She was angry and annoyed. Would your emotions cause problems in this chat? A sudden pinch on your arm brought you back to your senses. The two of you had been bowing toward everyone who came to the weddings and it had ended. As people packed the dance floor and music blared in peopleâs ears, your parents and in-laws walked over and placed a few folders in front of the two of you.Â
âWe know itâs been a long night, and itâs still technically a little early but we couldnât wait any longer. In front of you are the deeds to your new home. Now C Industries has been developing a new mega building near the heart of Seoul. Well, the penthouse is already done. This home would be worth several million but itâs our wedding gift to the two of you.â
Both you and Nagyung were surprised. The two of you thought it would be time to go home shopping soon but your parents gifted you one. Both you and Nagyung bowed your heads and the massive gift you both received.Â
âFinally. In front of you are the transfer of ownership documents for both you and Nagyung. Itâs all set. You both just need to sign and Yejun will be the CEO while Nagyung will be the COO.â
Pulling the cover to the manilla folder, the documents were all there and you began to give them a look over. There were no tricks in the end. This was the moment you had been dreaming about your whole life. Picking up a pen, your hand went down to the bottom of the document and began to sign. Once your lengthy signature was done, you took a glance to the left and saw Nagyung was done signing as well. Your wife was smiling and u like her previous ones, this one looked genuine.
âWe are proud of the two of you. Welcome the new leaders of C Industries!â
Finally after everything today you were happy now also.Â
âWe know itâs a bit early but the presidential suit was reserved for the two of you tonight. Here are the keycards so you can enter. Go ahead and leave whenever you want. We love you both.âÂ
With your parents and in-laws leaving, Nagyung immediately took one of the cards and looked up at the clock. It was 10 pm.Â
âWell, I will be heading to the suite. Iâm done with all these fake smiles Iâve been giving. Have fun dumbass.â
Standing up, Nagyung made her way to the exit and bowed at everyone as she left. You were left alone at your table now. It felt awkward. Should you just go to your room also? Wait, what if Nagyung was meeting with another person again?Â
Your mind began to go in circles as you asked yourself that question repeatedly. Your body reacted on its own as you made your way to the exit. After saying your goodbyes, you quickly made your way towards the elevator and waited for it. After a minute, the metal cage arrived and you walked in. Scanning your keycard, you then pressed the button to the presidential suite and the doors closed. As you went up, your leg began to bounce as you waited to get to your room.Â
A loud ding brought you back to earth and the doors opened. Right in front of you was the entrance to the suit. With the card scanner on the handle, you quickly scanned the rectangle in your hand and saw the green light. Walking in, the door was pushed almost all the way but then stopped by a pair of white heels. Pushing your way past the door, you continued your way further until you reached the living room. On the couch sat your wife. The bottle of champagne on the table in front of her was opened and she was enjoying it.Â
âWhy are you up here?âÂ
âI have just as much right to be in this room Nagyung.âÂ
Grabbing a glass, you then poured some of the contents of the bottle into it. You didnât even hesitate to down the entire glass of champagne. Nagyung scoffed at this action and filled her glass once more.Â
âYouâre acting like you had a tough day. I had to act like the perfect wife.â
âAnd you are acting like you arenât a nightmare to deal with. I tried my best to be kind towards you all day yet all you did was treat me like trash.âÂ
Nagyungâs scoff returned as she then stood up.Â
âI have been treating you well, all things considered.â
Your wife at that time walked towards the bedroom, leaving you shocked at her words. Following behind you raised your voice a bit.Â
âThat was treating me well? How the fuck is that treating me well?â
âYou got to kiss a gorgeous woman like me. I think thatâs pretty good for a loser like you. Plus you ruined one of my chances to destress. I could have slapped you for that.âÂ
âFirst. You need to stop calling me a loser. I donât get where you got that idea and secondly, you went to do shit like that on our wedding day. You donât even care.âÂ
âI donât care. I told you I love sex. A wimp like you canât satisfy me.â
Getting closer to Nagyung, your glare met with hers.
âI have asked you already. Stop calling me a wimp. Iâm getting tired of this.â
âWimp, wimp, wimp.âÂ
Our anger was ready to boil over. You had this rage you wanted to release but you didnât know how. You hadnât noticed how close your face was to Nagyungâs until you could feel her breath on yours. The two of you were angry and needed to get rid of this feeling.Â
Your bodies reacted on their own as you both grabbed each other. Your lips were connected to Nagyungâs before you knew what was happening. This wasnât like the short kisses you had before. You had wanted to push your tongue forward before and now you had the chance.Â
As your tongue moved into her mouth, the two of you began to fight against each other. You would have figured Nagyung would push you away but she continued to kiss you. The young womanâs tongue was shorter than yours, yet she managed to put up a good fight. Your tongues were pushing against each other and then circling, chasing each other. With your pent-up anger, you finally pushed your tongue against hers and took control in her mouth. Oxygen was something the two of you didnât notice until your lungs felt empty.Â
Pulling back, both of your chests heaved as they took in as much air as possible. Still, your face ended up back in her body only now her neck. First, you began with small pecks on her soft skin. A few pecks later you began to nibble on her skin and pull a bit. The combination of your kisses and bites began to leave a red mark on your wifeâs neck. Soft moans hit your ear as Nagyung held you close.Â
You werenât sure when but after a little bit, Nagyung was already pulling off your jacket and ripped off your tie. Your hands stopped being idle after those actions and followed her lead. Your wife didnât have much clothes on, so it was easy to begin to raise her white dress. Pulling back from your bride's neck, she began to help you remove her wedding dress. As the clothes began to leave her body, your eyes were blessed by the sight of her nude breast. Nagyung didnât have a bra on this entire time. Just that thought made your already stiff cock to twitch.Â
Nagyung seemed impatient as the young woman ripped the buttons to your shirt open. With that out of the way, your hands went down to your belt and unhooked it. Pulling the leather belt off your pants, Nagyung quickly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. Raising both your legs, your pants were finally gone and you were matching Nagyung. Only your undergarments remained.Â
âNot bad for a wimp.â
âShut up you bitch. Why am I even doing this?â
âPlease, I'm asking myself that. You probably have a little shrimp dick.â
Nagyungâs hand reached out and took hold of your clothes shaft. Your wife had a smirk on her face until she began to feel around.Â
âTake a look then.âÂ
Your wife rolled her eyes at the cockiness in your tone and dropped to her knees. As she went down, her hands wrapped around the band of your underwear and pulled it down. As your cock was freed from its confines, it accidentally hit Nagyung in the face as she got closer. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at your dick. Raising her hand slowly, your wifeâs dainty fingers wrapped around your cock.Â
âWell well well. I guess my husband is blessed with a nice cock after all.â
Slowly, Nagyungâs hand began to move up and down your length. With each small stroke, a bit of precum left your tips and began to move down your shaft. The clear slick began to slick up your wifeâs hand a bit. Her hand was soft and moving slowly, yet it felt great. Nagyung. Could tell these small actions felt amazing as she then sped up a little bit.
