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spencerreidsrightsock · 1 month ago

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“I’m not wearing anything.”

Not my pics. Credits to owners.

Summary: You text Spencer while he’s doing paperwork at the BAU, when he gets home he makes up for being gone.

TW! MDNI! Dom!spence, Dirty texts, fingering (f!rec), praise kink, p in v, unprotected penetration, creamp!e, fluff.

Pairing: Dom!Spencer x reader

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy. I’ve got a cold or flu or something and I’m not okay.

Spencer was at work, you were sitting on the couch mindlessly flipping through the television channels for something to distract you until Spencer comes home. He worked all the time and it’s been weeks since you’ve both been intimate together and it’s all thanks to his busy and grueling work schedule.

To say you were sexually frustrated was an understatement; and so was Spencer. He had been gone on case after case then worked back to back nearly everyday. You tried to please yourself but it wasn’t like having Spencer physically there with you, with his hands mindlessly roaming and raking over every inch of your body, praising you, and talking you through it.

You had tried and tried to please yourself, but it wasn’t the same.

After a failed attempt at trying to find a movie to distract yourself you grab up your phone. You immediately text Spencer, “I’m not wearing anything.” you hit the send button and smirk a bit.

Spencer is at work finishing up some paperwork from a case they just worked.

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and reaches in to grab it. He opens the message and immediately goes red. His eyes get darker and he feels his pants become slightly tighter.

He puts his phone back in his pocket and shuts the case file and slides it into his desk. He grabs his things and stands up, “Hey, uh, I have to go.” he says looking at everyone and waves them goodbye. He walks into the elevator and immediately clicks the ground floor button. Once the elevator stops he’s anxious for the doors to open and once they do he walks out them and straight to his car where he gets in and starts driving home to you.

Ten minutes later he arrives home, he unlocks the door and walks in. He throws his things down on the couch, “Y/n” he calls out. There’s no answer. He walks into your shared room and sees you lying on the bed totally naked.

He kicks his shoes off and walks to the bed beside you, and runs his hand over your cheek, “So beautiful” he hums out. You flash him a smile. He climbs onto the bed, both of his hands on either side of your body, as he hovers over you.

“Spence I missed you” you mutter out behind a smile. His hands begin to roam your body, he lets out a hum as he stares into your eyes, “Gonna make you feel good.” He says staring into your eyes.

He brings his hand up and slips it between your bodies and down to your heat. You let out a hum. “Oh Spencer,” you whine out. He slides a finger between your folds and you let a moan slip past your lips. “Hmm let me hear you pretty girl.” He growls out and slips a finger past your entrance.

You let out a moan and stare into his eyes. “So wet for me already.” He hums out as his fingers work inside of you, he slips in a second finger. “Missed you, needed you.” You whisper, barely able to form a coherent thought as his fingers thrust quickly inside of you.

You feel the pressure building in your stomach as you continue to moan out, your hands coming up to tangle in Spencer’s messy hair. “Cum on my fingers, y/n.” He whispers into your ear.

With that your legs begin to shake and you throw your head back, “Oh Spencer oh my god” you moan cumming on his fingers. He backs his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth as he sucks your cum from them, he lets out a hum, “God I missed your taste” he says as he stares into your eyes.

He sits up and rids himself of his shirt and slides his slacks, leaving only his boxers on. He intertwines his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slides them down, his cock springs up and his just below his belly button.

You stare at him and moan out, “Spencer I need you to fuck me so hard right now” you say to him. He looks at you and smiles, “I will baby, gonna make you feel good.” He growls in your ear.

He takes his cock in his hand and settles down with one hand beside you. He gently pushes his cock past your entrance, “Spencer” you moan out. He brings his eyes to yours, staring at you intently. “Missed you my beautiful girl, gonna show you how bad I missed you” he growls out.

He quickens his pace fucking into you so hard the bed frame slaps against the wall over, and over, and over again. “Feel so good around me, so tight,” he moans into your ear.

“Spencer I’m going to cum” you moan out. “Mmm so close for me baby, cum on my cock.” He whispers out, his breath becoming ragged. With two more trusts you’re screaming his name and cumming around him.

