#imagine receiving this message at work. i gasped

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- viktor/jayce

caught in the mix

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🔞⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️🔞: SMUTTTTTT SMUT

Prompt: Viktor and you think you have an hour until Jayce shows to work on a project… turns out you were wrong.

Contains: oral m!and f! Receiving, double penetrating, riding, overstimulation, crack smut, Idk.

“He said he’ll be here in an hour, he’s caught up with something.” Viktor speaks up from your shared bedroom as you’re taking a bite of an apple, walking in from the kitchen. “An hour, you say.” You wiggle your eyebrows causing him to scoff out a laugh. 

“Such a perv.” He tosses his phone on the bed, standing up to stretch out his torso. “Only for you.” You swallow the food in your mouth. “I’m going to take a shower… if you want to join me.” He winks your way as he walks past you to the bathroom. You take one last bite of the fruit before throwing it in the trash. Eagerly following after your boyfriend. 

You sit on the counter beside the sink as you watch Viktor start the water then begin to undress. Your mouth salivating at the sight you could never grow tired of. “Love, you’re drooling.” He motions to your face and you scrunch your nose with a smile. “I can’t help it, you make me feel such lewd things.” You defend yourself, leaning back against the mirror. “I guess I can’t be too hard on you. I’d be lying if I said you didn’t do the same to me.” His naked form makes its way over to you and you spread your legs so he can stand between them. 

“Really?” You place your arms over his shoulders. “Mhm, let’s get in the shower and I can show you the things I think of.” He pats the outside of your thigh and you squeal excitedly. He reopens the class see-through door, stepping inside. You hurriedly take your clothes off, almost tripping over your own pants. 

He laughs as you are rushing to join him, slamming the door behind you once you’re inside. “You’re so impatient, dove.” He sighs and you shrug your shoulders, pulling him into a kiss as water beats down on the both of you. 

What the two of you failed to realize was that the message Jayce sent was a mistake, he reinstated that he was wrong and he was actually on his way now. A five minute drive away. 

The two of you carelessly making out, hands roaming over one another as if this isn’t the umpteenth time doing this with one another. Your hand palming his painfully hard member, he whimpers into your mouth. His fingers dance down to your core, dipping in and out of you teasingly. 

“I know-” you pull back from him, letting out a small pant. “I know you said you wanted to show me, but I need to suck your dick.” You inform him boldly, slightly catching him off guard. “Need to?” He looks down at you. “Mhm, an urge, an urge I can’t subdue any longer.” You dramatically say, crouching down before planting down on your knees. 

“By all means, take it like it’s yours, hun.” He feels the water dripping down from his hair, staring down at his partner stroking his length. You eye it, admiring what’s yours. “I plan to.” You hum, your tongue flattening around the red, precum dripping tip before slowly inching it into your mouth. 

Viktor lets out a low groan, grabbing a fistful of your hair as your head begins to bob. He leans on his left leg as you swallow his cock down your throat. Your nose touching his pelvis. “F-uck, love.” He stammers. 

You moan from hearing his voice, a hand going up to fondle his balls. Knowing it was something he enjoyed. He gasps, letting out a whine. Your eyes gaze up at him, having to blink repeatedly from the drizzle of the shower hitting off of him and onto you. 

“So pre-pretty like this.” He caresses your face as you slurp and guzzle around his dick. Sounding so messy for him. 

He was loud, something you enjoyed. Something you’ve repeatedly told him to be. Vocal and a whiny mess just for you. To encourage you and let you know you’re making him feel good. 

Only this time it’s heavily against the both of you as your mutual best friend walks into your apartment, unlocking it with the key you had given him a few months back. Your bathroom door wide open and allows Jayce to hear every single noise the two of you are making. 

He didn’t notice it at first, placing his stuff down on the kitchen counter, taking one of your apples from the fruit bowl. As he takes the first bite the noises finally hit his ears. Viktor moaning out your name. “Fucking hell, [Name]. Tongue is ‘s good~” He huffs. Jayce’s eyes widened in shock. 

He drops the apple, going to pick his stuff back up and leave the apartment so he doesn’t have to hear this. Unfortunately he trips over said apple. Dropping his very heavy briefcase that held all the information for your three’s work assignment. “Shit!” He mutters, picking it up. 

He was too late to leave before you were covered in your towel running out with a baseball bat, water dripping on the ground. You go to swing, “Who the hell!?” You automatically drop your stance when seeing your best friend. “Oh, hey Jayce.” You laugh, leaning the bat down. Going over and giving him a hug. Still soaked from the shower. 

“Thought you said you were caught up in something?’ You ask so nonchalantly as if you weren’t just giving the best head ever to your boyfriend in the other room. His face was beat red, even through his dark tan you could tell he was extremely flustered. He can’t even stutter out an answer. “You okay?” You cross your arms. 

“Love, you’re still in your towel.” Viktor comes out of the bathroom wearing only boxers and sweatpants. Using his cane to walk into the scene. You purse out your lips, looking down at yourself then back to Jayce. 

“Never seen a naked woman or something?” You raise a brow and he squeezes his eyes shut, begging that this was a dream or some made up thing in his mind. “Don’t tease him.” Viktor chuckles, looking his best friend up and down. “He heard us.” He simply says, picking up the apple from the ground, throwing it into the trash. “I-I was trying to leave! I didn’t know that’s what-” Jayce panics, trying to explain himself. 

“Eh, we had the door open. Wasn’t your fault.” Viktor shrugs his shoulders acting as if Jayce hearing the two of you wasn’t something incredibly inappropriate. “Even with the door open Vik here would still be sounding through the room.” You tease, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him. 

“Guys, please.” Jayce meeps out with an embarrassed look. You smirk over to him. “What? Us having sex turns you on or something?” You inquire, stepping over to him, your wet feet papping against the hardwood floors. “[Name]!” He steps back, shocked by what you just said. 

“You aren’t denying~” You sing, poking his chest right as you look down and then flicker back up to his face. Doing it a few more times with a smug expression adorning your face. “Your cock’s sure saying so.” You laugh, he covers himself with his briefcase. 

“[Name], leave him be.” Viktor attempts to hide his amused smile, crossing his arms over his naked chest. You pout. “Okay, okay. Sorry, Jayce! Let me go get dressed.” You excuse yourself from the room. Jayce lets out a sigh of relief once you’re gone. You were too bold and confident for your own good. 

“Sorry, you know how she is.” Viktor rubs the back of his neck, Jayce only nods his head. Still covering himself. “You okay, over there?” Viktor asks in a worried tone. “Yeah, oh yeah I’m fine. Just seemed like I was about to be pounced on.” He awkwardly laughs. “Mm, she probably would’ve.” Viktor lets out a small breath. Sitting down at the counter stool. 

Jayce furrows his brows, confused. “She would’ve? Are you two on some weird break?” He questions the guy in front of him. “Hah! No, we’ve been talking about… threesomes. If you’re up for it I’m sure it’d happen in a split second.” Viktor explains, Jayce chokes on his own spit. His best friend was just so casual… about him joining a threesome. 

“This is an awkward topic, Jayce. I’m sorry to bring it up so… broadly.” The accented man apologizes. “No, no, it’s okay. I guess I asked.” Jayce shrugs his shoulders. 

“I’m back!” You sprint over to the boys wearing a simple sweater and shorts. Loungewear for a boring thing you’re about to do. “Ready to get started on this stupid assignment?” You not-so-enthusiastically say, plopping down on the stool beside Viktor. “Sure.” Viktor hums, “let’s get to it!” Jayce accidentally says a little bit too loudly. Causing the two of you to wince. “Sorry, just excited about this project.” He murmurs, opening the case to all the informational papers. 

He passes out the packets he had printed for the both of you. You boredly skim through it. Viktor thoroughly read it. As Jayce wasn’t even looking down at it, his eyes burning into the both of you. 

Repeating what Viktor had said to him just moments before. A threesome? With the both of you? His coworkers he’d grown so close to? His best friends? 

It’s not to say he hadn’t thought about something like that before. Because trust, he most certainly has. 

He bit his bottom lip, and you glance up. Right as you do he changes his posture. “Reading” the packet at a different angle. You knit your eyebrows together, giving him a look before going back to your own packet. Leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you do so. 

“This is soo boring!” You dramatically slam the packet down on the counter. Startling the two boys in the room. “I want to get to the fun stuff.” You groan, leaning over your lover’s body, your hand palming his face. Shaking it around. He just boredly lets you do so. 

“Fun stuff?” Jayce asks. “Yeah, the experimental part of the project.” You wink, laughing as his ears grow red. “You’re so fun to mess with!” You shrill, sitting back up on your own seat. “You’re oddly jumpy today too, us having sex really bother you that much?” You cock your head to the side, curious. “N-no, not at all. It’s a human thing!” He shakes his head vigorously. 

“Then why are you acting like we scare you?” You frown, “I’ll knock off the teasing. I promise I didn’t mean to be too much!” You assure him, giving an apologetic smile. “Ugh, no [Name], you’re not too much. I just- I don’t know!” He exclaims, punctuating a little more with gesticulation. 

“We can take a second from the project if you need to collect yourself.” Viktor offers, worried that he had caused a short-circuit to go off in his best friend’s brain by what he told him earlier. “No, no! I’m fine! I promise.” Jayce swears. “Then what’s up, J?” Your eyes were filled with concern. 

“I want to have the threesome.” He spits out now the two of you were left thunderstruck at his words. Your jaw slacks open, slowly turning into a smirk. “For real?” You rasp out, looking back at Viktor who was still a little bewildered. “Yeah- I mean, if it’s still okay? I don’t know. You guys put me in the spot before.” His voice trails off. “But now after the ten minutes of thinking time you’re sure you want to have sex with us?” Viktor queries, teasing him. 

“I mean it’s sex! What really is there to think about?” Jayce juts out his bottom lip for the judgement he just received. “A lot.” Both you and Viktor say in unison. “Our friendship is something to take into account. A threesome isn’t a permanent thing. This is temporary and to still manage a friendship afterwards could be difficult if all three parties aren’t positive that this won’t mess anything up.” Viktor explains, you nod your head in agreement to his words. 

“We’ve talked about this, the two of us know how we feel. How do you feel, Jayce?” You question him. 

“To be honest, I’ve thought about hooking up with you guys before. A drunken thought. Then a sober one. It passes, I’m not going to lie. And honestly I’m perfectly fine with it. Just a hookup. I don’t want a relationship and to be quite frank I couldn’t be in a polygamous thing.” He admits bluntly, the anxiety of it all releases from all three of your shoulders after his assurement. 

“That’s good to hear!” You snicker. “We’re all three on the same page then?” You point to the two at the same time. The both of them nod their heads. “Okay, gonna fuck me right here in this kitchen or are we gonna go to the bedroom? Spice it up and all three fit in the shower?” You joke and Viktor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t really get to shampoo my hair so if you pick the shower I will not complain.” You put your hands up. 

“[Name].” Viktor starts. “Sorry.” You chuckle. “Living room it is!” You stand up, heading to the comfortable space, Viktor watches you flop down on the couch, getting comfortable. “Is she always this… vulgar before you have sex?” Jayce asks, Viktor gets up as well, pressing his lips together. “Yeah, pretty much.” He nods. 

“I didn’t put on panties so do what you will with that information.” You smirk, trying to do a sexy pose as you laid on the sofa. Viktor snorts as Jayce covers his mouth. “You’re such an idiot.” Viktor sits down beside you. “Mm, you love me for it.” You peck his jaw, getting up to your knees. 

“Come sit, Jayce.” You pat the spot beside you. “Wanna kiss you.” You confess, he fidgets with his hands but does as you say. You gently grab onto his collar. “You’re okay with this right?” You triple check with the guy who seems like he’s going to explode from nervousness. “Yes.” He nods, letting out a shaky breath as you lean in. “Good.” 

Your lips land on his, you press onto him and his hand falls to your hip. Indicating that you can touch him more. In your head at least that’s what it indicates.

Viktor observes from the sidelines, licking his lips. Your hand goes behind you and you grab onto your boyfriend. Wanting him to join. He meekly got on his left knee, his right was off of the couch. Disengaged the kiss you boop Jayce’s nose, leaning back into your boyfriend’s chest. “He’s a good kisser. Your turn!” You look at him, almost hanging your head upside down. Viktor’s eyes meet with Jayce. 

“You okay with that?” More consent questions. Jayce was beginning to feel annoyed by it. He wanted whatever you guys were willing to do. Why couldn’t you guys get that!? “Yes.” He aggressively answers. “Woah, little eager there.” You joke with a loud laugh. “Sorry, just please. I want whatever we’re going to do.” He promises. 

“Okay boy kisser, get to it.” You pull him into a chaste kiss yourself before allowing the two to do it as well. Sandwiched in between the two, their heads leaning in and now you get to watch. They meet over your shoulder and you get the gift to grope the both of them as they sloppily make out with one another. Sneaking your hand under Jayce’s shirt, feeling his unflexed muscles. Your cold skin against his makes him groan into your boyfriend’s muzzle. Viktor uses this to prod his tongue in between the boy’s lips. Your arousal was growing with each noise they mustered out. Voices turned you on, what can you say? 

Well, boys whimpering did. You loved a man in distress. 

“Alright, alright, I’m getting jealous.” You pull them apart. “I want you both butt booty naked and kneeling before me.” You take off your shirt, Jayce gives you a look and you give one back. “I said what I said.” You roll your eyes as he goes straight to your bare chest. “Just kidding, I do want you to undress though.” You press your pointer fingers together, pretending to act shy. “Ew, that cringed me out.” You wave your hands out in disgust with yourself. 

The two laugh at you, Jayce doing as told though, throwing his shirt off with ease. Having to stand up to unbuckle his pants. You turn to Viktor who was slipping his sweatpants off but leaving his boxers. 

“Awe, the one’s I gifted you for your birthday!” You coo, your face was littered over the boxers, a little comment bubble pointed toward the crotch that said: “I fuck this dick every noight!” 

“Only ones cleaned.” He mumbles. Partially lying. They were the first ones he spotted when he thought the house was under attack. Not wanting to confront the robber wearing only a towel like you. “Sure.” You kiss him roughly. You get up from your spot and peel your shorts off, not wearing panties like you said. “Man, two dicks. All to myself.” Your tongue drags over your teeth. Jayce does what Viktor did, leaving only his boxers on. 

“Sit down, I need to plan what I’m going to do.” You faintly push the bigger man beside your boyfriend. You stand over them, naked, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jayce’s cock was throbbing against the tight fabric. Chambering him. 

Viktor was just as hard, needing to feel some sort of friction before he goes crazy. 

You then suddenly climb onto Jayce’s lap, kissing him before he can even process what’s happening. His hands on either side of him. You press your heated core against his member, grinding against him like a bitch in heat. Viktor helps out, directing his hands to your ass. “Squeeze it, she likes it.” He encourages, Jayce listens and you moan, pressing down harder on his cock. 

Earning a groan from him as well. Your tongues battle for domination. Surprisingly you lose, Jayce exploring the inside of your mouth as you were humping onto him. Viktor had pulled his boxers down, his dick springing out and slapping against his lower stomach. Dribbling spit onto his tip to use it as lube. 

Jayce’s eye peeks open, seeing it happen. His dick twitches against you. Closing the eye once again, smacking your ass and drawing you closer. You let out a small yelp, not expecting it from him. Jayce was going to retreat to apologize but you don’t let him. Almost to motivate him to do it again. 

Your wetness soaks the clothing over his girthy genitals. 

As you pull back, a string of saliva holds onto both of your lips and you grin at the nasty sight. You then look at your boyfriend. “You feel left out?” You pout, pulling him into a kiss. “Mhm…” He pumps his dick into his fist and you relish the vulnerable look he wears. “Sorry baby.” You muster against his lips. 

“Want to eat me out while I suck his pretty cock, hm?” You ask, still planted onto Jayce’s muscle, meaty lap. “Of course.” He nods his head for you, his eyes dark with lust. He was a munch for you. He loved making you cum over and over again all over his face. 

Now there you were, back arched, choking on Jayce’s girth master of a dick. Viktor behind you, slurping up all your juices that your pussy gifts upon him. Eating you out like a starved man. His swollen thumb teasing your muscled ring right above or normally below your pussy. 

Your hands gripped onto Jayce’s thighs as your head bobbed up and down on him. Attempting to take him all the way down each time. Jayce watched both of you, how you were so focused on his pleasure and Viktor seemed like he was doing it out of his own. Hearing Viktor whine and mewling into your sopping cunt. 

Your nails pressing into Jayce every now and then when you begin to gag on his length. “You’re ‘s good at this, ‘s good!” Jayce praises you, his hand going to your hair, moving it out of the way for you. Your eyes meet with his. You smile, now your attention grasping at his angry leaking tip. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck it. His mouth gapes, his hips rutting up to where you have to shove him back down. “F-fuck!” He cries out, you were insanely good at this. Your tongue swirled and swiped at the mushroom top. One of your hands now squeezes his base, twisting and turning up and down. 

“H-holy shit! ‘M gonna… slow down!” He yowls, it was intense. Out of nowhere. 

Viktor breathes on your pussy as he stops to watch what technique you were doing to your shared friend. He hums at it. Good one. He goes back to your core, ambushing your clit. 

His lips latched and locked with your folds and your legs were starting to shake. Even he had to hump himself into the edge of the couch. Hearing everything going on in the room. He had to relieve himself somehow. 

You push your ass back on your boyfriend’s face. His nose is deliberately in your hole as his tongue works on your nub. Your free hand spreads your ass cheek allowing a different feeling to erupt in your stomach.

Your mouth paused for a quick second before continuing. “Gonna cum, pretty.” He grunts, struggling to keep his pelvis in place knowing he was just going to get knocked back down on the cushion. You let out a small noise, encouraging him to let go. His breathing was ragged and out of order. His chest heaving up and down. 

Ropes of the velvety white liquid shooting in your mouth, you fully sheath the cock inside, hitting the back of your throat so you’d have no choice but swallow what was given to you. He felt his tip being gulped down as well with the motion of your throat. He puffed out, his muscles getting to relax now. 

“Goood boy…” You grin up at him, letting his soft flaccid dick fall against his skin. His head laid on the arm of the sofa, closing his eyes. It wasn’t for long though as he lifts himself back up to watch Viktor going to town on your pussy. His hands holding onto your thighs. Your face hiding into the cushion as you let out little, “hah’s” and “fuck’s” sneaking his name in there as well. 

Jayce’s dick was already starting to grow hard once again. 

“Vik ‘most there, pleeeaasee.” You sob, clawing at the fabric underneath you. Viktor’s tongue repeatedly licking at your clit, his bottom lip hitting it as well each time he closed his mouth before re-opening, keeping this motion. His nose also causes gratification for you. Your muscles tremble, stomach tightening and recoiling as your first orgasm of the day hits you. “A-amazing, f-fuuuck! ‘Love you ‘s much, vikkie.” You hiccup, toes curling and your thighs accidentally squeezing close as your pussy squirts, sputtering out juices all into Viktor’s mouth. Swallowing it all gone. Even licking you clean afterwards. 

He finally shrinks back, sitting on his left calf with half-lidded eyes and messed up hair. His mouth coaxed with you all over. You lay there for a moment, taking a breather. You gather your energy, sitting up on your knees. “That was- so hot!” You clap your hands happily. Jayce nods his head in agreement. “Your mouth is really intense, [Name].” He holds his dick in his hand like it was a gentle being. 

You snicker, giving yourself a pat on the back at the compliment. “Thank you, I practice everyday.” You then wink over to your boyfriend whose face flushes. “Now, I need to give my baby some attention.” You crawl over to said boyfriend. Pushing him to lay fully on the couch. “Gonna fuck you, soooo good.” You tell him as you straddle his hips.

You grab hold of his leaky cock, it was covered in precum making your hand all sticky. You lowered yourself onto him, your wall fluttering over his inches. “Sooo good!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head. You could never grow tired of his dick. So perfect for your cunt. 

Your hands go to the top of his chest as you fuck yourself on him. Bouncing up and down, one foot planted on the ground as the other is on the couch. Your knee bent near your chest. You had a shorter sofa so it worked beautifully. Your boobs jiggle in front of his face, his lips perfectly latching onto one. 

You hover over his face, watching him suck on your nipple like milk was actually able to come out. You grinned down at him only to ruin his fun by sitting back up, bringing your leg back up on the couch, both knees bent and you held onto them as you widen your stance. Rolling your hips back and forth. 

For a moment you truly forgot Jayce was behind you, watching you fuck yourself on your boyfriend like a slut. “Hah- you’ll get your ch-chance soon, promise~” You look back at him after hearing him grumble something under his breath. 

You keep your position for as long as you possibly could but the straining in your thigh muscles were starting to bother you. You fall to your knees, well adjust yourself. Still keeping Viktor’s dick deep inside you. He pushes himself into a sitting position, you pant against his chest. Holding onto him. “Sorry, one second.” You tell him, perking your ass out a little bit, trying to make yourself more comfortable. 

Jayce was getting impatient now. Having to be a bystander to all the fun the two of you were doing. Without warning he spreads your ass cheeks, you snap back at him. “Huh?” Your eyes were wide. “I need to fuck you.” He admits, no shame though. His dick spurting out precum. Twitching at you as you stared down at it. 

“Okay.” You say, lifting yourself off of Viktor who starts to whine but you shush him. “I have an idea.” You whisper, turning around, sinking back down on your boyfriend's length. You sit down on Viktor, leaning fully back against his chest. “Are you comfortable like this?” You quietly ask him to which he nods, grabbing at your thighs as he understands what you’re doing. 

Your ankles now in the air, and one of your hands traveled down to your pussy, spreading your lips, showcasing everything. “C’mon then.” You smack your own cunt, your fingers brushing against Viktor’s base. He flinches at the touch. Jayce ogles at your already full hole. Wondering how this was going to work. How he was going to fit with Viktor. Instead of taking too long he presses his tip at the top of your hole right on top of his buddy’s dick steadily, painfully slowly pushing himself in. You grit your teeth together, feeling the stretch.  

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” You mutter, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s wrists that held your legs up. “Are you okay?” He stops himself mid-way. “Keep going.” You bleat. 

As he’s fully inside you make both of them stay very still. “So full! Holy shit!” You squeal, gawking down at your magical pussy that encased two rather plump cocks. “I’m going to cum if you move at all.” You stare up at Jayce with worried eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?” It was his turn to ask for consent and you nod your head. “I’ll be fine, I just need to adapt.” You huff, leaning your head back for a moment. 

“Okay-” And right at the word Jayce was pumping himself in and out of you. It wasn’t what you were going to say but at this point you weren’t going to stop him as you shrill out, clinging onto Viktor. Viktor’s face hides in your shoulder at the feeling of Jayce’s cock rubbing against his own. “Fuck, so tight.” Jayce grumbles, pistoning in and out of you. 

You let out nonsense babbles, wanting to cry at the sheer pleasure you feel. It was nothing like you’ve ever felt. “Doin so so so good, love.” Viktor tells you, kissing your sweaty skin. Looking over you to watch Jayce’s thrusts. 

Jayce’s mouth wide open as he’s relentless fucking you. 

“How does it feel?” Viktor asks and you shake your head. “I- d-d- Fuck!” You tremble, not able to speak. Your pussy squirts juices onto their dicks, making a mess all over them. 

Jayce only keeps focus on his dick rummaging into you like a meekly little fuck doll. Viktor’s veins add extra fulfillment for him. His brain was mush as all he focused on was getting the three of you to cum. 

“Need you to cum, both of you!” He grunts, pulling you into a kiss before retreating and doing the same to Viktor. Both sloppy and careless. “Almost there!” Viktor whines in response. “Mhm~ m-me… shhhii-” You babbled, not making any sense but they both understood. Jayce’s thumb goes to your clit, the palm of his hand holding onto your lower stomach. Rubbing your nub vigorously, instantly sending you over. Your cunt gushes, outflowing clear fluid drastically. Your pussy pulsating and screaming at the pleasure it’s receiving. You sob, tears streaming down your face as Jayce is still unyielding away from you. 

Sending shock waves through you as your legs shudder and tremble. Viktor crashes next, his thick semen entering you in such a deep manner as it was tucked right against your walls. His tip pushing onto your gummy mushy spot. 

Jayce didn’t stop, his hips ferocious and neverending as he raced to his own high. Overstimulating the both of you. 

His thrusts were finally growing sloppy and slow, his pants were hefty and loud. Full of whines and low grunts all the same time. Finishing inside you, all three of your cum mixing with one another. He easily slips out, your pussy cries at the sudden emptiness, now only having Viktor. 

All your fluids trickled over his cock, pooling onto his pelvis. Jayce was mesmerized. 

The two of you were completely fucked out. Holding onto one another. You lay your legs down slowly but stayed on Viktor. “Jayce… you’re one hell of a- fuck.” You heave out, clutching your chest. “Sorry, I kinda got ahead of myself.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“Kinda?” Viktor deadpans. 

“I’m sorry!” He pouts. 

“It’s fine, it was so worth it.” You give a lopsided grin, tiredly staring up at the ceiling. 

Jayce helps you off of Viktor, all the juices flowing down your thighs leaving you to feel utterly dirty. “Let’s get you two cleaned up.” He announces, heading to your guy's shower and starting it. You glance back to your boyfriend who was covering his eyes with his forearm. “I can’t walk.” You tell him, your legs shaking as you stand there. He snorts at you, sitting up. Letting your guys’ cum spill onto the couch. It was a good thing you had covers on it. 

You were definitely going to have to deep clean it. Maybe get new covers. 

Jayce comes back, watching the both of you wobble like newborn giraffes. “Maybe I did go a little too hard.” He frowns, picking you up bridal style. “Stay here Vik, I’ll be back.” He promises your boyfriend who was too exhausted to not listen.

[gibberishfangirl]

Omg I love love loooovvee your wind breaker hcs! Could you do girlfriend reader leaving lipstick kisses on the boys? 😘💋

WIND BREAKER | love marks

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Kaji Ren, Toma Hiragi, Jo Togame

Contains ✰ indirectly getting caught, teasing, reader did it on purpose in some scenarios, content of the boys getting confronted by their friends

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ unfortunately Sakura failed to realize the stain your nude pink-ish colored lipstick left on the corner of his lip before leaving to meet his friends

❤︎ “oh my Sakura~ i do wonder what you were doing before getting here” Suo immediately teased with a charming smile

❤︎ Sakura looked at Suo and his friends suspiciously as they were all grinning ear to ear at him. the man hated being put on the spot which is something they were painfully aware of

❤︎ Nirei was the first one to crack while letting out a nervous laugh and saying “Sakura you got a little something here.” while pointing at his lips

❤︎ Sakura bolted out of his seat to run into the restroom as his friends all laughed at his sudden movement

❤︎ his face had a furious blush scattered across his cheeks as he spotted the mark on his lips

❤︎ he roughly scrubbed off the make up for about five minutes with water and a paper towel. jeez— who knew removing make up can be so hard?

❤︎ he yanked his phone out of his pocket to send you a message only to find that you already texted him one of your own

❤︎ your message read: hope you enjoyed your little surprised Haru <3

❤︎ why you little—

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Umemiya was a different case, this man was so shameless it was actually hard to make him be embarrassed of anything

❤︎ so when Hiragi finally told him about the pink kiss stain on his cheek he didn’t have much of a reaction and continued the meeting as if he didn’t receive such information

❤︎ it was only after the meeting that he decided to wipe off the stain with the palm of his hand

❤︎ update: it didn’t work, he simply just smeared it around with that motion instead of it actually working

❤︎ he didn’t bother to remove it after that, he simply just shrugged and chuckled with a “i guess that’s that.” while Hiragi facepalmed

❤︎ since he couldn’t get it off the first time he just walked around the whole day with the smeared kiss mark on his cheek

❤︎ no one else really dared to point it out so he nearly forgot about it until he had seen you again and you let out a gasp

❤︎ it was safe to say that you were more embarrassed than he was as you began to apologize profusely

❤︎ “i’m so sorry Ume!! i didn’t see that on you before i left!” “it’s okay, i barely even noticed it.” is the only thing he’d say in response before leaning in for another kiss

❤︎ he never really learns, does he?

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Suo was so suave and calm most of the time that it was hard to even imagine that he’d miss something like this

❤︎ you thought about all the ways you could catch him off guard just to see him not be able to smoothly charm his way out of things

❤︎ that’s when the idea came to you; to plant a kiss mark without him noticing. you did it while you hugged him goodbye so the mark landed on his jawline

❤︎ surprisingly enough no one actually realized he had the mark or even caught onto it. not even Nirei saw it despite standing the closest to him the whole day

❤︎ Suo eventually saw it once he saw himself in the mirror at the end of the day. you had left the mark around 8am just for him to barely notice it at 10pm—

❤︎ he almost missed it but then once he tilted his chin higher the mark became more visible

❤︎ he simply shrugged and snapped a photo of it to send it to you as he assumed it was an accident

❤︎ “hey love, i think you accidentally marked me XD” “YOU JUST REALIZED THAT?” “what you mean ‘just’? O.O” “nvm”

❤︎ he took another look at the mark and reconsidered the possibility of it being an accident. the only words he mumbled out was “how sneaky” before a small smile caught his lips

❤︎ he’ll definitely remember this as he plans to get you back another day

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Nirei spends a lot of the time looking at himself in the mirror so he notices it pretty fast in comparison to all the other boys

❤︎ it’s hard to catch the man lacking when he spends a lot of the time looking at his outfits for hours. of course he notices every small detail about himself

❤︎ he was glad he caught it in time he most likely would’ve became a stammering mess if any of his friends had been the one to point it out

❤︎ at least he was glad until he realized he couldn’t get the product off

❤︎ he scrubbed and scrubbed but the make up was super strong. it wasn’t coming off even to save his life

❤︎ he unrelectuntaty had to go meet Sakura and Suo with the mark smeared around his lips

❤︎ Sakura noticed it immediately and asked “did you bust your lip??? who did that to you?” already getting ready to find whoever hurt his friend

❤︎ Sakura was a dimwit when it came to these things so he didn’t realize what it was and automatically assumed it was a busted lip

❤︎ Suo let out a sigh and chuckle to Sakura’s reaction since unlike him, Suo was fully aware of what it actually was

❤︎ despite knowing what it was Suo didn’t expose Nirei in the moment and left Sakura in the dark. however, that didn’t mean Nirei was safe. Suo was definitely going to bring this up again some other time

Kaji Ren ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Ren was always careful about how his appearance looked like. not that he actually cared but mainly because he didn’t need anyone else catching onto what activities he may have been participating in with you

❤︎ he typically made sure he didn’t look disheveled before heading out but today was different since he was in a rush to get to a meeting

❤︎ he had gotten so carried away in his heated make out session with you that he didn’t have enough time to pamper himself and needed to run out the door

❤︎ his hair was a slight mess which he was able to easily fix with his hands as he smoothed out the mess before seeing Hiragi

❤︎ Hiragi quirked an eyebrow up while letting out the smallest smirk. it was so fast Ren almost missed it. keyword: almost.

❤︎ “what’s that face for?” Ren immediately put up a defensive tone. “nothing, just seems like you been having a lot of fun.” Hiragi teased before yanking on Ren’s collar to expose the red mark on it

❤︎ Ren’s face slightly dropped before pulling himself back together. he shoved the collar of his shirt into his hoodie trying to hide it while mumbling the quickest lie he could think of.

❤︎ “i got into a fight before getting here… must be some old blood” “oh yeah, it must be in that case.” Hiragi sarcastically responded sparing his friend the embarrassment

Toma Hiragi ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ his whole group of underclassmen were on his ass as soon as they all spotted the mark on his neck

❤︎ he cursed the day he was born before taking some medication for all the headaches they were giving him that day

❤︎ “tsk. kids. you wouldn’t understand, none of you can even get a partner if you tried.” is the he only thing he would tell them if they continued to pry into getting him to say how he got the mark

❤︎ of course that response gathered an uproar from the kiddos as they took the insult to the heart. some hurt because they knew it was true with their lack of flirting skills

❤︎ the teasing got so bad even Umemiya had to tell them to back off after some time, knowing how stressed and overwhelmed Hiragi can get

❤︎ definitely not one of his most finest days but didn’t dread on it for long since things happen

❤︎ you were very apologetic once you heard about the day he had from others

❤︎ “i’m so sorry Toma!” you’d embrace him in a hug while nonstop apologizing

❤︎ unfortunately for you, your boyfriend could be quite a tease at times so a smirk made its way up to his lips before saying “it’s okay, maybe you can make it up to me by leaving me another?”

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ it took Togame the longest to realize the kiss stain on his shirt out of all the boys

❤︎ due to his previous reputation, no one knew whether or not they should point it out. they weren’t too fond of the idea of getting beat up by the giant man so no one told him anything

❤︎ the only one who finally pointed it out was Choji as he asked why Jo had a chocolate stain on his shirt (you had been wearing a brown nude shade of lipstick which is why Choji mistakes it for chocolate)

❤︎ “huh? i didn’t eat chocolate today.” Togame would respond confusedly to his short friend while pulling on his shirt to find the stain

❤︎ “oh, then what is it?” Choji was genuinely intrigued by the conversation now as he wanted a response.

❤︎ Jo’s face turned a small shade of light pink remembering the prior events that occurred earlier that day

❤︎ “…nevermind. it’s chocolate. i just forgot i had some before coming here.” lies

❤︎ despite how bold Togame can be he most definitely did not want to have that talk with his longest friend

❤︎ Choji gave his friend a look that read ‘seriously?’ which Togame decided to ignore. he had bigger things to deal with… like finding you and getting more kisses

[lokidjarin-7567]

Kinktober Day 7: Secret Relationship

Spencer Reid x you

Contents: fem!reader x Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), oral sex fem receiving, flashbacks, ooey gooey feelings

W/C: 3.2k

Ok so I’m behind again, oops, but I’m proud of this one! Again, not the kinkiest but I got carried away with the fluff and I also got into a cipher-related rabbit hole so I hope you enjoy regardless :))

PS: This is also a love letter to pre-boyband hair season 5 Spencer, AKA my favourite hair era, as depicted below

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“Do you want to grab some coffee?” A voice whispered beside you, a touch too close to be just colleagues. You smiled uncontrollably, heart rate picking up as his hand brushed across your back.

“Sounds good.”

That’s how you found yourself pressed against the door of the copy room, Spencer’s lips on yours, his hand up your skirt.

“We’ve got time, baby…” He practically whined between kisses, bucking his hips into yours.

“Spence! We have…“ you checked you watch absentmindedly, “5 minutes until briefing.” He grinned.

“I take that as a challenge…”

His head started to dip, moving to kneel down, but you grabbed his hair with a fake gasp of disbelief, pulling him back up to his usual height, looming over you.

“Oh honey, I don’t doubt you could, but I’m not sure these walls are soundproof.” Your fingers moved to his cheek, and he sighed into your lips, his hands returning to your waist and squeezing.

“But you left so early this morning, I didn't have time to start your day right…” You were grinning ear to ear, noses bumping into each other clumsily, and you whimpered into his mouth as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.

“I know, I know, I’ll make it up to you later, I promise…” You kissed him one last time with finality, pushing off the door and smoothing your skirt, but he was slightly less keen to leave, pressing himself against your hip as he helped straighten your hair and lip gloss. “I should probably leave first. You clearly need a minute.” He huffed behind you, but you had already slipped out of the room, heading into the bullpen as if nothing had happened.

You’d had a crush on him for a long time before anything happened. You joined the team a couple of years ago as a linguistics and code-breaking expert - something that was surprisingly helpful in the cases the BAU took on. You’d harboured years of butterflies, coy glances, occasional hand grazes… and you thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it. You’d known it was unrequited - he never so much as looked in your direction unless he was asking your opinion on something he was working on. It was starting to get to you. Your feelings had slowly been growing, swelling in your chest as you watched from afar, to the point where you had considered transferring departments. And then it all changed.

It was a case in California; a serial killer who was carving encrypted messages into his victims posthumously, only you had no idea what cipher he had used. You and Spencer had been working tirelessly for days to crack it while the rest of the team were searching for physical evidence, and it was a distraction you were grateful for. Even though you were working alone with him in close quarters, it was one of the few times you could briefly forget about your feelings, too consumed with your work to allow yourself to think about him.

It was night 3 of sleeping at the station. JJ had predicted it was going to happen, moving your go bags from the hotel to the precinct on the first day, and you and Spencer had been taking turns napping on the small couch whenever you physically couldn't keep your eyes open. You were sleep deprived and strung out, but you were close. You could feel it. You knew it wasn’t a shift cipher or some kind of alternate alphabet converted back and forth - you had exhausted every possibility of that days ago. You had been testing more complex ciphers, Garcia running everything imaginable through software to attempt to decipher it, but with no luck.

“What haven’t we tried?” Spencer muttered, pacing the room after a last ditch attempt at some kind of converted polybius square. Garcia was on speaker, confirming that she had tried every option available to her twice over.

“I mean, at this point, it could only be some kind of complex Vigenère cipher that somehow hasn’t been deciphered through Garcia’s software, or…” You didn’t even want to say the other option aloud - just the thought that three days work would’ve been completely wasted sent a shiver through your body.