âAwe. Your cock is heating up a bit. This is probably the most a girl has ever done to your length.â
âIâm not a virgin Nagyung. I just donât Sleep around with anything that breathes.â
âWell you should be happy your wife loves sex. Because that means Iâm an expert at this.â
Goosebumps filled your body as you felt something warm wrap around your cock. Looking down, your eyes met with Nagyungâs as her mouth trapped your tip. A few small sucks began to attack your cock head. A slight groan left your mouth as Nagyung continued this action. Sure it felt great but it would quickly bore you.Â
Nagyung seemed to have read your mind as she smirked a bit. Lower and lower went your wifeâs mouth on your length. You werenât sure how but Nagyung managed to move your entire length down her throat. After five seconds, Nagyung pulled her mouth back and off your length. Your wife then began to move her tongue on your length and moved it from the base to your tip. Left then right went her tongue around your cock. Moving down to your balls, Nagyung began to move her tongue around them and played with them. Your wifeâs hand while she sucked on your balls stroked it up and down.Â
After a minute, Nagyung returned her mouth to your length and began to suck on your cock head. Down went her head on your length inch by inch until you filled her throat. The same action repeated two more times until Nagyung hit you with something new. When you filled her throat once more, you felt a vibration around your length as well as a constriction. Nagyung was somehow massaging your cock with her throat. It was unlike anything you had felt before. If you truly were a virgin, you would have blasted your load down Nagyung's throat at that moment.Â
Pulling back, Nagyung giggled a bit and just looked at you.Â
âHow does that feel dear? I told you Iâm talented. Or maybe you are just a virgin.
âT-That wasâŠ.. ok.âÂ
âWell. If itâs just ok then fuck my face. Dump a load down my throat.â
With the same insult being repeated, you decided to take her up on this invitation. Both of your hands took hold of Nagyungâs head and your waist began to move back and forth. At first, it was slow but when your eyes met with Hers, you saw she rolled them at you. With a sudden thrust, Nagyungâs throat was filled and her eyes shot out a bit. Back and forth your cock entered and left her mouth. Your wifeâs throat was getting filled every second with your action. Despite this, she would take deep breaths when she could and took it. She truly wasnât a rookie at this. Once again, Nagyung began to constrict your length with her throat. The feeling every time felt like the first time. The girl certainly wanted you to cum.Â
âF-Fuck. Guess you can do more than just complain with that mouth.â
You felt almost embarrassed but you knew you were close. Using as much strength as you could, you pounded into your wifeâs throat. You didnât have time to warn Nagyung as you thrust into her throat a final time, blowing your load. Shot after shot of your cum went down the young womanâs canal. A small pur left Nagyungâs mouth as your semen filled her stomach. It was one of the best orgasms you had in a while. Letting go of your wife, Nagyung pulled back and began to suck on your tip. Your whole body jolted as you were still sensitive.
âFuck. I havenât swallowed a load that big in a while. You must have needed to let one out for a while now.â
Your head just nodded a bit as Nagyung stood up and laid her back on the bed.Â
âHurry up and eat my pussy. I better cum from that worthless tongue of yours.
After finally catching your breath, your legs dropped down and you brought yourself up to Nagyungâs legs.
âSit back and enjoy, bitch.â
Wrapping your arms around Nagyungâs thick thighs, you then pulled your wife closer. Deciding to tease Nagyung, your lips went to her legs, and began to kiss them. Each peck down her leg brought you closer and closer to her panties. Nagyung being impatient wrapped her hand on her panties and pulled them down. With her privates uncovered, your kisses got closer and closer until you hovered about her pussy. Her slick had covered her legs already and you had a taste, but now you wanted more
âFucking eat my pussy.âÂ
You would have liked to leave her there frustrated, but you decided to be nice and gave her pussy a kiss. A little moan left her mouth and you gave her lips another kiss. You repeated this action as your hands moved up to her folds. Spreading them open, your tongue took the chance to push in and began to lick around. More moans left Nagyungâs mouth as your tongue began to swirl in her cavern.Â
With her folds parted, your eyes managed to see your wifeâs clit. With your left hand, you began to run her nub in little circles. Letting go of Nagyungâs folds, you then used your right hand and pushed your index finger into her. The small moans were replaced with swears as your fingers moved in and out of her pussy. All 3 actions made your wife begin to jump around. She wasnât ready for you to please her. Nagyung was truly caught off guard.Â
Adding two more fingers at once, Nagyungâs legs began to shake at the combined efforts of your hands and tongue. In and out your fingers pistoned Nagyungâs tunnel faster and faster. Your tongue with its continuous flicks on her clit began to speed up despite your mouth getting tired. Nagyung was close and you could tell.
Pulling back, you looked up at Nagyung and heard a groan from her.Â
âWhy the fuck did you stop?â
âMaybe we should just leave you here as payback or-â
Nagyung wasnât happy and pulled your head back into her snatch. Should you keep going? Nagyung didnât wait as her fingers began to rub her clit. Your three fingers pushed back into her snatch and your tongue licked her folds. It didnât take long for Nagyung to get close to her orgasm again. Moving your fingers as fast as possible.Â
âF-Fuck. Just a l-little more.â
Keeping the same pace, Nagyung soon began to jolt around and yell. A rush of fluids hit your face and you then opened your mouth. Each squirt of your wifeâs fluids filled your mouth quickly. Drinking it, your body shivered as you had the best-tasting drink of your life. Pulling back, Nagyung was panting for air and had a bright smile on her face.
All of this made you hard again. You thought you were turned on before, but now. You wanted to fuck the life out of your wife. You didnât hesitate to stand back up and line your length with her folds. Nagyung saw this and smirked.Â
âLook at you. Taking charge. I wonder if that cock can make me cum.â
âI already made you cum.â
âThat was with my help. I doubt you can do it on your own but go ahead and try.â
âLetâs see if that loose pussy can make me cum.âÂ
Your cock head began to push forward and wrapped around your length. You didnât hesitate to go as deep as possible in that instant. Every inch of your length was wrapped by Nagyungâs walls, and it was the greatest feeling ever. Pulling back, you began to move back and forth.Â
âMhmmmm. Such a beautiful cock but Iâve had better.âÂ
Your anger returned as you wrapped your hands on her hips. Harder and harder your cock began to shove itself into your wife.
âLittle better but I think I should go find a better cook than you right now.â
Adding a bit of speed, your hips thrusted more and more into Nagyungâs pussy. Achieving a steady speed, you continued to fuck Nagyung.Â
Clap clap clap
Those were the sounds that could be heard in the room. Finding a bit more strength, you began to move harder. Grunts left your mouth as Nagyung moaned.Â
âT-Thatâs fucking it. Keep going, wimpâÂ
Grabbing Nagyungâs hair, you aggressively pulled your wifeâs upper body closer to you.Â
âS-Stop calling me a wimp.âÂ
âY-You want me to stop. Then make sure I cum.â
Lowering your hand, your fingers began to search until you found her clit once more. As your wife did before, your fingers began to move her clit in circles. You could feel your wife begin to constrict her walls on your length from this action. You hadnât noticed Nagyung had her arms wrapped around your neck until now. Letting go of her upper body, your head moved down and went into her breast.Â
With your mouth wide open, you managed to find Nagyungâs right nipple and wrapped it around your lips. At first, you began to give it a few teases but soon you began to suck on it harder. You were never the best multitasker yet you managed to keep fucking Nagyung, playing with her clit and sucking on her breasts. Raising your head, you then moved your mouth to her left breast and began to suck on her nipple.Â
âFuck. I-Iâve needed this.â
âM-Me too.â
You were surprised at that moment as Nagyung pulled your head back. You thought she was going to push you away until she brought her lips to yours. The two of you were in a battle once more. Your tongues fighting for dominance. This kiss was aggressive, yet you could feel almost a sense of care in it. Pulling back from the kiss, Nagyung smiled at you and kissed your cheek.Â
âB-Babe. Keep going, please. Iâm going to cum if you keep this pace.âÂ
Your heart fluttered a bit when she called you that. You were going to help her cum. Keeping your thrusting pace, your fingers sped up and stimulated her clit even more. Nagyung at that time began to yell once more and jump around in your arms. Your wifeâs eyes began to roll back as she continued to jump around. The construction around your length was just as good as her throat, you were ready to cum. With a few more thrusts, your length reached the end of your wifeâs caverns. Your seed began to flood your wifeâs snatch as you fell on top of your wife. Your cock throbbed more than five times as you filled her to the brim with your semen.Â
You werenât sure how much time passed as you felt Nagyung kissing your neck. Getting back up, you looked down and saw your cum leaking out of your wifeâs pussy. Nagyung brought her fingers down at that moment and grabbed some of the semen that was dripping.Â
Raising it to her mouth, your wife playfully spun around and raised her ass towards you.Â
âPut another load in me.â
You didnât need to think twice about that invitation. Despite everything, your cock was still plenty hard. Nagyung at that time reached back and lined your length up with her folds. With a push, your length was enveloped in your wifeâs caverns once more.Â
âFuck. How are you so tight?âÂ
âHow do you have such a nice cock?â
Picking up a little speed, your thrusts began to get harder. Nagyung at that time brought her upper body up and you took hold of her arms. From your wifeâs delicate arms, they began to go up and take hold of her breast. Your lips once more went to her neck and you began to pepper it with kisses.