He thrusts in a few more times and stills inside of you reaching his high. You feel his ropes of cum shooting deep inside of you. “Oh Spencer that was amazing” you hum out, still breathless.

“You did so good for me” he says kissing your lips. “God I missed you like crazy” he finishes. You stare into his eyes and smile. “I missed you too Spencer” you say. He pulls out and collapses beside you and wraps his arms around your body so he can hold you close to him. In this very moment he never wants to leave your side again. He’d be perfectly content with staying like this right here, in the bedroom, holding you, until he takes his last breath.

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cheolhub · 2 years ago

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LAVENDER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐

summary. you really don’t want seungcheol to go to work, so you give him a million reasons to stay at home with you.

wc. 3.7k+

warnings. whew… dom!cheol, teasing, very needy f!reader, morning sex, f. masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of dirty talk, pussy drunk cheol <3 rough but very passionate sex, size kink if you squint, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names [pretty/sweet girl, baby, love] (im not sorry) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. happy birthday to cheolhub (not me, my account. she turns 1 today ^^) we will celebrate with a self indulgent fic. i was blinded by need for him one morning a while back and then BOOM, this was born. so here u guys go, i hope u enjoy. p.s. the title has nothing to do with the fic, stream lavender by dreamer boy :p

early mornings are the absolute worst for seungcheol. the tedious morning routine, watching the sun peek from the bleak, dark sky, and worst of all, parting from you. he hates leaving you before you can even form a coherent thought, body wracked with last night's sleep. he hates leaving you ‘cus you look so adorable while you’re drooling over your pillows, whining at him to get back in bed.

but this morning was different. normally, you’d be sound asleep by the time he had to leave, but you had been tossing and turning all night so by the time seungcheol’s alarm had gone off, you were well awake. you frown at him as he takes a deep sigh, forearm coming to rest on his forehead once he snoozes the alarm.

you scoot closer to him, snuggling into his side and wrapping an arm around his naked torso. he hums at your touch, “g’morning, baby,” his raspy voice sends a shiver up your spine.

“nothin’ good about this morning,” you mumble passively, pressing your face further into his side.

cheol raises an eyebrow. you sound too awake this morning. “did you sleep at all?” he pressed, noticing the lack of tiredness in your voice. the arm on his forehead comes down to wrap around your frame. he takes your vow of silence as a no and he whines cutely at you, “angel, why didn’t you wake me?”

“‘cus you had to wake up early, cheollie,” you pout. “and i didn’t wanna bug you.”

“you could do no such thing,” he defends, his hand rubbing your hip. “why couldn’t you sleep?”

you shrug, shyly. you could tell him about how you had imagined him fucking you all day yesterday and how you needed him horribly while he was at work, but your embarrassment keeps you from admitting your desperation.

but, cheol is smart. maybe a bit too smart. especially when it comes to you. he can read you like an open book, knows you like the back of his hand.

“aw, was my pretty baby horny?” he coos feeling the way you wordlessly nod your head into his side. “yeah?”

“yeah… missed you all day yesterday,” you murmur, pressing chaste kisses to his naked, warm skin. “ needed you so bad, but you seemed tired when you got home… ‘n, like i said, i didn’t wanna bug you, so,”

seungcheol shakes his head disapprovingly as he maneuvers his body to hover over yours. “what did i just say? you could never bug me, Y/N.” he reprimands and you pout once more. “tell me what you need, baby, hmm?” his voice drops an octave and you feel yourself melt to putty. “what does my pretty baby need?”

the sheer dominance that emits from his body has your insides churning in anticipation. “need you…” you can barely breathe out.

he chuckles, “yeah? ‘m right here, love.” the lilt to his voice signals he’s teasing and you let out a soft whine. “did you need anything else?”

“need you in me,” you exhale.