“Or it’s a one-time pad.” Spencer said what you were too scared to, collapsing on the sofa with a sigh.

“A one-time pad? Is that the…”

“Unbreakable cipher. Yeah.” He confirmed.

“Unless…” A thought struck you, and you stood to the whiteboard you had set up in the room, scribbling down the ciphertext from the first body and converting it to numbers. “We need to think about this from the unsub’s point of view. He wouldn’t use a true OTP because if he truly wanted to hide this code, he wouldn’t carve it on his victims. But, the key might not be random.”

“Yeah, but then it would’ve been picked up on Garcia’s systems…”

“Not if each body had a different key….” You had written and converted the next two bodies’ codes while you were speaking, and you stood back briefly, showing Spencer what you had written. “We’ve been collating the messages and running them as a whole, but…do you see a pattern?” He paused, eyes scanning over the board frantically, and then he calmed visibly, a wave of realisation hitting his features. You smiled as he saw what you did, standing quickly and grabbing another pen to scrawl the keys beneath each.

“The Bible.” He whispered. “A Vigenère is hardest to break if the key is as long as the plaintext. Seven letters. Six letters. Nine letters. Genesis. Exodus. Leviticus.”

“It might work.” He nodded, brow furrowed in thought as he stared at the lettering.

“Let’s try it.” He wrote the corresponding letters as you did the sums, converting them back to the alphabet and - to your shock and relief - it was making sense.

P. L. E. A. S. E. H. …

E. L. P. M. E. I. …

C. A. N. T. S. T. O. P. J. …

“Garcia, can you read the last body please? The one we don’t have photos for yet…”

“No need.” Spencer muttered, writing it down without glancing up. You forgot how immaculate his memory was sometimes.

“Thank you.” It was seven letters. Perfect. You wrote numbers, he converted, you did the sum and muttered the letters aloud…

A. M. E. S. T. O. L.

“James. James ‘tol’? Is that a name, or the start of one?” Garcia asked over the speaker, but Spencer wasn’t listening, muttering to himself as he moved to the files quickly, flipping through them.

“No, I…” You answered for him, “I think Spence is onto something Pen…”

“Get Hotch on the line.” He barked, finding what he was looking for and bringing it to you.

“Hotch here…” A tired voice rung out in the small room just as you realised what Spencer was showing you, a gasp escaping your lips.

“It was David.” He breathed immediately, his words tumbling out at a breakneck speed. “The message on the bodies said something about James followed by T-O-L, and that reminded me of your interview…”

“David kept referring to a colleague throughout the interview, a James, that ordered him around a lot…”

“If he kills again, I bet the phrase would be completed. James told me to, maybe?” You mused, and Spencer nodded.

“Garcia, have you got his file.”

“Yes, I’m opening it now and… oh my god.”

“What is it?”

“He had a brother called James. Hung himself when David was 11.”

“And all of his victims died from strangulation.” The pieces had fallen perfectly into place.

“Address?”

The unsub’s home had been closer to the hotel, so Hotch and the rest of the team went to his listed address, leaving you and Spencer to wait nervously in the precinct. You were pacing frantically, knotting your hands as the sound of your heavy boots echoed throughout the room. Spencer cooed your name calmly, and you turned to him, blushing lightly. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, leant forwards with his arms on his knees looking up at you with… a look you’d never seen before. Concern mixed with something else, something foreign to you. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with a kind smile.

“Just sit for a minute. Try and relax.” You nodded weakly, perching on the edge and trying to still your racing heart, leg bouncing and hands still twisting in each other with nervous energy.

“Sorry, I… I know we’ve done our bit now but I hate not being there when the team are apprehending him…”

“I know what you mean,” he muttered. You sat in silence for a few minutes, mind racing with what might be happening. What if he was armed? What if he’d decided to shoot his way out? They could all be dead right now, and you would have no idea….

Spencer’s phone rang. He stood, answering it quickly. It was Emily, and you heard him mutter a few affirmatives, smile playing across his features.

“Did they…” You asked as soon as he hung up, and he nodded.

“Yep, it went perfectly. He’s in custody, and they’re on their way back now.” The relief you felt was palpable, a sigh falling from you as he sat back down on the sofa next to you, sinking into it and resting his head back, mirroring your position.

You hadn’t realised your leg was still bouncing until his hand fell to it. Your breath caught in your throat as he squeezed lightly, stilling you effortlessly. He was so warm, slender fingers fanned out across the space just above your knee, and it took a moment for you to compose yourself. You turned your head, and he was already gazing at you, the mysterious expression from earlier back, his dark eyes meeting yours with warmth.

“You were incredible today…” He muttered, hand still resting on his leg, and you couldn’t help but blush. He was the most intelligent person you knew, and likely would ever know, and even without your feelings being involved, a complement from him was about the highest praise a person could get in your line of work.

“Thank you, but I couldn’t have done it without you…”

“Bullshit.” He whispered, and you laughed.

“Ok, maybe I could’ve, but it would’ve taken me twice as long.” He chuckled then, eyes scanning over your face with an intensity you only saw when he was trying to analyse something. It felt as though his eyes were boring into your skin, and you had to look away, heart near beating out of your chest. His hand shifted slightly on your leg, and oh sweet Jesus you just remembered it was still there. It had a strange affect on you - like when you put a harness on a cat and they suddenly couldn’t walk. You were frozen solid, trying to breath and staring at the ceiling.

Then his hand touched your chin. It was light, delicate, just guiding your eyes back to his and it wasn’t until that moment you finally realised what that look had been, the one you couldn’t identify. It was a reflection of what you had been feeling for months. The longing, the restraint, the need that swirled up inside you every time you stole a glance at him, and now, seeing those same emotions in his soft eyes, it was sobering. He wanted you too.

He moved first, gently pulling your lips to his and kissing you, light as a feather. It was tentative and sweet, so unsure and your body took a second to process that the thing you had been imagining for years was actually happening. And then you smiled, hands moving to the base of his neck, fingers twisting into his gorgeous hair and you pulled him back to you, lips clashing in a kiss full of years of pent up desire and desperation. You felt his body relax under your touch as the kiss deepened, his hands wandering to trail your waist and hips, before tangling in your hair and holding tight, pulling you closer. You had twisted until you were practically on his lap, hands falling to his shirt and bunching it up as his tongue finally hit yours, every bone in your body turning to jelly as you tasted him. It was magnetic, everything you had wanted for a long time finally coming to fruition and you couldn’t even break away for a second of air, so lost in him that breathing was no longer important.

And then the Precinct door banged open, and you jumped away as though you had been electrocuted. You laughed, cursing quietly as you tried to smooth your hair, tousled from his hands, while he just smiled, gazing at you.

“Spencer!” You whisper-shouted at him, still grinning uncontrollably, and he finally moved, straightening his shirt and placing his jacket over his lap. You giggled like a school girl, standing and moving to the whiteboard to try and convey a more believable working situation, and to put some distance between you and him, not sure how well you’d be able to hide your smile if he was so close to you.

You still jumped when Rossi opened the door to the room, although, you were more surprised when he didn’t speak. You turned to him, confused, and he pointed at Spencer. When you followed his eye line, you realised he was pretending to sleep, head slouched to one side and mouth slightly parted. He looked beautiful.

It had been six months, and you were stronger than ever. You honestly weren't sure how you were still keeping it a secret. You had had years of practice when you were just pining after him, sure, but it was a hell of a lot harder to not give anything away when every time you looked at him, you got flashbacks to the night before. Even if the team somehow did suss out a vibe, no one said anything, which was something you were grateful for. Spence was a lot better than you at masking his feelings, so anyone who noticed something probably assumed you just had a crush on him. Which was true enough.

You had managed to avoid looking at him the entire briefing, which was honestly a miracle, but your mind was ever so slightly distracted by your rendezvous in the copy room. As JJ spoke, you heard something about male victims, and she might have mentioned Tennessee, but all you could think about was that travel meant your date night plans were cancelled. And you were always cautious in hotels - too close to your other colleagues. It was hit or miss; sometimes, the fear of it was fun, the idea that someone could knock and catch you in the act, but if you had adjoining rooms with any of your teammates… well, them hearing you scream his name might just be a bit awkward. So, naturally, all you could think about now was finishing what you started earlier. You wanted this meeting to be over, to get him somewhere private and to let him completely wreck you before the long plane ride, to get this idea out of your head so you could focus on the case at hand. And then, at last, came the magic words…

“Wheels up in 20.”

The team dispersed quickly, and you caught Spencer’s sleeve just before he left the room.

“My car?” You muttered, earning a grin.

“Change your mind, baby?”

“Shut up.” You smiled. “I’ll meet you down there…”

“What’re you doing?” You practically whimpered, as he opened the passenger door instead of joining you in the backseat. He chuckled.

“Just making space.” You were about to ask what for, when he deftly moved the seat forwards, before getting in the back. Oh. You grinned as he pressed his lips to yours with hunger, backing you into the corner and you let yourself be dwarfed by him. His fingers trailed your collarbone, to your waist, and gripping onto your thigh with urgency. You whined as his lips left yours, earning another soft laugh. He managed to fit his tall frame mostly in the footwell, pushing your skirt up to your hips as you bit your lip, admiring him. He was so beautiful, the way his hair fell over his face, his earnest eyes, almost pleading in the way he looked up at you, his long fingers that so deftly moved your panties to one side.

“Can you…” he muttered gesturing to his hair, and you giggled, hand running through the front locks and holding them away from his face. Your leg draped over his back as his head dipped, tongue going straight to your folds, lips circling your core and kissing your sensitive bud with a hum of contentment. Your body relaxed into him, moan escaping your lips. He’d always been enthusiastic about eating you out, and you’d never complained about it. He was good. Really good. And today was no different.

He was lapping you up, relishing every taste and you were getting closer to your orgasm with every circle around your clit, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Spence…” you managed to gasp out, writhing in the seat, “fingers…” He didn’t hesitate for a second, one of the hands firmly holding your thighs apart trailed down to your centre, two fingers slipping into your soaking core. Your groan was filthy as he found that spot that made your toes curl with such perfect precision it was blinding.

“Oh god Spencer…” you choked out between moans and pants… “baby I’m so close…” Your hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned into you, sending a wave of pleasure through you that sent you over the edge into that searing hot pleasure you were so used to receiving from him. He held onto you as you rode it out, his tongue still circling you until you were finished, finally stopping when you started to whine and squirm from overstimulation.

“Fucking hell, Spence.” You muttered, as he gently returned your panties and carefully let your skirt fall back around you. You watched in awe as he quickly licked his fingers clean, but it was mostly pointless, as his lips and chin were covered in your slick. You giggled.

“You might have to rinse your face before you join the team.” He grinned, pressing his lips to yours with force, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, making you hum into him.

“Now you will too.”

After a quick clean-up in the parking lot toilets, you both joined the rest of the team, entrances tactically staggered. For once, you couldn’t help but look at him, stealing glances as much as possible, watching as his hands scanned pages as he read and all you could think about is what those hands were doing to you just minutes earlier.

When you started looking into the case, you would be focussed, fully invested, but… you just wanted to stay in this headspace a moment longer. A happy one. A scary one still, for sure, but a fun kind of scary. A hopeful kind of scary. It was peaceful. And peaceful moments were rare in your line of work. His eyes caught yours, sending you a soft smile, and you knew you were in for the long haul, no matter how many people you had to lie or, or how much time you had to hide it for. It was all worth it for the moments of peace with him.

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[yeostinys]

Cry For Me (Sequel)

Pairing: DomCEO!Hongjoong x SubSecretary!Reader

Genre: Smut 18+, Angst, light fluff

Notes: Dacryphilia (y/n is a major cry baby), mentions of cheating (don’t do it yall, this is just fiction), Unprotected sex (please wrap it up, don’t do this irl), oral sex (f & m receiving), masturbation, explicit language.

Word Count: 15k

Authors note: This is pure horny imagination and in NO WAY, reflects on the characters in real life! If you do not like this type of content pls ignore or block me.

Pt. 1 | Pt. 3 (surpriseeeeee)

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You awoke to the bright morning sun streaming through the curtains of an unfamiliar room, its warmth illuminating the space in soft golden hues. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, and when they did, you noticed the serene figure beside you—Hongjoong, peacefully asleep, his dark hair tousled and his lips slightly parted. His arms draped possessively over your waist, anchoring you to the bed. A rush of memories from the night before flooded your mind, igniting sensations that sent a thrill down your spine: the electric brush of his fingers against your skin, the roughness of his lips capturing yours, and the way he had filled you so perfectly.

Turning your gaze, you caught sight of the clock on the nightstand.

7:30 AM.

Your work shift starts soon. However, your boss who should be waiting for you in the office… is next to you, in his bed.

You stared up at the ceiling, lost in contemplation. Thoughts spiraled in your mind, revisiting the recent choices that had brought you to this moment. Your relationship with Siwoo had been stagnant, filled with a heaviness that had begun to suffocate you. You couldn’t ignore the truth any longer: you wanted to explore whatever was blossoming between you and Hongjoong. But the boundaries of professionalism loomed large, a constant reminder of the risks you were about to take.

After sending that weighty text message to Siwoo last night—declaring your choice to end things—you had shut your phone off, unwilling to hear his response. Besides, you were too occupied being entangled with Hongjoong on his massive plush bed. Now, as you lay there, a part of you hesitated, fearing the truth that awaited in those unread messages.

With a quiet sigh, you turned your gaze back to Hongjoong, letting your thoughts drift to the perfect features of his face. Your heart tightened at the memory of his confession, the vulnerability he had shown you last night. You couldn't deny the growing affection blossoming within you. Deep down, you felt certain that Hongjoong truly cared for you, and the thought sent warmth coursing through your veins. You wanted to care for him, too.

You tried to carefully move yourself from his embrace. But just as you began to shift, his hand shot out, gripping your arm gently yet firmly. You gasped, surprised by his sudden awareness.

“Where are you going?” His morning voice was raspy. He cracked open one eye, peering at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Oh—back to my place…” you stammered, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. “I have work in an hour…”

Hongjoong’s grip tightened as he tugged you closer, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Hm, you just slept with your boss, and you’re still trying to be on time. How cute,” he teased, the glint in his eye making your heart race even faster.

Your embarrassment mingled with a rush of excitement, a chaotic blend of fear and exhilaration flooding your senses.

“I—It’s just… you have an important meeting today to finalize a project… sir…” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Hongjoong let out a heavy sigh, the sound filled with a mix of frustration and understanding. He shifted, his body hovering over yours, his presence both comforting and overwhelming.

“Y/N, I know last night was unexpected, but please don’t act like nothing happened,” he said softly, his gaze searching your face for any sign of clarity.

You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks, unsure how to respond. Nodding seemed like the safest option, even as your heart thudded painfully in your chest. Confusion tangled with a yearning to voice your concerns, but the words eluded you.

“Let’s go. Let me get ready, and then I’ll take you to your house. We can head to work together,” Hongjoong suggested, shifting away and rising from the bed. The sight of him slipping on a pair of boxers stirred a mix of emotions inside you—desire, worry, uncertainty.

“Hongjoong… won’t it look suspicious if we arrive at work together?” You pulled the sheets around your waist, as you sat up. The question lingered in the air, a nagging worry that tugged at your thoughts.

He turned around to face you. His hands resting on his hips as he looks at your figure.

“Is that really what you’re worried about?” he asked, his voice a blend of amusement and sincerity. He walks back to you and sits on the mattress.

“You’re my secretary, Y/N,” he continued, his tone softening slightly. “If you’re worried, we can say we had an early meeting.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss that sent a wave of warmth surging through you, deepening the conflict brewing within.

“You don’t have to worry about what anyone says. If anyone tries to talk about us, or if they say anything about you, I’ll handle it. I can just fire them,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek, each word a promise that lingered in the air.

“Hongjoong, that’s not…” The weight of reality pressed down on you, and suddenly, emotions surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming and intense. Tears spilled down your cheeks, their warmth shocking you as they traced paths down your skin.

“Hey…” His voice softened, a mix of surprise and concern lacing his words. “Baby. Talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He cradled your cheeks, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that fell.

“I want to be with you, Hongjoong… I just feel like I’ve crossed a line, like I’ve broken our professionalism,” you confessed, your voice trembling, each word laced with the weight of your turmoil.

“Y/N, I was the one who broke those boundaries,” he replied, lifting your chin so that your eyes met his. “I took that risk and chose to pursue you.” His gaze bore into yours, earnest and unwavering.

“I think I may have acted too hastily last night,” you softly say, the admission tasting bittersweet on your tongue. “I need time.”

“Time for what, baby?” Hongjoong’s voice dropped to a whisper, concern etched across his features as his heart clenched at your words.

“To fix my situation… Siwoo will probably want an explanation after I left him over text…” you murmured, feeling the weight of your choices settle heavily upon you. Hongjoong’s expression shifted, determination mixed with something deeper as he absorbed your words.

“Y/N, he doesn’t need an explanation—” Hongjoong began, but he stopped himself, recognizing the urgency in your eyes. He dropped his hands from your face, respecting your need for space.

“Hongjoong… I know he doesn’t. But I just can’t handle it that way. I want to do this right—for my own sake,” you said, struggling to project confidence even as your heart trembled.

“I want to be with you, Hongjoong. Just let me figure this out first. When I’m ready, I promise I’ll come to you… please?” The sincerity in your plea hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and lingering desires.

Hongjoong took a moment to absorb your words, his heart heavy with understanding. It was one of the many reasons he fell for you—your morals, your commitment to doing what felt right. A part of him scolded himself for putting you in this position, for effortlessly having you succumbed to his advances, leading you to break your own morals. Yet, another part of him reveled in the power he held over you, a power that felt intoxicating, even as he recognized the gravity of your emotions.

The way you had responded to him, almost as if he could mold you to fit his desires. But the weight of that power was a double-edged sword, and he felt the sharpness of it cut deep. He knew that despite his influence, the power you held over him was immeasurable. It was your strength, your conviction, that grounded him and made him strive to be better. In that moment of clarity, he realized that he wanted to support you, to stand by your side as you navigated your feelings and decisions. He would never want to jeopardize the morals you held dear. No, he wanted to be the reason you felt empowered, not the reason you felt conflicted. The dynamic between you was complex, a delicate balance of power and vulnerability.

Hongjoong understood that while he could push boundaries, it was ultimately your choices that mattered most. He longed for a connection that honored both of your strengths, one built on mutual respect and love. And as he sat there contemplating, he made a silent vow to always cherish and protect the heart of the woman he adored.

“If he hurts you, I will kill him,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice low and intense as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. When he pulled away, he brushed away a lingering tear with a gentle finger, his gaze unwavering.

You nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling deep within you, grounding you amid the chaos.

“Let me get ready,” he said, rising from the bed and walking toward the door, the moment hanging heavy with unspoken feelings. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the promise of what was yet to come.

———

Arriving at your apartment, you unbuckle the seatbelt in Hongjoong’s car, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. You turn to him, your heart racing slightly.

“You can come inside if you want…” you offer. A soft smile spreads across Hongjoong’s face as he nods. Together you make your way to your front door, the atmosphere quiet and contemplative.

“I’m going to shower real quick. Please make yourself comfortable,” you say softly, a hint of nervousness in your tone.

“Of course,” he replies, his smile warm as he watches you disappear into the bathroom.

Left alone, Hongjoong takes a moment to explore your space. He glances around, taking in the photos that line the walls—memories frozen in time, each image a glimpse into your life. His eyes fall on a particular picture of you and Siwoo, both smiling widely, captured in a moment of joy. A scoff escapes him; the image feels like a reminder of a life you were ready to leave behind. Hongjoong’s jaw tightens as he rolls his eyes, a deep breath escaping his lips. He knows the complexity of this situation, the emotional fallout from your two-year relationship weighing heavily on both of you. He sighs softly, you made him feel things he hadn’t anticipated, he wants you all to himself. But he knew he had to be patient, to respect the delicate balance of your emotions.

After your shower, you change into fitted slacks and a sleek black buttoned blouse. You quickly do your regular routine of getting ready for the day, not wanting to make Hongjoong wait any longer. As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up with notifications, and your stomach sinks. Fifty missed alerts from Siwoo stare back at you, an overwhelming wave of dread washing over. You can’t bring yourself to open them, so you quickly shove your phone into your purse.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you make your way to find Hongjoong. “I’m ready,” you announce, and he rises from the couch.

“Let’s go,” he says, with a soft smile.

——

Inside the car, the air was thick with tension, broken only by the relentless vibrations of your phone. Each buzz felt like a persistent reminder of the chaos you were trying to escape.

“Y/N, you should to respond to him,” Hongjoong said, his voice low and authoritative as he kept his eyes fixed on the road. There was an edge to his tone that made it clear he wasn’t asking.

You turned to him, taken aback by the intensity in his gaze.

“Or at least see what he wants. The constant buzzing is getting on my nerves,” he added, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, but there was an undercurrent of impatience that betrayed his facade.

Feeling a heat rise in your cheeks, you muttered an apology and reached for your phone, heart racing. The screen illuminated your notifications, messages that you were too afraid to read fully. You hesitated, the anxiety coiling tighter in your chest, and ultimately decided against opening them in front of Hongjoong. Instead, you switched your phone to sleep mode, the screen darkening as you tried to suppress the turmoil within.

“What did he say?” Hongjoong’s tone remained steady as he parked the car.

“Ah, nothing,” you replied. You forced a smile, though it felt fragile, ready to shatter under the weight of his scrutiny.

Hongjoong’s eyebrow arched, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. He didn’t want to pry, but he couldn’t help but be bothered by the way he felt about this situation. You were vulnerable, and that stirred something possessive in him. He wanted to shield you from Siwoo and anyone else who dared to threaten your peace. That selfish part of him yearned for you—wanting you to be his, wholly and completely.

As the silence stretched between you, he realized he was wrestling with his own desires. It was a delicate balance: the urge to be there for you and the fear of pushing too hard, of making you feel rushed or pressured. He could live with the selfishness, as long as it meant you remained in his life. But for the sake of you. He tries to calm himself down. And with that, you two exit the car, making your way up to the building.

———

You tried to navigate the busy day as normally as possible, accompanying Hongjoong to his meetings, organizing his schedule, and tackling the last-minute tasks that piled up on your desk. With each passing hour, you appreciated the way he mirrored your efforts, striving to keep things as routine as he could. It was clear that he genuinely wanted you to feel comfortable, that he respected your choices, even as the weight of your situation lingered between you.

During a brief moment of respite, you found yourself lingering in the coffee room, the scent of freshly brewed coffee swirling around you as you stared at your phone. Finally, after much hesitation, you decided to confront the flood of messages from Siwoo. Anxiety tightened its grip on your chest as you opened the thread.

Siwoo:

- What do you mean you want to break up?

- You can’t just leave like that without an explanation.

- Do you know who you’re dealing with?

- After everything I have done for you, this is really low of you.

- Answer my calls, Y/N.

- Where are you?

The list went on, each message a reminder of the turmoil you were trying to escape. A sudden wave of emotion washed over you, threatening to spill over as you fought to hold back tears. You didn’t want to make a scene, not here, not now. Taking a deep breath, you inhaled slowly, releasing it in a heavy sigh that echoed your internal struggle.

With shaky fingers, you finally mustered the courage to respond.

Y/N: Can we meet after my shift? I get off early today.

You hesitated, the thought of confronting Siwoo in person filling you with dread. You didn’t want to hash this out over the phone, not when everything felt so raw. Almost instantly, your phone buzzed with his reply.

Siwoo: That’s fine. But what took you so long to reply? I’ve been trying to reach you.

Y/N: Sorry, I had a long day yesterday and fell asleep.

A pang of guilt shot through you as you typed the words, a familiar shame settling in your stomach. But it felt necessary; a protective barrier between you and the storm that was Siwoo’s jealousy. You knew that he had a tendency toward aggression when provoked, and you wanted to avoid igniting that fury. Deep down, you understood that your choice to be unfaithful had been wrong. Yet, it felt equally wrong to ignore how Siwoo had broken your trust long before you ever crossed that line.

As you placed your phone back on the counter, the gravity of your situation pressed heavily against your chest.

As you make your way back to your desk, the weight of the afternoon’s distractions clings to you. You try to immerse yourself in work, pouring over spreadsheets and memos, but your mind is a relentless storm, swirling with thoughts that refuse to be silenced.

“Y/N?” The soft, familiar voice breaks through your reverie. You look up to find Hongjoong standing before you, an easy confidence in his stance that sets your heart racing. The mere sight of him sends a rush of warmth to your cheeks. You can’t help but wish you could just leap into his arms and escape the world outside.

“Yes, Sir?” you respond, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“I have a few files I need you to look over. Please follow me to my office,” he says, his tone calm yet inviting. You nod, swallowing the fluttering excitement in your chest, and fall in step behind him as he leads you down the hallway to his office.

Once inside, he strides to his desk and powers up his computer. The soft hum of machinery fills the room as he pulls out his chair and gestures for you to sit. Your brow furrows in confusion.

“You want me to sit in your chair, sir?” you ask, surprised.

“Yes, Y/N. Just so you can clearly see the concerns I have,” he chuckles lightly, his laughter sending a thrill through you. You hesitate, then shift into his chair, acutely aware of his presence behind you.

Hongjoong leans closer, his arm brushing against your shoulder as he maneuvers the cursor on the screen. “So this right here needs some adjustment…” he explains, his eyes focused intently on the monitor. You try to absorb his words, but the closeness of him—a solid warmth behind you—makes it difficult to concentrate.

Desperately shaking off your swirling thoughts, you force your gaze back to the screen. Hongjoong continues to highlight various aspects of the files, his voice steady and authoritative. You can’t help but look at him, captivated by how he maintains his professionalism despite the tension that lingers in the air between you. His features are striking—his nose perfectly sculpted, skin flawless, and lips plush and inviting.

Caught in the moment, you lean in, a sudden impulse driving you, and press your lips against his. The kiss is deep and electric, a bold confession that silences him mid-sentence. As you pull away, realization crashes over you, and your eyes widen in shock. Hongjoong mirrors your surprise

shock and amusement flickering in his eyes.

“S—sorry…” you stammer, heat flooding your face as you quickly turn your gaze away, mortified by your impulsive action.

“God, Y/N, don’t make this harder for me,” Hongjoong replies, a smirk creeping across his lips. He closes his eyes briefly, as if to collect himself, then spins the chair around so you’re facing him directly. You feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, and you instinctively try to hide your face in your hands.

“Hey, look at me,” he says softly, his voice low and steady. Reluctantly, you meet his gaze. He’s watching you with a soft smirk, though there’s a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes—a mixture of amusement and longing.

“Don’t tease me like that, or I will deal with Siwoo myself,” he adds, his tone shifting slightly, a hint of seriousness threading through his playful demeanor. Your stomach twists at the mention of Siwoo, a lingering source of tension between you two.

“I’m sorry…” you murmur, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on your shoulders. You glance down, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

“Hongjoong…” you say softly, your voice barely breaking the stillness of the room. The weight of the moment hangs in the air, charged with the unspoken feelings swirling between you.

“Hm?” he hums, glancing over at you, his expression curious, almost playful.

You take a moment, searching for the right words to express the confusion that has been gnawing at you. “I don’t know why you make me do these types of things I don’t normally do…” Your voice trails off, the vulnerability of your admission leaving you feeling exposed.

A soft chuckle escapes him, and you feel a flutter in your stomach at the sound. “What do you mean, baby?” he asks, his smirk is soft as he takes in the sight of your flustered face, the way your cheeks flush with color.

You look down, suddenly shy under his gaze, but you force yourself to continue. “You… make me do impulsive things without even telling me to. I don’t know why,” you finally admit, your heart racing as the words leave your lips.

His eyes darken slightly as he licks his lips, a lingering gaze settling on your mouth. “You and me both, baby,” he replies, his tone low and teasing, but with an edge of sincerity that makes your pulse quicken.

Before you can process his words, Hongjoong leans down, closing the space between you with a magnetic pull. His lips capture yours once again, warm and inviting, a gentle urgency igniting within you. The kiss deepens, erasing any lingering doubts as you melt into him, surrendering to the moment.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the connection—the world outside fading away until it’s just the two of you, caught in a cocoon of shared desires and unspoken understanding. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, anchoring you as you lean into him, your heart racing with every brush of his lips against yours. Hongjoong slowly pulls away from you and curses softly.

“Fuck, I need to stop…” He chuckles, his breath against your skin sends a shiver throughout your body.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper.

“Stop apologizing Y/N” Hongjoong replied sternly, but softly. You stare at Hongjoong, the silence between you thick with unspoken emotions, a sense of awe lingering in the air. Time seems to stretch as you both take in the moment, each heartbeat echoing the connection that has just sparked.

Suddenly, a sharp knock at the door pulls you back to reality. You jump slightly, the interruption breaking the fragile tension that had enveloped you. Your heart races as you spring up from the seat. Hongjoong shifts to sit on the edge of his desk, his expression a blend of casual confidence and intrigue.

You take a steadying breath and approach the door, determined to regain your composure. As you open it, you’re met by a colleague from the project department, his demeanor serious yet slightly flustered.

“Sorry to interrupt, Sir,” he says, glancing between you and Hongjoong. “But these are the files you wanted me to fix.” He hands you a USB drive, the weight of it feeling heavy in your palm.

You accept it, nodding as he bows slightly before retreating down the hallway. Turning back to Hongjoong, you raise an eyebrow, unable to mask your disbelief. “You already assigned someone to fix the files?”

Hongjoong’s lips curl into a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans back against the desk. “Oh, I guess I forgot…” he replies, his tone casual but the underlying tension unmistakable.

You look at him confused. “Right,” you retort, your voice laced with sarcasm as you walk back toward him, the USB drive clenched tightly in your hand.

“Here you go, sir,” you say, handing it over to him. “I’ll be getting back to work then.” You say and quickly make your way back to your desk.

———

The hours slipped by quicker than you anticipated. The workday had been a blur, each minute slipping into the next as if the world was rushing around you. An uncomfortable knot of anxiety twisted in your stomach at the thought of meeting Siwoo later. You had been dreading this, though you couldn’t exactly say why. But now that the time was nearing, that familiar wave of dread hit you full force.

You grabbed your bag, shoving your things into it with quick, distracted movements. As you headed toward the exit, your pulse quickened. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling clenching your chest, hoping some fresh air would help.

But hhen you stepped outside, you felt even more suffocated. Siwoo was standing just outside the entrance, leaning against the wall. His posture was rigid, his jaw tight. He looked like he’d been waiting for a while.

The sight of him made your heart drop into your stomach. You didn’t expected him to show up at your workplace but here he is, standing there like he had something on his mind. Something heavy.

“S—Siwoo… you didn’t have to come all the way here,” you stammered, taking a hesitant step toward him. The words barely made it past your lips, thick with the anxiety you couldn’t shake. He straightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a sharpness that made your heart race.

“Why do you want to break up, Y/N?” His voice was loud, almost demanding, and the question hung between you like a cold wind. “I couldn’t wait anymore. I came here to get my answer.”

His words hit you like a punch. You hadn’t expected this. Not now, not like this. He looked... disheveled, like he hadn’t slept. The dark circles under his eyes, the way his hair was messier than usual—something was off. And it wasn’t just his appearance. The tension in his posture made your stomach tighten with a mix of unease and fear.

You blinked, struggling to find the right words. “Siwoo… Can we talk somewhere else? Not here, not in front of my work…” Your voice wavered, almost pleading, hoping he would agree to move somewhere more private. You didn’t want to have this conversation in such a public place, not with the heavy weight of his accusation in the air.

He didn’t answer at first, just stood there, staring at you. Then, with a sharp nod, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward his car.

You winced at the sudden pressure. The force of his grip was too strong, too fast, and it startled you. You barely had time to react before you were being dragged along. Anxiety shot through you as you followed him to the car, your heart pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the pain from his grip or the sudden fear of what was about to happen, but you felt your whole body tense.

Once you were in the car, Siwoo slammed the door behind you, his actions quick and almost frantic. The engine roared to life, and without another word, he sped off. His driving was reckless, faster than the speed limit, the car jerking over the road as he ignored any sign of caution. You could feel your stomach churn, the sick feeling intensifying as he weaved in and out of traffic, his eyes focused straight ahead, his face expressionless.

The air in the car felt heavy, suffocating. You wanted to say something, to ask him what was going on, but the words seemed to die in your throat. You were scared to speak, scared that something would happen if you did. The tension between you was unbearable, and your mind raced, thinking about everything you hadn’t said yet.

Finally, he pulled into a parking lot. You didn’t even need to look around to recognize the café. It was one of your favorite spots, the place you two had come to so often when things were good. Back when your relationship had felt easy, full of lighthearted conversations and laughter. Now, the place seemed like a cruel reminder of what had changed.

You followed him into the quiet almost empty café, your steps heavy, your mind already bracing for the worst. The two of you sat in silence for a while, the only sound between you the faint hum of conversation from other patrons. It was so quiet you could hear the tick of the clock on the wall.

Finally, the silence was broken by Siwoo’s voice. “So, are you going to tell me why you want to break up?” His tone was sharp, his eyes cold and calculating.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your shaking hands. “Siwoo, I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’ve fallen out of love,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

The words felt like a confession, like you were admitting some deep, unbearable truth. You looked down at your fingers, suddenly feeling the weight of everything that had been building between you. The silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable, before you spoke again. “We haven’t been on a real date in months. And when we do spend time together, it’s like you’re not really there. You’re distracted, distant.” Your voice trembled with emotion.

Siwoo’s expression darkened. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he leaned forward, his voice hard. “Is that it? That’s your reason, Y/N?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “It’s not just that. It’s everything. You’re always too busy, and when we are together, it feels like you’re... somewhere else. I’m tired of pretending everything’s fine.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “You think that’s all there is to it? You know how busy I am.” His voice was laced with annoyance. “I’ve been working so hard, and you’re sitting here complaining about flowers and dates.”

You blinked, hurt flashing across your face. “You don’t get it, do you, Siwoo? You can’t just throw flowers at me and expect everything to be okay. I needed more than that. I needed you to be present. I needed you to care about me, but I realized that wasn’t a priority for you”

He stared at you, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “You’re just going to throw everything away over that?”

“Yes. I can’t do this anymore. I know what I want and need, and it’s not this.” You were shaking now, the frustration boiling over. “I’ve tried to make it work. I’ve tried to understand why you’re distant, but nothing ever changes. And you know what? I don’t even think it matters anymore.”

Siwoo’s eyes flashed, his expression turning angry, defensive. “So that’s it? You’re leaving me because of that?” He stood up suddenly, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “You’ve never cared this much before. There must be another reason why you’re leaving.”

You were silent for a moment, then looked him straight in the eyes. “I know you’ve been cheating on me” you said calmly, emotionlessly.

Siwoo’s face went blank, then a flicker of shock crossed his features before he recovered. “What are you talking about?” His voice was strained, disbelieving.

“You’ve been cheating on me, Siwoo. I don’t know with who, but I know.”

His expression faltered, and for a moment, you saw a glimpse of the man he used to be—the one who had once cared for you. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by anger and denial. “You’re crazy,” he spat, his voice sharp, eyes narrowing. “You don’t know anything.”

“You’ve stood me up, you’ve ignored me, you’ve been on your phone more than you’ve been with me. You’ve made excuses, and you’ve disappeared for hours, and I’m not stupid, Siwoo. I know what’s been going on.”

He didn’t answer right away, his chest heaving with frustration. You stood up, your legs shaking but resolute. “I’m done, Siwoo. We’re over. Don’t contact me again.”

You turned and walked away from the table, not looking back. The door to the café closed behind you with a sharp click, and you stepped into the cool evening air. A taxi pulled up, and you climbed inside, finally feeling like you could breathe again.

———

Inside the café, Siwoo sat motionless, staring at the empty space where you’d just been. Anger churned in his chest. How had this happened? How had you figured it out? He’d always thought you were too naive, too dependent on him to see what he was doing. But now you knew, and it pissed him off. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling inside him.

With a sudden burst of irritation, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The voice on the other end was soft and sweet. "Hello? Professor Siwoo?"

"Hey, honey," he said, his voice suddenly calm, as if the rage he’d felt only moments before had vanished. "I’m a bit stressed. Can I see you?"

"Of course, you can, sir. I’ll be waiting for you."

He let out a long sigh, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease just a fraction. After a moment’s pause, he ended the call and drove back to campus.

In his office, a young woman walked in, her face carrying that familiar smug expression. “Oh, Professor Siwoo... Did you not want to see your boring girlfriend again?” She said it with a playful edge, stepping toward him and placing her hands on his chest.

Siwoo didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened, and he muttered under his breath, “She pissed me off today. I needed to see your pretty face.”

The woman giggled, slipping her arms around his waist. "I hope she keeps pissing you off. You get so rough when you’re upset." She leaned in closer, and Siwoo grunted, running a hand down her neck.

“I’m so sad this is my last semester with you sir” she whispered, her voice low, her hands drifting over him. “Promise me, you’ll still let me visit you professor?”