âGod I love that. Maybe I really wonât need another cock after this.âÂ
âHere y-you go again. This is the only cock you are going to have from now on.â
âM-Maybe but you get a pleasure other men have never had.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that you whore.â
Nagyungâs walls got tighter with that word.Â
âNone of them got to fuck me without a condom. Let alone fill me with cum.âÂ
âThen let me fuck a-another load into your loose pussy.â
Nagyung moaned when you insulted her again. Your speed began to increase when you could imagine another load in your wife. Letting go of her left breast, you immediately raised it and slapped her ass. A grunt left Nagyung as you then slapped her ass again.Â
âY-You can do better dear. Fuck me like others have before.âÂ
Your slaps continued on her ass after she said those words.Â
âS-Shut up you whore.â
âW-Whore? Yet youâre fucking me.â
âB-Because this is my pussy now.âÂ
Your thrusts increased and Nagyung began to grunt like you.Â
âC-Choke me.âÂ
You would have never thought of yourself grabbing your partner's neck during sex but with the way Nagyung spoke to you, there wasnât any hesitation. Both of your hands wrapped around the young womanâs neck and began to squeeze a bit. This seemed to turn Nagyung more. The constriction around your cock got tighter with each squeeze you gave her neck. Nagyung began to lower her hand down to her clit but you saw this and slapped her hand away.Â
âY-You come when I say so.âÂ
Your right hand continued to give a few squeezes to her neck while your left hand went to her clit. Rubbing it in circles once more. Your combined efforts were bringing Nagyung to her orgasm, and you were soon to follow. Should you be ashamed about cuming so soon again? Probably not when you were making her cum quickly also.Â
Every one of your actions went as fast as they could. The rubbing of Nagyungâs clit, the choking of her neck, and the thrusting Into her walls.Â
âP-Please. Just a little more.â
With your constant pace, you saw Nagyungâs body begin to shake as her third orgasm of the night came. A rush of fluids hit the bed as you gave her neck one final squeeze. Just like your hands. Your wifeâs walls squeezed around your cock and tried to milk you of all you had. Letting go of her neck, your cum began to fill Nagyung. Pants for air and mains filled the room, just like you filled your wife.Â
After a minute, Nagyung pulled her body away from yours and pulled the covers to the bed. Hoping under the covers, you followed her and wrapped her in your arms.Â
The room was silent until Nagyung broke the air.Â
âCan I be honest?âÂ
âSure.â
âThat was some of the best sex Iâve had in a while. You were great but I still want to sleep with other partners. I have been doing this for so long and it will just be so hard to change myself.Â
You began to chuckle a bit hearing that.Â
âI have a compromise. Why donât you let me sleep with other women and you can sleep with other women as well?â
You were amazed at what you just heard. You were mad about your fiancé trying to sleep with others but now your mind was debating if you should take this offer.
âItâs called an open relationship. And to stay clean I will only sleep with women I introduce you to and you can sleep with women I introduce you to. You already proved that cock can satisfy me. I wonât lie to you anymore or try to trick you but please let me continue this life, dear.â
Should you do it? should you change your morals just to have more sex?
âIâll let you fuck Saerom unnie first if you would like.â
Your cock twitched at the thought of fucking her. Her beautiful body certainly had never left your mind when you saw it. This deal would be in your favor.Â
âFuck it. Letâs do it. So much for being angry at you for trying to sleep with others."
Nagyung laughed and hopped back on you. The young girl smirked and began to kiss your neck.Â
âI hope we can wake up early. Our flight to Jeju is at 7 am. This week is going to be filled with fucking. Letâs see if you can keep up, wimp."
âOne way to find out.âÂ
Plunging Nagyung back on your rod, the young woman began to bounce as you pulled her down for a kiss.Â
This relationship is going to be Interesting.
A/n 2- Thank you for reading. Not the best but i hope you enjoyed it. Not sure when i will come back with another piece so until then. Thank you for reading, sorry for typos and see you next time
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WHERE PENGUIN! READER WILL LIVE IN:
Pt5 of Penguin! Reader x Hazbin Hotel
Prompt: The aftermath of the court is where you decided where to live
Note: this will be the final part of the series lol. Sorry if the sections are short, I tried to make it long with the bullet points just being some. đ
âThe court has spoken. The rightful place the reader belongs in, isâŠâŠâ sera say opening her mouth to announce the news.
HELL
Lucifer is fucking happy that sera said that would go with them. Charlie has tears dropping out her eyes as she finally is relived to have you by her side and kingdom. Adam was pissed as he thrown papers on the ground. Lute is screaming mentally as her heart breaks.
Back in hell, every one does a celebration party. You get a bandanna with your name, the scarf wrapped around your neck has the name of Y/N MorningstarïżŒyou are officially in the family. Welcome to hell.
Literally you get all the food you love in a week of celebrating before they monitor what you eat đ
Charlie is such an older sister vibe as she shows you the ropes of being royalty as she gives you an allowance. Which you totally didnât spend in cookies and cakes. But matter of most is that she even shows you how to run the hotel while you just quack at things from afar. Overall her protective rate is 5/10.
Lucifer may be happy and relived that you can be in hell with him. But he is still worried about your safety in hell as he watches you closely and even has razzle and dazzle to look after you. Itâs cute and all for you. But for others, they can tell this man babyâs you so much to the point he even gets you to bed like one. Overall his protective level is 100/10
Vaggie loves teaching you how to use her spear in case the exterminators try to kidnap you. She is always the one who watches you on the playground to make sure you are okay. Her protective rate is 9/10
Husk is the damn grumpy drunk uncle who only has a soft spot for you as you arenât annoying and is pure. Literally you arenât a bad kid as you just help clean glasses. PST, he actually bought plastic looking glasses so you wonât cut yourself on accident. Plus he appreciates that you want to help him. Itâs just you are so small and he is bigger than you. Overall his protective level is 7.5/10
Angel is like that older brother who knows how to hide bruises. And of course we know whyâŠbut like past that imagine you bruised your whole ass knee and you didnât want anyone to worry for you so you went to angel. He chuckled and took care of it. You are such a cutie that he kisses your head and sends you off. Overall his protective level is 7/10
Alastor loves teaching you about his radio station. He even takes you as a co-host and a regular guest as he makes you quack out a song. đ some awesome uncle and nephew/niece moments as he also makes you tea if you canât sleep. His protective rate is 8.5/10
And the rest of hell, they love you equally as somewhat you bring hope in hell to have them redeemed as they visit the hotel to see you and meet you. Hell, the other deadly sins met you and were in awe at how cute you were. Beelzebub was immediately starstruck as she feeds you some of the best food in hell.