“that so?” he questions, raising his eyebrow, feigning awareness, “i dunno baby, doesn’t seem like you actually need me…”

you squirm under him, your panties soaking as his patronizing tone arouses you to no end. “please, i do,” you whimper. “i need you so bad, cheol, please.”

his breath hitches and his previous teasing manner suddenly vanishes. before he can say anything, though, his second alarm rings indicating he has to get ready. forreal this time.

you’re saddened at the thought of him leaving… it would be totally selfish of you to provoke him, right? especially so early in the morning while he should be getting ready for work…

but he did say that you could never bug him…

“cheollie,” you mumble. “can’t you call in for the morning? just go in a lil late?” you ask, hopeful.

the sigh that he lets slip his lips is one you know all too well. it’s a heavy sigh that comes right before he’s about to tell you something disappointing. something you don’t want to hear. “baby…”

you deflate before he says anything else, huffing out, “fine.” he smiles at the pout that etches into your lips but it’s quickly wiped off his face when you sulk out your next words, “guess i’m just gonna have to fuck myself all day while you’re gone.”

“huh…is that so, baby?” his soft tone is gone, replaced with one that makes you immediately submit to him. he leans into you, a sinister smile creeping back onto his face as thoughts roam through his mind. “yeah? gonna shove those pretty little fingers in your cunt and pretend it’s me making you feel good?”

you exhale sharply, gulping when you feel your throat dry up. “y-yeah.” your stutter doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, yet he plays along with your cute little game.

“guess that means i don’t have to make you cum this morning then, huh?”

you gasp, snapping your head back to look at him, eyes filled with regret. “what?! wait, no, no, i-i want–”

he cuts off your stuttering while wearing a faux pout, “what happened, baby? i thought you wanted to fuck yourself? i think you should go for it, you don’t need me.”

“no, cheol, i do– i’m sorry, i do need you.” you tell him feebly, a whine following your words.

he coos, “aw, really? then why don’t you show me, sweet girl.”

“but you’re gonna be late–”

“don’t worry about that, baby, just go ahead and touch yourself for me.”

you whimper, nodding your head. you hook your fingers into the elastic bands of your sleep shorts and wet panties, lifting your hips up to pull the thin pieces of fabric off your body. your heated core is now exposed to the cool air, chilling your feverish body the second it fans over your cunt.

seungcheol can see the way your pussy glistens with the soft light peeking in through the window. blood rushes straight to his cock and it throbs almost painfully under his loose shorts. he doesn’t feel like going all the way to work like this, nor does he want to be there with the thought of you touching yourself without him.

your hand trails down to your pussy, two of your fingers finding your clit. your eyes flutter close, shifting and getting comfortable on the bed before moving faster.

your eyes don’t need to be open to see him staring intently at you. you can feel his gaze burning holes into your skin and knowing he’s sitting on his knees above you…just watching makes you squirm a bit. adrenaline continues to pump through your veins, exciting you further.

your breath hitches and a soft, “fuck,” tumbles out of your mouth. your fingers pick up their pace, rubbing into the swollen bud with pure desire.

your lips tug up a bit when you hear your boyfriend’s shuddered exhale. you decide that— maybe— it’s your chance to put on a little show for him.

your free hand comes up to fondle your tits, squeezing the fat with vigor. you arch into both of your hands helplessly. your eyes screw together and your jaw goes slack as moans come out of your open mouth.

and, fuck, you bet you look so lewd to him. playing with your tits through your thin shirt and panting like a bitch in heat, all the while you're desperately grinding your hips for more.

and then you give him something he can’t deny. something he can’t ignore even if he wanted to.

“mmm, fuck,” you moan, fingers dipping down into your pulsing core. “fuck, ‘m so wet, cheol.”

when he doesn’t reply, your eyes crack open and shoot to stare at him. with your eyebrows knit together, you moan again, curling the fingers trapped between your warm, velvet walls. you speak as if he’s not inches away from you, as if you’re not staring directly at him while you fuck yourself with your fingers. “wish you’d just come ‘n fuck me, cheollie. wish my fingers were your cock so bad.”

the wet sounds of your fingers curling and scissoring inside of you fill the room and it’s driving him absolutely insane. heat begins to radiate off his body and he realizes he can’t take this much longer–

“need your fat cock to fill me up so bad–” you pant, eyes rolling to the back of your head, the sight of him disappearing and your vision fades to black. “need you to split me open, make me take it all.”