Siwoo’s face remained cold, his expression unreadable. He pulled her closer, but his mind was far from the moment. All he could think about was you, and how you had the audacity to confront him. How you knew. Siwoo stood motionless in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on the woman before him. She had dropped to her knees in front of him, her movements hurried, almost desperate, as she unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants. The soft rustling of fabric was the only sound that broke the heavy silence between them. He watched, detached, as she began to work with a practiced ease, her hands swift and efficient. But Siwoo's mind was far from the scene before him. His thoughts, unbidden and unwanted, drifted back to you. How could he not think of you? It was maddening, the way your face lingered in his mind like an echo, always there, always reminding him of the things he didn't want to admit. His fists clenched at his sides as frustration churned inside him.

Why should he care? He could have anyone, couldn't he? Women like this, easy and available, were nothing to him. But it wasn't her that occupied his thoughts. It was you. He thought to himself you probably got too confident after getting that stupid job as a secretary. Making more money than him, feeling a superiority over him. That’s probably why you left so easily. Siwoo was angry. But his thoughts pulled away once he finished on the woman. Groaning, he pulled her up and pushed her towards the door.

“What!? That’s it?! What the hell?!” The woman exclaims in frustration.

“Get the hell out” Siwoo pushes her out the door and shuts it behind him. Fuming with anger at the thought of you.

———

You stepped into your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that echoed in the stillness of the space. A wave of exhaustion washed over you, each muscle in your body slumping as if they were weights pulling you down. You’d finally done it; you’d told Siwoo that it was over. The relief coursed through you like a warm current, yet it was quickly shadowed by an unsettling anxiety that gnawed at your insides for reasons you couldn’t quite grasp.

What lingered in the back of your mind was the image of Hongjoong. All you wanted was to see him, to feel the comfort of his presence wrap around you like a soft blanket. Being with him was different from anything you had known before—a connection that felt deeper, more genuine. It was as if he had unlocked a part of your heart that you didn’t even know existed. But that exhilaration was tempered by caution; you recognized the need to pause, to breathe, and to reflect before rushing into something new.

Determined to take care of yourself, you kicked off your shoes and sank into the familiar embrace of your sofa. The cushions molded around you, a sanctuary from the turmoil outside. You closed your eyes, letting the silence envelop you, drawing a deep breath as you mentally shifted into self-care mode. Tonight was for you. You would indulge in a long, soothing shower, perhaps light a candle or two, and lose yourself in a book or your favorite music. Your life outside could wait; right now, it was all about reclaiming your peace and preparing your heart for whatever came next.

For the next few hours, you surrender yourself to the soothing embrace of rest and relaxation. The long, warm shower you took had been a necessity, the steam enveloping you like a comforting blanket, washing away the remnants of the day’s stress. Now, as you settle into your soft, inviting bed, the sheets cradle you like a gentle cocoon, promising solace and peace.

You close your eyes, willing your body to unwind and drift off into the blissful realm of sleep. Yet, despite your efforts, your mind refuses to cooperate. Instead of the quiet darkness you seek, thoughts of Hongjoong begin to swirl within you, vibrant and insistent.

His killer smirk, soft but stern voice, his intoxicating touch on yours... You toss and turn, trying to shake off the warmth that spreads through you at the thought of him.

Each time you attempt to close your eyes, visions of his face fill the void, making it impossible to find peace. You think of his confidence, the way he carries himself with an effortless charm that draws everyone in. Frustrated, you turn onto your side, pulling the blanket closer as if it might shield you from the feelings that are threatening to overwhelm you. But the more you resist, the stronger the pull becomes, leaving you craving him. All of him.

You remember the feeling of his fingers moving inside you. His warm soft lips devouring you. And the way he called your name so effortlessly… A wave of warmth filled between your legs as you began to think of him. You curse to yourself for having such lewd thoughts. But you couldn’t help yourself, that night he showed you something you never knew you could experience. And gosh do you wish you can feel that ecstasy again. Unconsciously, your hand began to move towards the heat between your legs. You let yourself envelop in the touch of yourself as you begin to think of the only man you want. Hongjoong.

You began to draw circles on your clit as you think of his strong hands instead of yours. You bite your lip trying to suppress a moan, remembering the smug look on his face as he looked at you in awe. You slip your fingers into your wet, warm entrance slowly.

“Fuck… Hongjoong~” You quietly moan. Your mind gets flooded with Hongjoong’s hard cock when he was fucking you. He filled you up so good and hit all the right spots effortlessly. You wish it was him touching you right now instead of yourself. You wish he was here holding you and telling you dirty, degrading, yet loving words.

As your pace began to speed up, tears slipped from your eyes. The sudden remembrance of Hongjoong being possessive and only wanting your tears for himself sent you over the edge. Your body filled with an overwhelming of amount of pleasure.

“A-ahh H-hongjoong~~” You squeeze your breasts and release loud moan a you come undone on your own fingers. You lay there trying to catch your breath as you slowly remove your fingers. You feel dirty about the fact you just got off on the mere thought of Hongjoong. You quickly clean yourself up before dropping back down on the soft cushion. You sigh and close your eyes… Finally, the drowsiness casts over your body. Your eyes began to go heavy from the orgasm you just had, and soon you fall asleep into a deep slumber… still thinking about Hongjoong.

———

The following morning, you arrive at the office feeling a sense of renewal that had eluded you in the past few days. With Siwoo officially out of your life, there’s an undeniable spark of curiosity about what could develop between you and Hongjoong. You’ve thought about it all night, and now, armed with a daily iced Americano for him, you stride confidently toward his office.

Setting the cup on his desk, you can’t help but smile to yourself, feeling a flutter of anticipation. Glancing at the agenda in your hands, you mentally prepare for the day ahead before retreating back to your desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” you hear the familiar greeting echo around the office. You look up from your computer to find him standing by the entrance, offering a gentle smile to the staff. Your heart skips a beat, and you feel encouraged to engage.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim—” you say, your voice steady, but he doesn’t even glance in your direction. Instead, his gaze is fixed on his watch, and he interrupts you with an air of urgency.

“Miss Y/N, cancel the meeting with the marketing department at 1 PM. I have an interview to attend instead.” With that, he strides into his office, the door closing with a quiet finality that leaves you bewildered.

Confusion settles in as you take your seat once more. You quickly type out a cancellation email to the marketing team, but your mind races with questions. What could possibly be bothering him? Why hadn’t he even looked at you? You exhale softly, staring at the screen, trying to shake off the unease.

Moments later, a response arrives in your inbox—a request from the head manager of the marketing team to reschedule. You glance at Hongjoong’s closed door, feeling a pang of uncertainty. He hadn’t mentioned any rescheduling… Driven by a mixture of concern and determination, you rise from your chair, notebook in hand.

You knock softly on the door, waiting for a response.

“Come in,” his voice calls out, calm yet authoritative. You open the door and step inside, closing it gently behind you. Hongjoong is hunched over his computer, typing with an intensity that makes you feel almost invisible. Your heart sinks at his apparent disregard.

“Uhm, Sir, the marketing team is asking for a rescheduled time for the meeting you wanted to cancel.” You speak clearly, hoping to draw his attention.

“Tell them I don’t want to see them for a while. They need to fix their ideas. It’s pointless for me to attend a meeting when they can’t do anything right,” he replies, his tone tinged with frustration. His eyes remain glued to the screen, leaving you feeling dismissed.

“Yes, Sir…” you murmur, jotting down his words. As you begin to turn to leave, an impulse makes you hesitate and look back at him.

“Ah, Sir,” you say, fiddling nervously with your pen. His indifference stings, yet you press on. “Shall I accompany you to the interview? I could take notes or—”

“No need.” he cuts you off, the word clipped and final. A sharp pang strikes your heart, disappointment crashing over you.

“Alright then, Sir. I will get back to work…” you reply softly, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air as you turn away, your thoughts swirling with questions and lingering hopes.

You immerse yourself in your morning tasks, trying to push aside the troubling thoughts about Hongjoong’s sudden dismissiveness. Why had he been so cold? You remind yourself that it might be for the best—not rushing into something new with him right after Siwoo. After all, you need time to heal.

As the hours tick by, the flood of questions from the marketing team overwhelms you. Hongjoong hasn’t provided any clear answers, leaving you to craft professional, half-hearted apologies while encouraging them to resolve their issues independently. Frustration simmers beneath your surface, and you find yourself stretching in your chair, letting out a sigh that feels too loud in the otherwise quiet office.

“Hi, I have a meeting with Mr. Kim today at 1 PM.” A soft voice pulls you back to the present. You look up to see a young woman standing in front of your desk, she holds a confident aura. She looks to be in college, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Ah, yes. His office is right there,” you reply, offering her a reassuring smile. “I’ll let him know you’re here.” You begin to dial his office phone, gesturing for her to take a seat.

“Please, take a seat,” you add, keeping your tone warm despite the weight on your mind.

“Mr. Kim, your interview with—” you glance back at the young lady, uncertain of her name.

“Lee Haeun,” she supplies quickly.

“—with Lee Haeun is here,” you finish, relaying the message into the phone. Hongjoong’s voice crackles back with a brief instruction to let her in, and you hang up, rising from your seat.

“Right this way, Haeun,” you say, leading her to Hongjoong’s office. You open the door and usher her inside.

“Hello, Mr. Kim. Thank you so much for having me,” Haeun says, bowing slightly, her nerves palpable.

“My pleasure. Let’s start the interview. Miss Y/N, you may leave,” Hongjoong replies, his voice smooth but his attention solely on Haeun. He glances at you for just a moment, a fleeting look that sends your heart racing, before turning back to the applicant with a smile.

Your stomach churns at the sight. Why are you feeling this way? You chastise yourself internally. This is just work. He’s likely trying to maintain professionalism, to keep things strictly business. Still, the pang of confusion is hard to shake as you retreat back to your desk, your mind swirling with questions and a twinge of hurt. The door closes behind you, and the distance feels more pronounced than ever.

———

Hongjoong sits at his desk, the faint sound of tapping keys fading into the background as he pulls out his notepad. The room is filled with an air of anticipation, and across from him, Lee Haeun shifts nervously in her chair. Her hands clasp tightly in her lap, betraying her anxiety despite the confident smile she tries to maintain.

“Okay, Lee Haeun,” he begins, his eyes flicking to the application laid out before him. “It says here you’re applying to be part of the marketing team?”

“Yes, sir,” Haeun replies, her voice steadying as she leans slightly forward. “I’m majoring in business marketing right now, and I will be graduating in two years.”

“Which college do you attend?” Hongjoong asks, looking up from the paper, his brow slightly furrowing in curiosity.

“I attend the University located downtown, sir,” she responds, a bright smile lighting up her face. Hongjoong raises an eyebrow, noting the irony of her choice; it’s the same university where Siwoo teaches. The thought lingers in his mind, but he quickly shoves it aside.

As the interview progresses, Hongjoong asks her all the necessary questions. Haeun responds thoughtfully, showcasing her diligence and genuine enthusiasm for the field. Hongjoong finds himself impressed; she speaks with a clarity that reflects her passion.

After what feels like a thorough exchange, Hongjoong leans back in his chair, folding his arms as he assesses her. “Well, your qualifications look promising for our marketing team,” he says, standing up and gesturing toward her. “However, I will be discussing final decisions with my team. We will contact you either later today or within the next week to let you know if you got the job.”

Haeun’s face lights up with gratitude. “Of course, thank you, Mr. Kim,” she replies, bowing as she stands up and exits Hongjoong’s office.

———

You look up as the door to Hongjoong's office swings open, revealing Haeun stepping out with confidence and a radiant smile.

“How did the interview go?” you ask, genuinely curious with a soft smile.

Haeun turns, her grin stretching wider, lighting up her features. “I think it went well! I should hear back in a few days about whether I got the job.”

“I hope for the best!” you reply, waving her off with a supportive smile as she walks away, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.

You glance at the clock on your desk; it’s your hour break. A wave of relief washes over you as you stretch your arms above your head, letting out a small sigh. The thought of free time is a welcome escape from the monotony of the day. However, your gaze drifts back to Hongjoong’s office door, and a nagging thought surfaces. Should you go talk to him? You’ve noticed that he seems a bit off lately, maybe there’s something bothering him.

Rising from your desk, you make your way to his office, the soft click of your heels against the floor breaking the silence. With a gentle knock, you call out, “Sir?”

“Come in” Hongjoong replies, his voice calm.

You open the door and step inside, finding him engrossed in his files. He looks up, finally making eye contact with you, his gaze steady and penetrating.

“Can I help you, Miss Y/N?” he asks, his tone neutral.

You close the door behind you and take a few steps toward his desk. “Sir… Is everything alright?” Your voice is soft, tinged with concern.

Hongjoong raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression. “Everything is fine, Miss Y/N. Why do you ask?” He crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair, exuding an air of relaxed authority.

“Uhm… I just noticed you’ve seemed a bit distant lately, sir…” You trail off, glancing down at the polished floor, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“How so?” he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed, his interest piqued.

You take a breath, trying to steady your nerves. “You… seem dismissive of me, sir. I apologize if I did something wrong.” You look back up at him, worry etched on your face.

Hongjoong scoffs lightly as he rises from his chair. “I didn’t say you did anything wrong, Miss Y/N.” He takes a step closer, and you feel your heart quicken. The space between you feels charged, and you hold your breath as he approaches.

He walks past you, and for a moment, you think he’s heading for the door. Instead, he turns the lock, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet office. Your heart races at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

With a slow turn, he faces you, his demeanor shifting as he loosens the tie around his neck and makes his way towards you. You begin to step back, your body bumping into his desk. You’re against the cold wood, as you look up towards him. Hongjoong slightly hovers over you and smirks.

“Did you talk to the marketing team?” he asks, his voice smooth but direct. You blink, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected question.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, your voice small.

He hums in acknowledgment, his expression contemplative. “I might hire that new girl, Lee Haeun. She’s smart and seems very organized. The office has been slacking lately.” His words hang in the air, and a sense of panic begins to stir within you. What position was Haeun applying for? Was Hongjoong considering replacing you? The thoughts swirl in your mind, each more alarming than the last.

“I—I’m sorry, sir. If I haven’t been at my best, it wasn’t my intention to slack off. I—“ Panic takes hold, and tears spring to your eyes as the words spill out in a rush, your voice trembling. Hongjoong's soft chuckle cuts through your anxiety, leaving you confused.

“Oh baby, do you really think I’m going to replace you?” He steps closer, his hands cupping your face as he wipes away your tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. You can’t help but notice the way his lips curl slightly as he studies your face, his eyes lingering on your pretty watered eyes, and tear-streaked cheeks.

“No one can replace you,” he whispers, and the sincerity of his words washes over you like a balm, soothing the ache in your heart. The flutter in your chest begins to chase away the heaviness of your worries as you look up at him, your breaths coming more steadily.

“Did you talk to Siwoo?” he asks quietly, a hint of concern slipping into his tone.

“I did,” you nod, meeting his gaze. “I talked to him yesterday. We’re over.” The words hang heavy between you, but before you can fully grasp the reality of it, Hongjoong’s lips capture yours, urgent and insistent.

His kiss deepens, and you find yourself melting against him, your heart racing in response to the electricity sparking between you.

“Good,” he whispers against your lips, his breath warm, before he pulls you back into a kiss that steals your breath away once more. The kiss becomes sloppy, the way his tongue laps over your lips over and over. You invite him in, enveloping all of him in you. Your arms are wrapped over his neck as the kiss deepens. Hongjoong softly bites your bottom lip and in response you whimper. Making Hongjoong chuckle.

“Fuck, is it bad that I want to take you right here?” Hongjoong confesses as he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“We can’t…” you whisper, slightly thrilled but scared at the thought of getting caught.

“I know…” Hongjoong’s hands drop from your face and wraps around your waist. Hongjoong’s warmth enveloped you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, the gentle press of his opened mouth kisses sending shivers down your spine. Each touch igniting a flutter in your heart. You gasp at the sensation of his tongue against your skin.

His hands tightened around your waist, a comforting grip that made you feel cherished. With a hefty sigh, he snuggled even closer, his body molding against yours as if he were seeking solace in your presence. Time seemed to stand still, and for a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered. Your fingers instinctively rose to his hair, brushing through the soft strands that felt like silk beneath your touch.

“Are you okay, Hongjoong?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with concern. He responded with another tender kiss on your neck, savoring the closeness before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

“I wasn’t ignoring you this morning because I was mad or upset with you,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours for understanding. There was a vulnerability in his tone that tugged at your heartstrings. “I was frustrated with the marketing team. They haven’t been performing well, and the Exhibition is in a little over a month, that’s why I had that sudden interview.”

You watched as he spoke, his expression earnest and sincere. The tension in his shoulders seemed to ease as he opened up.“I’m sorry if I worried you,” he continued, his thumbs brushing lightly over your hip, the fabric of your shirt soft against your skin. His touch was tender, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for assuming the worst,” you replied, offering him a soft smile that you hoped conveyed your understanding. The bond between you felt stronger in that moment, forged through shared concerns and open communication.

Hongjoong’s face softened at your response, and he leaned in closer, the playful glimmer in his eyes returning.

“After work, let me take you out on a proper date,” he suggested, his smile infectious. You couldn’t help but nod enthusiastically, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at the thought of spending more time together.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness, the sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Leaning in, he planted another sweet kiss on your lips, leaving you breathless. It was a promise of the evening to come, and as you leaned into him, you knew that this moment was just the beginning of something beautiful.

———

As the sun decreased in the sky, You found yourself glancing at the clock over and over, each tick amplifying the racing of your heart. The promised date with Hongjoong makes you anxious is a good way. This will be the first time you’ll see him outside the sterile confines of the office, and anticipation coiled in your stomach like a tightly wound spring. Despite spending the last two years as his secretary, you realized you hardly knew him. The past few days gave you a sneak peak into what he’s like as a lover and your heart fluttered at the thought of it.

You sat at your desk, watching as your colleagues began to trickle out of the office, their laughter and chatter fading into the distance. The clock ticked down the final minutes of the workday, and a flutter of anticipation danced in your stomach. You quickly pulled out your compact mirror, its surface reflecting the soft light of the room. With steady hands, you began touching up your makeup, reapplying lip balm and smoothing down a few unruly strands of hair that had escaped your carefully styled look.

Once you were satisfied, you turned to your desk, gathering your belongings with a sense of urgency. As you packed away your notebook and pens, you felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves.

Just then, as if he could sense your eagerness, Hongjoong emerged from his office, his briefcase in hand. He paused for a moment, his gaze finding yours, and a soft smile broke across his face. The sight of him made your heart skip a beat, and you instinctively returned the smile, rising from your seat as if drawn by an invisible force.

“Are you ready?” he asked, approaching you with a casual confidence that made you feel both at ease and electrified. You nodded, your voice momentarily lost in the whirlwind of your thoughts.

Without hesitation, he reached out, taking your bag from your hand. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine as he swung the strap over his shoulder with an effortless grace.

“Let’s go,” he said, giving you a playful wink that made your cheeks flush. With a mix of eagerness and trepidation, you fell into step behind him, as you both make your way to his car.

———

Hongjoong took you to a charming local restaurant that felt like a hidden gem, its exterior adorned with hand-painted signs and warm lighting. The cozy atmosphere, with wooden accents and family photos lining the walls, was a stark contrast to the upscale dining spots you had expected him to choose. Yet, as you stepped inside, you felt an unexpected warmth wash over you. It was clear that he wanted to make this evening about comfort and connection, rather than extravagance, and that thought made your heart swell.

“This is one of my favorite restaurants,” he said casually, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. “My parents always took my brother and me here as kids.” The way he spoke about it brought a smile to your face; the small detail felt intimate, revealing a side of him that was endearing and genuine.

As you settled into a booth, the scent of savory dishes wafted around you, making your mouth water. You glanced over the menu, excitement bubbling within you. “What do you recommend?” you asked, turning to him with a bright smile.

Hongjoong looked thoughtful, scanning the menu. “Hmm, their beef short ribs are really good, and their tofu soup is delicious,” he suggested as his eyes scanned through the menu.

“I trust you to order,” you replied, a soft giggle escaping your lips. He raised an eyebrow at you in surprise.

“Don’t be shy now, Y/N,” he chuckled, the sound warm and inviting.

“I’m not! I trust your judgment since you’ve been here many times. I want to have what you get,” you insisted, your sincerity reflected in your gaze. He laughed softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine, and nodded in agreement.

Minutes passed, and one by one, a delightful array of side dishes and main entrees began to fill the table. Hongjoong wasn’t exaggerating; each bite was like a comforting embrace, reminiscent of home-cooked meals.

As the evening deepened, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything from childhood memories to current events, laughter punctuating your exchanges. With every shared story and knowing glance, you felt yourself falling harder for him.

As you took your last few bites, savoring the rich flavors of the meal, you caught Hongjoong’s gaze. He was watching you with an affectionate smile, clearly admiring how much you were enjoying the food.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked, leaning back against the booth with a relaxed yet attentive demeanor. You looked up at him, cheeks stuffed with food, and nodded eagerly. His chuckle echoed softly in the cozy space, a sound that made your heart flutter as he waved over the server to settle the tab.

After the bill was paid, you both decided to take a stroll through the nearby park before he dropped you off at home. The quiet night wrapped around you like a warm blanket, the stars twinkling overhead as you walked hand in hand. The soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet punctuated the serene atmosphere, and you felt a sense of peace envelop you.

“Y/N?” Hongjoong called softly, breaking the comfortable silence. You turned to look up at him, curiosity shining in your eyes. “Hm?” you hummed in response.

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze still fixed ahead. “What did Siwoo say when you ended things?” His voice was gentle, but you could sense the undercurrent of concern. You felt your lips thin into a line as memories of that difficult conversation flooded back. You couldn’t blame him for being curious—he was the one who helped you realize Siwoo was being unfaithful.

“He was upset and angry…” you replied softly, your voice steady but lacking the weight of sadness. You turned your gaze forward, lost in thought. “He tried to gaslight me, making it seem like I was leaving him over stupid reasons.” You rolled your eyes at the memory. “But once I told him I knew he was cheating, his whole demeanor shifted. He didn’t admit to it, but I could see the guilt written all over his face.”

You glanced at Hongjoong, whose expression remained thoughtful as he listened intently. “After that, I just left. I told him we were done and to not contact me again.” You stopped in your tracks, the sudden halt causing Hongjoong to turn and look at you.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly, concern flickering in your eyes. He smiled reassuringly and nodded.

“I’m more than okay, baby,” he said, ruffling your hair in a playful yet endearing gesture. “But if he ever bothers you again, please let me know, okay?” His sincerity made you feel safe, and you nodded in response.

“Let’s go home. It’s getting late,” Hongjoong suggested, feeling the weight of the day begin to settle. As you resumed walking, hand in hand, a warm sense of hope filled the air between you, chasing away any lingering shadows of the past.

———

For the next month, being with Hongjoong felt like living in a dream. Each day, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the moments you would share together, both in and out of the office. Despite his dominant and authoritative demeanor during work hours (and in bed), he revealed a softer side to you—a side that was attentive, caring, and incredibly endearing. Those little gestures, like the way he would brush a stray hair behind your ear or how his eyes would light up when you shared a laugh, made you feel cherished.

Your initial worries about the complexities of a relationship between worker and boss faded away. Hongjoong had a natural ability to keep his professional and personal lives separate, making it clear that he understood the boundaries of his position.

The two of you seamlessly balanced your work and personal lives, slipping effortlessly from professional colleagues to romantic partners. You’d share knowing glances during meetings and subtle touches when no one was looking. Those stolen moments turned mundane workdays into something special. Yet, it wasn’t without its slip-ups. There were instances when the chemistry between you became too overwhelming to ignore, leading you both to steal away into his office for passionate make-out sessions, and heated quickies.

Each time it happened, it felt both exhilarating and dangerous, as if you were living on the edge of a thrilling secret. The thrill of being discovered added an electric tension to those encounters, heightening the rush of intimacy that had blossomed between you.

———

“H—Hongjoong, not here~” you giggled, your voice a playful whisper as his lips brushed softly against your neck. The gentle kiss sent a flutter through you, warmth radiating from the point of contact.

“Shh,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling your skin, igniting an electric thrill that danced along your neck.

You were tucked away in one of the meeting rooms on the second floor of the building. Just moments ago, you had accompanied him to a meeting with the marketing team. The atmosphere had been charged with creativity and collaboration, and everything had gone off without a hitch. Hongjoong was in a better mood about the marketing team once he hired that new girl, everything seemed at place.

Once the last of the team members left and the door securely closed, the mood shifted entirely. Hongjoong pounced on you as soon as the coast was clear.

“Let’s be quick,” he teased, his voice low and conspiratorial. You felt your heart race as he leaned in, capturing your neck again with his wet kisses. Each touch was warm with an underlying intensity that made your pulse quicken. You leaned into him, caught off guard by the warmth and familiarity of his embrace. The world outside faded into a distant hum as you focused solely on him.

“But what if someone walks in?” you asked, a hint of laughter lacing your words, though you secretly delighted in the thrill of being together in such a private moment.

“Let them,” he replied, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His confidence was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Hongjoong swiftly lifts you onto the table and hikes up your skirt. His hands massage your soft thighs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“How about I just help my baby out for now yeah?” Hongjoong whispers on your lips before planting a gentle kiss. You’re confused at his suggestion. Help out you?

And within an instant, Hongjoong is on his knees. He leaves a kiss on your soft thighs and runs his hands over your legs.

“Try not to be loud baby.” Hongjoong hooks his finger under your panties and moves it to the side. Without hesitation, he begins to lap his tongue over your clit.

You gasp at the warm feeling of his tongue. Your hand shot towards your mouth as you try to muffle your moans. Hongjoong holds onto your thigh to keep you from squirming. His lips move skillfully on your pussy, devouring every part of you. You can feel the tip of his perfect nose rub against you, creating more pleasurable friction. The sounds of your wet cunt mixed with you trying to catch your breath makes Hongjoong grow harder in his pants.

“Cum for me baby,” Hongjoong mumbles as he encourages you while picking up his pace. Your hands instinctively moves towards his hair, pulling him closer as you move your hips against his mouth.

“F—fuck Hongjoong… I’m so close” You whisper a whine.

“Yeah? Cum on my face, baby” Hongjoong groans, lapping his tongue over and over. Hongjoong’s free hand quickly shoots up to cover your mouth, knowing your orgasm was close. Hongjoong sucks on your clit, and in an instant you come undone on his mouth. As you shake under his touch, he slurps every drop of you, making you moan muffled curses against his hand as you ride out your high.

Once you calm down, Hongjoong releases his grip on your mouth. He stands up on his feet a smirks at you. He licked his lips and wipes his mouth.

“Atta girl” He growls a chuckle. Hongjoong leans in and kisses you, giving you a direct taste of yourself, a wet string connected between your mouth and his. You moan at the lewd motive. Hongjoong quickly leans over to grab a few tissues and begins cleaning you.

“Let’s get back to work…” Hongjoong smirks at your flushed face as he pulls you off the table. You adjust your skirt and clear your throat, while Hongjoong fixes his tousled hair.

You trailed behind Hongjoong, your legs feeling slightly unsteady beneath you. The hallway was blissfully empty, allowing the two of you to slip away from the meeting room without raising any suspicions.

“Thank you for your hard work, Miss Y/N,” he said, flashing you a charming smile accompanied by a playful wink that sent your heart racing.

“My pleasure, s-sir,” you stammered, bowing your head slightly as you watched him walk away, his confident stride taking him in the opposite direction from where you were headed. You turned and made your way toward the elevator, your cheeks still flushed from the encounter.

As you waited for the elevator doors to open, you tapped your heels against the floor, adrenaline thrumming beneath your skin. When the silver doors slid apart with a soft whoosh, you stepped inside, pressing the button for the top floor. The elevator began its ascent, and an awkward silence enveloped you.

Suddenly, a voice broke through your thoughts. “Ah, hold the door for me, please!” You jolted, quickly extending your hand to keep the door from closing. A new familiar figure rushed in just in time—Lee Haeun, the newest addition to the marketing team.

“Thank you so much, Miss Y/N!” Haeun gasped, a bright smile spreading across her face as she caught her breath, bowing slightly.

“It’s no problem, Miss Lee,” you replied, returning her smile and clasping your hands around the clipboard you held. The elevator settled into a quiet hum, the tension from moments before gradually fading.

“Ah, I know I’m still new here…” Haeun broke the silence, turning to you with an earnest expression. “I’m just trying to get to know everyone better,” she continued, her smile warm and inviting.

“Don’t hesitate to speak to me, Haeun! I know it can be hard adjusting to a new work environment,” you encouraged, genuinely hoping to ease her transition.

“Thank you~” Haeun beamed, giving a small bow once more. “I hope, I’m not crossing any professional boundaries here, but I’m curious…” Haeun begins, you look at her piqued in interest, “Is Mr. Kim seeing anyone? I mean he’s just so young and handsome…” She sighs and smiles, “And he’s always working. So it just makes me wonder you know?” Haeun giggles, a slightly irritable ringing echoes in the elevator.

“Ah~ I’m not sure Miss Lee. I don’t know too much” You force a smile at her. She responds in an aspirated “Ahh” as she nods. Silence floods the super… slow… elevator once again.

“I’m in my last year of college, so I’m really grateful to have this job opportunity so early on even though I don’t have my degree just yet!” Haeun says unexpectedly with enthusiasm and confidence.

“Oh wow! That’s amazing. Which university do you attend?” you ask, turning towards her trying to be respectful.

“I attend the university downtown!” she replied, her enthusiasm infectious. You fought to maintain your composure at the mention of the familiar institution, annoyance swirling within you.

“Impressive! That’s a great school,” you said, managing a tight smile as you turned back to face the elevator doors.

“Yeah! My Marketing Professor, Park Siwoo, was the best,” Haeun said, a dreamy expression crossing her face as she looked down, lost in thought. Your breath caught at the name, and you nodded, forcing a smile as you cursed silently at the elevator’s sluggish pace. Why was it taking so long? The walls felt closer now, and you could almost sense the weight of memories you’ve forgotten pressing in on you.

*Ding.*

The elevator chimed softly, and Haeun turned to you, her expression bright.

“This is my floor. It was nice talking to you, Miss Y/N.” She gave a polite bow, and you instinctively mirrored her gesture, a warm smile on your face despite the lingering unease within you.

As the doors began to slide shut, you watched Haeun step out, her figure quickly disappearing into the bustling office beyond. The elevator felt suddenly empty, a cocoon of silence wrapping around you. You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unwelcome thoughts that had surfaced during your conversation.

It must just be a coincidence, you told yourself firmly. After all, Park Siwoo isn’t relevant anymore—a distant echo of a time you have already forgotten. What mattered now was the present, and the happiness you had found with Hongjoong.

———

The exhibition was only a week away, and the atmosphere in the conference room buzzed with a mix of urgency and anticipation. Hongjoong stood at the front, radiating a sense of authority that commanded attention. His gaze swept across the room, ensuring each team member felt the weight of his words.

“I need everyone to be on their A game,” he said, his tone firm yet focused. “We have no room for mistakes. Each department should know their responsibilities for the next few days. If you’re unsure, consult your department manager. For serious questions, reach out to Miss Y/N—don’t come to me.” He paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his instructions to settle in. “Understood?”

A chorus of enthusiastic “Yeses” filled the expansive hall, reverberating like a well-rehearsed symphony. You sat at the front corner, diligently taking notes and keeping track of the time, mentally organizing tasks as Hongjoong spoke.

“That is all then. You are all excused,” he concluded, nodding slightly. The room erupted into movement as colleagues rose from their seats, and you swiftly jotted down the final points before beginning to tidy the files spread across the table.

Just then, a soft, melodic voice broke through the chatter. “Ah, Mr. Kim~” You looked up to see Haeun approaching, her smile bright and inviting.

“Yes, Miss Lee?” Hongjoong responded, turning his attention to her, his demeanor shifting slightly, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

“I know this might be last minute,” she said, leaning closer with an air of excitement. She pulled out her notebook, flipping it open to reveal her ideas. The distance between you and them felt substantial, making it difficult to hear their exchange.

As Hongjoong took the notebook from her, you noticed their fingers brush—a fleeting touch that ignited a flicker of annoyance within you. You turned your gaze away, but something compelled you to look back. Hongjoong placed the notebook on the table, his focus narrowing, clearly invested in their discussion.

Their mouths moved in animated conversation, and then Haeun giggled, her laughter ringing like a bell. Your irritation surged as she playfully brushed her hand against his arm. Hongjoong returned her smile, and your heart sank. Unconsciously, you rolled your eyes, gathering your belongings in an effort to quell the jealousy creeping into your chest.

Finally, Haeun bowed slightly, her smile lingering as she exited the room, leaving you and Hongjoong alone in the spacious conference hall. The echoes of Haeun’s laughter faded, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that settled heavily between you. Your heart raced, caught in a tangle of confusion and unspoken feelings as you tried to maintain your professionalism.

Rising from your seat, you felt a flutter of anticipation as you caught sight of Hongjoong making his way toward you. His footsteps were purposeful, echoing softly in the now-empty conference room. When he finally stopped in front of you, a spark of awe lit up his features, and he offered you a warm, gentle smile.

But instead of feeling buoyed by his gaze, a small frown creased your lips. You quickly turned your face away, an unwelcome surge of tears threatening to spill over. You clenched your jaw, willing yourself to hold them back.

“W—we should go,” you said softly, attempting to step past him. However, Hongjoong sensed your mood immediately. His hands found your shoulders, gently but firmly anchoring you in place. He let out a loud sigh, his expression morphing into a playful smirk that only deepened your frown.

Hongjoong chuckled, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, his touch warm and grounding. “Why are you pouting? Hm?” he teased, his voice light yet sincere. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, instead focusing on the floor, the weight of your emotions making it hard to speak.

“Y/N, if you don’t answer me now, I won’t be able to fix it,” he said, his tone shifting to something softer, yet still laced with determination. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin, and you felt the warmth seep through you, yet it didn’t fully chase away the storm brewing inside.

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Haeun… has been so touchy with you…” You paused, your heart racing. “Like, every chance she gets when she sees you, she’s so close, touching your arms, giggling with that annoying voice of hers. It’s so obvious she likes you.” You mumbled the last part, just loud enough for Hongjoong to hear, but it felt like a confession that hung heavily between you.

His brow arched in amusement, a playful grin forming on his lips as he took in your words. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the hint of jealousy you couldn’t quite mask. “I’m serious, Joong… it’s not funny,” you insisted, your gaze dropping back to your feet as fresh tears threatened to spill.

“Oh baby~” Hongjoong cooed, lifting your chin with a tender touch, forcing you to meet his gaze once more. Leaning closer, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, igniting a warmth that coursed through you. “You’re overthinking,” he murmured against your lips, punctuating his words with another gentle peck. “I’m all yours,” he whispered again, another soft kiss, drawing you in closer. “And…” he continued, leaning in once more, “you’re all mine…”

With that, he deepened the kiss, enveloping you in a warmth that pushed away the lingering doubts. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you in that moment, the connection between you both undeniable and intoxicating.

You couldn’t help that one single tear drop from your eyes as Hongjoong continued to kiss your lips. His thumb swiftly wipes the tear and smirks against your lips,

“Going to cry for me, baby?” He teases between the now heated make-out. You whimper against him and he chuckles. Finally pulling away, a bridge of saliva connects your lips,

“Fuck~ we need to stop” Hongjoong whispers, his hands still cupping your face. “C—come over tonight?” You quietly suggest. Earning a wide grin from Hongjoong.

“Naughty girl…” Hongjoong groans softly and releases his hold on you. He looks at you in awe and nods

“I’ll see you later” He winks at you and you blush, before you both make your way back up the top floor to finish up work in anticipation to make the day go by faster.

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You stumble back into the door as Hongjoong attacks your lips. Eagerly kissing you as if he hasn’t tasted you in years.

“J—Joong let me open the door” You giggle against his lips. Your house keys jingle from your hand thats gripped by Hongjoong’s. He swiftly takes the keys away from you, mouth still on yours. He quickly unlocks the door and you are both pushed inside. Hongjoong kicks the door closed behind him and locks it.

In an instant you drop your bags and Hongjoong effortlessly lifts you off the floor. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, as you continue drowning in his kisses. He carries you to the comfort of your bedroom. Your body softly drops onto the mattress and Hongjoong interlocks with your hands above your head. He leans into your neck and takes a whiff of your scent, sending a shiver down your spine. He releases a sigh as he opens mouth to leave warm, wet kisses all over your neck. You moan at the sensation.

“Are you going to be my good girl tonight baby?” Hongjoong whispers in your ear.

“Y-yes” you whimper in response.

“Yes what?” he groans and takes your earlobe between his teeth

“Yes Hongjoong” You moan.

“I love it when you moan my name” Hongjoong says in a teasing tone. His hands release from yours and make their way to your blouse. He skillfully unbuttons your shirt and whips it open, revealing your bra covered breasts. He leans down to kiss the exposed areas. You whimper at the seemingly slow pace he’s going. You want to feel all of him already, but he’s clearly taking his time with you on purpose.

Your hands reach up towards his tie and you begin to loosen it up, earning a chuckle from Hongjoong. You finally pull the tie off his neck, and begin to work on his buttons.