So in the end, you love being in the royal family of the Morningstars. Itâs peaceful in the hotel with you around as Angel can now get a lot of days offđ
HEAVEN
Adam is immediately flipping off the two demon royals as he lifts you up in his arms. âSUCK IT BITCHES AHAH!â Adam yells pulling you close to his pudgy body as lute is flipping them off from behind the first man as the two demon royals are sent back in hell.
After exiting court, you are met with getting ice cream with the two angels who were fighting with the demon royals verbally. Adam got you [favorite flavor] ice cream as lute just smiles smugly happy to have you here with them.
Adam has gotten use to you not leaving him like how his other ex-wives did. He wonât admit he feels insecure about you leaving him. But with you now being property of heaven and you living with him personally. He feels like he might actually have a loved one with him. Itâs not like romantic since you take form of a gah damn actually penguin. Itâs more of a platonically close friendship. He finds you alluring at how sweet you are to others. Even if Adam isnât. Overall his protective meter is 9.5/10
Lute is still the same ol lute everyone knows. Itâs just that she watches you from afar. Keeps tabs on you and where you go. Its like if sheâs your personal bodyguard. She always love bombs you in a manipulative way. She just wants you to depend on her. I mean hell, sheâs literally crazy at how pure of gold you are in heaven. Her protectiveness level isâŠ200/10đš
Sera is a busy woman, but she keeps tabs on you too. Even sending a angelic guard to make sue you are mentally okay and not unstable of taking you away of your so called âhomeâ down there. But she cares for you endlessly in a mother figure way. her protective meter is 5.5/10
Emily is happy regardless if you went it heaven or hell. This girl literally take you shopping with her as she get you a cute sailor like outfit for your delivery job. She even makes you your own damn basket to give cookies to your regulars with their mail. Overall, this sweet girlâs protective meter 4/10
St. Peter sends you cookies on weekends as itâs the days that you arenât working as the adorable penguin delivery boy. đ St. Peter checks up on you as well as you are just staying home and he comes by just to see if you are liking to live in heaven for years now.
You live with Adam as he and you have some kind of relationship were he wants to look after you. Literally itâs oddly sweet this man has a change of heart kind of. He literally will try to cook only for you to burn out the fire in the kitchen. Heâs ordering gah damn take out.
See, me personally youâre still getting stalked a bit from yandere! Lute as she smile smugly seeing you in heaven everyday and replaying the son of bitches face when you got to stay in heaven with them.
The amount of times angels in heaven have gifted you lots of grift baskets for the custody of heaven. Itâs crazy as itâs whole bunch of fans just celebrating you staying đ itâs sweet but crazy.
Overall you still got your job as a paper delivery person and you get watched 24/7 every day. From afarâŠ.đš but all you know is that you are safe in heaven still missing the people below them.
BOTH
Heaven and hell is shocked, what I mean by that is Lucifer and Adam being shocked. Adam is immediately yelling out profanities at how this is âcomplete bullshitâ. Emily and Charlie did a mutual nod to each other not hating or liking this idea as it seems clear and fair to share you 50/50 like divorce parents.
After court, it was time to hang out with hell only to go heaven for the next day. đ honestly, you could stay in hell for a week and go to heaven for another whole weekâđŸđ
Adam gets so salty seeing Lucifer pick you up and take you through the portal to hell. Lute just scowls walking away. Meanwhile Lucifer is still salty as well to share you, he has to be mature as Charlie was just excited to have you the whole week.
HONESTLY IF ITS VALENTINEâS DAY, YOU GET SO MUCH CHOCOLATE AND TEDDY BEARS FROM HEAVEN AND HELL. OMG IMAGINE YOUR BIRTHDAY đ±đšLEGIT A WHOLE CARTOON ASS BIRTHDAY-
You still sleep in Luciferâs bed when you stay in hell, but there is still a spare room for you. And for heaven you sleep directly in the same room as Adam as he snores holding your chubby and round fluffy body.
Thanks to @gineazu for the idea of this schedule of them sharing reader.
Hell has reader on mondays Wednesday's Friday's and sundays. As heaven has them on tuesdays thursdays and Saturdays like a true ass divorce. But just like I said you could also spend a whole week in hell and another whole week in heaven. And it could repeat.
LMAO JUST IMAGINE THE AWKWARDNESS WITH ADAM HAVING SUNGLASSES WAITING FOR YOU AS LUCIFER IS TEACHING YOU HOW TO CALL HIM IN CASE ADAM TRIES TO âabuseâ you đđ
Youâre literally eating nuggets in the hotelâs lobby until a busted down wall happens as a golden light shines. âKid, pack ya shit. The shit lord didnât bring you to me on time.â Says Adam with sunglasses and chewing bubble gum. Lucifer came from the kitchen having lemonade for you only to drop it seeing Adam. âWhat are YOU doing here!â He exclaims seeing the first man. Adam smirks, âIâm here to collect the bird brain. Duh?â âItâs literally only been 2 days?!â Lucifer retorts.
YeahhâŠat first Adam had a problem being clingy towards you and wanting to stay in the blue skies with him.
Honestly itâs funny how Lucifer is the mom who wants to scam the father to make it seem he is abusive as Adam is just a guy trying to be the fun dad. Itâs literally tug of war for your affection for crying out loud- đ
âHAVE YOU SEEN SMILEY?â Is basically the song to describe your relationship between the two places of heaven and hell. Itâs so painfully tooth aching and wholesome.
Itâs nice spending time with your people in hell and heaven. Like literally itâs cool how you still got your delivery job in hell and heaven at most. Overall you are just happy seeing both of your so proclaimed friends and family. âŒïžđâ€ïžđŠ
A/N: I did this because I couldnât choose lol đ hope you guys like this as everyone gets their own happy ending
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Only a fool would bargain with the leader of Onychinus
Word Count: 5,8k
tags - WARNINGS: mdni, reader isnât the lnds!mc, explicit sexual content, first time sex (not virginity loss) alterations to the main story, dr/y humping, thigh riding, b/egging, f!receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, creampies, squirting, dirty talking, use of pet names (kitten, sweetie, baby), violence, mentions of injuries.Â
Notes:Some of you may have already read my fic, The Price of Desire, in which the readerâs evol is mentioned. If you have, youâll notice that the evol is the same in this story; however, there is no connection between the two. The concept of a reader with this ability was too appealing for me to resist, and since it was briefly mentioned in the previous fic, I decided to explore it further in this one. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! All likes and reblogs are appreciated. :3
Going on missions for Sylus was nothing new to you by now. You had spent years by his side since he first found you, a wild creature desperate for survival. Sometimes, you could still recall how close you had come to killing each other back then. You had been hunted by nearly every illegal underground group, all seeking your evol, and while on the run, you stumbled upon him like a scared and feral animal.
You had instinctively tried to attack him on sight; it was all you knew how to do, having fought for your freedom for as long as you could remember. You were no stranger to the danger he representedâthe bloodthirsty leader of Onychinus. If other groups sought you as a mere experiment for your power, you could only imagine what Onychinus would do if they got their hands on you.
The moment you realized the person you had fallen headfirst into was the white-haired menace himself, you had attempted to fight him with everything you had. Sylus, of course, dodged every single one of your attacks effortlessly, but he was merely toying with you, for he possessed something you were unaware of; he could not be killed.