and you’re not that close– even though your fingers feel fucking amazing– but stretching the truth never hurt anyone, so you whine out, “m close.”

he finally cracks..

his hand spans over your tummy and his thumb finds your clit, circling the puffy bud faster than you could imagine, “so soon, baby?” he asks with a low voice, words heavy and dripping with sheer dominance. “you’re that horny? gonna cum after playing with your pretty pussy for five minutes?”

you weren’t close before, but the stimulation to your clit along with the fingers in your messy cunt and your hand on your breast have you tensing up. your tummy tightens and your brain goes a bit haywire, his vulgar words not helping the situation in the slightest.

“needy girl… so fuckin’ dirty.” he murmurs. “talkin’ about getting split open on my cock. need me to fuck you back to sleep, don’t you?”

you nod eagerly as his fingers work you faster, swiftly rubbing into you. he’s grinning at the way your movements are inconsistent, how you’re unable to keep your speed from faltering– your hand is probably cramping up inside of you.

his free hand catches your wrist, pulling your fingers out causing a mewl to erupt in the back of your throat, but before you have a chance to complain, his longer, thicker fingers are replacing yours. he’s mocking your actions, but he’s making it feel so much better as he stretches you further and hitting all your spots better than you were.

he hums, “you sure you can even take it? you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight—”

your eyes snap open again and you protest through a moan, essentially cutting him off, “i-i can! you know i can!”

a deep, dark chuckle reverberates through your room as he nods, “you’re right, huh? you always take me so well. my good girl.”

you really are going to cum now and seungcheol can feel it. you clamp around his fingers and your own curl around his wrist in attempts to ground yourself before your impending orgasm washes over you.

“is this really how you wanna cum before i’m off to work, baby?” another faux pout appears on his face. “you don’t wanna cum on my cock? don’t want me to cum with you?”

you cry, shaking your head incessantly, preparing to have pure bliss cruelly ripped away from you. “cock, want– fuck, cheol– i-i want your cock.”

his pout morphs into yet another devious smirk as he pulls both of his hands off of you, abandoning you to cry and mewl in disappointment. the orgasm bubbling up in the pit of your tummy quickly flees, dissolving into nothing and leaving you with a dull ache in your needy core.

seungcheol quickly strips his boxers off, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. he doesn’t need to with how wet you are, but he still lets a trail of spit coat his angry, red tip.

you’re still heaving, recovering from your loss of orgasm and seungcheol is very aware. he can see that you're heavily anticipating the feeling of his dick finally pressing into you, doing your best to be patient and he has to fight off the urge to tease you for being so desperate.

but, in all honesty, he’s doing no better than you. his hands eagerly find the backs of your thighs, spreading you open and then pushing them back till your knees knock against your chest. you gasp when you realize the position he’s put you in–

he’s really going to give it to you.

he slaps the heavy tip of his cock against your clit a few times causing your hips to jolt after every strike. he laughs quietly to himself, savoring the sight of you like this even though he knows he’ll have you like this again tonight and tomorrow and for the years to come. he’ll still burn the image of you before him into his brain every single time. you’re just too beautiful not to.

he runs his head through your drenched slit and you can’t resist the impatient groan that comes out of your mouth. “god, cheol, don’t tease. please.”

“you’re so cute when you’re worked up, though.”

“i’m a lot cuter with your dick inside of me,” you mumble, clenching around nothing as another flash of arousal courses through your body. “taking all of you.”

he can’t argue with that.

he finally trails down to your drooling hole, slowly and steadily pushing into you. daunting inch by inch. he lodges his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back an embarrassing moan over how incredibly tight you are.

he’s only a quarter of the way in and you’re almost in tears. the pain from the stretch is one you’ll never get used to, but you breathe through it. he guides you through it.

“good job, baby, just breathe. it’s gonna feel good, just relax.” he gets out with a strained voice as you let out an incoherent string of words.

you give him a broken nod and moan, doing your best to control your labored breathing and physically unclench.

he decides to just go halfway for the time being, gently thrusting in and out of your vice-like pussy till the pain subsides– till you’re able to take it all.

and it’s not long before said pain turns into fervor and immense pleasure.