“Someone’s eager?” Hongjoong smirks as he watches you hastily unbutton his black shirt and attempt to push the fabric off. Hongjoong chuckles at you and leans back to rest on his knees as he tugs the rest of his shirt off. You prop yourself up and reach towards his arms, admiring his hidden tattoo. You desperately kiss him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, making you two fall back onto the mattress.

“Don’t be a brat Y/N” Hongjoong mumbles against your lips and pulls away. He stands up, off the bed and pulls your legs to bring you towards him. He begins removing the rest of your clothes one by one leaving you only in your beige lacy panties. Hongjoong starts to unbuckle his belt, you lean up to watch him in awe. His eyes remained on yours.

Instinctively, you move forward, dropping yourself on your knees onto the floor. You rest against the side of the bed for support as Hongjoong steps towards you. He takes off his pants and grabs a hold of the back of your head. He caresses it for a brief moment before pulling you closer to his clothed dick. You open your mouth and began rubbing your face on the soft warm fabric that hugged his hard cock.

“Fuck… you’re such a dirty girl” Hongjoong hisses at the sight of you. Your hands move to pull his briefs down and his hard cock springs out. Without hesitation, you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl a few circles with your tongue before popping your mouth off. You stick out your tongue, lick from the base of his cock and back up to his tip. Hongjoong moans at the feeling of your warm tongue. You repeat the motion a few times before taking all of him into your tiny mouth.

Both of Hongjoong’s hands grab a hold on your face. You gawk your head up and down taking him deeper at a slow but steady pace. Hongjoong can’t seem to get enough of you as he steps forward while holding onto your face, making your neck lean into the mattress. You relax a bit before Hongjoong begins to fuck your mouth. He moves his own hips at a faster pace as he fucks your mouth, head into the mattress. You moan at his sudden roughness. Your moans send a vibration through Hongjoong, making him pick up his pace. He constantly hits the back of your throat causing you to cough. Hongjoong pulls away from your messy slobbery mouth and groans in temptation.

“Up” he demands in one word, and in an instant, you’re up on your feet. Hongjoong lays down on your bed and props himself up at the headboard. He taps his lap, signaling you to ride him. Without another word, you crawl towards him on the mattress. He bites his lip at the sight of you. You straddle your legs over his lap and hold onto his shoulders.

“Put it in baby” Hongjoong softly says, getting impatient as well. You sink down onto his dick and release a loud moan. Hongjoong groans and wraps his arms around you.

“F—fuck Hongjoong~” you whimper as you take time to adjust yourself. Hongjoong’s hand carefully rubs your back as you remain still.

“Still can’t handle me yet baby?” Hongjoong chuckles and moves his hips forward.

“Ah~ Joong” you moan and hold onto him tighter. “It’s alright baby. move for me” Hongjoong whispers. Your eyes started to well up. Tears piercing the corners of your eyes.

Your hips began rocking against Hongjoong’s at a slow pace. His cock hits your g-spot over and over as you move your hips forward. Hongjoong’s hands caress your hips and tightens his grip.

“Hold onto me baby” Hongjoong whispers. You lean forward and hold onto his shoulders. He begins to thrust his hips upwards, deepening his feel into your wet pussy. You yelp at the painful pleasure.

Your tears fall from your eyes as his pace picked up.

“You feel good baby?” Hongjoong moans in your ear. “Y—yess Hongjoong” You manage to whimper out.

“Fuck you make me feel so good Y/N” Hongjoong growls and smacks your ass. You begin bouncing on his cock moving at your own pace. Your breast jiggle at each bounce, causing Hongjoong to reach towards them and take one into his mouth.

You’re a moaning mess on his cock, you feel yourself so close to coming and Hongjoong notices.

“Cum baby, don’t hold back” He groans and takes over the pace, he holds onto your waist and you scream in pleasure, your orgasm washing over you. Your tears keep flowing down and Hongjoong chuckles as your fucked out expression.

Hongjoong cups your flushed cheeks and kisses your forehead. He looks into your glossy teary eyes and smirks,

“I’m not done with you baby” He leans your bodies forward and drops you down onto the mattress.

“Turn around” He demands. You’re a panting mess as you flip over on all fours. Hongjoong pulls your ass towards his crotch and pushes your head down. You moan at the sudden movement.

He smacks your butt and grips onto to it.

“H—hongjoong~” You gasp, pushing your ass back against his body. He chuckles at your eagerness.

“Yeah baby?” He coos, fondling your ass with his hands.

“F—fuck me please” You whine into the mattress. “You want to cum again baby?” Hongjoong leans down to kiss your soft arched back. All you can do is hum in response.

“I can’t hear you” He teases, rubbing his cock on your clit. You whine at the overwhelming stimulation.

“Yes please I—I want to cum again” You moan in eagerness. Without hesitation, Hongjoong enters you, hitting your g spot with ease at this new angle.

“Want to cum on you again Joong” You whimper into the soft sheets.

“F-fuck you’re already going to make me cum baby” Hongjoong moans picking up his pace.

Hongjoong’s hand reaches over to your hair and he grips onto the soft strands. He applies a gentle pressure, pushing your face deeper into the mattress. He fucks you deeper, earning a loud yelp from you. His roughness sends a wave of pleasure through your body, your tears can’t help but keep flowing down as he fucks you senseless. You grip onto the sheets as his thrust becomes sloppier.

“Cum with me baby” Hongjoong grunts holding onto both of your hips.

“Y-yess, so close” you whimper moving your hips with his.

“F-Fuck, fuck baby” Hongjoong moans loudly at the sight of your ass bouncing against his cock. Your pussy tightens at his voice, coming on his hard dick, you hit your second orgasm.

Hongjoong quickly pulls out and pumps his shaft on your soft ass. He releases a loud grunt as his warm milky cum splatters onto your back and ass. You moan at the feeling.

“Goddamn baby” Hongjoong moans and rubs his cum all over your butt.

“H—hongjoong” you whine and shake your hips in protest. He chuckles at your gesture and playfully smacks your butt.

“I’ll clean you right now baby” Hongjoong moves off the bed and grabs a damp rag from your bathroom.

After cleaning you, Hongjoong flips you over and pulls you to his chest. He peppers your face with kisses and you giggle at the gentle feeling.

“You’re all mine baby” Hongjoong whispers kissing your forehead. Slowly you feel your eyes go heavy, your body tired out from the hot steamy session. The sound of Hongjoong’s steady breathing mixed with yours draws you both into a deep sleep, holding onto each other.

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Author’s commentary: I am so so sorry for the delay on posting the sequel. I wanted to finish the Trilogy to post up right away at the same time😝. I really hope yall enjoy this. Don’t forget to to follow me for more. Feel free to scream in my comment and ask box🤭

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Can you do a smut where R is teasing Natasha, like sending her sexy pics and whimper while Natasha is on a mission and when she got home she F r senselessly?

Double take

Warnings: Spanking, oral (r receiving), Strap on sex (r receiving), Dirty talk, Sending nudes, masturbating, marking, and I think that's it

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Word count: 3k

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The desolate and poorly illuminated room persisted in its frigid state. The absence of your beloved girlfriend was palpable, leaving you in solitude once more.

As you shifted onto your side, a sudden gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty room. The sheets beside you were void of Natasha's presence, serving as a harsh reminder of her absence for the next five days. Though it may seem like a short duration to some, the void left by her departure was palpable, as your reliance on her was immense.

As you lay in bed, restlessly shifting from side to side, the once perfectly tucked-in sheets have now become a mess, crumpled and scattered all over. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as your mind was fixated on the thoughts of Natasha.

As you reminisce about the past, you can't help but recall the sweet words she whispered in your ear. Her assurances that you were the epitome of perfection and that she could never imagine being with anyone else send a small but genuine smile to your lips.

You longed for her presence, yearning to feel her warmth beside you once more.

As you reach out to the nightstand to grab your phone, the dimly lit room offers a sense of comfort. Your fingers feel the cool surface of your phone as your eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden flash of your lock screen. You notice a few notifications, mostly from Wanda and Carol. However, the one message you were hoping for, from Natasha, is nowhere to be seen.

As you glance at your phone, you realize that it's already 4:36 in the morning. You put it back on the nightstand and attempt to fall back asleep. However, you find yourself tossing and turning and unable to drift into slumber. With nothing else to do, you unlock your phone and peruse through your contacts. You stop at Natasha's name, contemplating whether or not to message her. You hesitate, whispering to yourself, "Should I really text her?" while gazing at her contact, unsure if you should initiate a conversation.

Your mind is filled with uncertain thoughts. However, you crave her presence so deeply, yearning for the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her cuddles, the kisses she would give you, and the touch of her fingers...

A sudden idea strikes your mind, causing you to sit up on the bed. A small but meaningful smirk adorns your face as you ponder over the thought. You proceed to pull your shirt over your head, lost in deep contemplation. Leaving you in only a bra and panties.

Still looking over her contact, you press the screen gently. Allowing you to see the previous texts from a few days ago. Pressing the camera icon, you angle the phone so it can capture your body. Your chin was left in the fame. The camera mostly focuses on your white lace bra and white lace thong. The camera captured you sitting on your knees. One of your hands rested on your thigh while the other hand pressed the button to get the photo. After carefully examining the photo, you come to the conclusion that it could make Natasha think of you in a way that she would need you. You decide to add a heartfelt caption that reads, "Miss you so much baby <3" trying to throw her mind off guard from the photo on top of the message and confidently press the send button.

It's impressive how quickly Natasha responded to the message in just five minutes. Right now, all you can see is the three dots, which means she's working on her reply. You feel a little nervous, of course, you've shared photos like this before. Just, not while Natasha was on a mission. You honestly didn't know how she was going to react to it.

'"I'm warning you, Y/n, don't start," Natasha quickly replies to you.

Not listening to Natasha, you quickly remove your bra and take another photo to send to her. What could be se bad about it? She would probably forget what you did as soon as she came back from her mission.

You sat in the same position as in the last photo, this time you brought your hand up to one of your boobs. Groping it slightly for the photo. Looking over the photo once more, making sure that it looked good. Clicked the send button and waited for Natasha to respond again.

"Jesus, y/n. It's 5 in the morning," Natasha replied promptly to your message.

"Is there something wrong with the photo?" you texted Natasha, trying to be oblivious to the fact you were sending her pictures of you halfway naked.

"Y/n, you know that's not what I meant. I'm in a hotel room with Maria and Thor. Getting me worked up right now isn't going to make things easy for you when I get back home my sweet girl."

"Alright, I'm sorry Nat. I won't send anything else..." You texted her that response, knowing that you were still going to send her something else. I mean, you just miss her so much. Who could blame you?

Clicking the camera button once more you decide to make this one a video.

Once the red button gets smaller you start your movements. The hand that's not holding the phone travels down your body. stopping when it gets to your panties. Slowly pulling them down to your mid-thigh. Letting out a low moan when the cold air hit your cunt. Stopping for a few seconds, you turn your body over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp that stood above the piece of furniture.

Once the room was illuminated by the light, you got back to the actions. Laying down on your back and angling the camera so it could capture your pussy, leaking with your juices.

Your hand slowly circles your clit, and another moan erupts from your mouth, pretending the hand was Natasha's. "Need you so bad Nat." You moan out into the air, your hips bucking up slightly from your movements on your clit.

Your hand suddenly stops its movements. The feeling of more pleasure coursing through your body. Your middle finger runs its way down your wet folds, teasing your hole, you thrust the tip of your finger in and out of your pussy. Hisses and sighs leave your mouth. The smallest amount of pleasure felt so good in your desperate state.

You finally pushed your whole finger into your cunt. Moaning at the way it filled you up. Yet, it still wasn't enough for you. Even with the thought of Natasha fucking you roughly with her fingers. You still needed more.

Moan after moan leaves your mouth, and another finger enters your pussy, trying hard to get yourself off. Natasha had you hooked. Ever since she fucked you for the first time you haven't been able to get off on your own, always needing her help.

The two fingers move at a faster pace, trying everything that they could to make you reach the high that you needed. Your legs start to shake. An indication that you might get that release that you've been waiting on. "Fuck, Nat." You moan out. Your eyes shut tightly as the hand that once circled your clit moved up to your boob, circling your nipple.

It only took a few more minutes before your high. Your legs close around your hand and lower arm. A loud moan leaves your mouth, you almost forget about the camera that was recording you.

Once the video had come to an end, you quickly sent it over to Natasha before placing your phone down on the nearby nightstand. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to catch your breath, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Even though you knew that this was a risky decision to send the video, you couldn't help but feel elated by the attention that you had received from Natasha. Of course, you were aware that you probably be punished by Natasha. but the thrill of it all made it seem worth it. Now, all you can do is wait and see how Natasha reacts to the video.

You turned off the lamp that your phone lay under and tried to get some sleep.

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Today was the day that Natasha was supposed to come home. The past five days have been nothing but torture for you. Natasha had left your last video on read, leaving multiple worries through your mind.

As you settled onto the expansive couch, the warmth of the cushions enveloped you and you felt your body relax from the stress flowing through your mind. Your favorite movie played on the screen before you, the familiar scenes bringing a slight sense of comfort. You shifted a little, glancing towards the door as you anticipated Natasha's arrival.

As you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Natasha, who was finally back from her mission. You watched with bated breath as the door swung open, revealing Natasha standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"You have anything you want to say to me y/n" Natasha asks you while she sets her keys down on an accent table you two had bought. She waited for your response while slipping off her shoes.

"'M sorry N-."

"No, I don't care. I want you on the bed Naked right now." Natasha interrupts your pleading and swiftly makes her way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

Upon hearing her request, you carefully make your way upstairs, taking fast steps to ensure that you do not exacerbate the situation. Once you arrive in the bedroom, you reach for the lamp and switch it on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. You hurry to take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Natasha to come into the room.

A few minutes later, Natasha enters the bedroom to see your sprawled out on the bed. Even though she only said a few words it made such an impact with how you reacted and Natasha loved it.

"So obedient, why couldn't you listen to me just like this when I texted you to stop baby?"

A tiny whine left your mouth after hearing her speak to you. "Don't know." You spoke out to her which she laughed at slightly and made her way over to you, looking down at your frame with hazy eyes.

"Such a fucking slut. Sending me videos of you fingering yourself even though I said not to? How needy could you be?" Natasha spoke to you before sitting down on the bed and manhandling you to a position where you lay down on her legs.

"'M sorry Natasha, didn't mean to."

"I know, you said that Detka." She spat out to you before one of her hands made contact with your ass. A red handprint showing on the skin she slapped. A gasp left your mouth with the sudden impact. "How many do you think you deserve?" "5-?"

"Only 5? You think you only deserve 5?"

"Yes..." You whisper, out to her. You were surprised she was able to hear what came out of your mouth. A slight redness coming over your face.

"How about 10, that seems so much better. Huh?"

You didn't respond back to her, only nodding your head and placing it down on the sheets. Even if you tried to go against it, you wouldn't be able to. She had full control over you.

Natasha rubbed the skin for a few seconds before slapping your ass hard once more. A moan left your mouth as your hand grasped the sheets beneath you tightly.

Natasha's free hand was rubbing up and down your back as her other hand made multiple collisions on your now red skin.

Once Natasha was done with the assault on your backside she sat you up on her lap examining your tear-stained face. A small smile appeared on her face knowing she made you this way. She could feel the wetness pooling on her thigh, her finger trailing down to your clit, giving it a small rub. Your hips jolt at the movement and a low moan leaves your mouth. "So wet already? Did me spanking you turn you on that much?" She asked you this knowing that you wouldn't be responding back to her.

Natasha laid you down on your back as she got on her knees and removed her shirt. Your eyes stare at her frame after she takes off the piece of clothing. Her abs were on display, her plaid boxers showing a bit. She had a spider tattoo right where her v-line started. You were in a trance, not being able to look up. That was until Natasha got down on her stomach and started to kiss the inside of your thighs.

She made her way to your cunt, licking a stripe of arousal. "Taste so good baby." she said to you before going back and licking your cunt messily, her sweet praises almost made you think she wasn't mad at you anymore.

Moans drag out of your mouth one by one. A hand coming down and gripping her red hair, shoving her closer to your cunt. Your hips bucking up to her face and she immediately places her strong hand over one of your hips to keep you down. You hate to admit it but you were so close to coming in such a short time. "s-so close Nat, please" you beg out to her. Your head thrown back on the bed as Natasha switched from sucking your clit to sloppily licking your folds and fucking you with her tounge.

She quickly pulled away from your pussy after she heard you were about to cum. Her mouth and lower chin were dripping from your juices. You let a loud whine and started up at Natasha with glossy eyes, hoping it would convince her to let you cum.

"Not gonna work y/n. Should've thought about what would happen before sending me that video." She said before taking off her sweatpants. She walks away to your closet, leaving you a bit confused on why she was going in there.

Your legs close over each other, trying to get some type of pleasure while waiting on Natasha.

Natasha comes back out in the same outfit. Plaid boxers and a sports bra, yet, you noticed something different. She was packing under her boxers.

She walks back over to you and gets on top of you. Her head lowering and slowly kissing your neck, leaving marks all over that will definitely bruise up.

"N-Nat" You moan out to her.

"Shh, just let me use this pretty body baby, okay?" She tells you before sliding her boxers down. The strap popping up and hitting her stomach.

"Please need you so bad Nat." You whimper out to her, waiting for her to do something.

She quickly lines the tip of her strap up against your hole, rubbing it up and down before pushing it in. A strangled moan left your mouth as she bottomed out inside of you. "My cock feel good inside of your pretty pussy?" She asked, to which you nodded. Wrapping your legs against her waist

Natasha thrusted into you at a fast pace, her hands grasping your hips while she fucks into you. "Mm-fuck Natasha feels so good." "Like the way I fuck you? 'Wonder if your friends know that you can be such a slut for my cock." Groans left her mouth as she says your tits jumped up and down the more, she thrusted into you.

Her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes close as she feels the toy press on her clit, giving her a good amount of pleasure. She took one of her hands and circled your erect clit, giving you more pleasure by the moment.

"Please Natahsa, l-let me cum. Please." You moan out to her, hands grasping at her back, leaving crescent shaped scratches on her back. "F-fuck cum with me." She says to you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her thrust start to become inconsistent the closer she gets to her high.

A loud moan leaves your mouth as you finally release on her strap. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth is wide open as you try to ride it out.

With a few more thrusts Natasha cums, a groan leaving her lips as her head is down in the pillow. Her free arm wrapping around you tightly.

"You did so good baby," Natasha tells you before climbing off your body. Her face is now red with some hair sticking to her face.

"Just so you know, I loved the video. You just can't send me that stuff when i'm on a mission, okay?' She tells you before grabbing you a shirt and underwear.

"Yeah, I know, 'just needed you so bad." You say before sitting up to look at her. You see her walking away to the bathroom with a towel, coming back a few minutes later, she helps clean you off.

Once she's done cleaning you off, she helps you into one of her Radiohead shirts. "Thank you, Nat," "You're welcome my love, no go gets some sleep." She tells you while taking off the strap and cleaning it before she slips on another pair of boxers and a sports bra.

As you drift into a peaceful slumber, you feel the comforting embrace of Natasha's arms around your body. One of her arms reaches over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, creating a soothing ambiance in the room.

[hispg]

I will make you forget

Pairings: Roommate! Leon x Fem! Reader

Wc: 2.3k

Summary: After a guy you were dating suddenly ends things with you, you feel bad and blame yourself for the situation. But your roommate Leon promises to make you forget what happened.

Warnings: Porn without plot, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, oral (f receiving), cowgirl, jealousy, praise, dirty talking, overstimulation, pet names.

An: I'm thinking a bit too much about roommate Leon, so there is.

Your day was a mess. Things hadn't worked out at college, apart from the fact that the guy you were meeting just broke things off with you. Over the phone.

You had already noticed his strange behavior over the last few days, but you didn't think things would escalate like this. You thought it would work out this time, and you ended up having a lot of feelings for him.

The first thing you thought of was going back to your apartment, which you shared with a man called Leon, who, by the way, was a great roommate.

And since he wasn't home these days, you could be more free to cry without having to give too many explanations.

You did just that. You stormed into the apartment, ran to your room, and lay down on your bed, curling up like a ball and sobbing your heart out. It was pathetic the way you were still wearing the clothes you'd worn to meet the guy, the idiotic way that this was hurting you in such a manner.

Since you were crying so much, you didn't even notice when Leon came home, steps quiet and silent as always. He thought you weren't home, but that changed as soon as he heard the whimpering coming from your room.

Through the crack in the door, he saw you curled up in the bed, crying a lot. This worried him, and he instinctively went over to your bed, sat down next to you, and put a gentle hand on your back.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, looking at you with a gentle, worried gaze.

You turned to him, your eyes red and swollen, and tears streaming down your face.

"N-nothing..." You said in a sob, hiding your face in the sheets.

He obviously didn't buy your conversation, but he had an answer as soon as he saw a notification on your cell phone, it was from a boy. From the message, he immediately guessed that things hadn't worked out for you, he saw the way you'd been excited over the last few weeks.

He couldn't deny the feeling of jealousy he felt when you talked about the other boy, wishing you were excited about him. But he never had the courage to confess anything to you.

He kept comforting you until you felt better, saying sweet words and caressing you, and this brought you a strange sense of peace.

"You shouldn't cry about these things." He says, his palm caressing your cheek.

You let out a sniffle, sitting up in bed and looking at him. You tried to force a smile, but it didn't work.

He laughed quietly, then said, "Can I do something to make you forget that?"

You looked at him puzzled, then nodded.

He brought his face close to yours, his hand now lifting your chin, his lips met yours, and he gave you a soft, sweet kiss.

"You just need a little love," he murmurs during the kiss, his other hand holding your waist.

You kiss him back, enjoying the feel of his soft lips. He pulls you against him, making you feel the firmness of his body on yours.

It wasn't long before he was gently laying you down on the bed, on top of you.

His hands were now sliding down your body, squeezing and massaging the tense points, his lips not leaving yours for a second.

Once he left your lips, his eyes analyzed you from head to toe, seeing you with your lips parted, lying on the bed, and looking at him with puppy eyes.

"Such a beautiful little thing." He purrs, giving your thigh a little stroke.

You gasped, arching your body a little towards him, your mind a mess, all you could feel was how hot your body was getting. That's because he hadn't done anything yet, just a few kisses, and you could already feel your panties starting to get wet. Imagine when he actually did something?

Suddenly, his hands moved under your thighs, making you spread your legs for him, the grin he gave as soon as he saw that... It was enough to elicit a low whimper from you.

"What a pretty little princess, you don't know how much I've fantasized about it." An almost inaudible whisper, not least because his focus wasn't on you hearing him.

Why was that? Well, his mouth was very busy licking and sucking on your inner thighs, leaving slight marks here and there. His big, warm hands gripping your ass firmly, while he made you moan softly with just those kisses.

"That's so good..." You hum, running your fingers through his hair, and this apparently turned him on even more.

He nodded and was bold enough to run his tongue down your panties, teasing you over the fabric. The bastard went right for your clit, only to draw a sweet moan from your lips.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, urgently needing more contact. Seeing this, he gave a slight grunt, pulling your panties down, licking his lips as soon as he saw your fluids dripping down delicately.

"Fucking pretty." He said, brushing his fingers over your entrance, moving them up and down.

You began to grind against his fingers, begging him with your eyes to do something. Oh, and he certainly did.

He put two fingers in at once, moaning at the way he managed to slide in so easily. You were so wet, and so tight for him.

His fingers curved around you, finding your sweet spots, and with his other free hand he pulled your shirt up along with your bra. He began to fondle your breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers until they were hard.

By then you were letting his name escape your lips more and more, squirming under him.

"Fucking beautiful," he purrs, placing his lips on your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, "Fucking hot."

"Mhmhm, feels so good..." You moaned, pushing his head against your breast even harder, his fingers moving in and out, curving around and hitting your favorite spots again and again.

The way his voice vibrated on your skin with each moan, you could clearly see him rutting against your thigh. He wanted so much to make you his, to put his cock deep inside you, to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

But he needed to taste you first, he needed to make you come at least twice. He wanted to make your body feel numb from how good he was going to make you feel.

"I'm close..." You moan, arching your body and clutching the covers in an effort to hold on anywhere.

His smile grew, he stopped sucking your breast, and to your surprise he began to leave a trail of kisses, starting at your chest and going down, belly, navel, crotch, thighs, and finally where you wanted it most, right at your core.

Another cry came from your lips, your eyes rolling back in your head as you felt his tongue lapping at your clit. His fingers are still moving quickly, in and out.

"Come on, cum for me, I want to taste you." He murmured against your abused hole, redoubling his efforts. He was more than willing to make you come.

You were a whimpering mess, writhing and calling his name. At this point, all the sounds in the room were yours, the impure moans and phrases you never imagined would come out of your mouth.

What you needed was a little push, and he did it, taking his fingers out of you and holding your ass with both hands, sinking his face into your pussy.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." You moaned, pushing his head even further, your thighs pressed against his face.

Once he started fucking you with his tongue, it was over. Your body arched, your eyes went to the back of your head and you whimpered so loudly. As if you'd been to heaven and hell all at once.

Your liquids being sucked by him, sparing no drop. He needed to taste you, a taste he fantasized about too much. He never broke eye contact, you could see him staring at you as he stuck out his tongue and licked your center.

It was so erotic, you were getting all wet once again. Feeling your body heat up even more in the aftermath of orgasm.

Without warning, he let your legs fall onto the bed, and he pulled you into a tongue kiss, making you taste yourself on his lips. You moaned together, seeing how impure the whole situation was. The next thing you heard was his belt, soon followed by the sound of a zipper opening.

As if it were a magic trick, he removed his own clothes, leaving him naked. He helps you remove the few pieces left on your body, and just when you thought he was going to mount you and get on top, he doesn't.

On the contrary, he sits on the bed and spreads his legs, with a naughty smile on his face.

"Give me a ride, pretty girl." He purrs, his erection resting on his stomach.

You bite your lip, looking at his full body, and of course you knew he was hot. But seeing him live was something else.

The defined muscles, the six-pack he had, the pale skin that looked so.. Markable. Your head was soon invaded by these thoughts.

And without you even realizing it, your lips were on his chest, leaving light wet kisses, and one of your hands touched his erection, giving it a light stroke.

"Keep going..." He whispered, ruffling your hair and leaning further back on the bed, giving you room to do whatever you wanted.

You licked, nibbled, rubbed and literally feasted on his chest. It was well worth it, as you heard his soft moans from time to time. As well as the generous layer of pre-cum that dripped onto your fingers.

Seeing this, he was quick to pull you by the hips and place you on his lap, your entrance just above his tip. Just a few centimeters away.

He was desperate, he needed to feel what it was like to fuck you, how well he was going to be able to stretch your walls.

His hips begin to buck upwards, threatening to enter you at once. His hands run up your back, each one stopping on your shoulders.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he captured your lips in a hot, sensual kiss, drawing sweet sounds from you.

With a little force he pushed you down, putting his head inside, eliciting moans and whimpers from both parties.

He was at a point where he couldn't wait, so he thrust his hips upwards as he put you down, making sure he penetrated you all at once.

"Leon!" You moaned at the sudden action, your nails digging into his back.

A wicked grin was his response, and he began to move, while you also grinded against him, both of you moving in sync.

"All you needed was someone to fuck you, didn't you? Someone to claim your pussy?" He purred sensually, rocking into you a little harder.

You nodded, you were being so dumbed down by that cock, going in and out, going so deep and stretching you so well. You couldn't think straight.

Your response was a whimper, your lips parted and you bounced on his cock, as if for the last time.

You could still feel your cunt burning and sensitive from the last orgasm, but who cared? It made things even more exciting somehow.

His hands went down to your ass, separating them and holding them tightly, slamming his cock into you even harder, and you followed the movements.

"Fucking tight, so perfect for me." He growled, leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Mhmhm..." You babble, holding on tightly to his shoulders. You could feel your walls clenching around him, just as he was almost there, too.

Once again his lips find your breast, taking it once more. His tongue playing shamelessly on your nipple.

You were only mumbling things here and there at this point, and you can bet that you sounded just as dumb. Not that you cared much.

"Go on, baby. Come for me, I want to feel it one more time." Fuck, the way he looked at you when he whispered to you.

Your lips open to let out a little squeak, you were so close to the edge.

You obeyed, as if your body was just waiting for this command to finish, you just managed to mutter, "I'm going to come!" Which came out more in the form of a moan than anything else.

And there you went, wetting his cock. The sensation was so overwhelming that you thought you'd pass out. As if your body was numb after yet another orgasm.

He grunted, fucking you with even more fervor, "Fuck, squeeze me harder like that."

That was enough to drive him crazy, with a deep thrust followed by a loud groan he came, filling you with his cum. White cream oozed out of you, his fluids mixing with yours and making a mess.

He kissed you, in a way to calm your nerves, a hot, sloppy tongue kiss, with lots of moans and grunts in between.

"Thank you." You whispered, a shy smile appearing on your lips.

He chuckled, kissing you on the cheek, "You're welcome."

After a few kisses, he rolled you over in bed, snuggling into you and ruffling your hair as you closed your eyes.

"There's a Halloween party in town tomorrow, do you want to go with me?" Leon wasn't much of a party guy, but if it meant spending more time with you, he didn't mind.

Your face lit up, and you hugged him, "Sure, I'd love to go with you."

He sighed contentedly, kissing your forehead, "Well, is going to be a nice day."

You nodded, snuggling with him. It was more than enough to have a date with him. A while later, you were cuddled up, sleeping peacefully.

Who would have thought that on a day like today you'd find this kind of comfort? Things had definitely taken a different turn.

And you loved it, and so did he.

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biker!simon sending you this…

IM CRYING AT HIS SCREAM HELLO no because whys this kinda cute and funny to imagine dhfbwhbf 😭

biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33

just. imagine looking out of the window, frowning in worry at seeing the snow gathering strength – unstoppable in the momentum, blanketing the streets with fluff. any other day you would've grabbed your jacket and slid into your boots to go outside, or perhaps melt into the soft cushions of the couch with a soft music playing in the background until you are reduced to this moment – soaking in the tenderness that comes with winter; a certain nostalgia that waxes and wanes.

but.

simon's still not back, and his only ride home is his bike. he was the one in charge of closing up the shop tonight, and you're certain that he's working alone late today – john's out of the country for a vacation, johnny called in sick, and kyle's visiting his parents – so it's not like someone can drop him off.

(although you know that if johnny or, god forbid, kyle were with simon, they would've brought their bikes too. bunch of hopeless fools, the lot of them.)

you nibble on your bottom lip, playing with it in worry, before snagging your phone from the table to shoot simon a message. you pray that he's not on the road yet.

but before you could type up anything, you receive a message from simon. it's just a little five second video, with a tag-along caption that reads, "i fell."

your heart lurches into your throat, lodging there as worry creeps up and engulfs you. you play the video, not realizing just how hard you are biting on your bottom lip until you had to gasp, blood beginning to rush back into the muscle. still, you ignore the muted throbbing, busy cataloguing simon in his video.

he's staring up at the camera, eyes furrowed, and you're sure he even got his lips pinched in disdain under his balaclava. you note how he's no longer wearing his helmet, and that feeds your rising worries even more. he shows you the snow-filled streets right after, then he pans towards his bike, showing you how the little thing is tipped over and crusted with melting snow.

the video cuts out just at the apex of simon's scream.

the apartment is filled with stagnant silence, not even your heaving breaths could puncture through, before a snort scratches at your throat, the sound creeping up unconsciously.

holy fuck.

you replay the video again just to hear the inhumane screeching at the end, giggling to yourself, before finally replying to him, "send your location pls. gon pick u up."

simon responds instantly, sending you his location – a stretch that's only ten minutes away from the shop – and adds, "my hero."

you send a kissy-sticker. simon sends you the thumbs up emoji and follows it up with the snowman emoji.

what a dork, you think with fond huff.

this aint much n im so sorry its too short :< // taggin: @babygirl-riley @teehee-47 @comeonatmebruh <33

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ER Escapades ━ 이한

genre: doctor au, smut summary: in which you help your husband out at his workplace warnings: smut (mdni) language, pet names (good girl, good boy), oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, passionate sex, rough sex, dirty talk, definitely forgot something pairing: doctor!leehan x fem!reader wc: 2.5k a/n: the hold doctor leehan has on me…😩 (also bare with me as this is my first smut fic) nets: @blossomnet @onedoornet @chrimatanet @k-labels @k-films

Your phone buzzed in your hand, the screen lighting up with a message from Leehan. You glanced at it quickly, your heart skipping a beat as you saw his name. The text was short and to the point: "Need help. Can't focus. Need you here."

You frowned, tapping out a quick reply. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

His response came almost immediately. "Not like that. I need... relief. Can't take care of this myself. I've tried, please come."

Your cheeks flushed as you read the message again. This wasn't like him. Leehan was always so composed, so professional. But here he was, practically begging for help in the middle of his workday. You bit your lip, considering your options. Showing up at the hospital unannounced would be strange, to say the least. But then again, this was your husband asking for your help.

"I can't just show up without a reason, Lee," you typed back, trying to keep your tone casual even though your pulse was racing.

"Come in for a checkup," he replied. "Say you've been feeling ill. I'll handle it personally."

A wave of heat washed over you as you imagined the scenario. You'd be lying, but the thought of being alone with Leehan in a hospital room, where anything could happen, was intoxicating. You swallowed hard, typing back a simple, "Okay."

The drive to the hospital was a blur. You parked in the visitor lot and made your way inside, your heart pounding in your chest. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit you as soon as you walked through the doors, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come.

Leehan had texted you directions to the examination room he'd be using. You followed them, your footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. When you finally reached the door, you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp on the side table. Leehan stood by the exam table, his white coat hanging open to reveal the crisp blue shirt beneath. He looked up as you entered, his eyes dark with desire.

"Thanks for coming," he said, his voice low and husky. "I wasn't sure if you'd actually do it."

You closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you met his gaze. "You asked for my help, Lee. How could I say no?"

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to pull you into his arms. You melted against him, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind tried to process the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, making out with your husband in a hospital room, while he was supposed to be working.

Leehan's hands roamed over your back, slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. You gasped, arching into his touch as he continued to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

"Take off your coat," he murmured against your lips, his fingers already unbuttoning your blouse.

You complied, shrugging out of your jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Leehan's hands moved lower, unfastening your pants and slipping them down your hips. You kicked them off, standing there in nothing but your bra and panties, feeling exposed and exhilarated all at once.

Leehan's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you. "Beautiful," he whispered, lifting you onto the exam table. "Spread your legs for me."

Your breath caught in your throat as you obeyed, parting your thighs and leaning back on your elbows. The cold surface of the table pressed against your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You watched as Leehan slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the table between your legs, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Keep your panties on," he ordered, his voice firm. "I want you desperate for me."

You nodded, your breath hitching as he traced a finger along the lace crotch of your underwear. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you squirm in anticipation.

"Good girl," he praised, his finger dipping beneath the edge of the lace to brush against your clit. "Now, tell me how bad you want this."

"So bad," you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand. "Please, Lee..."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Not yet," he murmured, his fingers moving faster, teasing your aching flesh. "You're going to beg me for it."

You moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the table as he continued to stroke you, driving you wild with need. The thrill of being caught made every touch more intense, every sensation magnified a hundredfold.

"Lee... I can't... please..." you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation.

He chuckled softly, pulling his hand away. "Patience," he said, slipping off the table and kneeling between your legs. "I'm not done with you yet."

You feel the cool, sterile air of the hospital examination room as Leehan's fingers delve deeper into you. The sensation is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, knowing that at any moment someone could walk in. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, but it escapes anyway, a soft, breathy sound that makes Leehan's eyes gleam with pleasure.

"Leehan, please," you whisper, your voice trembling with need. "I can't take much more of this."

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Then beg me," he commands, his tone dripping with dominance. "Tell me what you want."

You shiver, caught between the desire to submit and the fear of being overheard. But the throbbing ache between your legs overrides any hesitation. "Please, Leehan, I need you. Inside me, now. Please."

His fingers withdraw slowly, leaving you aching for more. He stands up, unbuttoning his pants with practiced ease, releasing his hard erection. You watch him, mesmerized by the sight, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," he orders, his voice firm. You comply immediately, sinking down onto the cold linoleum floor. The sensation against your skin adds another layer of excitement to the encounter. You look up at him, your eyes filled with longing.

He guides himself to your mouth, his cock nudging against your lips. You open willingly, taking him in, feeling the warmth and hardness filling your mouth. He groans, his hands threading through your hair, guiding you deeper. Your tongue swirls around him, tasting the pre-cum that beads at the tip.

The sounds of the hospital—distant footsteps, muffled conversations, the occasional beep of medical equipment—create a backdrop that heightens every sensation. Each time you hear a noise, your heart races, unsure if someone might be about to enter the room.

Leehan's grip on your hair tightens as he thrusts deeper, his breathing growing ragged. You match his rhythm, eager to bring him pleasure, to give him release. His hand moves from your hair to your cheek, cupping it gently as he looks down at you, his expression a mix of pride and raw desire.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "So good."