You had always been feared for your lethal evolâone touch from your bare fingers could send someone halfway to the other world. You were an extraordinary weapon, yet Sylus was not deterred; he was intrigued, even enamored by you.
With his energy manipulation, it was impossible for you to harm him, particularly when he thrived on high levels of adrenaline and excitement.
So, even as you forced yourself to keep trying to touch him, desperate to end the chaos, he reveled in your fierce determination. He loved witnessing the fire in your eyes as you believed you could take him down. When he finally grew tired of your little game and decided to put an end to it, he was blindsided by a fact he had overlooked.
While he had learned nearly everything there was to know about your evol and your abilities, he did not realize one important thing; you were immune to his mist.
No matter how fiercely the red and black tendrils curled around you, the moment your flesh made contact with them, they vanished into thin air.
Sylus had nearly salivated when he realized the challenge you presented. It had been far too long since he had encountered someone so intriguing, and he was determined that you wouldnât walk out of that valley without becoming his.
Thatâs how you found yourself in his group now. Unlike everyone else, Sylus had made a promise that night: if you went home with him willingly, he would never force you to use your abilities for his research or personal gain. He needed you to choose to be there if you were going to help him.
His condition was simple: think of aiding him, and in return, you would gain his protection, a life free from fear and the constant need to run for your freedom.
You had taken a significant risk when you decided to go with him, but the white-haired man kept his word. It took you months to contemplate helping him instead of merely enjoying the luxury of his lifestyle, but he was patient. In time, you became not only his most valuable asset but also his right hand. Whenever he was out of town for deals or missions, you handled matters back home on his behalf.
Deep down, back then you knew he wasnât just a kind-hearted man simply looking to help a struggling girl off the street. What he truly sought to protect was your evol because he believed you would eventually come around to assist him when he needed it most. So when you finally did, it was no surprise to him. He had merely given you a subtle nod and handed you the first files.
Now, two years later, you stood beside him at one of the many auctions taking place in the N109 Zone. He was after a particularly important and valuable protocoreâone he had pursued for yearsâand today presented his chance to possess it.
Being next to him not only amplified his chances of leaving unscathed without extensive negotiationâafter all, who was crazy enough to challenge the leader of Onychinus and his lethal right-hand woman?âbut it also made it easier for him to operate, as you inevitably drew attention and distraction from other bidders.
His hand curled possessively around your waist as he proudly showcased you to the crowd. The dress you wore was as red as his eyes, hugging your every curve and accentuating your figure. Your hair was styled in a simple updo, revealing your back to the admiring gazes around you.
The less fabric you wore, the more difficult it was for his mist to approach you, and that was one thing you clung to. You knew he wouldnât hurt youâhe had come to not only depend on you but to trust you as well. Still, you maintained a small resistance, a defiance that you werenât ready to surrender, no matter how much it irritated him.
Your gloves were snugly in place, allowing you to interact with him without draining his energy, thus enabling you to warn others of the imminent danger your touch posed. One slip of fabric, and whoever you touched would be lost forever.
âMr. Sylus, I didnât think youâd make it tonight,â a distant voice interrupted your thoughts, drawing both of your attention. A young man addressed your boss, his tone a mix of surprise and formality.
âNot happy to see me?â Sylus replied, his voice smooth as silk and sweet as honey, the smugness evident in his expression as he arched a white brow at the man.
âOf course, sir! Iâm sorry, sir. I just thought youâd be out of townââ
âChange of plans." Sylus muttered, cutting him off with a tight smile before guiding you forward, his hand resting firmly on the small of your back.
As you walked toward the room where his meeting would take place, you tilted your face up to catch a glimpse of his profile. âHeâs right, you know,â you began, curiosity lacing your words. âWerenât you supposed to return next Tuesday?â
Sylusâs smirk deepened at your question. âIf I had known youâd be so disappointed by my early arrival, sweetie, I would have made sure to come back yesterday.â
You scoffed at his remark, subtly flexing your back to shake his arm off, but his grip only tightened, keeping you glued to his side. âBe good now. You know how important tonight is,â He leaned in closer, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine as it tickled your ear. âDonât screw this up.â
You couldnât shake the uneasiness that crawled up your spine from the subtle threat lacing his tone. Sylus had been under immense pressure lately, but you refused to let him take it out on you.
âSylus.â
He let out an impatient huff as you halted him just outside the door of your final destination, but he turned his body to face you fully, his expression a mix of frustration and intensity.
âIâm not your enemy,â you asserted, holding his gaze with unwavering resolve. âMany people work for you, but aside from Luke and Kieran, no one stands by your side with the same loyalty I do. I know youâve been struggling, but Iâm the last person you want against you right now.â
âOh, is that right, kitten?â His brows furrowed, drawing closer until your chests nearly touched. To an outsider, you might have appeared to be lovers, but the tension between you was palpable and lethal. âAnd why is that? Because youâre oh-so-dangerous?â
His provoking smirk ignited your anger, and while you couldnât fathom what was going through his mind, you chose to avoid making a scene. Stepping away from him, you tried to regain your composure. âTheyâre waiting for us.â
Before you could take another step toward the door, you were abruptly lifted off the ground, hanging upside down over Sylusâs shoulder.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you whispered-yelled, frantically scanning for prying eyes. Your surprise deepened when, from the shadows, Luke and Kieran rushed toward you, effortlessly pulling you from Sylusâs grip. âWhatââ
âTake her to the car and wait for me,â Sylus commanded sharply, his tone clipped and leaving no room for negotiation. As you were carried away from him and the room, you felt a pang of frustration.
âLet me down!â you practically shouted as the twins put distance between you and the auction building.
âSorry, maâam, no can do.â
âYeah, maâam, weâre sorry, but no one bypasses the boss's orders!â
Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as the events unfolded, anger and frustration boiling within you at how Sylus had treated you. It was the first time since you started working for him that he had dismissed you so callously, and you couldnât ignore the pang of hurt that coiled deep in your stomach.
You sat in the backseat of the car while the twins chatted and bantered in the front, oblivious to your turmoil. It felt surreal, as if they were living in a different world. Maybe you were overthinking itâafter all, you hadnât expected him to disregard you like that, especially during an auction so crucial to him. You were valuable to him, werenât you? He needed you by his side, didnât he?
Your thoughts spiraled until they were abruptly shattered by a loud bang. Before you could process the sound, part of the building in front of you exploded in a fiery eruption. Waitâwas that the floor where the auction was being held? The very floor Sylus was on?
Without a second thought, you threw open the car door, sprinting toward the burning building despite the twinsâ frantic shouts urging you to stop. Your mind was consumed by one thought: Sylus. He couldnât be hurt. He couldnât die. Foolish girl, not even his evol could save him from an explosion of that magnitude.
Your breaths came in ragged gasps, sweat clung to your skin as you pushed your limits, charging up the stairs to the floor where you had been just forty minutes earlier. You stumbled multiple times, falling to your knees, but the thought of Sylus pushed you onward.
When you finally reached the floor, it was a scene of devastation. The area lay in ruins, engulfed in smoke and chaos, with scattered survivors struggling to breathe amidst the wreckage. You focused your eyes and ears, straining to find Sylus amidst the agonizing cries of others. Time blurred as you searched, exhaustion creeping in and threatening to overwhelm you.
Just when you thought you might pass out, you spotted itâsilver locks, now dirty and disheveled, just a few feet away. Panic surged through you as you fell to your knees and crawled with the last remnants of strength you had left. When you finally reached him, your heart stopped. You had never seen Sylus so vulnerable, so exposed.