You feel a surge of pride, your cheeks flushing with heat. You redouble your efforts, sucking him harder, using your tongue to tease the underside of his shaft. His hips buck involuntarily, pushing deeper, driving you further into submission.

But just as you sense he's close, he pulls away abruptly, leaving you panting and desperate. You look up at him, confusion and frustration etched on your face.

"Not yet," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you first."

He helps you back onto the examination table, positioning you so your back rests against the padded headrest. You spread your legs wide, giving him full access. He kneels between them, his eyes locked onto yours as he begins to lick and kiss his way up your inner thighs.

The sensation is electric, sending shivers through your body. You arch your back, pressing yourself closer to his mouth. His tongue finds your clit, circling it slowly at first, then increasing in speed and pressure. You cry out, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support.

"Leehan!" you gasp, your voice high and strained. "Oh God, yes! Right there! Don't stop!"

He doesn't stop. Instead, he uses one hand to hold your hips steady while his other teases your entrance, playing with your folds, stroking the sensitive skin just outside your opening. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear, your body trembling with impending release.

Your moans grow louder, blending with the ever-present hospital noises. You close your eyes, lost in the pleasure, barely registering when Leehan shifts, lining himself up with your entrance. He enters you slowly, inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his size.

You feel full, stretched around him, your muscles clenching instinctively. He pauses, letting you get used to the feeling before he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an inevitable climax.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with need. You open your eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity of his stare sends a jolt of energy through you, heightening every sensation.

With each thrust, the bed creaks softly, adding to the urgency of the moment. You can feel the vibrations through the mattress, amplifying the physical connection between you. Your breaths come in short, sharp gasps, your body arching upwards to meet his.

"Leehan, I'm so close," you whimper, your voice breaking with desperation. "Please, I need..."

"Just let go," he whispers, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. "Let it happen."

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you do. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, overwhelming your senses. You cry out, your body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

Leehan follows soon after, his own release washing over him as he buries himself deep inside you. His breath comes in harsh gasps, his chest heaving with exertion. For a few moments, neither of you speak, simply basking in the aftermath of your shared pleasure.

But then, just as you begin to relax, the door handle jiggles.

The door handle jiggles again, and the room falls silent for a split second. Leehan pulls away slightly but keeping you close, your bodies still glistening with sweat. "Shh," he whispers, his voice barely audible as he presses a finger to his lips. The door handle stops moving, and you both hold your breath, listening intently.

After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps fade away, and Leehan relaxes, his hand still resting on your waist. "We can't stay here much longer," he murmurs, his voice low and urgent. "But before we leave, I need you to finish what you started."

You gaze up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. "What do you mean?" you ask, though you already know the answer.

Leehan's eyes darken with desire as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I want you to take control this time," he whispers. "Show me how much you need me."

Your pulse quickens at his words, your body responding instantly to the suggestion. You nod slowly, your resolve strengthening. "Lie back," you command, your voice steady despite the tremor of excitement running through you.

Leehan obeys without hesitation, stretching out on the examination table, his hands resting above his head. The sight of him, spread out and vulnerable, sends a jolt of heat through your body. You cup his balls gently, feeling the weight of them in your hand, and then trail your fingers up the length of his shaft.

Leehan groans softly, his hips arching off the table in response to the touch. "Please," he breathes, his eyes closed, "don't make me wait."

You smirk, your confidence growing. "Patience," you say, your voice a sultry drawl. "You're going to earn this."

You continue to stroke him, your grip firm yet teasing. Each pass of your hand brings him closer to the edge, but you slow your pace just as he starts to build toward release. You lean in closer, your mouth hovering just above his cock, but you don't give him the satisfaction of taking him in.

"Beg me," you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. "Tell me why you need this."

Leehan's eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you, his expression a mixture of desperation and desire. "Please," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. "I need you... I need to feel you."

Your heart races at his words, your own desire flaring hotter. "Good boy," you say, voice laced with approval. You finally lower your mouth to his cock, taking him in deeply, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length.

Leehan's hands clamp down on the edges of the table, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. "Fuck," he gasps, his voice ragged. "That's it... just like that."

You continue to suck him, movements precise and deliberate. You vary your pace, sometimes quickening until Leehan is thrusting into your mouth, other times slowing to a torturous crawl. You take your hand to guide him, adding pressure at the base to heighten the sensation.

Leehan's moans grow louder, more desperate, letting you know he's close. You pull off him briefly, looking up into his eyes. "Do you want to come?" Your voice soft and seductive.

"Yes," Leehan answers immediately, his chest heaving with exertion. "God, yes..."

You smile, lips curling into a wicked grin. "Then come for me," you say, returning to his cock with renewed intensity. You take him deep, swallowing around him as you quicken your pace, working him harder and faster.

Leehan's head falls back, his eyes rolling shut as he surrenders to the pleasure. "Ah, fuck... I'm gonna...!" His words cut off as his orgasm crashes over him, his cock pulsing between your lips. He comes hard, his seed filling your mouth as his body convulses with each powerful spasm.

You swallow every drop, savoring the taste of him, then you pull off slowly, licking your lips clean. You stand up straight, watching as Leehan lies there, spent and panting, his eyes glazed with satisfaction.

"Did you enjoy that?" You ask, voice dripping with smugness.

Leehan opens his eyes and meets your gaze, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "More than words can say," he replies.

Your heart swells with pride, the earlier tension melting away under the warmth of his gratitude. You reach down to help him sit up, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. "Let's get cleaned up," you suggest, your tone gentle now.

As you start to redress, the hospital intercom crackles to life overhead, announcing the next patient to be seen. Leehan freezes momentarily, his eyes darting to the door. "We should go," he says, his voice tinged with urgency.

You nod, understanding the risk you're taking by staying any longer. You finish buttoning your clothes and quickly gather your things. Just as your about to leave, Leehan catches your hand, stopping you.

"Wait," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He steps closer, pressing a kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to convey his gratitude. "Thank you," he murmurs against your mouth.

You smile, heart swelling with affection. "Anytime, doctor," you reply.

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Birthday Blues

Pairing: Seungcheol x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warning: Slight cursing, birthday blue depression

Summary: Seungcheol is always on time to self-congratulate himself on his birthday, you'd imagine he would do the same for others, except his timing wasn't perfect on Carat's birthday or even your birthday. But how can you rely on him to remember your birthday if he doesn't know?

A/N: This is my first ff, so bear with me y’all

The first year dating Seungcheol was a strange yet overwhelming journey, to say the least. As sweet as the first dates, first kisses, first "I love yous," first intimacy, and first everything, together really tested your small inexperienced heart, but as your first boyfriend, Seungcheol did everything in his power to ease the journey. I mean that's what the first year is all about, right? Getting to know each other and building trust on an intimate level. One fact that you learned about Seungcheol throughout your relationship was that Seungcheol always tends to be on standby minutes before his birthday to receive early birthday messages. In fact, the first couple weeks you two started dating, his brothers all warned you if you failed to congratulate him at midnight on the dot, he would become a sulky monster against you until the end of existence. Although they make it sound like an over exaggeration, sulky Seungcheol is truly a force to be reckoned with. It's not every day he gets showered in love and attention, so he always expects special treatment on his special day. You'd imagine he would do the same for others, except his timing wasn't perfect on Carat's birthday or even your birthday. But how can you rely on him to remember your birthday if he doesn't know?

The morning sunshine peeked through the windows, waking you from deep slumber. Tossing and turning in Seungcheol bed, hoping for early snuggles, your eyes opened, and you realized you were all alone in the empty bed. He must've left early for work It's not the best way to start the day, but you weren't going to let this ruin your day. The day immediately started with a phone call, not from Seungcheol but none other than your mother herself.

"Hello-"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!"

"Aw thank you mom-"

Meanwhile, in the distance, Kkuma's ears perk up to the sound of your voice and dashes towards your end of the bed. She interrupts your conversation with sweet (aggressive) kisses; you have to calm her down with gentle pats brushing through her white fur.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!"

"Wow, again thanks mom. That's all really sweet to say at 7 am."

"Oh please, can't I just celebrate my kid? It feels like just yesterday you were crying and screaming like a baby and now your__ years old. Gosh. Anyways, hopefully my gift arrives safely in the mail today. Any plans today? Maybe with that boyfriend of yours? Hmmm?"

Of course. Ever since you revealed your newfound partner to people, your mom especially, constantly pesters for any details about him or your relationship. However, dating a worldwide idol doesn't make your relationship any easier, so both of you agreed to be careful about what you share while protecting each other.

"His name is Seungcheol, and no, he hasn't mentioned anything to me, so I'll probably go on with my usual day."

"Ehhh? No, I'm sure he has something in mind like a surprise! *Gasp* How romantic would that be!?"

"Yeah sure. Look mom, I should really get going for today. Thanks for the birthday wishes."

"Yes, yes! Go on, come visit soon sweetie!"

"Alright, Love you-"

*Call Ended*

… Wow, for one who loves to yap, she was quick to end the call

You turned your attention back to Kkuma and cupped her fluffy tiny head in your hands.

"Do you think dad knows about today?" You asked.

There was a moment of silence as if she was seriously contemplating the question until she licked your nose as a pity response.

"Yeah, I'm not sure either. I'll try to ignore it, I suppose."

The mixed internal conflict running in your mind was condensed and released in the form of a heavy sign. Indulging in the peaceful hour, your eyes wander around his room, which eventually lands on the clock, reading 7:30 am!!

"Shit! How is it already 7:30? I'm going to be late- oh sorry hun."

The commute from Seungcheol place to your work only takes 15 minutes, but that wasn't even enough time to get ready. Kkuma, who becomes slightly concerned, watches you running left and right across Seungcheol’s place like a crazy maniac. It was a race against the clock, and there was only time for you to wash, dress, and gather your belongings. You miraculously managed to arrive in the nick of time. However, the moment you parked yourself dark storm clouds began to shroud the sky, and all your efforts to look put together were drenched, all in vain, by the cursed rain. To make matters worse, you misplaced your key card, which locked you out of the building.

Darn, I must've forgotten it back at Seungcheol's place. I almost made it too. Now what?

Sulking on your forgetfulness, you slowly approached the front doors, where you had to negotiate access into the building with security. To the security guards, you seem like an insane freak straight out of a horror film. It took several calls to your department to finally convince them. Once inside, you received several puzzled stares passing by as you trudged your way up the office. You finally arrived 30 minutes late to your desk only to soon be summoned by your authorities for a stern lecturing. You sat obediently through a literal bully session for your incompetence, selfishness, and inactive efforts that discourages your teams to meet deadlines. You've clearly seen better days before. Despite the cursed mishaps, you mask your disheartened feelings with a brave face and push forward. You mentally longed for Seungcheol to comfort you through this humiliating moment. Right on cue, when you attempted to contact him, your phone was on the verge of death, and you just so happened to forget your phone charger behind. *PerfecT*.

Meanwhile, in the practice rooms of HYBE INSIGHT, the seventeen members rehearsed their dance routine once more in preparation for their next comeback. After the dance coach instructed a 10-minute break, the members sat huddled together and took a moment to organize a celebratory party (but really an excuse to drink).

"This might be last minute, but why don't we have the party tonight? We could do it after practice at Mingyu and Wonwoo’s place." Hoshi exclaims.

"What dude? Just because I can cook multiple servings doesn't mean I'm gonna serve all your hungry asses," Mingyu argues. "Let's just go out to that new restaurant down the road."

"Oh, that sounds better! What’s the place called again? I'll get reservations ready," Seungcheol says as he searches for his phone.

"But Hyung, I thought you'd be busy tonight?" Seungkwan assumes with a confused face. This news alters all the members' attention towards him. Together their curiosity pierced Seungcheol for answers.

"Uh, nope. Why would you think that?

"Today is (insert bdate) right? I’m pretty sure that’s her birthday, so I figured you guys were going to celebrate."

"Birthday… I had no idea. She never said anything about a birthday." Seungcheol pauses in disbelief.

"What are you serious? You forgot?" Vernon hissed as he knocked him back into reality.

"Wait no, she never told me about her birthday. I need to call her."

His fingers fidgets through his phone to search for your contact. Seconds go by, and the ringtone eventually reaches voicemail. He hits the messages app in panic and spams texts nonstop, but there is still no response.

"Guys I think I really fucked up, she isn't responding back to me," Seungcheol whined while running his head through his hair. "What do I do now?"

"Hey, calm down it's not entirely too late, just-"

" Alright boys, break time is over now. Let's get in position for the last set." Seungcheol eyes widen

"I've got an idea hyung, let's get this over with so we can get out sooner."

After work, you stepped outside the building as the last person to finish. You had to work overtime to compensate for your tardiness this morning. You don't overlook the dark empty scenery before you. You let the cold breeze carry you toward your car and slump into your seat. This rarely isolated atmosphere allowed you to shed a few tears before you started your engine. You were well aware of your chronic case of birthday blues, yet each birthday seems worse than the last. Although you don't mind the attention people typically receive on their birthday, it breaks your heart knowing that most people in your life don't acknowledge you. You obviously can't blame Seungcheol; it was a miscommunication on your part, but you can help to feel unworthy, especially from the heck of a day you had. You just remind yourself that the day is finally over and you can ignore it like a regular old day.

You debated whether you should head straight home or back to Seungcheol place. Every fiber in your body wanted to return home, but you realized you still needed to pick up some essential items you had left behind after learning from your rookie mistakes today. You had no idea of Seungcheol's whereabouts; for all you could tell, he could still be practicing with the boys, asleep, or at home waiting for you. You prayed that wasn't the case because you weren't sure if you were emotionally prepared to confront and mask your weak self.

I'm just going to grab my stuff then leave without him knowing. Yeah… that's the plan

You stand facing Seungcheol's door and take a deep breath before entering. You glance up at the ceiling asking the universe for this impending fate to be in your favor for once. Once you stepped inside, the room was completely dark. There was a faint illumination from another room that piqued your interest. You silently slipped off your shoes and found a trail of rose petals on the floor leading to the light.

" Kkuma, no! Don't eat the roses, those are for Y/Nie. She should be here at any moment…*sigh* I hope she's safe." Seungcheol trembled while making some sort of commotion in the kitchen.

Now that you know Seungcheol is home, you wonder if it's too late to abort the mission, but your conscience reasoned that there is no turning back now. You haven't seen Seungcheol at all today, and he is expecting you. You tread carefully over the roses, following to the end of the trail and witness a sight to behold.

A candle-lit room with a soft romantic tune and the sweet aroma of all your favorite dishes traveled across the kitchen. Despite the pilling dishes in the sink, you realized his place was more polished than you remembered, decorated in fact. The dining table was set almost exactly similar to an elegant restaurant with wine, dinnerware, flowers, and even more candles. Then your attention averts to the man on the ground being all loving and affectionate with his daughter. She barks to alert your presence and struggles to escape her father's embrace.

"Hey…" he said breathlessly. He immediately stands and rushes to your side. You both stare lovingly until his arms engulf you in a warm hug.

"I missed you," he breaks the silence without letting go of you. "You didn't respond to any of my calls… l'm-"

Before he could finish his thought, you knew you had to clear the air.

"Yeah. Sorry, I had a bit of a rough day, and I left my charger here before I left for work," you release the hug to show him your inactive phone when you stare back at his gentle eyes. "So, My phone was basically dead the whole day."

"Oh…" He realizes. He struggles to find the right words to phrase his next thought.

"Look, babe. I'm not gonna pretend with you, especially when I *deep sigh* completely forgot your birthday. I'm so sorry." His voice cracked softly as he spoke the last sentence. He tilts his head up to hide his tears from rolling down his face.

"Oh, how did you uh, find out?" you stuttered.

"You were hiding it from me?"

" No I-"you left a sigh and avoided his eyes. "It's complicated, I didn't purposefully hide it from you… You see I don't exactly have a great relationship with my birthday. I don't know; I just always seem to dread the day because each year, I'm reminded I'm getting older and there’s still so much I haven’t accomplished… It makes me feel like a failure every time. When I was younger, every time I invited people to celebrate my birthday, I always felt guilty for forcing them into a party they would rather not be wasting time at, so I always found myself lonely on my birthday… I guess that's why I rarely tell people about my birthday."

You look back at Seungcheol's bloodshot eyes staring into you whilst he processes your words. His intense stare made you quiver and shrink in size. Before you could look away, Seungcheol slumped his head on your shoulder, and you could feel his hot tears staining your skin.

"You- How dare those shitty people make you hate yourself on YOUR DAY." You laugh in between your tears. Seungcheol takes a deep breath and kisses your tears. "Look I get it growing up sucks, but you can't be so hard on yourself. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, so it breaks my heart that you think that lowly of yourself."

You both probably spent a good minute hugging each other to digest each other's words when a soft beeping alarm from the oven catches both your attention. Seungcheol smiles and runs his hands from your shoulders to your hands, dragging you to the sound.

"I might not be the best first boyfriend, but I couldn't let the day end without celebrating it with my girl, so I, uh, tried to make you a cake and set up this special dinner."

He swears he saw the whole universe in your eyes when your eyes sparkled at his words. Together, you decorated the cake, danced hysterically to the music, sipped on wine, and dined with take-out before feasting dessert. All the early inconveniences that ruined you initially washed away with Seungcheol. Now Seungcheol lights the candles on the cake while singing to you.

" Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Y/N, Happy birthday to you~ Make a wish."

You clasped your hands together while taking a few seconds carefully deciding your precious wish. Once you mentally lock it in, you blow the flames out and watch the smoke dissipate between you and Seungcheol.

" What did you wish for?"

"I can't say if I want it to come true hmm?"

[nctstar]

idk if u write for tbz but if u do can i request haechan and sunwoo smut pls! if not gamer! hyuck and renjun would b great ILYYY

hi! this is so late I'm sorry :( I don't write for tbz! but definitely for nct. I tried my best with the gamer aspects but I am not a gamer so...ANYWAY I tried my best, what can I sayyy :D hope you like ily too <3

do i seem familiar?

The softness of his lips erupted on your mouth, shutting your eyes, letting him taste you. He slipped his tongue inside, and you gasped. Pulling away, you wanted to whine, beg, anything to taste him again. He brought one hand to your face, stroking the side of your jaw. “What’s your name?”

“_.” Your brain was yelling at you to stop, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leant it, letting your lips passively feel his. “It’s _.”

“Good girl.” That alone would have made your knees fall apart, but you stiffened, sighing gently. “I want to know what name I need to be moaning tonight.”

pairing: hyuckren x fem!reader (no hyuckren ship)

other members: none

word count: 5k

genre: SMUT bro what can i say

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! reader is a streamer/cam girl, reader and hyuckren speak in korean and english throughout and sometimes don't understand each other but everything is consensual! mention of breasts multiple times, threesome, breastplay, use of whore and slut, profanity, degradation (not too crazy), dom!hyuckren, bit of thigh slapping, fingering, squirting, being held down + manhandled, begging. oral (male receiving), praise kink, intense orgasms, double penetration, rough sex, crying during and after sex, tiny bit of overstimulation (not really), finishing inside, kissing, alluding to aftercare at the end (very important!)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: lowkey i think all my smuts are a little bit similar to each other haha. ALSOO the italics in quotations are things said in korean, and non-italics is english, hope that's not confusing.

y_3to3: you look so pretty today baby <3

A flood of messages inundated your screen, aggressively drowning out the simplicity of the one that had caught your eye. Much like a passing quiet comment as you walked down the street, or even less – a whisper of a thought, someone who knew too much, or not at all, the thought begging to be heard.

Your face felt hot under the mask, your eyes threatening to water at the light radiating off your many monitors. The red dot blinked, one, two, matching your heartbeat. Camera on.

“Thank you!” You responded as you fixed your top, a skimpy strappy corset top, your chest bursting at the seams as the old push-up bra did its work. You were suddenly nervous, as if he could really see you. Past all the screens, the messages flooding into your inbox, the red, blinking light.

You wondered what the other men would think knowing you and y_3to3 had met. Would they cry? Wail? Beg on their hands and knees in front of you – in front of him? Would they get aggressive? You hadn’t really thought of that. His handsome demeanour, your soft skin, the way your body just melted under the heat of his body…it was not something you could resist by thinking logically.

“No game today, guys. It’s Halloween! I thought we could just chat for a while!” You fought the urge to itch the strap underneath your right armpit, becoming more and more aware of how uncomfortable the bra was. Smiling through it all, you continued. “Uh, can anyone guess who I am?”

The messages didn’t stop coming, but nobody was answering.

You coughed awkwardly, readjusting yourself in your chair, sneaking glances in the mirror behind your camera to check what you were showing off. Damn, you thought, seeing your boobs pushed together, the pouty pink lips and the doe eyes staring back at you, I look like a whore.

New member. The notification caught your eye. No one had really added themselves mid-stream in a while now, not anybody new, at least.

“Hey, welcome!” Your voice came out hesitant, the same paranoia that always overtook you filling your senses. What if it was your mom, or your boss?

You gulped, but there was a message waiting for you within seconds.

해찬: 마스크걸?

Shit. You didn’t know how to read Korean, only learning how to speak bits and pieces here and there.

“Uh…” You were nervous, not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but also having this sudden urge to accommodate the stranger that had dominated all of a sudden. “My Korean is not great. And I can’t read. But, thank you.” You cringed at the sound of your own voice, and almost wanted to end the stream right then and there. But then, they replied.

해찬: you speak very good.

A weird warmth spread your stomach, and you couldn’t help yourself. “Thank you, uh, I’m not sure…oh gosh, I guess I have to Google Translate your username! That’s embarrassing.”

해찬: my name is hae-chan.

“Oh, n-nice, nice to meet you.” His forwardness took you off guard, mainly being used to men who had never spoken to a woman in real life joining your chat, timidly hiding in the shadows until they got a glimpse of cleavage and couldn’t hold it in anymore. You gave a small smile, one that would please everyone, but also hide something extra for the people you liked and wanted.

y_3to3: he said you’re mask girl. it’s pretty obvious.

y_3to3: you don’t need google translate. i can do it for you. and more. if you want.

Your heart pounded, suddenly quietened by this virtual conversation. Your eyes read the letters over and over again, until the texts rose on the screen.

해찬: yeah, so can i. i just thought she could read korean. my bad.

Your head swam, not knowing how to process all this. One had itched to turn your camera off, suddenly feeling really vulnerable and exposed. That blinking red light kept relenting in the background.

You clapped your hands together. “Guys, it’s kinda getting late! You guys need your sleep, and so does your Mask Girl!” You ignored the men who moaned and groaned at it being only 11pm, and how you didn’t even dance for them tonight, or spill water down your shirt. “Until next time, okay? Stay safe, everyone!” Your voice felt too perky, like it was out of a Black Mirror episode, unsettling and uncanny.

The red, blinking light went off, and you sighed. A million thoughts entered your brain, but they were all immersed in the fog of tiredness that took over your body. Legs moving at their own accord, you stumbled over to your bed, ripping the mask off in the process. As your stomach pushed up on the already too-tight top, you felt breathless as you lay at the foot off your bed, but you closed your eyes, listening to your muscles screaming for rest. “Renjun, his name was Renjun, I think…” You whispered, feeling a little crazy, a little like a witch or a little girl trying to manifest the attention of their crush they looked at for 2 seconds. He hadn’t taken his mask off, but you had felt him anyways. Inches sheathed inside you, thrusting in time with your moans. “Fuck.” How could you want someone that bad? Is this what those lonely men in your dms felt like?

Nevertheless, the memory of the smell of expensive cologne, hands roaming limitlessly on your uncovered body, dragon-like eyes watching you as you fell apart – all of it let you dream restlessly, your body twisted uncomfortably on your bed, your computer droning in the background and the makeup remaining untouched on your face, skincare be damned.

∞

You hadn’t seen his face before today, and you kind of hated yourself for agreeing to meet him again. He was mask-less, and you quickly realised he had a face sculpted by divine forces themselves, sharp, meticulous, perfect. Enough to ruin your life in a heartbeat.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Renjun? I-I’m sorry if I’m not pronouncing that right.”

He nodded silently, and you fought the urge to hold your breath, his skin shone even under the crappy lighting of the PC bang. An awkward silence ensued as your brain scrambled for the right words, not only to say but the ones that would be grammatically correct in Korean. “Thanks for inviting me here. Should we find a place now?”

“Are you hungry?” His eyes searched yours, and you felt the pull you had that night at that hotel room, last night as you read the message, he had boldly hit send on for the world to see.

“No.” You shook your head, trying not to smile in an off-putting way. You prayed he hadn’t noticed the pimple on your face, and your anxiety made sure you were thinking about the fact that you had done your makeup differently every second since you had left the house. It looks good. On camera. Not in person. You kinda look like a slut. But in a good way? Too much blush. Should have worn lashes. Should have worn makeup like the day he felt compelled to take you to a hotel and f-

“I brought my friend. Do you mind?” He looked nervous now, or maybe he was nervous the whole time? You weren’t sure. As you thought of other things, you didn’t process the fact that he had asked you a question.

“Is this her?” You could have sworn you had heard a voice, but Renjun didn’t react to it, and you wondered if it was another voice in your head. “That’s okay, right? Or if you don’t want him here-“

“Him?” Another person was definitely a little unexpected. But you swallowed the little shock you had and tried to reply normally. It’s not that bad. It won’t be awkward. At least he didn’t say she – HAH!

“No, I mean, that’s okay!” Your voice was started to travel upwards to an obnoxiously high pitch, and you willed it down again. “Is he here?”

“Renjun-ah, I already found a place for the two of us. You didn’t tell me she was-oh.” The unidentified voice stopped as soon as the man stood in your line of sight. The first thing you did was use all of your willpower to prevent your jaw muscles slackening and letting your mouth drop wide open.

Holy fuck. He is so hot.

“Donghyuck.” He nodded so slightly it could have easily been missed. Your brain on overdrive at the sight of two of the hottest men you had ever encountered in front of you made you momentarily mute, and it was like Donghyuck picked up on that. Smirking, he looked down, muttering cute.

Oh my god, what is happening right now…

“This is my friend…maybe we better sit down somewhere else?” You nodded, forcing yourself to hum in response so it didn’t seem like you had gone brainless suddenly. You tried to contribute to the visual search, looking around, but your ears heated up at the realisation that Donghyuck was staring you up and down. His black rimmed eyes, whether from makeup or lack of sleep, danced across your body before resting on your facial features, making your stomach start doing backflips. You pointed at an empty row, desperate now to sit down. “There. That works, right?”

“Sure.” The English rolled off Donghyuck’s tongue in a way that indicated it wasn’t his first language, but he was oozing with confidence regardless. You finally met his gaze, fire erupting in your throat as he smirked directly at you.

Minutes later, for some reason, you were seated in the middle of them – Renjun on your right, Donghyuck on your left. The nerves were being pushed aside with a sort of familiar comfort as the game, one you had played multiple times on stream, one you were famously good at, started up. Colours flickered across your shiny eyes as you stared, unblinking.

When you started playing, you might as well have forgotten about the last twenty minutes of your life. Your fingers sprung across the keys, words erupting out of your mouth without permission. At one point, Donghyuck’s character and yours fought for an entire five minutes, both of you getting so close to finishing before swapping over, going at it repeatedly (that’s what she said). At the last minute, you prevailed. You heard him curse loudly as the character fell to the ground, red blinking letters taunting him, filling his screen. “Oh, she’s good.”

“Mmm, she is.” The emotions that had raced through your body moments ago was fighting this newfound adrenaline in your system, and you wondered what to say next. What to do next. Your hands were getting clammy, cold. Your right leg bounced on the seat.

“Again?” You turned to Donghyuck, unaware of the confidence that was taking over. He glanced at you before returning to his screen, rebooting the game. You were getting ready to turn back around, face your screen, when he said,

“Were you mask girl on camera last night?”

It’s like you could feel Renjun’s eyes widen. You were shocked, hairs rising on end. The anonymity that came with your job shattered with dangerous intent, and you tried to shake your head, to deny it. You were never a great liar.

“We hooked up once, Donghyuck. It’s not what you think.” The words pierced you, and you were frozen in place, like someone just superglued you to your seat.

“That’s not what I was saying- Look. Renjun told me what you do. And, you kinda remind me of the girl I saw last night.”

So any girl with tits is a cam girl to you? You wanted to say, but the language barrier and the decency that comes with being in a public place stopped you. And what if I am? Why are you asking me this?

“Why are you saying stuff like this?”

“No, I-“

“Donghyuck.” Renjun’s voice came as a warning, but that was when you noticed Donghyuck’s name on the screen, unapologetically butting into the conversation.

해찬

“Oh my god.” Both men appeared concerned, stopping their bickering. You felt one hand rest on your thigh gently, tentatively. “Sorry, are you-“

“You’re Haechan?” You turned to Donghyuck, and he nodded carefully, dark eyes locked into yours, blank, unassuming. Your stomach swirled with the remnants of the thin instant coffee you had swallowed minutes ago, Renjun’s hand on your thigh stilling your bouncing leg. “I just, well, I didn’t expect-“

“It was, um, accident. I’m not like other men.” You fought the urge to snicker at his endearing broken English, sounding completely like an incel but not intending too. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was just curious. And Renjun told me he had met a cam girl, and, well, it kind of just made sense in the moment.”

You nodded, not sure how to react. You watched as Donghyuck’s hands flew as he spoke, his lips curled in, almost pouting, his features turning almost cartoonishly apologetic. It was so adorable, a stark contrast to the intensity of his eyes, the sharp edges of the hair that grazed his eyebrows.

Renjun sighed loudly, and you felt the warmth leave the middle of your thigh as he removed his hand from your body. He cursed silently, rubbing at his temples. “Sorry if this made you uncomfortable.”

“N-no, no,” You tried to be reassuring, but your voice shook, not for the reasons they had thought originally though. Here you were, your secrets out, quite literally in the middle of two men you had met in person that you weren’t sure if they were thinking the same thing as you – you needed them so bad – the hypersexual nature of your side hustle now glaringly obvious, threatening to break the taboos of a normal interaction. You shuffled in your seat, right leg itching to rest over your left. “It’s okay, um. You guys seem nice enough. Shall we get something to eat after this?”

One thing had led to another. One instance of Donghyuck swiping his card before you could even flick yours out. Let me. Renjun picking up a dessert you had said you liked in your streams maybe once. Them gesturing at your nose, realising the whipped cream had rubbed off. You licking your fingers with satisfaction underneath the white flickering lights of the convenience store. Tastes so good, wow. Donghyuck’s fingers grazing your hips as he pushed past you to open the door for you and Renjun. You pretending not to notice that Renjun was staring at your top, hoodie off to expose the crop you usually only wear at home, feeling embarrassed that there was a stain on the right arm. Wondering if he thought you were unkempt, unorganised. Wondering if that was a turn off…

“Wow, nice building.” Donghyuck’s hair shone as you looked back at him, your Hello Kitty bag slung over one of his forearms. You pressed your lips together, feeling a little vulnerable, maybe even a little scared. “Yeah, I get good money from, well. Maybe I should just quit my job!” Renjun laughed, but Donghyuck was silent, perhaps from not understanding, perhaps thinking about something else. You weren’t sure.

“Um, I don’t really have a dining room,” Your voice trailed off as you looked at the mess in your little kitchenette, the lack of a sofa or coffee table imminent in the blankness of the room. “Been kind of busy, didn’t really have time to…” You were more or less lying, more or less talking to yourself, forgetting that English was probably not the best language to explain things in right now. You nodded at no one in particular, before pointing at your bedroom door. “Should we…?”

Renjun had laughed audibly when stepping into your room, Donghyuck muttering cute once again but just a bit louder this time. You chuckled weakly, but your face started to burn, embarrassment leaking into your veins like a potent poison. The plushies and Sanrio merch made you feel more exposed than ever, and your eyes widened when you noticed your favourite orange dildo resting on the bed, as shameless as a naked lover waiting for you after a long day at work. “Uh, okay, um,” You began to babble, trying to quickly shove away the apparatus and praying it would grow legs and run away while they weren’t looking. “You can sit here.”

You bounced on the bed as the two men perched themselves next to you, you in the middle again. The plastic bags filled with random knick-knacks Donghyuck had swore you wanted crinkled as he bent over, tying a knot at the top. “You alright? You seem…nervous.” His nonchalant concern made you want to melt, want to lean over and start making out with him. What did you want, really? Why did you invite them here?

“Are you waiting for something?” Renjun’s breath tickled your ear, surprising you. You turned to face him. His scent the same as that night. Leaning over, his eyes darted back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

The softness of his lips erupted on your mouth, shutting your eyes, letting him taste you. He slipped his tongue inside, and you gasped. Pulling away, you wanted to whine, beg, anything to taste him again. He brought one hand to your face, stroking the side of your jaw. “What’s your name?”

“_.” Your brain was yelling at you to stop, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leant it, letting your lips passively feel his. “It’s _.”

“Good girl.” That alone would have made your knees fall apart, but you stiffened, sighing gently. “I want to know what name I need to be moaning tonight.”

As if on cue, you felt one arm wrap around your middle, knee nudging your legs apart. You tried to whip your head around, but Renjun stopped you, pressing down on your forehead so your head rested on the back on Donghyuck’s upper shoulders. You whimpered. “Donghyuck…”

“Shh, it’s okay. I got you.” You both adjusted so you were perched on his lap now, staring at Renjun, eyes wide in anticipation. You felt Donghyuck’s hard-on press into the ridge of your lower back. Stifling a moan, you tried to slip up and down his lap, but felt a hard slap on your thigh when you did, your actions failing to go unnoticed.

“Whore.” You whimpered, feeling Donghyuck nibble on your ear, relentlessly but also with a slight care, as if tending to an animal at flight risk. “Take your top off, if you want this.”

If you want this. His words swam in your ears, and both men paused, waiting for you to act. The tension in the air was thick, but also, you realised, fragile, like a bubble of lust that would pop with the right words, if you didn’t consent. They would definitely leave. They would never mention it again.

But you shrugged off Donghyuck’s arms around you, almost drooling at the veins, the muscles that bulged even as he let go. You pulled your top off, one hand behind your back to unclip your bra. You could feel the surprise, the shock, before Renjun latched onto one of your nipples, your back arching and Donghyuck pulling you flush against him again. “O-oh…”

“You think you can cum just like this? Filthy girl.” You weren’t really sure what exactly he was talking about, but you understood cum and whore, and you shook your head. “Want more, pl-, ah, Renjun-ah!” He started leaving love bites down the middle of your chest, another hand flicking your other nipple. You squirmed. “Please, please…”

“Showing off her rack to any man who wants it, Donghyuck-ah, did you know?” You did understand that, and your eyes watered at the humiliation, simultaneously feeling yourself get wetter as you did. “Fuck, I bet she gets off on it.”

You shook your head, but you were moaning too, which didn’t really help your case. “Please, wanna cum, please, no more-“ You tried pushing Renjun’s head off you, to which he obliged, silencing you with a kiss instead. “Tell us what you want. Come on. Otherwise I’ll leave. We’ll leave.” Donghyuck wiped your tears with his free hand, making you suddenly melt deeper into his body, into his strong arms. You breathed in deeply, your bare chest rising and falling. “Mmm, I want, um, I want your fingers, please.”

“Like this?” Renjun buried one hand inside your pants, and you took it as a sign to lose them, the both of you awkwardly shaking them off. He pulled your panties down just enough before pressing his index finger onto your clit, swirling around, making your thighs tremble. “More, please, i-inside!” Your voice rose as he inserted one inside you without warning, your fluids now gushing out, exposing you. You felt Donghyuck move his head over your shoulder, to watch you, you thought. The thought was enough to feed the humiliation even more, not even registering Donghyuck slapping at your thigh repeatedly as you watched your hole constrict around Renjun’s fingers. Moaning, you tried to move your leg away, panties now sliding off your calves and onto the floor. Donghyuck tutted, wrapping his arm underneath your thigh to push it closer to your chest. “Rest your leg on his shoulder for me. Quickly.” You complied, submission clouding your senses. The new angle allowed Renjun fingers to travel deeper, curling near that spongy part that always made you reach your climax when you pressed your dildo against it. The warmth and spontaneity of real fingers was making you shake uncontrollably, tears springing to your eyes. “Oh, haah, fuck! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You sobbed, whining and trying to scramble away as Donghyuck pressed your thigh to your chest tighter, groaning in your ear as he watched you squirt all over Renjun’s fingers, damp spots sprouting on his pants as you did.

Your eyes were ringing, spots clouding your vision. You babbled incoherently, trying to catch your breath. Renjun pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose. “You okay?”

“Mmm.” you managed to make out, wiping your tears. “Wow, that was…really good.”

“Open.” Renjun pressed his fingers to your lips, allowing you to suck the ends, tasting yourself. Donghyuck’s chest vibrated as he hummed in satisfaction. “Fuck, you think you can suck me like that, baby?”

You nodded, pathetically, like a bimbo, holding your boobs as you scrambled towards the floor. You heard Renjun groan and unzip his pants as your knees scraped the carpet, and you flipped your hair over one shoulder, hands pulling at the waistband of Donghyuck’s pants. He leant back, spreading his knees further apart so you could inch closer to him, one hand sneaking up and feeling the ridges on his stomach. “Eager slut.”

The bulb sprung out, meeting your lips, and you teased his slit carefully, batting your eyes up at him in a way you thought he would like. He raised one eyebrow, but you could tell he was flustered from the way his ears burned red. “You can tease me, but don’t cry later when I do the same to you.” You giggled, wrapping both hands around his thick length. Wondering how it would feel nestled all the way inside you, whether you would be able to feel it in your stomach.

As soon as you opened your mouth, planning to suck the tip first, salty precum already pre-erupting in your mouth, you felt something hard press against your now exposed, soaking core. On instinct, you tried to straighten up through your back, but Donghyuck gripped the back of your head instantly, keeping your face close to his leaking cock. “No. You stay here.”

“Renjun-ah…” A sharp inhale as you felt him push inside, warm and so tight, the inside of your thighs now completely wet. You began to moan, mouth open, letting Donghyuck push you on his cock, shutting you up immediately.

Renjun groaned, throat constricting with every word he spoke. “Take me so well every time. Fuck. So good.” Your moans disappearing, morphing into lewd choking noises as Donghyuck held you in place. Your eyes pleaded with him, and he released you, sending you flying backwards, coughing up a mix of saliva and his precum. He gripped your chin, watching your glossy eyes stare back at him. “Don’t do anything. Don’t even think, baby. This is what you need.” You could only moan in response as Renjun gripped your hips, body flopping down as he began to thrust into you faster and faster. The way your walls constricted around him was orgasmic, nails scratching at the carpet as if it would help you anchor your body. “Fuck, yes, oh my god…” Your moans turned into cries, and you felt your impending climax overpower your body. “Please, nggh, so much…” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling yourself lose control over your body.

Renjun pulled your hair so you were forced to look up. You squealed, chanting his name like a mantra. “Should I fill you up, baby?” You could only cry in response, core twitching without permission. Donghyuck brought his cock to your mouth again, cock prying your mouth open as you let your jaw slacken. Fully hard now, you gagged noisily. Renjun whispered praises in your ear as Donghyuck thrusted into your mouth, tears streaming down your face at the impact. “Good girl. Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for us.” You felt yourself fall apart, muscles paralysing as you came. Not long after, Donghyuck shot ropes of cum down your throat, swearing as he did. “You gonna swallow, baby?” No energy to nod, you brought one hand to stroke the back of his thigh, knees now sore against the rough carpet. As Renjun pulled out, you squeezed your thighs together, not letting anything leak onto the carpet. Donghyuck helped you up once you released him, carrying you bridal style to the bed, lips meeting yours once your back hit the mattress. “H-Hyuckie…”

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s such a pretty nickname. You wanna keep calling me that?” His eyes were roaming down your now naked body, your lower stomach glistening with fluids. He separated your folds with his fingers as you snapped your legs against his hand. He laughed as you shook your head desperately. “Fuck, wait, I’m sensitive! Wait a second…” Chest heaving, you watched as Renjun walked over to the bed, the outlines of his body now blurry from the tears and post-orgasmic bliss. “How are you guys hard again?”

Donghyuck responded by noisily kissing down your body. Unlike Renjun, he was sloppier, softer, more desperate. You craned your neck to watch him, feeling like you were having an out of body experience. Post two intense orgasms, every nerve in your body felt like it was singed at the ends. Yet, you wanted more. Your hips bucked up involuntarily, making you blush. Renjun pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, signalling for you to open your mouth. “You wanna taste my cock too?”

“Yeah…yes, please, I think…” Renjun laughed this time, stroking his length to its full hardness before pressing the head against your lips. At the same time, Donghyuck tapped your inner thighs, and, like a secret reflex, you let your knees relax apart, hips opening. You felt something unmistakably heavy rest on your exposed pussy, and you looked down to see Donghyuck’s rubbing himself up and down your folds. “Hnghh, Hyuck, oh, will it f-fit?” He looked at you with confusion, suddenly realising you had changed languages. Before you could answer, Renjun grabbed your chin and pushed his hips, letting his cock slip past your lips and fill your mouth. “Shhh. It’ll fit. Don’t you worry.”

“Fuck, noisy girl.” Your moans were vibrating around Renjun’s cock, making him thrust sloppily and deeply, one hand holding your head in place. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself getting filled to the brim, a feeling your tiny dildo could never come close to giving you. “Renjun-ah, she’s gripping me so tight. Fuck. We found ourselves a perfect little whore.” Talking about you as if you weren’t even there, mouth occupied, unable to speak, added to the humiliation tenfold and embarrassingly made you hornier than ever. As Donghyuck sped up his thrusts, the sounds of messy sex filled the room, riling up Renjun even more. Drool ran as far down to your breasts as he thrusted, one of your hands now gripping your boob for support. “You want me to cum all over those pretty tits? Hmm?” You nodded as much as you could with the little space you had, the visual of that almost sending you over the edge.

Donghyuck pressed one finger to your clit, making you slap Renjun’s knee so hard he pulled off with a surprised groan. “Fuck! Oh fuck, please, please…” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Donghyuck pulled out, manhandling you as he pleased. Bending your hips, he pressed your thighs to your chest, pushing his entire length in as both your legs resting over one of his shoulders. This new position took your breath away, your mouth falling apart into a pornographic ‘O’ shape. Donghyuck’s eyebrows furrowed, and you felt him release inside you. Thumbing your clit, your hips jerked off the bed and you cried. “Oh my god! P-please, ah, I’m gonna, oh fuck!”

“That’s it, my baby. Soak the sheets for me.” With one final cry, you squirted the hardest you had ever done before, clit throbbing as you came down from your high. You felt Renjun gently move one arm away from your chest before cumming himself all over your breasts as promised, pleasured moans and stutters of your real name escaping him as he did.

My baby. You pulled Donghyuck near you, crying in his shoulder as he rubbed your back gently, bare skin against skin. “Shhh, you’re okay. It’s okay.” You felt Renjun pull your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand gently as you breathed deeply. “Good girl. You did so well. So perfect for us.”

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you know you never stood a chance - chapter seven

you know you never stood a chance series

seven: lest we bleed ourselves

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Joel Miller x f!reader

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Summary: Things don't go well on your journey, but you make your way to Jackson.

Warnings: dub-con due to power imbalance, free use, sex as payment, vaginal sex, cum eating, oral (m & f receiving), anal fingering, Joel is mean/bad with feelings, this is not canon compliant, but minor canon character deaths are mentioned, no use of y/n, canon-typical violence and danger, graphic description of injury, graphic description of corpses (in a dream), dreams of major character death

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a/n: hello my lovely friends. here we are at the penultimate chapter. next week is the final, with the epilogue a week later. there will be some "deleted scenes" one-shots, but I can't promise you a date on those. thank you so much to everyone who has stuck out this journey, i love you.

He doesn’t teach you to shoot. There isn’t the time. Not after what waits for him at Bill’s house.

It’s not safe to stay, not with the property unsecured as it’s been.

Instead, while Ellie showers, he fucks you. There’s no guarantee of shelter in the upcoming days, so he has you kneel on a plush armchair while he takes what he needs.

You arch your back and dig your fingers into the back of the chair while he opens you up, sucking and licking at your clit while he pries you apart with three fingers at once.

There isn’t the time for more. As soon as you’ve cum, he thrusts in smoothly, pushing relentlessly until he’s seated as deep within you as he can reach.

Now you’re really digging into the chair, face smooshed against it, while he fucks into you from behind. He spits on your asshole, pushing his thumb in behind it and fucking it into you, opposing the beats of his cock in your cunt.

You cum two more times as he works you over. It’s silent, both of you choking back gasps and whimpers and desperate words.

He pulls out abruptly and yanks on your arm until you twist around and get the message, falling to your knees before he fills your waiting mouth. You swallow him down eagerly.

He cups your cheek. “Good girl. Now go get ready; it’s your turn next,” he jerks his thumb toward the bathroom, where the shower is just being turned off.

And after that, there isn’t the time for anything. You can’t catch a moment safe enough to breathe, let alone learn to use a gun or fuck.

No, there wasn’t the time, but there were a thousand times you could have helped if there had been. Infected, hunters, the whole nightmare in Pittsburgh. You’re still not really sure how the three of you made it out.

You buried Sam and Henry, but their loss hangs on Ellie like she’s carrying their headstones in her backpack. There’s nothing you could do to protect her, not from the violence, not from the grief.

You can tell it’s all wearing Joel down, too. He’s less and less brusque, watching her from the peripherals. More and more, his anxious hands twitch, like he has to shake the blood off before he lays a finger on either of you.

Now that Ellie knows, though, it’s like he can't help himself. There’s a quiet desperation to the new, tiny ways he reassures himself that you’re both alive. The way his arm shoots out to steady her even if the path is safe, or the pat pat to her shoulder when it’s time to move forward.

His hands brush your shoulders when he passes by, fit to the small of your back to steer you, and his lips find your head so lightly that you often think you imagined it. The only thing that doesn’t change, the one thing you still wish would, is that you still sleep several feet apart.

It all rubs off on Ellie, too, and she sticks to your side more often than not and lets you wrap an arm around her shoulder sometimes—if it’s playful. Anything too close to affectionate, and she spooks. She’s still a little skittish with Joel, but they help each other easily, and the way she looks at him—like he has all the answers in the world—tells you more than anything else.

To be fair, you feel that way sometimes, too. He’s steadfast and sure, and the way he keeps his head in an emergency and protects both of you with every fiber of his core buys him both of your fierce loyalties.

After everything, it’s hard to believe you made it to Jackson even when you’re within its walls. Half dead, half defeated. And it’s so weird.

They clean you, clothe you, feed you, and all the while, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. You can see it on Ellie’s face, too.

Neither of you expected it to come from Joel.

“I told you a thousand times, I can’t protect you out here,” he says, trying to keep his voice low even though he’s the one who chose to have this conversation just outside the mess hall.

“You have so far!” Your face is aflame, but you’re too consumed by it to be embarrassed, too busy burning with rage. Your vision is dark around the edges; the tunnel focused right on the way he raised his hands to placate you.

“Ain’t anywhere safer than here.”

“You said I’m always safer with you.”

You see him drop the act—or maybe put one on—before he speaks again; his eyes go hard, and he bares his teeth.

“Will you shut up?” he snarls. “Y’ain’t comin’ with me. That’s final.”

You snort, lip twitching into a sneer. Too many things to say snap across your brain, each crueler than the last, but you can’t get your hook in one. The tell-tale dryness in your throat makes you angrier.

Shaking your head, you look anywhere but him. Anywhere but his stupid, beautiful face. “Fuck you, Miller.”

You turn on your heel and leave, heavy steps maybe a little too much like stomping away for your pride. You get just down the street when his fingers wrap around your arm and yank.

His momentum pulls you hard against his chest, and he turns you with two tight hands on your shoulders. The heat of his mouth against yours is overwhelming, brain still scrambling to catch up, and he tangles a hand in your hair, biting at your lip.

When your senses come careening back, you shove him away. “Don’t you fuckin’ touch me. I don’t owe you anything for leaving me behind. I’ll never owe you anything again.”

He doesn’t come after you this time.

In the morning, after Joel shows his sheepish face, Ellie asks where you are.

“She ain’t comin’,” Joel says, but he won’t look her in the eye.

“You try to ditch her too?”

“She only ever wanted to be someplace safe. Now she is. Let’s go.”

Before they take off, he looks back at Tommy. His brother is shaking his head but throws his hands up as if to say, “sure, I’ll clean up your mess.”

“No, thank you,” you tell Tommy Miller for the third Friday in a row when he invites you to come to the Tipsy Bison and meet people. It’s not that he doesn’t bother you on other days; it’s that he’s full of a weekly rotating calendar of suggestions.

You decline all of them. He doesn’t seem to realize you have met people, and you’re just not interested in making friends. Not yet. He’s been here too long, you think, to remember life in the QZ. He thinks you’ll latch on to the sense of community.

“Just because we lived in the same building before doesn’t mean we need to be best friends,” you tell him, narrowed eyes burning the warning into him.

But he doesn’t get it. “Oh, nah, I forgot about that, actually. I just, since you—well, Joel—”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you tell him, not unkindly, with a pat on his shoulder.

“He’s just worried,” Maria says when you complain a little after weeks turn into months. “It’s the only mode he has right now. He about cried when I told him I was switchin’ partners today. But if he doesn’t want me going up to the lodge, then he’s gotta go with someone else.”

It’s a patrol for her and a lesson for you. Nothing too far from town, but she’s brought you out here to hunt since Joel never did get around to teaching you. You’re getting better. You haven’t caught anything, but you came close earlier. When you had startled the deer with the near-miss, she had taken it out while it ran off.

Ok, so maybe you aren’t getting a lot better. You can’t hit a still target, let alone a moving one. But you’ve stopped shaking when you raise the gun, so.

The carcass is draped over a saddle. You’re both walking since Maria can’t ride, but you’ve got two mares along in case there’s an emergency. Luckily, you make it back before she gasps in pain.

You grab her arm immediately, worried she’ll fall. “What’s wrong?”

One of the teens working the stables takes the horses' reins from you, already having passed the deer off to someone else.

“It’s probably nothing,” she says and grits her teeth.

“I’m going to send someone for Tommy,” you say.

“No! No, don’t freak him out. Will you help me to Alice?”

“Of course,” you say.

Alice’s house is close, given that it also functions as a clinic. She was a nurse once, retired before the world ended, but still hanging on.

“Could be Braxton-Hicks. False labor,” she tells Maria. “Hard to know for sure. You need to slow down. I don’t want to put you on bed rest, but I will.”

“You can try,” Maria mutters.

You’re hovering awkwardly in the next room, but with only an archway between them, it’s not like you can’t hear every word.

Maria comes out, Alice on her heels, reminding her about kick counting and proper hydration. You rock back and forth on your heels, dirty boots adding to the scuffs on the foyer floor.

“You make sure she goes straight home,” Alice tells you.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, even though you know Maria will only go where she wants to.

To your surprise, though, she starts heading that way anyway. The contractions are still happening, but there’s no discernable pattern, and they don’t seem to be worsening. But it was enough to worry her, though she swore you to secrecy.

You don’t betray her, even when Tommy ends up stuck with you the next day. He’s taken over the foolhardy mission to teach you how to shoot.

No, the only person you betray that day is yourself.

Tommy is infuriatingly kind. There’s none of Joel’s coldness in him, even if they do share the same crooked grin. And Tommy’s eyes, the same shade and shape as Joel’s, are always warm.

He helps you readjust your grip on the pistol and, through a system of trial and error, figures out the whole reason you can’t hit the target.

“Shit, you’re left handed!” he says, like he’s solved world hunger. “Everyone’s been trying to get you to shoot with your right, huh?”

You hadn’t even thought about it, since you used two hands to shoot. You had just taken the positions they told you to, leading with your right foot but then targeting with your left eye on instinct. It takes a few tries to get comfortable with the change, but you manage to hit a rabbit before it’s time to head in.

“Holy shit,” you say, making sure the safety is on before you jump up and down. “Did you see that? Oh my god.”

Tommy’s beaming and he pulls you in for a hug. When he pulls back, he shakes his head. “I can’t believe Joel didn’t figure that out. He usually notices that kind of shit.”

Your stomach sours and the grin drops off, lost in the chilly breeze. “Joel didn’t teach me anything, Tommy. And I guarantee he has no clue I’m left handed.”

But that’s not true, you realize. He’d known that was half the reason you were slow at work, back when your wrist was broken. And now that you think about it, when he reached across the space between you to hand you things, it was always to your left.

The wind’s picked up, and the sun is starting to set. You’re thankful for both, because it means if Tommy does see how tears prick in the corners of your eyes, he might believe it’s the sharp bite of winter.

He doesn’t. You’re almost back to town when he stops you for a moment. “Look, I hate to ask—”

“So don’t.” It’s sharper than the breeze, and you feel bad immediately when the hurt flashes in his eyes. He'd kept himself from asking since the morning he told you Joel had gone with Ellie and that they'd both be back. You hadn't given him anything then, either.

“It’s just, I know you say there was nothin’ between—”

“It’s none of your business, Tommy, but like I’ve told you again and again, there’s nothin’ to even tell. I went out on jobs sometimes with him and Tess, and I got stuck on this one. S’all there is to it.”

“Alright, m’sorry. I’ll drop it,” he says, but you know he doesn’t buy it. After all, he’s the one that just taught you to use a gun. What use would you have been out there with them? But he lets it go and clicks his tongue so the horses pick back up toward home.

To his credit, he does drop it. But as Maria got further along, you found yourself on the wall with Tommy more and more as the winter turned harsh. You weren’t ready to be out in the more dangerous conditions, and Tommy was sticking close, just in case the baby came early.

Neither of you spoke of Joel, but you had the same dark circles and stress lines creeping in as the weather turned nasty. The looks you shared when the blizzards turned the snow from a problem to an emergency said enough.

You decide not to worry. Not to think about Ellie out there in the storm, not to think about how the cold will make it harder on Joel’s knees and the hand that never healed quite right. Instead, you focus your worry on Maria.

Which is to say, you and Tommy become irreparably bonded.

Winter is trailing off, but it gives one final performance when the baby is born. When the Davies’ boy comes to get you, you’re asleep on your sofa, the weak afternoon sun all but obscured by snow.

In your dream, you’re out on patrol with a faceless partner. Sometimes it’s Tommy, sometimes it’s Chris. Sometimes, like today, it’s just a blur. It doesn’t matter. They can never help.

It’s always too late. Whether buried in snow or leaves, you always find them half-decayed. Ellie’s skull cracked open, or head missing entirely. Joel's ribs cracked open, and his entrails long eaten away. Sometimes, his eyes are open, unmoving. Sometimes, Ellie’s hands, mostly bone and rotting flesh, are wrapped around a gun. Sometimes, it’s lined up with the hole in Joel’s head.

It doesn’t matter. You’re always too late.

This time, the knocking wakes you up as you find them less decayed than usual, almost whole, with crows pecking at Ellie’s eye and Joel’s ribcage. You almost throw up when you wake up—it’s never been quite so graphic.

“Miss?” the kid calls again.

You can’t tell him apart from his brothers, John or Mike or James or something, but you know why he’s there as soon as you open the door. You grab a jacket and shove your feet into boots to stumble out into the raging snow behind him.

The kid doesn’t seem to be in a rush, but it doesn’t stop your heart from pounding until your pulse is throbbing in your fingertips. You’re not sure when you started to love these people, but you know it’s too late now to turn back.

You’re not happy about how you ended up here, but you just might be able to be happy here.

Your panic is for nothing. The baby was born in the wee hours of the morning without incident. Alice tells you it’s a beautiful thing, how mothers' bodies never forget what to do, and through the uninhibited happiness of the occasion, you think you can see Kevin’s ghost on his mama’s lap.

She certainly does.

You hover awkwardly until Tommy reminds you that they want you there. It doesn’t go down easily, a raw feeling full of gravel as you swallow. You’re not sure you know the last time someone wanted you around. Not for what you could offer, but just for you. Maybe before.

You let him corral you into the bedroom and place Aléjandra in your arms while you sit on the side of the mattress near Maria. She looks a lot like her mama, in that approximate way that newborns do, like a photocopy picked up before the ink is dry, but she’s got her daddy’s nose.

The immediate love you feel for her is overwhelming. Like you’re the one rotting in the forest, chest cracked open for the crows to eat away at your heart. You think of the last baby you held—your sister, too long ago. After you’ve doted on her an appropriate amount, you make excuses about Maria needing sleep and slip out of the room.

Alice is more than happy to put you to work. She’s taken it upon herself to clean the Miller’s home and you lose yourself in it quickly. News spreads fast in town and, per Maria’s wishes, you field the well-wishers at the door, gathering and storing the casseroles and pies they bring, collecting little tokens or clothes for the baby into a basket to take upstairs later on.

A different one of the Davies’ boys comes to walk Alice home. Before she leaves, she stops you with a hand on your arm.

“Stay here tonight, would you please? I don’t think there’s anything to worry about, but sometimes we don’t know if there were issues with the afterbirth until later on.”

You nod and promise to get her right away if anything happens. Her description of what to watch out for makes you queasy again. Less because of the details like “golf ball sized blood clots” and more because you didn’t realize all the potential for danger. It spikes your anxiety back higher than the mountaintops.

You scrub your brain for something to tell Tommy and Maria. In the end, you don’t need to.

Tommy comes down the stairs a while later. “Hey, you can say no, but can I tempt you with our guest room rather than goin’ back out in the storm?”

When you accept, he puts on a stern face. “It’s just, I don’t want you havin’ to—hang on, did you say yes?”

“You had a speech all ready to go, huh?”

“Thought you’d fight me on it, yeah.”

“It’s nasty out there, Tommy. Thank you. Now go get some sleep while you can.” You’re familiar enough with their house to find your way, so you shoo him when he tries to help you get settled.

It’s not Maria or the baby that causes a ruckus in the middle of the night, though. It’s you.

The dreams are worse. It’s not just Joel and Ellie, it’s Tommy, Maria, and the baby, too. And they’re all alive when it starts.

There are no crows or critters. There are only men, nasty and bloodthirsty, and you’re hidden away while they’re cornered. Completely helpless, as usual. Unarmed. And you watch them tear into your family, watch them shoot Joel and Tommy first. It’s not until they lunge for Ellie that you can finally get your feet to move, to scream, to try to distract them.

It doesn’t matter. You’re always too late.

Tommy wakes you up, shaking you with hands on both shoulders. “Hey,” he says as you scramble to get away from him. “You’re okay, hon, you’re safe.”

You try to shove him off you, but he doesn’t let go.

“You’re safe. You’re at my house. Everything is okay,” he repeats in that calm, unnerved manner you’ve come to lean on.

You stop fighting him and focus on slowing your heaving chest, on bringing air to your lungs. That’s when you hear the baby crying.

“Oh, shit, Tommy. I’m so sorry. I woke her up, didn’t I?”

“She was already up eatin’,” he lies. “Just scared us all a little.”

“Sorry, fuck. I’m sorry. I’ll go home so y’all can rest.”

“Now, I’m not gonna let ya do that. You think any of us haven’t been there? Hell, if it wasn’t you, it probably woulda been me. It’s not the first or last time someone’ll wake everyone in this house yellin’ for Joel.”

Your heart sinks, and you stare at the blanket, folding and unfolding a pinched corner of it.

“I know you don’t wanna tell me,” he starts, and you look further away from him, staring at the windowsill. “But I gotta ask you a question. And I’d really like it if ya answered.”

You don’t respond, which he takes as permission to continue.

“Were you afraid of him or for him?”

You look at him, startled, and blink stupidly for a minute.

“He never hurt me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“You wanna talk about the dream?” Maria says from the doorway, Alé over her shoulder.

“Not really. Nothin’ special. Rotating cast of people I know dead or dying. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Stop apologizin’. But if you wanna make up for it…” the glimmer is back in Tommy’s eyes, and he’s grinning like he’s got a poorly kept secret.

You don’t need to read minds to guess. The baby’s eyes are wide and shiny. “Want me to hang out with her for a while until she’s ready to go back to sleep?”

“Please.”

It’s not until Alé is asleep in your arms at their kitchen table, just the two of you in the strip of moonlight, that you think about it, about how that feeling of family from your dream had seeped out into real life, and you let yourself cry.

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pairing: fem! reader x choi san (ft kim hongjoong)

genre: angst, friends to lovers, smut

general warnings: depictions of a depressive state, mourning of partner, self-blame and slight ptsd

sexual warnings: dirty talk, pet names, manual stimulation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie,

word count: 12.6k

summary: they say moving on is hard. you find that it's even harder when in the process of it, you have to accept your feelings for your friend as well.

less important a/n: ok so this was supposed to be like 5k long 🙃🙃...chile, anyways. uhm, this came from me bottling my emotions up for the last 5 months and I just wanted to let some of my suffering out in some kind of way. even if it is far from what I feel (I feel the need to specify that the events related below aren't inspired from my life, happily so). read at your own discretion, for I have tried my best to make you feel horny and miserable at the same time 🥰🥰🥰 stay safe xoxo

a/n from long later: hi i wrote this about a year ago and i found it in my drafts and hey why wouldn't i post it after not posting something in ages? haha. enjoy! altough it's probably rlly bad and full of mistakes hihi, i ain't reading this again to correct it. i love you muah

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The cold air felt like needles poking at your bare skin. You ran as fast as you could, barefoot in the woods, feeling every little scratch that was tearing open the skin of your soles and staining it with fresh blood. Your lungs were holding hostage a fire as you were inhaling the cold night air, and the sweat you felt dribbling down your face and back was only of help to make you feel even colder. You looked behind, once, twice, and then a third time too, slowly reducing your pace until it came to a halt.

"What am I running away from?" you ask yourself looking around. There was nothing, no one after you. So why were you running for your life? Your heart starts to beat faster as you hear screams coming from deep within the trees. But you don't run. You can't run anymore. You just fall to the ground, embracing your knees to your chest.

"Me!"

You don't turn around. That voice is way too familiar to make you turn around. Your mouth hangs open as you try to scream but no sound comes out as your muffled moans remain drowned in the deepest point if your throat.

You gasp for air as you wake up shaking your head relentlessly, in order to try to snap yourself back to the reality you're in- so your heart would stop beating so damn fast. You groan as you look over at the watch on your nightstand and see it spell 3:37 AM. You grab your phone from next to it and shut your eyes closed at the sudden brightness the screen displays. You manage to decrease it and open your contacts.

"Still awake?" you ask, and you know you shouldn't. He always offers you more than you can give back, more than you deserve. But you can't help yourself. You cannot deny yourself the little peace you still have in your life.

"Yeah, wassup?"

"Can you call?" you hit send and it's a matter of seconds between him receiving the message, him reading the message and then his name popping up on your screen. You answer.

"Again?" San questions from the other end of the phone. You only hum in affirmation. He sighs softly as you lay down on your side, phone trapped between your ear and the pillow. You hear the clicking of the keyboard and mouse clearly, he must be working late again. And yet he always answers. More than many people you've met did for you.

"Tell me a story." you ask once again. For the...well you've lost count.

"You know, one day I'm going to be out of stories," he answers and lets out a chuckle. Bathing in your silence, he takes his time to think about what he could tell you. As he begins, you close your eyes and imagine whatever he is helping you picture inside your head. Be it the times when he was a little kid and used to walk with his grandparents down the side of a river, or the times he was a teen and was always struggling to get out of trouble, San always gave you a vast amount of details that made you worship his each and every story. And they always made you dream something pretty when you dozed out of consciousness with him still talking on the other end. This night was no exception, so when you wake up, you send him a text that expresses your gratitude as always.

"Listen, if you still want a contract renewal you need to publish something within next year," you look at your boss and feel every word he lays out weighing your body down like you're going to fall through the floor. "I get writer's block, I really do. And we gave you time. You took your time. But it's been almost two years now..." his words stop reaching your ears as you're reminded. One year, ten months and twelve days. And still counting. The count will never stop, you realize, as the event it started from cannot be reversed. You will always be stuck in a period of time since it happened.

"You're one of the biggest names here in our publishing house, Y/N. We don't want to lose you but at the same time we can't keep focusing on you if it will be to no avail." he is right. He is always right, your boss. Always had a strategic mindset, and that always helped both of you. Except now. Now he was asking for something you couldn't offer.

"I'm sorry," you manage to blurt out. "I'm trying my best and I know it's not enough." if you had to be honest, hearing yourself say those words out loud made your heart break even more that it already was. Partly because it was true, and the rest? Because it sounded like you were asking for compassion, which you thought was pathetic. You never liked people looking at you the way you caught yourself looking at homeless individuals.

"I'm gonna get something out, ok? I promise you, just please have a little more faith in me. I need you to trust me to be able to do this."

You look up and make eye contact with him. Park Seonghwa was never one who showed compassion. But as his gaze traced over your fingers picking at your cuticles, the dryness of your lips and the shadows of your hollowed eyes, you felt something you grew too accustomed with in the last almost two years of your life.

Pity.

"Come on, let me take you out on Thursday." San pleaded as he was following in your steps down the hallway of the company you worked in. You didn't expect your little trip to talk to your boss would end with this. "You literally have nothing to lose." He completed and you stopped, facing him. You met his familiar and comforting eyes, which always reminded you of a cute fox, and his dimpled smile as he watched you keenly. It has been almost four years since he started working at the same company you did, but since the beginning, you two were more than just work colleagues. It was the type of connection where you would understand each other from simple looks into the other's eyes or where you could easily finish each other's sentences. You liked to consider him your platonic soulmate but you knew that if you hadn't had a relationship at the time you two met, you would've have surely gone out together and maybe made a good couple.

Well...now you didn't have a relationship anymore but you weren't exactly in the right headspace for one.

By now, you and all the rest of your workmates knew how big of a crush he had on you, but you never let it get out of control. You were feeling kind of guilty, to be honest. Knowing that in a way, you were using it to your advantage for your sleepless nights or the ones in which sleep was ruined by nightmares. But you were sure he was getting his benefits from it as well.

"Look, I want to but I really don't wanna be a bitch to you if I suddenly feel like shit." you reply, and in all honestly, it was true. Your mood hasn't been so stable lately, understandably so.

"Well, how about this: if you wake up in a good mood on Thursday and decide it's okay to hang out, you text me, and we do whatever you feel comfortable with. And if we do go out and do something together and you end up feeling like shit then you'll tell me and I'll get you home in the fastest way possible for a human being. How does it sound?"

Not bad. He is giving you every little piece of comfort that you knew you needed but you never asked for. So you agree. It wouldn't be the first time you hang out with San, sure, you never called them dates, because to you they were not. But you knew that for any outsider it looked exactly like that. And who is to blame? You two always worked hand in hand just so well. These no-pressure type of meet-ups you two had always made you feel comfortable so that was why you were considering it this time as well.

Days pass and you spend them stuck in your home, drowning in your bitter memories and your regrets. The taste of guilt never becomes sweet, you think. Not like how alcohol does when you drink more and more of the same kind. No. Guilt only grows in bitterness and in how it burns down your throat, feeling like it swirls all of your insides once it reaches your stomach. In a way, guilt feels like the long estranged sister of love. Both let their essence hover in your mind for however long they like.

As you rise from your bed to make some hot coffee you think of what day it is. Between the mix of reliving the moments long gone in the same apartment you still stand, and the countless intents to come up with something that you could present to your boss, you didn't know which one made you lose track of time more. You checked your phone for a bit of clarity. No new messages or notifications. At this point, everyone knew better than to bother you with their worries.

Thursday.

Well, seems like you had to cancel out on someone, you thought as you tried grabbing the coffee pot on the stove, but lost in your thoughts, you pay no attention to the handle and drop the pot on the kitchen tiled floor as soon as you feel the skin on your palm burn. You swore and quickly took a few steps back so the burning coffee on the ground wouldn't get to your bare feet. You shook your hand trying to get a cold breeze to the inflamed skin but it only made it feel worse. As you stopped to look at the damage you realized it wasn't all that bad, but it sure stung like a motherfucker. You ran your hand under the cold water of the sink and looked to your right. The brown liquid on the ground was expanding, getting in every little crevice in between the tiles.

****

Coffee was getting everywhere. It splashed on the kitchen counters, it was slowly getting under them too. You froze for a few seconds after your mug made contact with the floor, shattering to dozens of pieces.

"Well, that can't be a good sign." your lover said from behind you finishing with a low chuckle. You smiled, turning on your heels and taking in his form. You woke him up, well, the mug woke him up actually. Approaching you slowly, with a slight limp in his walk and his shoulders dropped all the way down, his hair was fluffed up and his skin a nice shade of pale with a few lines from the pillow on his left cheek. He always looked so angelic, you never could put it into words, how it made you feel, seeing him first thing in the morning. It was something that made your insides crazily stir up but made gave you a sense of tranquility, at the same time. That was how loving him usually was. Two opposite sides walking hand in hand. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, softly pressing his lips against the crown of your head. You joined your hands behind his torso and inhaled deeply. Your heart skipped a beat as your lungs felt intoxicated with his smell.

"Today is the big day, huh?" his voice was still hoarse as he spoke, every word of his drumming in your ears. You nodded.

"I'm really nervous." you answered and let your forehead drop against his shoulder. He hugged you tighter with the hand around your waist and gently pat your head with the other.

"I know, angel. But it's gonna be alright, ok? Your friends will be there, your parents will be there and I will be there. You can lean on me." he said kissing your cheek. "You know that, don't you?" his face right in front of yours, you responded with nothing more than a slow kiss. A kiss that was rehearsed so many times before that your lips and tongues already knew what they had to do, how they had to move around each other. Sometimes it felt like a dream, how everything came so easy with Hongjoong. How you didn't have to think twice about what you wanted from him and with him. And for all you knew, and all he had shown you across the time spent together, he didn't do that either. Every morning next to him felt like the luckiest one, and every night with him ended just the same. And you knew that if you were to live a hundred more years alongside him, you still wouldn't get enough of his embraces, or kisses or just simply him. There was nothing in the world that could cure the insatiable love you felt for the man in front of you.

As he pulled away from the kiss he gestured with his head behind you. "Now how about I clean the mess you made, and you make coffee for both of us? We have a book launch to attend, after all." you laughed and kissed him again.

*****

As your breath got heavier and your eyes started to burn up you unconsciously took your phone from the kitchen counter.

"a picnic would be perfect" you text your friend. The desire to get out of the prison your house has become, growing bigger by the second.

"Tell me if this isn't an appropriate question," you heard the man next to you say, derailing your train of thought as you directed your attention towards him. The weather is hot today, it really was a good call, suggesting a picnic. You haven't been on one in a long while and you missed feeling of how the calm of the nature overwhelmed most of your senses. Also, you couldn't handle a complicated social situation on this day. So it was perfect right now, laying on a blanket, stranded in a flower freckled field with none other than San. You turn your head towards him. " What made you want to go out today?" he completed, not looking at you. He was laying on his back, with one arm under his head and his eyes closed, as if he feared the reaction you were going to have to his words. You didn't blame him for asking. In a similar situation where the roles would be reversed, you knew for sure you would ask too. After all, you and San were made of many of the same things. " Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you agreed, but it didn't seem like you would." he adds.

"Some days my house feels like a torture chamber." you say turning on your side and facing him, supporting your head on your angled arm. He was so still, you could barely even notice the way he slowly breathed in and out. It was as if the sun was painting his portrait and he was afraid to move, to not mess it up. Every ray that was falling on his exposed skin seemed to caress him the way a lover does.

"And some days it does its job." you completed after returning on your position on your back, mimicking his. "Today just didn't felt like one of the days I'd like to be tortured." you finished and felt his gaze on you right before you closed your eyes. If you thought he seemed worried, you made sure not to address it.

"One time when I was little, I was playing with a friend of mine," you smiled, realizing this is just the beginning of one of his captivating stories. "I don't remember how we got to that point, but he left me in a room and said he was gonna lock me there, and so he got out and he did." a bit darker than what he usually tells you, but still intriguing.

"At first I thought it was fun, that we would take turns locking each other in the room but he wasn't coming back. The room had only one window but it was locked when I tried to open it and get out. So I just waited. I think hours passed, it was getting dark and I was getting worried and hungry, thought I'll be stuck there forever, until it crossed my mind. I never even tried to open the door. Turns out it didn't even have a keyhole."

"San, if you're trying to put me to sleep with this one, just know it doesn't really work." you say smirking, still holding your eyes closed as you let the sun bathe your face.

"I'm not, Y/N. I'm trying to tell you that most of the times, the doors aren't locked. We just think that they are." he responds and you open your eyes to look into his. His look is full of compassion, and a bit of sadness that you choose to overlook. You finally understand what he means to tell you and you realize he is right. But even if a door isn't locked, you shouldn't open it unless you're ready to do so. You gently touch the back of his hand, and he is quick to caress your fingers with his thumb, changing his focus to where your hands are joined.

"Thank you," your words came out more like a whisper than you would've liked. "I know I don't do much for you...but I'm hoping I'm not that much of a nuisance, like I feel I am." he turns his hand, joining his fingers with yours and making eye contact with you. The simple gesture of affection made your head dizzy in a way you haven't felt in a long time. Your heart creaks up a little.

"You couldn't be one even if you tried," he said, his gaze lazily tracing the outlines of your face. You were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life, even now. Even after all the hardships you've been through, and that you're still going through. The adoration his heart held for you never stopped burning, no matter how much he wished for it to do so. For San, loving you was as easy as it sounded and as hard as it could get. Setting his eyes on the bags under your eyes he recalled a memory that stood like a scar on his brain. Your eyes were so dark that day, your eye bags a shade of purple he hadn't seen on any painting quite yet. Your lips were pale and chapped and your skin looked like it lost all its pigment.

Black didn't suit you so well, he thought. Not when it was worn the way you were wearing it then.

But the worst came when it was time to say goodbye. He still remembered your cries and wails and it made the skin on his spine tremble in its place. Could he ever forget how, on that day, you looked like the angel of death?

Now you looked better...like life was coming, little by little, back into your body, and the pure sunlight was definitely helping it. He should let the sun see you more often, he thought.