You reached out to touch his face, your irritation intensifying at the realization that you still had to keep your gloves on, unable to feel his soft, dirt-streaked skin. With the last remnants of your strength, you shook him gently, your voice coming out hoarse as you tried to call his name.
Slowly, his eyes peeled open, and you let out the breath you had been holding. Unfortunately, you had inhaled too much smoke, resulting in a violent cough that wracked your body.
Clutching your chest, you hunched over, trying to cough out the smoke while moving away from him. Just then, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you down to him. You attempted to focus on his face, searching for any injuries, but your eyes were tearing up, and your vision was blurred from the smoke-filled atmosphere.
Just as you thought you might lose consciousness, his voice broke through, shaky and hoarse but still as sharp as a knife. âWhat are you doing in here, kitten?â His eyes were half-lidded, and he groaned as he struggled to sit up. âDidnât I tell you to wait for me outside?â
You tried to help him rise, but his heavy body only dragged you down, sending you sprawling onto the floor. As he noticed your condition, his eyes sharpened with concern, and his features turned serious. He began removing his coat, which was now dirty and full of holes.
âSylusâyou need to get out of here,â you urged, trying to push him away as he attempted to cover you completely with his coat.
âDonât talk right now, sweetie.â His movements were urgent, almost desperate, as he made sure no part of your upper body was exposed. Your hands were now firmly pinned to your torso beneath his coat. âAnd donât fight me.â
His fingers came to your face, squeezing gently until your lips formed a pout and your attention was solely on him. âStubborn little kitten,â he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and affection.
Just before you slipped into unconsciousness, you felt the tendrils of his red-black mist enveloping you, pushing through your evolâs resistance and carrying you away from the chaos.
When you finally opened your eyes, it took a moment for your surroundings to come into focus. The unmistakable scent of Sylusâs mattress enveloped you, grounding you in reality. You were back at the mansion.
Your limbs felt heavy, and a dull ache throbbed in your head. Every part of your body screamed for you to stay in bed, to drift back into sleep and forget everything that had happened before you lost consciousness. But your mind was fixated on one thing: Sylus.
With a groan, you attempted to sit up, quickly glancing over your body. To your relief, you realized you were freshly cleaned and dressed in one of your nightgowns, with no significant injuries aside from a few scratches on your skin.
You took a moment to steady yourself, ensuring your vision wouldnât fade to black before you attempted to walk across the room toward the door. Sylusâs office was just down the hallway, and as you stepped outside, you could faintly hear Luke and Kieranâs voices drifting from inside. You paused, heart pounding, and when you heard Sylusâs gruff tone, a wave of relief washed over you. He was okay.
After a brief moment, you knocked once before turning the doorknob and peeking through the small opening. Sylusâs gaze met yours immediately, and the twins turned to regard you with their rare smiles. It wasnât often they dropped their masks, even in the mansion, but now their boyish features shone through. Their red hair was pulled back into matching messy ponytails, and a hint of blush colored their cheeks as they took in your appearance in the gown.
Sylus coughed discreetly, and the twins exchanged glances before standing up to give you two some privacy.
As they made their way to the door, Kieran paused to ruffle your hair playfully, leaning down to whisper in your ear, âYou gave us a scare there, little crow.â
You regarded both twins with a small, apologetic smile before turning your full attention to the white-haired man seated behind his desk. He still wore his torn shirt, which left his muscular frame fully exposed. With a languid movement, he rolled his chair away from the desk and beckoned you with a finger.
Taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, you felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over you as his intense gaze roamed over your form. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, you approached and stood before him, his legs slightly apart, causing your knees to brush against the inside of his thighs as he looked up at you.
Your eyes fell to his toned chest, now marred with scratches and bruisesâevidence the damage inflicted, perhaps a sign that he was running low on evol energy and unable to heal completely.
âAre you okay?â Your voice emerged as a barely audible whisper, still tinged with hoarseness. You clasped your hands behind your back, fidgeting awkwardly.
You werenât quite sure what had come over you; you had never before found yourself in a situation where you needed to actively express your concern for Sylus until tonight, and you hoped he wouldnât recall too much of what had transpired in that building.
âWorried, kitten?â he asked, a small smirk curling at the corners of his lips as his gaze swept over your body. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and touch you, yet he seemed equally torn, grappling with the worry that had gripped him when you had passed out in his arms.
You sniffled softly, your eyes darting anywhere but to him, your body tense and rigid as if your bones were locking into place. Instead of answering his question, you opted to redirect the conversation. âDo we know what caused the explosion?â
His expression was unreadable, and you noticed his jaw tick slightly as he processed your words. After a moment, he exhaled slowly, raising his hand to brush his knuckles gently across your arm. A shiver coursed through you at the contact, and you could see the corners of his lips curl slightly at your reaction. This time, he didnât bother to hide himself from you.
âI did.â
âWhat?â Your voice came out louder than intended, earning a deep, rumbling chuckle from Sylus. He relaxed further into his chair, locking his carmine eyes onto yours with an intensity that sent your heart racing.
 âWhat are you talking about, Sylus? When I came in thereâŠâ It was becoming increasingly difficult to mask the emotion in your voice. âWhen I came in, you had fainted. What would have happened to you if I hadnât found you in time?â
Amusement danced freely in his eyes at your small outburst. You truly were exquisite in your concern. âYou underestimate me too much, sweetie.â
âYouâre the one underestimating your enemies, Sylus!â You raised your voice, your hands gesturing in disbelief. âJust because youâre the leader of Onychinus doesnât mean they canât get to you if youâre unconscious.â
âBurnt men canât walk, kitten.â
A small gasp escaped your lips at the speed and bluntness of his response. His smugness only fueled your anger at his reckless behavior. Leaning down, you gripped the arms of his chair, effectively caging him in. You were about to respond when you suddenly realized the position you had put yourself in. It gave him a full view of your breasts, the fabric of your nightgown flowing away from your skin and leaving little to the imagination.
Your ears and cheeks burned a deep crimson as you tried to pull away just as quickly as you'd leaned down. However, Sylusâs arm had already wrapped around your waist, anchoring you in place and pulling you impossibly closer. Your breath hitched when you noticed the way his pupils had dilated, his lips parting slightly as he fixated on your slowly hardening nipples.
âSylusâŠâ Your voice was barely a whisper now, heat pooling in your core under his intense gaze.
Finally, Sylusâs eyes met yours, and he began to stroke your back slowly, his tone low as if he feared shattering the delicate bubble that enveloped you both. âThe explosion; It was my plan all along. Why else would I want you out and away from the building, sweetie?â
A frown crossed your face at his admission. Despite your initial shock, your body grew more compliant under his gentle strokes as he pulled you in, guiding you to straddle his thigh. His red irises darkened just a bit when your pulsing core made contact with his jeans and you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks at the realization that he could probably feel just how wet you were.
Yet, he continued speaking, his voice smooth and steady. âTonight had no other way of going. It was necessary and inevitable.â
âBut why?â Your eyes had softened since youâd first entered his room, and you found yourself relaxing more beneath his touch as he explained the events of the night.
âBecause, kitten, tonightâs transaction was off the table the moment it was proposed by the other side, a few days back when I was still away."
By now, confusion began to cloud your understanding of Sylusâs motives. âButâŠâ Your gaze drifted to his desk, where numerous files lay scattered. âIs this why you came back earlier? Tonightâs transaction was for that protocore you needed, Sylus. I thought nothing could screw this up for you. Werenât you after it for years?â
Sylus let out a small scoff, his lips pressing into a thin line as he studied your face intently. âYou never asked me what the price of that protocore was, kitten.â
Curiosity piqued, you looked up at him again, instinctively leaning closer. Your breasts brushed against his chest, heightening the tension between you as if his answer were a secret he needed to share. âAnd what was the price?â
âYou.â
Your eyes widened in shock, and a dark cloud crossed his features as he spoke. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, causing you to squirm on his thigh, which elicited a low grunt from him.
Your emotions were a chaotic mess, thoughts swirling together and leaving you breathless as you tried to process what he was implying. âSo what youâre saying isâŠâ
âThe deal was off the table the moment they thought you were for sale.â Sylusâs leg bounced suddenly, and you couldnât suppress the moan that escaped your lips. Your hands instinctively flew out to clutch the fabric of his open shirt for stability. âI came back because I had to send a message.â
His voice dripped with malice as he continued to move his leg, sending shockwaves of sensation through your core as it ground against his thigh.
The pleasure mixed with confusion made you feel light-headed; even if you wanted to resist, your body had already betrayed you. There was no stopping your hips from chasing the friction, no way to quell the whimpers that escaped your lips. Sylusâs fingers curled tighter around the fabric of your nightgown at the sound.
As you continued to grind against him, he spoke with a dark intensity. âThey had to know, kitten; Nobody lives to say they tried to bargain with what belongs to me.â
âIâI donât belong to you,â you breathed out, unsure whether you were trying to lie to him or to yourself.
âIs this why youâre drenching my thigh, sweetie?â As if to emphasize his point, he bounced his knee again, causing it to press against your sensitive nerves with a force that made you moan involuntarily, your head falling to rest on his shoulder.
âYou poor thing,â he cooed in your ear, his hand sliding to your lower back, urging you to grind down against him.
âTonightâyou put yourself in danger, Sylus.â You struggled to form coherent thoughts as you chased your orgasm on his thigh, your mind slowly turning to mush. âThat was so stupid, even for you.â You finished your sentence with a moan, and Sylus groaned, instinctively moving his hips upward, his own hard-on seeking friction.
âWere you worried about me, kitten?â He dipped his head to your neck, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses as he awaited your response, which never came. Sensing your hesitation to voice your concern, his hand slipped between your bodies, his fingertip pressing onto your throbbing clit, making you cry out. âAnswer me.â
âIâyes. Yes, I was s'worried.â Your head fell back in bliss, granting him access to suck and nibble on your throat as your hips moved faster and harder. The tight coil in your belly was only a few movements away from bursting. âI thought Iâdââ
âGo on.â Sylus urged, his fingers dancing over your clit as he bounced his knee in sync with your movements, relishing the way you were making a mess on him, your whole body heating under his touch.
âI thought Iâd lost you.â The words escaped your lips just as your orgasm washed over you, making your vision go black and your entire body shake with its intensity. Sylusâs arms wrapped around you, caging you against his chest as he let you ride it out, offering the small comfort you sought after your confession.
When you finally came down from your high, you were breathless, panting, and a few tears had escaped your eyes. But he was there, holding you gently and running his fingers through your hair. âIâm not that easy to get rid of, sweetie.â
You pushed your head off his chest, your eyes meeting his soft red ones. Without thinking clearly, you reached out to cradle his face. The moment your fingertips made contact with his skin, his whole body visibly flinched, and just like his heartbeat, it felt like time had stopped.
Horrified and regretful, you realized you had let your emotions get the best of you and forgotten about your evol. You stood up from his lap, pressing your hands tightly against your chest, the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.
Just a few seconds. Just a few seconds, and heâll wake up, like he always does, right? Doubts gnawed at you; he was so weak after tonight, but his evol would heal him. It had to.
Just when you were about to scream for help, Sylusâs chest began to rise and fall again. His eyes fluttered open, and relief flooded your entire being. Your shoulders slumped, and your body shook, even though he was alright. How could you have been so careless?
âSweetie.â His voice was soft as he stood from his chair, towering over you. âLook at me.â
You tilted your head up hesitantly, your regrets gnawing at you for what you had just done. You tried to open your mouth to apologize, but no words came out; instead, his lips found yours, silencing any sound you might have made. He threaded his fingers through your hair, pulling gently to angle your head to the side and deepen the kiss until you thought you might faint from lack of breath.
This time, you made sure to keep your hands glued to your sides, not daring to touch him again. When he finally pulled away, you were both panting. He rested his forehead against yours and moved his hand to the back pocket of his pants, retrieving something.
You tilted your head to watch him unfold two pieces of leather gloves. He carefully took your wrist, drawing it toward him before placing the glove on your hand, then moved to the other to do the same. It was a temporary solution, one that frustrated you to no end, but you wouldnât jeopardize his life just for a touch of his soft skin.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, your thoughts crashing over you like a tsunami of negativity at the prospect of harming him. Your frustration only fueled your desperation, and you found yourself clawing at the remnants of his shirt, trying to pull him closer. âI need you, please, Sylus, âm so sorry.â
Sylus groaned as he felt you tugging him nearer, his own hands finding refuge on your body, touching and caressing anywhere he could reach. âAre you sure, kitten? Once we start, I donât know if I can hold back.â His voice was low and controlled, while your legs trembled with desire and need.
âThen donât hold back. Give me everything you have. I can take it, Sylus.â You pressed kisses all over his exposed chest, making him gasp and thin his patience. In one swift motion, you found yourself lifted off the floor, your body cradled in one of his arms as he carried you toward his desk.
âYou really know how to bring a man to his knees, sweetie.â He placed you gently on top of the desk, taking his position between your legs. Your lips connected again as his hands deftly worked to rid you of your clothes.
Once you were bare before him, he stepped back, his gaze roaming over your body like a starving man taking in a feast. âBreathtaking.â
He fell to his knees in front of you, throwing your legs over his shoulders with a force that sent you backward, your elbows bracing against the desk for balance. He was too impatient to tease; he dived right in, his tongue lapping at your folds with urgent fervor.
Your back arched immediately, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips as he worked his mouth on your cunt, devouring you as if you were his last meal. Your legs tightened around his head, the pleasure overwhelming, which only made him groan and feast on you harder.
His tongue plunged into your tight hole, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through your body. You thought you could hold on a little longer, but when his large hand spread across your tummy, pressing down, you exploded in his mouth. Your vision went white as you drenched him, your thighs shaking violently around his head.
The realization of what you had done hit you when he pulled away, his chin and exposed chest glistening with droplets of your release. You shot your gloved hand to cover your mouth, your legs instinctively closing in embarrassment.
Yet, he looked even more exhilarated, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart as he positioned himself between them, his lips finding yours once more. âYouâre going to do this again. And this time, youâre going to do it on my cock.â
He pushed you back, a firm hand on your chest as you lay spread out on top of his desk. Your eyes focused on his hands as they deftly undid his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs. The moment you saw his girthy cockâveiny and the tip angry and red for youâyour mouth went dry.
You craved to satisfy him as he had satisfied you, but when you tried to sit up, his hand pressed you back down against the desk.
âNot tonight, sweetie. Right now, I just need to be inside you.â
Even though he spoke, he made no move to get on you, waiting for your consent first. You nodded, your eyes clouded with lust.
âUse your words, kitten. I need to hear you.â He was pumping his cock with his hand, his fingers barely wrapping around it. Standing before you in all his naked glory, he resembled a Greek statue, and your chest tightened at how wickedly beautiful he looked.
âYes. Please, Sy, need you inside me.â Your voice came out breathless, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He wrapped an arm around your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the desk and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder to spread you open exactly as he desired.