You pulled your hand from his when you felt like his eyes were analyzing your features for a bit too long. Rising in a standing position, you started examine the insides of the basket he prepared.

"Oh my God! You brought me watermelon!" you shouted loudly as you took the container holding the red pieces of fruit in it. The only thing San could do at your reaction was laugh, throwing his head back to look at the puffed up white clouds.

Four days since you brushed your teeth, three since you showered, two since you changed your clothes, one since you ate, and one year, eleven months and fourteen days since you've last held the love of your life in your arms. But, hey, who's keeping count anyways?

Time loses all its meaning when you confine yourself like you are some dangerous animal meant to be locked up in a cage. Between the moments you try to stay awake and the ones you try to sleep, you have little to remember. The only thing that gives a little light to the fog in your brain is San. His stories in the middle of the night, conversations you happen to have during the day and occasional meetings that you're always the one to initiate. He always makes you feel good, always picks the right words to say and you don't know how he has the patience for such things. You love and hate him for it. You love him for being such a considerate and kind person, and you hate him for making you forget. It's strange when you get home and reality dumps on you at the front door. The reality you actually live in and not one you indulged yourself to have with San for a few hours. It's just...with him everything is colorful and melodic but when you get home the only thing you hear are your sighs echoing off the walls back into your ears. You wished you could be stuck in the feeling you have around him forever, but at the same time, every time you have that feeling you feel guilty for it. Like it's impossible to allow yourself any sort of break.

The last days have been impossible to get through. All you did was look around at the mess that was around you. A mountain of clothes, waiting to be washed for weeks now, a sink full of dishes and mugs, lots of crumpled sheets on the ground ( proof of all your tries to put something together). Everything was a disaster, inside and out. You had no willpower to do anything about it but you knew that the more you would stay in a shitty space, the more you would feel like shit. So for the first time in months, you opened the window.

*****

He placed the two mugs on the windowsill as he opened the window, allowing the cold breeze of the morning to brush over the exposed skin. He watched you closely as you made sure to turn off the stove and place the coffee pot in the sink. Your eyes met his as you felt the cold air run down your back, giving you shivers. He smiled contentedly at the sight of your body slowly shuddering. The "window" habit was a thing Hongjoong let into the relationship since the beginning of it. It was crazy for you how sometimes you caught him doing it first thing after waking up. You loved to watch him open the window and inhale the morning air with his elbows pressed against the wooden frame. Those moments wouldn't last long, but you treasured them more than he maybe thought about it. There was a thing about this domestic life, and seeing him do his own rituals that had you turn into quite the observer.

"You love to make me cold, don't you?" you smile brightly getting closer and closer, until you reach the space right in front of him.

"Angel, you're so hot in the morning that I'm afraid you might overheat. I need to cool you down a little, don't I?" he says on his usual cheeky tone, the one you grew to love in such little time. As he places his hand on your hip, you take a sip of your coffee. Like your actions served as a reminder of the hot liquid resting in his mug, he does the same.

"I can think of some other ways you could cool me down..." you say as you hook your finger on the front waistband of his pajama pants, sliding it from left to right. He chuckles in his mug and pulls you closer. Your chests rise in unison as you look each other in the eye, you don't say anything but this moment feels like a promise neither of you wants to break.

He looks to his left, at the city and at the people. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you place a few slow kisses on his jaw.

"I want us to find a new place," he says scooping you up as you squeal in surprise. You hook your legs behind his waist instantly while he walks towards the bedroom. "I want a balcony." He completes before kissing you and you laugh into the kiss, thinking of the many ways you two could make use of said balcony. He sure was thinking the same thing you did, giving how he started laughing as well.

His laugh was the only thing you ever wanted to hear again.

*****

You look down at the windowsill and see the brown marks in the body of two circles imprinted on the wooden surface. You always told him to use the damn coasters. Now the wood was stained. Permanently stained. Permanently ruined. Just like you were.

As you get on with cleaning you try to keep your brain busy with thoughts like what you should do after you finish a task, and what you should do after that one is finished as well. You thank yourself for choosing to clean, as you get out of the shower and throw yourself into the bed. Not only does it now smell like flowers, but you're also tired enough for sleep to steal you the minute you close your eyes.

"Ha! Check mate!" San exclaimed from the other side of the table you both were sat at. This was an odd activity that you had never done before. Playing chess, in a park, fully exposed to the summer sun. And you weren't even middle aged. Crazy to see how far the desperation to get out of the house will make someone go. But if it was with San, you were sure that there weren't many place where you wouldn't go.

"Your mind seems to be elsewhere," he said, angling his head innocently like the little puppies do when you tell them not to lick the outlet. His black hair was swooped out of his face, making his cheekbones pop out in a way you didn't think it was more humanly possible.

"Oh, you know damn well I suck at chess, San." you said kicking his queen with your finger. It became clear to him that you were an unfit partner for this game after like, the half of the first match. As the piece made contact with the chessboard, San tittered, making his eyes turn into crescents and his dimples scar his cheeks again.

"You just don't want to learn," he said as he started picking the pawns. You gave him a hand, collecting all the pieces on your side.

"You play the pawns when you still have the queen..." he offered a dramatic sigh as he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. True, it was more comfortable to lose with the pawns than with the queen.

"How's the book going?" placing the game of chess in his backpack, he made eye contact with you as he pressed his elbows against the surface in between. You sigh.

"It's not," you admit thinking about all the documents you've erased the last month or every manuscript you tossed in the trash. Nothing was coming together and you hated every word after writing it. Not only was this process driving you mad but it also made you doubt all your abilities as a writer. People would expect more from someone who had a bestseller out there, you thought. But it wasn't your job to rise to anyone's expectation.

"Maybe I was just a one hit wonder." you say smiling sadly. It really did pain you to think that you weren't able to do the sole thing you ever thought yourself good at. But maybe, after you lived in a thousand realities in the past two years (as of today, maybe the reason why you wanted to get out of your home so bad), this was your new one. A reality in which you weren't able to write anymore. Fear was not even close to describe how you felt about the future.

"Don't kid yourself, I know you'll make it eventually." San offers, grabbing your hand in his. "You know, you should be the last person who is hard on yourself." he rubs your hand with his thumb. You wish you could pull away from his touch, or to at least want to pull away. But you don't. His touch is comforting and not a lot of things in your life are that way right now. As you look at him there is a sudden desire to punch yourself in the face, for the only thing that comes through your mind is to thank him again. As you did countless of times before. He did say he grew tired of it.

"You know what I'm in the mood for?" you avoid the subject successfully as he rises his eyebrows, showering you in all his undivided attention. "Drinking my sorrows at a shitty bar." you finish off, painting a big smile on your face. He mirrors it as he sighs through his teeth, letting go of your hand. He notices your intention to avoid talking about anything serious. Anything that might actually help you. You always do it, that is exactly why you talk to him only about nonsense and why, when you call him in the middle of the night (and when he always, always answers) you make him tell you a story. Leaving him to be the only one to talk as you doze off. Never leaving room for him to ask you what is wrong or what you dreamed of. Is how you got on until then, and maybe that is why it went so slowly, the whole "moving on" thing everyone was telling you about. But it was the thing that worked best for you, you figured. Not talking about the elephant in the room got you this far, you can go a little more like that.

"Well, I happen to know the perfect place for that," rising from his seat, he extends his hand towards you. "Shall we?"

You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the bar lights or simply just him. Honestly, you couldn't tell the difference between many things anymore, but as you looked at San talking, you felt more attracted to him than ever. The mole near his eyelid seemed more prominent now, and so did his muscular arms under the fitted shirt he wore, and oh, the freckles painting constellations on his neck. His eyes were sparkling brightly and his teeth were showing from time to time. You looked closely as he licked his lips after taking a sip of his beer. The way he was doing it seemed almost erotic. That one part of your brain that would feel bad for having these thoughts has died when you drank your fourth shot, but you were glad it did. You felt more comfortable now, and with San here, there was not a lot more that you would wish for. Not realistic wishes anyway.

"I need to know which side you stand on," he says angling his body towards yours. "Socks on or off during sleep?" San asks with a serious face, as if he asked if you enjoyed kicking puppies in the face or eating toddlers for dinner. You burst out laughing at the mix of the question and his expression.

"Off, I'm not a psychopath." you answer through your stilled laugh. He frowns.

"Oh no, you're definitely a psycho. Do your feet not get cold?" a bit of frustration could be heard in his voice.

"How would I know? I'm asleep the whole time." you sip from your drink. "Don't tell me you like pineapple on pizza as well..." you plead looking at him.

"And what if I do? It's a good combination! It's like mint chocolate, de-li-cious." San smiles proudly at his outrageous statements. Maybe he is not the person you thought he was. God, he told you so much and yet you still knew so little. That was one of the most intriguing things about him. That you felt like a lifetime wouldn't ever be enough for you to get to know him completely. Like everyday he would pick another thing to like, or something utterly new to do so he doesn't get bored. He always told you how he gets bored of things and people so fast. And yet there he was, still by your side. Maybe you were the mystery he didn't get to solve yet.

"Dude, not toothpaste too.." you cry out as you push his arm, but instead of pushing him, you push yourself. You almost lose your balance off the bar stool, but San's quick reflexes kick in and grab you by the arm, pulling you back in sitting position. He cackles as you try to maintain your balance.

"Maybe we should get you home." he says laying some bills on the bar. You hum in approval and get to your feet as you follow him out of the bar, which was indeed shitty. San is a man of his word.

The walk home was short and calm as you focused more on seeming sober than to what was happening around you. It already got dark as you two strolled past the abandoned streets laughing about things you unwillingly forgot as soon as you finished laughing. This moment, you thought to yourself, is the one that you would remember when a certain song plays. One that will give you the same sensations you feel in this moment. And far away from right now, when you know you will be better, when you listen to that certain song, you'll think wow, so much has changed. That moment could happen 10 days from now, or ten years. You don't know yet. But something about this uncertainty makes you relax somehow, knowing that you still have hope. And most of it is thanks to San. He may not be aware of all the things that he is helping you with, but you are. It's like a mental list that you never stop writing on. Could you ever repay him for any of it?

"Here we are," he says as he places his hand on your shoulder and you take a hold of his arm as he rattles on about not drinking anymore and going to sleep and whatever else he decided to nag you about. Your focus is only on his lips, and then his eyes, and his lips again, and his hand on your arm, and then feeling his arm flexing underneath your touch, and the feeling of being taken care of by someone. You realize you don't want this night to end quite yet.

"Do you wanna come in?" you interrupt, and observe his quick reaction of rapidly shutting his mouth and widening his eyes.

"I could use a live storytelling session right now." you add.

What where you asking for exactly? As you looked at him hesitate for a bit, you weren't sure that you knew either. But after a few seconds of looking around, he hums in approval as he nods and follows you inside your home. It's not as clean as you would wish but not as messy as to apologize for anything. You both take off your shoes and walk into the open space living room. Feeling San's presence close behind you, you turn and signal for him to sit down on the couch as you go to a little counter.

"I have vodka, whiskey and some cherry liquor," you turn your head back towards him. He was sitting on your couch now. But not how someone who entered their friend's apartment for the first time would be expected to sit, no. Because he didn't have that posture of "oh, I don't want to make myself comfortable because my presence here is out of place". No. He looked like he fucking owned the place. Like he payed the bills. Like he chose every single piece of decoration there was inside your home. And you weren't mad about it, if you were being honest. The everlasting confidence that was emanating out his every pore always looked good on him. His legs were spread apart, and you didn't forbid yourself to spend more than a few seconds scanning his thighs, thinking of numerous ways you could make use of them. Prominent Adam's apple marked his throat as his head was thrown back over the backrest. It seemed that he moved in slow motion, lazily pulling his head up and in your direction.

"Glass of whiskey would be nice." he answered through a half pout as his hands splayed even more on the higher edge of the couch. Obeying his orders, you unconsciously let his choice be the one you make as well, so you pour the liquid in two glasses. The strong scent hits you immediately, and you know you won't be able to drink it, the alcohol in your system will reject this on the spot if you dared adventure too far. But you decided back when you invited your friend into your house, tonight was the night you were going to test your limits.

You sit yourself on the couch, next to the man you hide your desire for not so well, closer than you usually would. And he seems to observe regarding the fact that he appears to be leaning a bit into you. Maybe it's in your head. He sips from the glass you hand him, licking his lips again, the gesture he did at the bar seems to be hitting you in a certain, already wet, spot in between your legs as it did a little time ago. He hums right after swallowing the drink, you follow with interest the way his Adam's apple moves up and down. Why is he being so unworldly attractive tonight? Is it really the alcohol or has the sexual tension finally built up enough for you to not be able to take it anymore. You feel an unexpected, but not unwelcomed, ache in your heart and stomach and definitely in your pussy. He places the glass down, with careful fingers, on the table before you and resumes his previous stance, except now one of his hands chooses to rest on the thigh closer to you. You admire it from respectable distance, one which you weren't sure you'd be able to maintain for too long. His hands were clean, nails kept short on his slender long fingers, and the rings adorning them only completed the way his veins were traveling down the back of his palm. Will there ever be a time where you could look at Choi San and not like what you see? Highly doubtful.

"That's some good shit," finally his face catches your attention, and happily so. He looks at you through his lashes, smirking with one corner of his beautiful mouth. You wondered how his lips might feel. On yours, on your neck, your chest, everywhere. "never took you for a whiskey person."

"I'm not," you say through a bittersweet smile and you realize that maybe you really, desperately need the alcohol right now, so you chug some of it down. "it's been laying around." you finish the sentence and then the glass of whiskey and you place it down the table, next to his. The contrast of the glasses, one empty and one half full, makes you amused in some kind of way. It let's you reminiscence of the many times that you heard from a certain someone, how you were always rushed in the most unfit situations. It was true.

As you look back to San, you feel like you are left with no choice than laying on your back and placing your head on his lap. So you do, maybe slower than you feel you move in your drunk-dazed mind. As you nuzzle the back of your head into his thighs, you close your eyes, for your vision was getting blurry and the room slowly spun around.

"You can begin anytime." you sigh out and feel him shifting a bit underneath you. He chuckles lowly and it takes him a few moments to adjust to the situation presented before him, it would be strange to you too. These were exactly the kind of things that you hesitated to do with San, because you partly knew his feelings for you, so you didn't want to give too much water to the well. Exactly the kind of intimacy that would leave room to hope for more, want more.

And not only from his side.

"I met this girl a while ago," he starts and softly places his hand on top of your head, massaging your scalp and slowly pulling at strands of your hair. "she's the whole package. Smart, funny, kind and so fucking hot." , safe to say you don't expect his last words to hit you like they do. A tad bit of jealousy makes its presence felt in the bottom of your heart, thinking that there might be a possibility that he doesn't refer to you. But the slow strokes his fingers offer your head make you feel too good to give it any importance.

"She's got this thing about her, I don't know how to even say it. It's like every time we talk, we knew each other since birth and like the first time we ever met, all at once. It's incredible, really." the way he talked was how you only heard people talk in movies. Hopeless romantic to the very end.

"Sounds like she's got you head over heels." you huff out slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, you'd be shocked," silence following his words, words that had a heartbroken nuance to them. He continues to massage your head and his touch feels so good, so comforting, so familiar. Like he did it every time he saw you, like he at least imagined doing it every time. "she really loves my stories." he adds after what seems to be like forever, and his hand stops, pulling itself out of your proximity. Your eyes shoot open and you find his gaze upon you. At the same time he looks sad, his eyes are also filled with anticipation, of what is to come, of how you would react to the fact that he just confirmed it was you he talked about. You sit up, trying not to let the slight dizziness in your head get the best of you and turn to him. Faces close to each other, studying him one last time before things change between you two. He wants it. And you clearly want it. Both of you so bad that it's not even a surprise how you meet halfway into a kiss. You thank the universe in your head, for it being this way. For you to not beat yourself up too much later that you initiated anything. So you let yourself sink into the feeling of him, his smell intoxicating. You know that it will be hard to not feel it in your lungs for a long time after this, and you were happy for it to be that way. Your lips are shy at first, not used to kissing anymore, not used to someone who hasn't kissed you before. But the feeling is more than pleasant. He takes his time, slowly nipping away at your bottom lip, swiftly pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your teeth clash and you both smile, licking into each other's mouths a bit more. His lips are soft and so warm, this feeling has long been forgotten by your mind. He pulls away and you gasp for air, he reaches to brush the hair out of your face and cups your face gently, looking into your eyes with a glimmer you were sure you haven't seen on him before. But you knew exactly what it meant.

"I don't want it if you don't." he says, assuring you once again that his actions will only be made for your comfort.

"I can't even tell you how bad I want it." your voice soft as it answers, and after receiving your words with wonder on his face, San downs the whiskey left in his glass, only to rush kissing you right after he gulps it down. If the first kiss was both of you navigating uncharted waters, now you were both desiring more. Hungrily devouring each other, whiskey tasted so much better on his tongue. You climbed into his lap as he pulled you closer to his chest. Serving as a reminder, you needed to get that shirt off of him. And as you helped him get rid of it, you weren't even surprised of how he looked even better than what you kept picturing all night. He returned the favor of undressing you of your shirt, and briefly cupped your breasts through your bra as he pulled you into another kiss. His hands quickly running to your waist, pulling you deeper into his lap, feeling him get hard underneath you, moment by moment. One of his palms traveled down to massage your butt cheek through your jeans, and the other quickly moved up to unhook your bra deftly with steady fingers.

"You must be popular with the ladies." you whisper close to his mouth and he chuckles.

"Not with the ones I want." he replies and you jokingly slap his bicep in response. He pulls the bra off throwing it somewhere nearby and admires your chest for a second too long before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You throw your head back and whimper at the feeling of his tongue swirling around the sensitive part of your breasts. You tangle your fingers in his hair as you try to slowly ride his thigh, feeling the need to get rid of the tension in some kind of way. He let's your nipple out of his mouth with a lewd pop and laughs as he glues his hand to the back of your head, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Darling if you want something you just need to ask," he brings his mouth over to your chest, planting sprinkled kisses along your collarbones. "my thigh? my fingers? my cock?" he asks in between suctions on the soft, sensitive skin of your neck. You were so sexually frustrated that you thought you were going to cry, and his words definitely didn't help. If something, they only made the tightness in your belly feel even tighter. "Which one will it be?" he asks finally as his eyes find yours again. You barely manage a pathetic whimper as he let's go of your head to unbutton your jeans. His hand slides slowly until it meets the band of your panties, but it doesn't go further, his eyes stopping on your face.

"Fuck, San, I want everything." you finally verbalize for him, your words laced with desperation for him to take things further. He closes his eyes and smiles in satisfaction when hearing your words, resuming the attack on your neck, biting down some marks here and there. His fingers finally get a hold of your clit and you shudder at the sensation. The circular motions he starts only make you moan his name quietly, through whimpers. It's been so long since you touched yourself like that, let alone somebody else. Masturbation was a thing you couldn't get back into since everything happened. Every time you tried, your mind only pictured Hongjoong, and it always ended with you crying without releasing in any kind of way. That was how you spent the last two years of your life, no wonder you were sexually frustrated. But now, the only thing on your mind was San, and how you could get him to make you cum faster. The position wasn't really a favorable one, he didn't have much access and so, his movements were limited and slow. San sinks his hand further down, teasing your hole with his middle finger, coating it in your arousal.

"You're so wet baby," he slowly pushes his finger into you, wandering into your inside, and your tightness. It did definitely feel like rain after a long drought. He pumped his finger inside you a few times, adding an extra one after a few seconds, stretching you in a way that has become unfamiliar but satisfying all the same. He fastened his pace and you unconsciously started to ride his fingers, chasing after your long awaited release. It wouldn't last too much, taking in consideration that you haven't orgasmed in so long. Your left hand was on San's nape, anchoring you to some sort of reality that he was indeed there, and the other one was on his chest. It wasn't much longer until your body conjured the estranged feeling in your tummy, you were close. San seemed to read your thoughts once again as his movements came to a halt, you offered a frustrated whimper in return. He lifted you up of his lap and placed you on your back next to him. He helped you get rid of your jeans and then your panties.

"I know you want to cum, but I want you to do it in my mouth." his face in between your thighs, breath fanning over your aching core. This time he didn't wait for a verbal response anymore, and you were glad he didn't. His warm tongue licked a long swipe starting from your hole to your clit, his mouth latched to it with sensual movements, sucking and licking at it, taking all the time in the world.

"Ho...ly fu-fuck," you gasped as you threw your head back into the cushion of the couch, arching your back under his ministrations.

His tongue was skilled, and so were his fingers when they slid inside you for the second time tonight. He curled them up, hitting your g-spot every time he pumped them in. Your body shuddered hardly at the sensation.

"Feel good?" he asked looking up at you, for the first time since he positioned you like this, you looked down at him. And what a sight for sore eyes, so lewd that if you looked at it for long enough you would cum without him needing to do anything to you anymore.

"So good," you reply and place one of your hands into his raven hair when he continues abusing your sensitive bud in the best way you could think of, he continues his movements with his tongue and his fingers, and it's only a matter of seconds until it builds up. You pull at his hair as he deepens his head in between the thighs that are now clenched around his head and it finally all becomes too much for you.

"Fuck....San....ahh," you cry out whilst shutting your eyes tightly, thing that makes you see stars in the back of your head.

You feel proud for satisfying his wish. San seems too feel so as well. You come undone on his fingers, and he pulls them out quickly to attend your releasing wetness with his inpatient tongue, you feel as if you could pass out from the soft stimulation. Such a long time since you've had an orgasm and this might have been the best way to have one.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he says as he slowly rises and takes his place above you, letting you have a taste yourself as he kisses you, swirling his wet muscle in every corner of your mouth, making sure none of it is getting left untouched by him. You sure do taste better on his tongue. Feeling his hard dick press on the inside of your thigh, in all its dizziness, your brain only wants more.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" you ask nicely, only to be met once more with San's surprised face. Like the thought that you still might want more never crossed his mind. He helps you up by the waist and lets you guide the way to the room. As you enter the it you quickly run to the bed, throwing yourself on it as you giggle like you're high, and you might as well be. High hormones had the same effect as weed for you. San only shakes his head with a smile on his face, while looking down and getting his belt off. Shit, this is really happening. Really finally happening. He slowly approaches the bed, ridding himself of his pants as he reaches the edge of it. Your friend pulls down his boxers as well, and you watch closely as his erect member is finally out of its entrapment, it springs up vividly, slapping against his torso. You're left in surprise at the sight of his girthy, definitely above average long, cock. You bite your lip involuntarily and he laughs to your reaction.

"You don't need to," you quickly blurt out as soon as you see him pulling a condom from his wallet. "I mean...I'm clean, if so are you then..." well it's safe to say you've became quite a desperate little thing during your two, deprived of sex, years. "then, we don't need to worry." you finish your sentence.

"You sure?" he asks for confirmation once again.

"Yeah, 'm sure." you respond and beckon him with your index finger. He muffles out a swear word you don't quite register as he drops the condom from his hold, quickly climbing on the bed. He crafts a better position above you, kissing you gently as he lines up his tip with your entrance. You whine in anticipation, lips still attached to his own, softer ones. He slowly pushes himself inside, taking lots of time to make sure your tightness grows comfortable around him. It hurts. Not only it is the first time with San, it felt like the first time altogether. At first, it seemed like your damn hymen grew back. Ironic, considering the amount of sex you used to have. You frowned as you whimpered softly into his mouth. He quickly broke the kiss, watching you with a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Hey, you all right?" he brushed the hair out of your face with his right hand, holding his weight on his left arm. You slowly started to get used to him, your whole body relaxing noticeably when seeing his face.

"Yeah, you can move." you stated with a voice glazed with desire. He did as asked, moving his hips in slow strokes, every time trying to deepen himself more inside you. He groaned each time his dick reached a new part of you.

"Fucking hell, how are you so fucking tight?" he lets out in a tone that almost seems annoyed with the state of your pussy.

"You...are the first...since then." you speak in between craving moans. He shudders at your words, stopping for a second, as he buries his forehead in the crook of your neck.

"Well, damn, princess. Should've let me stretch you out sooner." he whispers into your ear. And that is by far the most obscene thing that has left his lips tonight. He started moving again, this time picking a pace that had you crying out for his name. You couldn't think of much else when San was fucking you, his cock kindly brushing over a certain sweet spot every time it reached its depth. His dick and your pleasure occupied most of the place inside you and your mind, respectively. But at one point, you did try to recall how exactly you ended up right there. Somewhere along the way of finding the answer, you realized it didn't matter how, it mattered that it did. And the strokes that San was driving into you only made you thank the universe that it happened. Following after his release, he increased his speed. His voice was starting to get raspy after groaning and moaning, as did yours, both of your throats dry now.

"I...I think I'm gonna cum..." he whispered in your ear, and you immediately understood the question hiding behind his words. Your mind was in a state of debate for a few too many seconds. In or out? The only person that ever came in was him. In or out? But you wanted San to cum inside you so badly. In or out? That wouldn't be fair. In or out? But why wouldn't it be?

"Inside." you determinately say. His movements begin to grow messy, losing rhythm. He immerses into you deep, almost knocking you out with the way his cock is so richly stuffed inside you, and he let's out an angelic cry as he fills you up with white ropes of his hot seed. With his forehead glued to your shoulder, San pauses to catch his breath for a few seconds, before pulling his body up to get better vision of you. He cups your cheek and kisses you softly once again, pulling himself apart from you quicker than expected.

"You're so beautiful," he brushes his thumb over your lips. "I could look at you for all eternity." your heart thumps heavily when hearing his words. It made no sense for you how someone who looked like him, could tell you that you're beautiful. It seemed so far away from your reality, but still, you were thankful. At a loss for words, and only giving a shy smile in return, San mirrors it as he ascends and then throws himself in the empty space next to you. The only thing that is heard the next few minutes is both of your breaths as your chests heave. You nuzzle up into San's side, he embraces you with his arm as you grab him by the waist, laying your head on his chest. He kisses you on the crown of your head as he starts humming a melody that you don't think you've heard yet. Nonetheless, sleep gets a hold of your tired body and mind quickly, and you don't know if it's the alcohol that creates an illusion, or if it's just San's presence, but throughout your dreams you feel as if you are guarded by an angel.

Easily the best sleep you've had in a while. You are reminded of how easy it is to fall asleep on someone else's shoulder, just as you wake up.

*****

Before you met him you always thought you were better at spending time alone than you were at spending time with others. Now your thoughts had changed about the matter. It was like you were made only for being in Hongjoong's company, and when you were, you felt at peace. Like nothing could affect you ever again. The moments after sex were the ones you loved most, it almost felt like after your bodies were joint, your souls were getting combined as well, while laying on one another. He had his warm hand draped against your waist, playfully tracing circles on your soft skin, humming whatever song came to his mind. Your hand was on his bare chest and your head in the crook of his armpit. If you would be stuck in a time loop made only of this moment, you would never get sick of it.

The heat his body was emanating seemed to strangely warm you up from inside out, and the smell that was around the two of you was making your mind dizzy and your lungs crave for more. Feeling his chest rise as he inhaled and exhaled made you realize that your breaths were in sync, and hearing his heartbeat, you were sure they were too, in sync with yours. For you, loving Hongjoong was such a natural thing to do, like you two were extensions of each other and worked at full capacity only when together. His fingers slowly took a hold of your hand which he brought to his lips, he kissed it and then squeezed it tightly. You looked up into his eyes. His beautiful eyes sprinkled with love and adoration as he watched you.

"I think that every day I spend with you, I find a new meaning to love." he brushes your cheek gently and you stay silent, your mind in a stage of awe at how greatly he sums up the things you feel, without even talking to each other. You smile as you kiss him again and again and again.

"Then let's find a new meaning to love together for the rest of our lives," still standing close to his face, you see him smile and you do as well. You knew that even in the darkest of days, his smile would always lighten up your whole world. He pecks your lips again and suddenly tries to get up from the bed, the coldness you feel not only in your body, but your heart as well, wraps around your mind and you quickly grab his hand. He stops and kneels on the bed, looking at your uncovered body still on display for the flame that takes ahold in his enchanting eyes.

"We'll be late..." he says as he gets closer to you. That wouldn't be a problem, you think. The author should be allowed to be late to their own book release, right?

"Ten more minutes," you plead as you pull him towards you. He smirks and let's you take control of both his mind and body, as he lays on top of you, filling you up with the heat emanating from his body once again. After all, ten minutes wasn't that much, right?

*****

There it was. The selfishness that has made you lose him. The selfishness that brought you here with San. Everything was your fault. You lost so much of yourself the day you lost Hongjoong, but you were sure your last bit of humanity was completely lost the day you let Choi San believe that you could love him the same way he did. How could you be so reckless? You couldn't even blame the alcohol anymore, only your fucking stupidity. You used the only friend left that you cared about, as a rebound. And he doesn't even know. You looked up at the man who was holding you tight against his chest, as if not to lose you. He was still asleep. His natural unflawed beauty made your heart exclaim in agony as you traced his features with your gaze. As thoughts were overwhelming your mind, you placed your head in its initial position. Your eyes were starting to sting when tears started to form up.

You were the worst there was, weren't you? You killed your boyfriend and you deceived your friend into being your distraction, from all the pain and guilt, in more than one way. You didn't recognize yourself anymore, not after so much time of ignoring all your thoughts and suppressing all your feelings thinking it would get better. It didn't get better, the opposite actually, seeing where you stand right now. It was all because of you, and your selfishness, and it could've all be avoided if you didn't wish for fucking ten more minutes.

You started quivering and sobbing.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" San confusedly asks. This should be a sight to see as soon as you open your eyes. The girl you were balls deep in the night before, crying in front of you the morning after. Comforting you came natural to him, like he has been doing it for all his life. And you realized he did do it, not for all his life, sure, but since it happened. He has done his best to comfort you in every way he could. And he always succeeded. And this is how you repaid him. How could you be such a fucking asshole?

"San you need to...you have to leave...I'm sorry." you say through sniffles as it gets harder and harder for you to control the tears pouring down your face. You cannot look him in the eyes but you do get a peek at his grave look, how he looks down, unsure of what to do.

"Did I do something?" he quietly asks with a certain thread of fear in his voice, as if he was terrified of what his question might cause. You wish you could tell him that at the same time he didn't do anything, he also did too much. His kindness and love were too overwhelming for you in the state you were in.t. No matter how much he tried, his love couldn't repair you. You were the only one who could do that, but for what felt like the longest time, you didn't want to do it. Maybe it was time to try now.

"God, no..." you barely manage to blurt out. Speaking seems like the most tiring thing to do right now. "I just have to be alone right now." trying to stop your tears briefly, you look him in the eyes as he retracts his hands off of you. And you can't help but feeling it again, even if you know that it's not the case. Abandoned. Once again, and like the first time, it was all because of you. He got up from the bed, quickly dressing himself in the heavy silence that was surrounding both of you. You slowly hugged your knees to your chest, slightly burying your head in the space that you created. Maybe it wasn't for the best to be left alone but you were afraid of what might happen if you weren't. You saw San walk to your front door, put on his shoes and look at you for a last time. You looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Y/N, I..." love you. He didn't need to enunciate it, you could already see it on his face, how much it hurt him to leave you in this mess, all alone. Whatever you felt for him was so hard to decipher in the amalgam of things that were dwelling inside of you. And it was even harder to accept that you did have certain feelings for him, stronger that you would've liked. He sighed and slowly shook his head, looking down. You saw him leave and then you didn't see much anymore. As bitter tears that flooded your eyes slowly slid into your mouth. Painful screams were tumbling out of your chest giving you no chance to control them. As you get up off the bed you start grabbing whatever comes first and throwing it around. Cradled papers, books off of shelves, tiny decorations on your desk. You reach a framed photo of you and Hongjoong and stop for a second to look at it. Back at the beginning of your relationship when you went to a museum. It started snowing so much that his black coat turned white. You still remembered the cold weather of that period but the warmth of his smile was burning still, even through the damn picture. A few of your tears stained the glass of the photo and after you whimpered in the discomfort you felt around your heart, like someone was squeezing it in their fist, you threw it on the wall across from you. Did you really have to destroy everything nice in your life? As soon as it shattered to pieces you rushed towards it, as if you were not expecting the completely obvious to happen.

"No, no, no..." you whisper to yourself in disbelief. You slowly pick the broken glass in your shaking hands as your crying only gets louder, rivers of tears flowing down your face when your eyes can't seem to look anywhere else but at the old photo.

"I miss you so fucking much..." you whimper in pain, like a dog being beaten.

It's pure torture, you realize, what you're doing to yourself. It takes a lot for your now bloody palms to make contact with your face and wipe your tears, only leaving more of a mess behind. The flesh, now torn from picking up the thin pieces of broken glass, stings when your salty tears slide over the bloody trails and as you rise up with wobbly legs to throw it in the trash, you find yourself looking out the same window you stood with your lover on his last day beside you. Your tears suddenly came to a halt as you looked at the city lights near and far away; your breathing steadied and you remembered.

I want a balcony.

How were you supposed to move on, when you haven't even moved out?

You never felt so nervous for anything in your life before. The microphone was waiting for you on the warmly illuminated stage. You took shy steps towards it as the people started to applaud loudly, you were sure you heard someone whistle from the crowd. As you got in front of the microphone stand you placed one hand on it, dragging it closer. You were not sure how to do this. It should've been your second time, but due to the incidents back then, it was the first time in your life you had to speak at your own book release. Or even attend it. You inhaled deeply and looked through the crowd once more. Your eyes met Seonghwa's as he slightly raised the glass of champagne towards you. The pity he laid upon you with the help of his gaze a while back had turned into pride. You couldn't help but remember the surprise on his face when you went not to his office, but his house, at two in the morning, when you finally finished writing.

You spent the night together, he began reading and you fell in and out of sleep on his couch. When you woke up, he made breakfast for you and he told you how great it was, with the little eternal side notes from his side. He was proud.

"I have no idea what I should say," you offer a strong beginning, everyone starting to chuckle at your awkward comment. "I've been through hell and back writing this book. Two years and a half ago I lost the love of my life in a car accident, and for a long time I thought I lost everything." the room became suddenly tense as you spoke the words.

"But this should be a reminder that some doors aren't closed. We just think that they are." you finish off raising your glass and looking at a familiar pair of eyes. Everyone cheers as you get off the stage, and after receiving compliments from your boss, your team and other people as well, you follow the suited silhouette that you've been secretly chasing with your stare all night, outside.

"Hey," you greet as you find San on a bench right next to the venue. His eyes meet yours and for a brief second it's like all the nerves you had on stage came back, but they were doubled this time. It was hard going through everything without San. He tried to contact you, of course, but you weren't giving him much and the only times you saw him were when you ran into each other at work. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn't recognize yourself anymore, but he? He was just the same. Dressed for the occasion, his black hair swiped back neatly and his face...as gorgeous as ever, and the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"Hey," he greets back as he drags his body on one side of the bench, signaling for you to join him. You sit beside him and look forward, feeling his eyes on your figure. "how have you been?" he asks, his voice glazed in worry. You made him suffer for the last time, you tell yourself. The whole ghosting thing and all the times you avoided him, those summed up the last time you were going to ever hurt him. For now you were working towards slowly healing the wound that has scarred you, which gave you more clarity about a lot of things.

"Better." you answer, looking in his direction. "I finally got it out!" you add smiling, a bittersweet smile that you held inside for a long time, it was for him only.

"I told you." San mimics your smile and looks into the distance.

"You did," moments of silence accompany as you think of the best way to embody your thoughts into words. "I never got to apologize." you start and his head shoots right at you. "I'm sorry. For using you to try and fuck my pain away." finally saying it aloud to him and getting it off your chest make your lungs finally not burn up when you try to inhale.

"I should apologize too," he begins and it's your turn to look at him with confusion.

"A part of me was aware that you were trying to do that and yet I wasn't able to stop myself." he adds. And it's like some part of you already knew, and already forgave him for it and that was because you knew you had way more blame than him, but you learned to come to terms with it, like you did with many things in your life. Learning to forgive yourself wasn't an easy process, but with the help of a good therapist, you slowly learned how to do it. You were at peace with a few of the things that kept you awake during the night. Slowly getting better.

"I'm sorry." he says and you're sure that more honest words had never left his mouth.

You take his hand into yours and place it on your lap. For the first time since you know him, his hands are cold. You use your other palm as a blanket and cover his hand from the cold winter breeze outside. He nurtured for you enough, it was finally time that you were ready to return the favor.

"I read the book," he says, looking at your hands holding each other.

"Lots of them are inspired from your stories," you refer to the poems, thinking of how many more were written with your mind only thinking about him that didn't even make the cut into the book. "and lots of them are inspired from you." You look into his eyes as he squeezes your hand gently. Maybe you didn't yet know what you wanted. But you knew what you didn't want. And you didn't want to lose San. Not again. Not ever.

"Can I take you out on Thursday?" he asks as his gaze stills down on your warm face. If he asked you this on a bad day, you still weren't sure what your answer would be, but today was a good day. You never got to say goodbye to Hongjoong, but that didn't mean you couldn't say hello to anyone ever again. "You know, in case you need more inspiration for your next masterpiece." he adds and you laugh shortly while nodding quickly. You spend a few more minutes in silence, enduring the cold air, silently revealing to each other the most vulnerable parts of you. You look down at your joined hands and then into his eyes. You smile, partly because you do feel happy, and the rest because you know he'll do the same, and hell, you fucking missed that dimpled smile of his.