He pushed the tip in at first, making you clench around him instinctively, as if trying to suck him deeper. An unsteady breath escaped him, and his body stuttered momentarily. You were killing him in the sweetest way. âSo goddamn tight.â
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he pushed further inside you, his grip on your thigh tightening the moment he was fully buried in you, his pelvis pressing against yours. You could feel him all the way up into your stomach, and your legs began to shake, even though he remained still.
His breathing had turned erratic, and the moment your hips squirmed forward, his other hand came down to keep you in place. âShit, baby, donât move. Give me a moment.â
You were a whimpering mess, sweat beading on your forehead from the anticipation. But the instant he started moving, your whole body unlocked, turning to pudding under his thrusts. He began with a slow, deliberate pace, his lips parting as small grunts escaped him, each thrust igniting the fire building within you.
The more you clenched down on his cock, the faster he moved, until the desk scraped against the marble floor. âFuck, kitten. Youâre squeezing me so tightly.â His voice was thick with lust, and the sound of skin slapping against skin only intensified the fire burning deep in your core. âDo you love my cock that much?â
Your mind had turned to mush, thoughts consumed by how he stretched you and filled you to the brim. You nodded uncontrollably, crying out every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot. âYes! I love it so much, Sy.â
âGood girl.â Sylusâs thrusts quickened as he heard your pretty sounds, the way your walls sucked him in making his thighs tremble slightly as he felt his release drawing near. âSuch a good girl, so cock-hungry for me.â
âAhâ fuck.â Stars began to form behind your eyelids, your whole body rocking on the desk. If it werenât for Sylusâs hands gripping your thighs, you would have slid right off and ended up on the floor from his relentless force. The desk shook violently from his pounding, and you were certain the whole house could hear you.
Sylusâs hand reached for your face, his thumb brushing against your lower lip before slipping past it to press down on your tongue, making you clench around his cock instinctively. âThatâs it, sweetie,â he breathed, his eyes closing and his head tilting back in pleasure as your cunt hugged him tightly. âGive it to me; I can feel how close you are.â
You were indeed on the brink, your whole body burning and trembling under Sylusâs powerful thrusts. But what sent you over the edge was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Lukeâs voice calling out to see if everything was alright.
The moment you realized you had been caught, and Luke could turn the doorknob at any second to find you spread for Sylus, his cock pressing against your cervix, you exploded. Your loud moans were partly muffled by the white-haired man's finger in your mouth. The pressure you applied around his cock as you climaxed made Sylus falter, his own orgasm crashing over him with a force he hadnât anticipated.
His hot seed coated your walls, filling you to the brim and spilling out of you, trickling down your thighs as he continued to thrust, ensuring every last drop found its way inside. You were a crying, spent mess on his desk, while he tried to catch his breath, slowly lowering your leg back down from his shoulder.
Luke was long gone from outside the door, having heard enough to realize what was happening between you and Sylus.
You could only look up at him with a small shared chuckle before he leaned down to kiss your lips, his newfound gentleness contrasting sharply with the intensity of the moment. âI believe they received a lesson about eavesdropping now,â he murmured, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
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Sleepy Snuggles
pairing: Boyfriend!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!Reader
summary: Henry loves on his cockdrunk girlfriend all through the night, especially during Christmas season
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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âButterfly, you feel so good wrapped around me like this, all cockdrunk and snugglyâ Henry whispered kissing Y/nâs cheek from behind, his arms around her waist tightly as he thrusted up into her. Feeling her eyes start to lid from exhaustion, Y/n couldnât help but just whimper out at the words of her boyfriend, wiggling her ass back onto his cock.
âMissed you so much Henâ Y/n moaned out, feeling Henryâs hands venture up her oversized sweater, his fingers toying with her hardened nipples. âI know baby, I know. Missed my girl so much tooâ He whispered back, his hand resting on her hip to help her rock back and forth, his lips continuously kissing the back of her neck.
Henry had just come back filming a new movie, and was just in time for Christmas, his girlfriend of 2 years had decided to welcome him home with an amazing homemade dinner. Feeling stuffed to the brim with food, the couple decided to settle in the living room for a nap, only when things got silent both sets of hands went wandering. Starting with Henry removing Y/nâs cotton underwear from under her sweater, and Y/n slowly grinding onto Henryâs cock behind her.
âGo on butterfly, hug onto your pillow, iâll take care of you loveâ Henry said watching his girl start to claw at her pillow, hugging onto it while he thrusted his cock into her velvety walls, her warm pussy sucking him in with every force. Whimpering Y/n wrapped her arms around the plush cushion, using it to slightly stifle her moans which were slowly increasing in volume.
âYouâre so big, feel you stretching me outâ Y/n whispered, her other hand holding onto Henryâs arm and pulling it over to wrap around her waist; ending with him pulling her flush against his chest, their bodies perfectly moulded together. âCan I cum inside you love? Is that okay?â Henry asked feeling his cock start to get even more sensitive.
Nodding against him Y/n snuggled her head into the crook of his arm that was around her torso, feeling her orgasm start to catch up to her as well. âNeed words babyâ
âY-yes, cum inside me, wanâ feel all stuffed nâ warmâ Y/n said softly, whimpering when Henryâs hand slowly slid down to toy with her clit that was now poking out of its lips, all swollen and asking to be played with. Starting to rub it gently as not to hurt Y/n, Henry felt himself empty out into her pussy, both of them gasping at the new sensations.
âGonna cum bear, real soonâ Lifting up her leg, Henry started to fuck his cum back into her, feeling the juices start to spill down her thighs. âYou going to keep my cum inside you butterfly? Want to keep you full of meâ
Nodding her head rapidly, Y/nâs legs started to shiver and spasm, her voice sending out muffled whimpers and moans. âF-fuck baby, feel you up hereâ Y/n whispered pulling Henryâs hand up her stomach, her orgasm slowly washing over her as Henry just let her rock back and forth at her own pace, pulling out once she calmed down.
His hands now pulling back her hair to swoop it into a low ponytail, both of his arms wrapped around her torso to pull her even more against him. His lips kissing the shell of her ear and whispering any and everything to calm down his girl, her heartbeat rapid against the palm of his hand.
âI got you butterfly, Henâs got youâ Turning around in his arms, Henry kissed her forehead, watching her glossy eyes stare up at him; her lips graced with a sleepy dopey smile. âI wanna feel you Bear, take it offâ She complained tugging at her own jumper tiredly, Henry smiling at the clingy nature of his girl.
âOkay okayâ In one swift motion Y/n was now naked, her warm skin against his, her eyes watching as Henry reached over for the couch blanket sitting by their feet.
Now engulfed by the warm fabric, Henry felt Y/nâs start to grind on his cock, her pussy lathering up his length in their mixed juices. âWhat do you think youâre doing butterfly?â
âcan you stay inside me? J-just until I fall asleepâ She asked looking up at him, placing tiny kisses onto his chest, neck and face. âOf course I can baby, isâ all yoursâ Henry growled kissing her lips softly, their tongues meeting in a sweet sloppy kiss as Y/n guided his tip into her wet cavern. Both of them hissing out at the slight overstimulation, but breathing out once Henry had filled her to the brim. His balls just resting against her pussy as Y/n shimmied closer to his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso.
Her fingers tracing over her manâs chest, playing with the curls decorated on it, smiling contently as Henry kissed her head every few seconds and reminding her how beautiful she looked. âYou have never looked so beautiful my loveâ âWish could keep you on my cock foreverâ â I Love you so much, my gorgeous girlâ
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