The man doesn't say anything when you lean your head on his shoulder, but you are almost sure you can hear his heart beating faster. "I missed you so much." you finally say, letting your feelings pour out in front of San for the first time, leaving you vulnerable in a way no one has seen you since then.

And for the first time, while looking at the bright clear sky above you, you think for yourself that...He would be so proud.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 18: Edging with Seungmin

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: names (baby i think that’s it actually), oral (f receiving), finger fucking, edging (that’s why we’re here), a single ass slap, seungmin tells mc to beg at the end

Summary: He just wants to see how long he can draw this out.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“Are you positive? I don’t want you to say yes just because I’m curious.”

“I’ve been dropping hints for weeks, babe, I promise I want this.” You assured him, squeezing his hand as he settled on his stomach between your legs and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He gave you one last questioning glance, to which you nodded, before pressing his lips to your skin. He kissed up your thighs before pausing to blow on your cunt, looking up to smirk at you when you shivered. You wanted to urge him to hurry up but that kind of defeated the whole purpose of what you were doing. This was meant to be torturous - in the best way imaginable, of course.

He was eager though and didn’t tease for too long before flattening his tongue against you. He was always happy to go down on you and often playfully offered his face as a seat whenever you complained about having to stand. You sighed softly at the contact and carded your fingers through his hair, your free hand resting beside your head on the pillow. He allowed his fingers to spread you open and hummed against you when he sucked on your clit.

You let out a soft moan and rocked your hips against him, tugging gently at his hair as he flicked his tongue. Not only was he enthusiastic when it came to going down on you, he was fucking good at it. You felt flames wash over your body as he worked you up, lapping at your cunt with vigor.

You wanted to pout when he moved one hand away from your body but didn’t fight when he quickly brought that hand between your legs, fingers teasing at your entrance. He looked up at you, watching your reaction as his long fingers slid into you. You whimpered at his expression and let your head fall back against the pillows as he dove back in.

His tongue circled your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers curled, pressing against your g-spot, and you couldn’t hold in the moan that forced its way out. “So fucking good, baby…” He sighed, barely pulling back to speak so your pussy muffled his voice. The gentle vibrations felt heavenly and you bit your lip gently at the sensation.

It didn’t take him long to get you teetering on the edge. He was just that good. He could tell you were close, you’d been together long enough for him to know your tells. Still, you warned him. “Fuck ‘m so close-” You gasped, pulling his hair as you twisted the pillowcase in your free hand. You made a disappointed noise as he pulled away from you entirely but didn’t fight it. This is what you’d signed up for, what you’d asked for.

He moved up the bed and caught your lips in a demanding kiss. You enthusiastically reciprocated, lapping up every bit of your mess you could get to. You made out with him as the knot in your stomach began to loosen, relaxing when the desire backed off. You moved a hand between your bodies and reached for the front of his sweats but he stopped you, pulling back to take a breath and admire you. “Not yet, baby.” His voice was soft and warm and you found yourself easily pacified. “I wanna get you off first. Then you can touch, okay?”

You nodded and allowed him to carefully pin your hands above your head with one hand while the other slipped between your legs. He pressed his palm to your pussy and you couldn’t help but grind against him, loving the way your juices coated his hand for a delicious slide. He dragged his hand upwards until his fingers teased your clit, circling there for a moment before plunging two long fingers into you like before.

You puckered your lips expectantly, silently begging for a kiss, and he granted your wish with a small grin. He pressed his lips to yours and you let out a high-pitched hum as he sped up. He curled and scissored his fingers as he finger fucked you, swallowing every moan that ripped from your throat. He felt you tighten around his digits and tapped them against your g-spot teasingly, letting out a huff of laughter at the way you squirmed beneath him.

He continued like that until you were right at the edge and stopped again, this time lifting his messy fingers to his lips to lick them clean. It took him less time to get you there and you wanted to scream. This time, you were actually disappointed. You’d never done this before so you figured he’d edge you once and let you cum but he didn’t and you weren’t sure how many more times he’d do it.

“Why don’t you lay on your stomach for me, baby?” He suggested, though it was closer to being an order than a request. He released your wrists from the vice grip he had on them above your head and moved away from you entirely so you could get comfy. “Oh and put this under your hips.” He grabbed one of the pillows that had been discarded from the bed only a short while before you’d both started getting worked up; a short while before he suggested trying this.

You complied and flipped over, laying with the pillow propping your hips up. You listened as he finished undressing and bit your lip in anticipation when you felt the mattress dip on either side of you. He pushed your legs together and helped you lift your ass a bit before straddling your legs. He lined up and you fought the urge to push back and impale yourself on his cock, choosing instead to beg. “Please put it in, Min, I want you…” You whined softly, gasping when he pressed the tip in.

He felt bigger in this position and you couldn’t get enough, wiggling your hips to tease him in the hopes that he’d lose his sanity and drill you into the mattress. You didn’t have much luck with that but he began to rock his hips, slowly sinking further into you with each thrust. You felt like you were ascending each time he pushed back into you, the stretch of his cock sending wave after wave of arousal crashing over your body.

He didn’t work fast but you were still vocal, gasping and moaning each time his hips met yours. “Harder, Minnie! Please!” You moaned out, arching your back as he finally slammed into you at your request. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mingling with your pathetic sounds.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He groaned, hands kneading at your waist as he fucked you harder. You felt the coil in your stomach growing tight again but tried your hardest to relax. It was hard to do when the head of his cock was repeatedly abusing that sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl in delight. “You’re close, aren't you?” You nodded frantically and he slapped your ass. “Beg.”

His tone made you shudder, fanning the fire under your skin, and you had to actively fight off your orgasm. “Minnie, please! Please, ‘m so fucking close- can I cum? Please, please, please can I cum? I need it so bad- fuck-” You practically sobbed out your request and he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm, filling you to the brim as he granted you permission to cum.

Molten lava filled your veins and you trembled violently under him as you came undone. You let out a cry that vaguely sounded like his name and he began to slow down, not stopping until you were left with only the aftershocks of pleasure. He pulled out as you came down from your high and leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder, chuckling softly when you whimpered at the contact. “Was that okay, baby?”

“More than okay.” You sighed, bringing your arms up to rest your head on them. “Fucking amazing. But can you help me clean up?”

[lightlycareless]

The complete work of the snippet I posted yesterday :) warnings: fluff. mentions of pregnancy. highly indulgent. enjoy!

Naoya is usually the one to call you first during missions, the one to check in with you every so often just to see how you are and vice versa. Thus, it’s easily become one of his favorite moments when away: getting to talk to you about the strange, sometimes stupid occurrences that happen in his work, while you listen intently, tell him of your day or while reminding him of how you miss him oh so greatly and couldn’t wait for him to get back home.

He’s never asked, nor expected you to take the initiative, knowing well the dangers of his career could only heighten if you do so, but he won’t deny that there weren’t moments where he hoped you’d be the one to call him when he needs you most. Naoya always gets excited when he hears the first Hello? When you finally pick up the call, after all…

However, when you finally had the initiative to contact him, seemingly unprovoked while in the middle of a mission…

Far from being enthralled, he was worried.

“If you can, get back home as soon as possible”

Because of the previous arrangement, you never, ever contacted him, less it was to be an emergency… which is why he was catapulted to imagine nothing but the worst.

The fear of this thought is what pushes Naoya to quickly wrap up whatever it was that he was working on and quickly make his way back to the estate, offering no explanations nor apologies, simply rushing past everyone as soon as he arrived and going straight to your location, to the garden he knew he’d always find you in, in the company of your loyal staff.

Upon hearing his rushed footsteps and receiving one of your maiden’s confirmation, you gasp, quickly turning around to acknowledge your husband and give him a big, warm smile, jumping on your feet to give him an equally big and warm hug, which your husband instinctively receives eagerly, quickly diving into the embrace of his beloved wife, until remembering why he was so urged in the first place, eventually pulling away.

“What’s wrong, dear?” you ask upon seeing his concerned face.

“What do you mean what’s wrong—you—you sent me a message asking me to get back home quickly!” He frowns, unease evident in his voice. “Are you ok? What happened?!”

“What message…” you frown, before gasping with realization “Oh, that one! I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Then what did you mean?” Naoya persists, his heart barely starting to calm down. “What could I possibly make out of that message without getting worried?”

“… I didn’t mean to upset you… I just missed you” you pout, and regret for having spoken to you quickly settles in his chest.

“I missed you too” Naoya sighs, taking you once more in his arms. He could never get angry at you. “But you got me worried, what was I supposed to think after you never send me anything? If it’s nothing urgent just let me know next time, ok?”

“Well… Actually… it is urgent—There is something I need to tell you.”

Your words push Naoya back to square one, with his heart down to his stomach and the worst things he could think of flashing across his mind. But when he sees the gleeful, giggling look of your staff, giving you one last cheerful pat on the back before leaving the two alone, he now feels confused.

Once out of your eyeshot, you look back to your husband, taking his hands and pressing your lips together, mustering all the courage you could find before starting.

“I didn’t want to tell you at first but… I was actually a bit sick these past few days.”

“What?” Naoya breathes. “And why didn’t you tell—”

“Because I knew you’d get like this” you pout—he sighs. You got him there, that much he’ll admit.

“…Alright well, are you better now at least?”

“Mmhm.” you nod “It wasn’t that serious, but it does have to do with what I want to tell you.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“It’s nothing bad! I swear… I think”

“You think?”

“If you’re going to make fun of me, then I rather not tell you.” You frown, crossing your arms.

“Princess, you know I didn’t mean that.” He chuckles, you sigh.

“…Anyways, I went to the doctor because I was feeling quite nauseous… at first I thought it was because I ate something bad, or because I didn’t rest well—”

“Did you go by yourself?” Naoya asks. He was already on edge for the fact that you were ill… so please, at least tell him you were accompanied.

“No, of course not. I went with Mariya. She’s the one that drove me there.” a member of your staff, your most trusted one. Whenever she was involved Naoya knew he could rest easy.

“What happened? Why were you sick?”

“I told him my symptoms, and after a few more questions, he told me to do some tests, and turns out that I’m—!”

Your face was beaming with excitement up to that point, but for some reason, as soon as you were to reveal the tests results, the light in your face begins to diminish, almost as if you were realizing the gravity of miscalculations, that what you perceived as positive…

Might not have the same effect on your husband.

“I’m…”

And seeing the way your enthusiasm slowly dies is what hurts Naoya more than anything in the world, pushing his mind to think nothing but the worst.

“What happened? What’s wrong?!” Naoya frets—he doesn’t want to even consider it, less think about it, but your reaction is one that leads him to believe that the doctor might’ve concluded that your time here is limited.

“I’m—I…” you continue to stammer, tears now overflowing your eyes. “I—I’m ….”

“What? What are you Y/N??” he breathes.

“I’m… pregnant” and then, you break down into sobs, covering your face with your hands as the world faces your undeniable truth.

The thing that tormented you so much, and now, Naoya too.

But as much as your voice sounded clear and undisputable in his ears, he still had trouble believing your words. Did he hear you wrong? Made up what you thought you said… or what he longed instead?

No. That couldn’t be it—and nothing you did could indicate a prank either, because the tears in your eyes alongside the tremble in your voice was real. Besides, it wasn’t like you to joke about something as sensitive as this. If this is what you had to tell him, it’s solely because it was the truth.

“Y/N—How—” he begins, unsure how to proceed, still processing the news.

“I—I mean… we know how, right?! We’ve… done it enough but—but that’s not what worries me!” you gasp, removing your hands from your face.

“Is it the doctor? Did the doctor tell you something? We can get a second opinion—we’ll get someone else if that’s what you—”

It was always funny to see how Naoya naturally followed your lead—if you fret, so did he. He just had to be on the same page as you.

“It’s not that! I’m fine, I think… until now…” you press your eyebrows together. “It’s just that I didn’t realize what this would mean for us! For you! What was I even thinking?!”

Your reaction ends up hurting Naoya far more than he anticipated, because more than worrying about the risks this pregnancy entailed, you cared more for him. His opinion… and where this relationship will stand afterwards.

It’s almost as if you… as if you didn’t want the child.

“I can’t put this burden on you when you’re so busy all the time. A child can’t fit in your schedule!” you cry. “What am I going to do—"

“Nothing. You’re going to do nothing” Naoya frowns “Where did you get this idea from? The idea I wouldn’t want a child with you?”

“… Because we haven’t spoken much about it.”

Truth to be told, this would have to be one of the less common talked about topics between the two—sure, the thought of having a chibi Naoya, or a chibi Y/N running around the estate has crossed their minds, a small bundle of joy to lighten up their day a tiring long one at work.

But raising a child entailed so much more than that, much more than just doting on them. Their mere presence demanded great sacrifices to be made:

Such as the physical stress your body will go through to harbor this baby, and eventually, Naoya’s career.

He’s a grade 1 sorcerer, one of the most sought-after positions when it comes to his field, and as dangerous it can get. There’s always a possibility, no matter how accomplished Naoya was, that he won’t make it back. That one day, he’d no longer respond to your messages… and that’ll be the end of him.

The mere thought of it broke your heart—but now that there’s someone else involved, it frightened you.

You didn’t want the baby to go through what you have: the countless days without seeing him, constantly wondering if he’ll come back or not…

Oh, how could you even think this was anything joyful in the first place?!

“I guess we haven’t” Naoya affirms. “But that doesn’t change what feel—not even the slightest.”

You raise your eyes to him, hesitant.

“I want to have the baby.” he confesses, and your heart sinks.

“You… do?”

He nods.

“But why?”

“Why? Why wouldn’t I want a family with the love of my life?” Naoya remarks, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, maybe even feeling a bit offended by your skepticism.

“You—you want… the baby?” you caution, he nods once more.

He would be lying if he didn’t admit that the thought of him harboring something a bit more… intimate with you, had enthralled him.

The idea of him coming back from the solitude of his missions to the warmth of his home, welcomed by an extra pair of eyes that would brighten up as soon as seeing him walk past the door, excited to hear of his day….

An additional giggle to receive silly antics with, a cute frown to make when disapproving of others, console them when saddened or frightened, remind them that their papa will always be there to protect them…

Someone he could instill his knowledge of sorcery, train with, maybe even go on missions together…

Or just seeing them grow, become the person they were destined to be, which Naoya knows will be great because they come from you….

Naoya had long admitted to himself that he wanted that. He wanted to experience that part of life with you—what it is to be a father, to be part of a family.

So yes.

He wants to keep the baby.

But if you don’t feel confident about it… he won’t force you either.

“Yes.” Naoya reiterates. “I want to form a family with you—but… if you’re not ready, we don’t have to make that decision now.”

“But we don’t have much time to think” you murmur.

“We can take it one day at a time.” He reassures “There is no rush.”

“What about you?” you ask, now that it’s known he wants the baby… wouldn’t it be selfish to make this decision all by yourself?

“What about me?” Naoya asks, smiling as he combs one of your hair threads behind your ear.

“Well… I just… I don’t know, what if I decide I don’t want to have the baby but you—you do…”

“As much as I would love to have a child with you… you’re the one that matters to me the most.”

At his words, your lips begin to tremble as another sob escapes your mouth, hands raising to your face yet again to cover the tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Oh, Y/N…” he coos, quick to wrap his arms around you and press a kiss on the top of your head. “It’ll be alright. You just have to take it easy, take some time to think, I’m sure there will be no problem—”

“I want the baby.” You suddenly declare, he blinks, startled.

“Huh?” Naoya expected you to decide in due time, maybe next week or even a month after… certainly not this fast.

“I… I want the baby” you continue. “I wanted it since I knew I was pregnant—or even before that, really…”

And Mariya, your prime lady-in-waiting could attest to this fact, for the way your face light up at the revelation, quick to hold your stomach where your unborn child was now resting, was one she’d never forget.

This sentiment had come to you when seeing families spending time together, their adorable little babies curiously looking at their surroundings, dressing them up in cute onesies, couples gushing at their kids whenever doing something equally lovable—

Or when you’d seen a pregnant woman walking through the baby section with their partner, deciding what kind of furniture would suit better their nursery, what colors to match, what names to choose…

You’ve long come to the decision that if it ever were to happen, you’d be elated to receive your new family, but that was something you always assumed to depend on Naoya.

Unbeknownst to you, you were the one that inspired him to want such thing, having seen you quietly admire families, caught you looking at baby clothes when shopping, or even hear you openly enthuse about them with your fellow ladies-in-waiting…

He never knew he wanted something with such passion, after you of course, until he saw it. And now, it was safe to say that out of the two, Naoya is the one that desired to have a family the most.

Because that’s something that many didn’t know about him: that deep beneath the arrogant, cold façade of heir he always needed to portray, was a man who desperately desired to love, and be loved.

He never thought himself capable of yearning such happiness and was even in the way of becoming the conceited man everyone expected him to be—until he met you.

You’ve changed his life so much, in ways that he couldn’t even imagine, showed him a world full of color when all that he’d ever seen was gray.

And now… he’s going to have a family with you.

Even after you’ve given him so much, you were still to give him more.

Truly, meeting you was the best thing that could’ve ever happened in his life, and he would give up everything just to meet you again in the next life, and the next one, and the rest to come.

“Really?” he asks softly, wanting to hear your comforting words once more. “Do you really… want to keep the baby?”

“I do” you nod. “The thought of having a family has been on my mind for a while now, but after much thinking… I can finally say I’m ready.”

Naoya’s heart skips a beat.

“I’m finally ready to take the next step with you, Naoya. I’m finally ready… to have a family with you.”

Naoya smiles, his heart soaring up at the thought of creating something between the two, something made from the love both had for one another—and the overwhelming need to embrace you, as well as the tears forming in his eyes, overcomes him.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world yet again, Y/N.” Naoya quietly sniffles, hugging you tighter. “It’s frightening, yes, but with you by my side, I know we can overcome anything.”

You smile, leaning into his chest.

“I guess we better start with my next doctor’s appointment.” You murmur.

“As I told you, we can take it easy” he reassures you. You already went to the doctor quite recently; he wants to spoil you a bit before going off to your next checkup—or before your family win’s him to it, Naoya knows very well that your dad will want all of your attention now that he’ll have his first grandson, or daughter. Or niece/nephew for your siblings. “What about cravings? Have you gotten any?”

“No… I mean, maybe” you frown. “I just ate but I feel like I could still eat anything!”

“Whatever my princess wants” Naoya smiles. “Or princesses”

“Princesses?” you raise your eyebrows. “You think we’re going to have a daughter? Why do you think so?”

“A father just knows” he shrugs, you laugh.

“Seems like fatherhood fits you quite well, Naoya! You surprise me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he frowns.

“Oh, nothing—Ah, I know what I want, how about some pasta? From that Italian place you took me to a long time ago!”

“Don’t change the subject now, Y/N” he pressures. “What did you mean by that?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you giggle, Naoya smirks.

“Oh, you know very well what I mean!” Naoya doesn’t give you a moment to counter before he’s placing hands behind your legs and back, swiftly pulling you up afterwards.

“Naoya!” you gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders. “Put me down!”

“Nope, not until you tell me what you meant with that!”

“It was a joke! A joke!” You nervously laugh, more so when he begins to kiss your cheek. “Stop it! You’re—someone is going to see us!”

“Let them” he says, kissing you one more time. “Let them see how you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

And Naoya meant those words, whenever he uttered them, he always said them from the bottom of his heart.

Because from the moment he met you, to when he married you, and now… Naoya has consistently experienced what true happiness was and would do anything to make the woman of his dreams feel the same way.

Even if there were many preparations to do, many calls to make and names to choose—his utmost priority was making his wife happy, comfortable, loved. To give you what he promised you the day of your wedding: the world, the moon, and the stars.

And now, for their children too.

Could this be a predecessor to the twin daughters saga? perhaps...

[buckgasms]

I have an idea that ik you’ll EXECUTE PERFECTLY

Mafia!Bucky is in his office at home dealing with some kind of work and his princess comes in wanting to play, and when he gets a phone call she takes that as her opportunity to make him watch her 🙈🙈

✨Bestie✨

I once did a BDSM test thing online and I rated 100% brat and I was like "pffft that ain't me, I'm an angel" but, when you send me messages like this I think "yeah I get it now..."

Anyhooooooo 👀

Thank you for messaging me, you are perfect ❤️

Lookit him working so hard 🥹

So you're sitting outside Bucky's office, and you've been sitting there for twenty whole minutes!!! You poor baby!

You've been waiting for Bucky to stop talking on the phone which feels like it's been going on all morning! You fiddle with the skirt of your pretty lacy babydoll outfit and pout to yourself when you finally hear his voice say "Ok... Goodbye" and the phone clicks.

You scramble to your feet and tap on the door before walking straight in with a big smile on your face. His eyes brighten with a smile when he sees you, then slightly darken when he takes in your outfit.

"Hi Princess" he growls before patting his lap and you skip over to him and plant yourself down. "Hello" you say excitedly as you boop your nose against his. "Been waiting outside for aaaages Daddy" you pout as he rubs his hands over your thighs and squeezes.

"Oh I'm sorry princess... Shall I make it up to you?" He grins against your skin before capturing your lips in a kiss and adjusting you to grind on his thigh. You giggle between kisses and press yourself down a little. A soft 'ah' slips from your lips and he chuckles, pulling a strap off your shoulder and kissing your skin.

"Is my princess sensitive? You gonna come just like that babygirl?" You shake your head, not wanting that just yet. You waited all morning for this, you wanted to get the whole daddy treatment.

Just as you were telling Bucky this, his phone starts ringing. You whine again and have a little strop in his lap. "Hey, hey don't be like that baby" he says reaching for the phone, "I can still take care of my princess..." He chuckles as you climb off his lap and huff around the office as he takes his call.

It's not right you thought to yourself as he chatted to someone, eyes flicking to you every so often. You've been waiting so patiently, and sweetly and you look so pretty! How dare he answer that phone!

It was then you decided to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally. You plonked yourself down in the armchair on the other side of the desk. He smiled at you before taking a note on the pad in front of him and you smiled back sweetly.

You rolled your straps off your shoulders completely, and let your breasts free. His eyes immediately shot to you with a tense look on his face. You smiled again as your hands started playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between your fingers.

After teasing him like that for a bit you stood and dropped the rest of your clothing to the floor before sitting back in your chair. You giggled quietly as you watched him unzip his jeans and pull his cock out of his boxers. In fact you moaned quite loudly when you saw it, imagining how good it must taste and how heavy it would feel on your tongue.

You propped your feet up on his desk so he had a direct view of your glistening heat. He huffed out as your fingers spread your lips apart before assuring whoever was on the other end of the line that he was fine.

You didn't bother being as restrained, gasping and mewling as your fingers circled your clit before sinking into your needy hole. Your head felt heavy as you struggled to keep your focus on him, but you were satisfied watching him pump his dick in tandem with your own shaky hands.

"Daddyyyy" you whimpered as your orgasm danced just out of reach, unable to truly reach what you needed without his influence. He put his free hand over the receiver and whispered, "Faster babygirl..."

You nodded and pumped your fingers as fast as you could and your head fell backwards for a brief moment as your pretty moans filled the room. He clicked his fingers and mouthed, "eyes on me" which sent a pulse of pleasure and submission to your head and pussy. You could feel your hand drenched in slick, hear your pussy as you did your best to fuck yourself and keep your eyes on him.

You whined out at he growled on the other side of the desk. "Please daddy.... Please you do it" you begged him and he finally told the person on the phone, "let's talk tomorrow" before slamming the handset down.

You managed to launch yourself over the table, and wrap your arms around his neck before you both crashed your lips together in a crazy kiss. "Such a naughty girl" he growled before pushing you to lay back on the table. "Can't wait daddy...please" you begged as he rubbed his cock against your folds. "Its ok now baby... Daddy's gotcha...gonna take good care of my princess..."

You let out something between as gasp and a giggle as he sunk into you, filling you all the way to the brim. He groaned out long and deep as he bottomed out, before setting a hard and fast pace that made your whole body shake and the desk beneath you shudder.

His hands came to rest either side of your head and his face levelled with yours. "Y'know I'm gonna have to punish you for that don't you babygirl?" You nodded and giggled as your arms wrapped around his. He chuckled as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "but I cannot...fuck....I can't resist this perfect cunt princess.... Just takes me so damn well."

You wailed as he finally dragged you over the edge and squeezed him so tightly he let out a long groan of his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, trailing your fingers down his back before he pulled you up and back into his lap.

You sat there just recovering and nuzzling with him for a moment before you were met with a pair of steel blue eyes. You moaned and hid your face in his neck.

"I didn't mean it daddy" you giggled and finally met his gaze with your best puppy dog eyes, pressing your boobs against him and wiggling your bottom against his thigh.

"You think you're the first person to try and bargain your way outta punishment from me?" You giggled and cupped his bearded face in your soft hands. "Umm no, but I bet I'm the prettiest one..."

Even he can't help but laugh at that one....

[azsazz]

Mind Games

Chaol x Reader

Summary: Anon Request:  I want to pose seductively on his work desk while he frets about the important papers I’m lying on and annoy him until he doubts his sanity because he doesn’t understand why he’s into that

Warnings: Smut!

Word Count: 2,710

Notes: I'm not even sorry. I love him. 🤭

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“Move.” Is the first thing Chaol says when he enters his room and sees you lying across his desk like a cat stretched out in its favorite spot.

There’s nothing sweet about the way he says it. His brown eyes are sharp and his jaw twitches where it’s set in a harsh line. A direct order from the captain of the guard, from your Lord that you should obey, but don’t want to. There are important papers strewn beneath your body, organized in importance of when they needed to be read and responded to, and if you so much as shift or crumple one–

“Chaol,” you tsk, more than ready to play this little game of his. He can deny you left and right, until the sun's fires die out or the clocktower falls down, but he’s no match for your stubbornness. “I thought I might deliver you a message myself.”

Perhaps that’s why you keep coming around, why he gives into you more often than not. It’s a challenge that you both yearn for. You see each other for what you truly are.

“I said move,” he responds roughly. His strides are long as he makes his way closer, rounding the corner of his desk to stare down at you. His hand rests lazily on the hilt of his sword, though you know he’d never use the weapon against you, especially not when you’re splayed across the dark oak desk with hardly anything covering the parts he’s trying so hard not to peer down at. “And it’s Lord Chaol to you.”

“Lord,” you hum, liking the way it tastes on your tongue. You enjoy even more the way that those brown eyes spark, but his gaze doesn’t falter, not even as you drag a hand over your thigh, leering up at the man towering over you. “That sounds good, doesn’t it?” you ask, licking your lips as you watch Chaol work to swallow.

The hand on the hilt of his sword tightens, his teeth nearly cracking as he grinds them. “I have work to do,” he grits, but you’re eye level with his trousers, and his cock tells you otherwise.

“You work too much,” you pout, wanting to reach out and press your fingers against the softness of his shirt. The body beneath is packed with muscle, hours upon hours of honing his body to become Captain of the Guard. You’re well familiar with it.

“I have to,” a muscle in Chaol’s jaw twitches, his brown eyes flickering as he watches you.

“Well,” you smirk, spreading your legs wider for him, a languid smile curling at the corners of your mouth. “If you have to work, I can think of a few things you can help me with.”

Chaol doesn’t falter.

Gods, does he play this game well, but so do you, holding that simmering gaze as you trail your fingers up your body, watching for that moment like a hawk. 

Up and up and up your fingers graze across your pert nipples but Chaol offers you nothing more than a bored look. His stare is unwavering as you play with yourself. There’s no flicker of muscle in his jaw that means he’s grinding his teeth, trying to hold himself back. No twitch of the deeply calloused fingers trying to curl into fists before they find your body.

But you’re just as good at playing with him, stretching out long across his desk. Papers shift beneath you and you nearly knock off the quill still dipped into the pot of ink where he’d left it after receiving a hasty report you’d made up so you could sneak into his room clad in a sparse silk nightgown that leaves little to the imagination. 

He is understandably annoyed.

Slowly, you trace your way back down, fingers curling into the smooth fabric before you’re tugging it up just enough to show off the lace undergarment you’d recently purchased on your way back from rounds of the city, already wet with excitement for the Lord.

Your mouth parts in a slight gasp as you brush across your cunt and there. You spot the shift in his eyes, the flicker of chocolate gone molten.

You grin like a wolf.

It takes all of three seconds for Chaol to remove the scabbard from his hip, placing it down perfectly before he’s gripping your hips in strong hands and twisting you to face him as he gets to his knees.

You bite your lip but it doesn’t keep the smile off of your face. Chaol growls low at that look, the smugness in your eyes, and your cunt flares with fire at the pointed stare he’s giving you, letting you know that you’re about to get it.

He nips at the soft skin of your thighs with sharp teeth, eliciting a sharp yelp from you that does nothing to deter him from hooking your legs over his shoulders. 

Gods, does he look perfect like that. Silken hair dark and sticking up in places you know he’s run his own frustrated fingers through it, blazing eyes the color of smoldering coal as he looks down at you, still towering over you even when he’s on his knees for you. The width of his shoulders are a feat of their own, and his hands span across each of your thighs, fingertips pressing into the meat there to keep you still as you shift closer.

“The message,” he grumbles, but his eyes are on you no longer, instead watching with an intensenes that rushes through your body as he pulls the cloth covering your cunt to the side. 

You can feel his breath so close to the place you want it most. “What?” you blink, hardly able to focus as he inches closer and closer.

“You said you were to deliver me a message,” he answers, grip slackening as he tentatively licks at your glistening heat. Your hands find his hair immediately, urging him to continue with a whimper but the veins in his neck pop as he holds himself back. “I want you to read me the message while I taste you.”

His breath is hot against your core and your fingers shake as you remove them from his hair, searching blindly for the first piece of paper on his desk. There’s no message, it had been another ruse to get underneath his skin. Your fingers grasp desperately and you nearly tear the letter in half as he finally presses forward, devouring your sweet cunt like a drowning soldier.

The paper shakes in your grip as you hold it above you but with the way he’s licking at your clit and fucking into you with his tongue you’re unable to read, mind swirling and eyes rolling into your skull with pleasure. 

Your toes curl against his back and you arch as he sucks your sensitive bud, flickering his tongue against it in brutal, fervent motions. 

That familiar feeling is already coiling your gut, hot strokes of flames threatening to burst from your body as he works, your fingers tightening in his hair while your nails punch holes into the paper crumpled in your grip.

Just as you’re about to crest he halts and you curse, a whimper slipping from your lips that gives him the higher ground in this game for two.

“Well?” he asks, and you lift your head from the desk, staring down at him over your heaving chest. His lips are glistening with your wetness, eyes bright and the challenge there has you jerking your hand that’s buried in his hair.

The asshole doesn’t yield an inch.

Instead, a dark brow cocks, “Are you going to read it then?”

You swallow roughly but Chaol is unaffected by your glare, rubbing his thumbs in encouragement. The higher you raise the letter to read, the closer he moves back to your cunt.

But you’re a stubborn soldier, placing the paper between you and him so you don’t have to look at that smirk, those taunting brown eyes as he holds your ability to cum. 

You swallow roughly, breath hitching in your throat as his tongue dips between your legs as you speak. “This one is from Dorian,” you choke, and it’s desperate. Desperate because you need him to let you finish badly but also because you ache to gain the better hand in this game you’re both masters at.

“It says,” you answer his knowing pause of movement. “‘Lord Westfall, you should treat your companion with more respect, or I shall show you how a woman should truly be worshiped.’” It doesn’t say anything close to that, but his mouth feels so amazing against your heat that you can’t even make out the sprawling ink across the page. This one isn’t even from the King.

You yelp as Chaol nips your clit. Punishment for your lies. His calloused fingers dig into the meat of your thighs in warning but all it does is make you moan, make you writhe on his desk and grind your cunt against his tongue.

But it’s the wrong thing to say because he’s pulling away, tossing your legs from his shoulders as he stands. His body is tight with tension as he stares down at you, eyes gone dark. 

You open your mouth to say something, say anything, but there’s a light slap to your throbbing cunt that has you crying out and staying silent. Chaol’s gaze keeps you pinned and unmoving to the desk but instead of leaving you with less than an orgasm, he begins peeling off his clothes.

“You think Dorian can do better?” He grunts the question, revealing his glistening chest in the buttery light casting through the large windows. It makes your mouth dry and you ache to lean up and lap the beads from the corded muscle of his abdomen.

You stutter, still reeling from the lack of orgasm his deliciously soft tongue and calloused fingers had nearly pulled from you. Your body is vibrating with need, even more so when he strips you of your clothes and shoves his own pants over his cut hips as he fists his beading cock.

“No answer for that, huh, soldier?” Chaol snarls, guiding your thighs to wrap around his taut waist. He grimaces when he sees the papers beneath where you were lying as he adjusts you with ease, cock lining up to your cunt. They’re crumpled, stained, and the ink is spreading with the wetness that coats them. Ruined. Just like you’re about to be.

He takes his cock in hand, rubbing it through your slickness and the motion drives you mad. Close, he’s so fucking close to being inside of you, pressing you so hard into the desk that you leave an indentation in the wood. You need him, now.

Chaol seems to know that, too, the look in his eyes says so. And then he does.

“This is how this is going to work, soldier,” he growls, pressing into you in one long stroke. It makes your breath falter and your mind go dumb. Chaol rips your hands from where they’re trying to claw marks into the wood and guides them up over your breasts to squeeze. He then moves on up to your throat to cut off your air while the other glides down to your clit, his fingers pressing yours into the swollen bud. It makes you gasp and your legs shake.

“Please,” you beg. You need him to move his hips, pull that hot cock from inside you only to press in further. You need him to dominate you, press against you until you can’t even breathe, paint the walls of your cunt white with his cum.

“You’ll do as I say,” he only answers your plea, a shift of his hips has him moving but not enough.

“Chaol,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. The way he’s working you with your own fingers is incredible, a leader through and through. The feeling is almost otherworldly, but you need him pumping into you like he needs order. “Please!”

He leans over you and you can feel the cording of his muscle as his body presses flush to yours. His breath is hot in your ear as he nips the shell, hand trapped between the both of you but still working you in slow circles. “You hear me, soldier?”

“Yes, captain,” you respond desperately. Your nimble hands slip from his grasp before he has a chance to tighten his grip further. He growls but it wavers as you wrap your arms around his neck, sliding down his shoulders so your nails can dig into his back, a desperate attempt to urge him on. A harsh thrust has him moving but it’s a warning that has you correcting your mistake. “Lord,” you gasp, “Yes, Lord Westfall.”

He hums appreciatively, rewarding you with his lips the same time as he drags his hips from yours only to shove back in with unwavering certainly.

Your moan is lewd and he swallows it whole. You let him take control, no longer wanting to play this game now that you have him. He’s deep inside of you, broad body up against yours as he takes you on his desk, work forgotten.

His tongue dances with your own and his elbows brace either side of your head, biceps bulging as he digs his fingers into your hair, keeping you from being shoved up too far up his desk.

Chaol’s movements don’t falter. Each thrust of his hips is a godsend, a weapon all of its own, and you’ll gladly take it. It’s as if he knows your cunt is sparking with the beginnings of an orgasm because he’s pulling away from your soft lips and staring down at you through lust-lined eyes. “You want more, soldier?”

“Yes, Lord,” you answer immediately, moaning as he pistons his hips faster. He leans his weight onto one propped arm and you oogle the packed on muscle. His free hand snakes down your body, hooking beneath your knee to prop your leg up, effectively sinking into you further. It causes you to keen, scratching for purchase along the planes of his back.

“You want to cum, soldier?” His voice is as rough, a captain giving orders.

“Please, Chaol.” 

He dips down to taste his name on your lips with a domineering growl of his own. It makes your cunt clench around his hot cock, driving you nearer and nearer to your edge.

Chaol pulls away. His arm shakes like he physically has to use effort to pull himself from you. At his full height he takes you in, hair sprawled across his desk, fingers urgently trying to latch onto any of his skin that you can find. Your eyes drink him in just as he does you, the long lines of his hips cutting into abdominals that could put any man to shame. His rugged handsomeness that had you panting after him like some love-sick girl. And to be looked at the way he’s looking down at you, despite this thing between the both of you that neither of you will confront, you love it.

“Then cum,” he grunts his final order, one large hand coming to rest on your hip, the other…those calloused fingers find your clit and work you with the skill of a man trained for war. “Like the obedient soldier you are.”

You heed his command, stars blooming behind tightly shut eyes as he drags your orgasm from you. It wracks your body like a wave and Chaol’s fingers find your own, letting you hold on tight as he continues to thrust into you. 

He groans, the sight of you swallowed by your pleasure is everything he swore he’d never let himself have. You, the woman that threatens to turn him into some simpering man, panting for your love, you’re it for him. 

Chaol cums inside of you, a sound breaking from his throat that would embarrass him if he cared. But buried deep into your heat as he unleashes into you, he doesn’t give a single damn. 

He’d let you win this game any day, everyday, if it means that he can have you here like this instead.