“ch-cheol– oh, my god.” your words are something between a whine and mewl. “so big, oh my… fuck. you’re so big…”

he groans, cock twitching at the praise. he doesn’t mean to, but he fucks another inch (or two) into you, driving himself deeper into you. when you gasp at the intrusion, he swears he won’t be able to last long.

he moans out his words, breathy and a bit stuttered. “d-don’t say that… swear to god, you’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

you give him an airy laugh– though it quickly dies and turns into a whimper– and say, “you can give it to me.”

a growl bubbles in his chest at the implication of your words. before he moves, he asks, “you sure?” and when you give him a soft yes, he doesn’t hold back, the switch– the sanity switch– in his mind and body flipping off.

he grabs the back of your thighs for support before pushing the rest of himself inside of you in one go. his hips meet yours and it has your eyes rolling back, an array of mewls and moans bouncing off the walls of your room mixing with his loud groans.

he holds himself there for a second, but when you clamp around him tighter than before, he pulls his hips back and slams back into you. he repeats his actions, almost completely pulling out and pushing back in over and over till he gains a steady, consistent pace.

he’s in deep, the tip of his cock scraping against your sweet spot. he hits it persistently while spewing praises left and right.

“such a good girl. fuck, you’re so good, you know that?” he rambles, stars in his eyes as he watches your face contort and your body twitch at the sweet words. “feel so fuckin’ good, shit–”

you wish you could reply. give him back some praise about how his cock is fucking incredible, how he’s perfect, how he’s the most beautiful man ever, but the words escape you, as does your mind. instead, you tighten around him, velvety walls molding to the shape of him.

a guttural groan leaves him and he moves faster, forcing himself in and out, “not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

you do it again, clenching around him as he’s keeping up his impressive speed. “f-fill me up.”

“i fucking will,” he growls as if that were his plan all along. “but you’re gonna cum for me first.”

he discreetly snakes his hand between the two of you, hand splaying over your stomach as it did earlier except, this time, he’s pushing down and feeling himself inside of you. he groans at the sensation as his thumb catches your clit.

“cheol!” you gasp, shockwaves running through your body at the contact.

“come on, baby,” he coaxes in his sultry, breathy voice. “you can do it, can’t you? you can cum for me?”

you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, body becoming overstimulated at the onslaught of pleasure. your tummy tightens, just like before, and you feel the knot reforming with his deep strokes filling you to the brim and skillfully hitting your spot every time.

“y-yeah– fuck, yes,” you pant, eyes screwing shut and body arching. you squeeze him tight– so tight he’s scared you might not let him leave. every nerve ending in your body is tingling, electrified– you may have the best orgasm of your life at six in the fucking morning. “cheol– cheol! cheol, i–” you sob, each version of his name getting louder and more incomprehensible than the last.

looking at you, he thinks he’s in heaven. or maybe he’s in hell because his cock is twitching uncontrollably and he’s just barely hanging on. a pretty whine– one that he finds a bit embarrassing– escapes him before his wavered voice says, “fuck, i got you, baby. cum for me. cum all over my cock like the pretty girl you are.”

your body jerks and vision goes white at his command. the knot in your belly unravels rather quickly and you persuasively drench his length in your syrupy arousal. a silent scream leaves your mouth and you’re squirming under him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm before your entire body goes lax.

you whine out little, mindless babbles, begging him to cum while he picks up his pace, fucking into your near lifeless body with so much vigor.

“gonna let me fill this pretty pussy, huh?” he grits through his teeth, pulling his hand from your tummy in favor of putting it on the back of your thigh again. he pins your legs to your chest with a sense of urgency, nearly folding you in half. “tell me how bad you wanna get fucked full of my cum, baby.”

you shudder at the thought of him pumping you full. you nod dumbly, “p-please, cheol. wanna feel it inside of me so bad.”

“yeah?”

“fuck yes,”

he groans, his nails digging into your flesh. if he wasn’t close before, he’s going to fucking explode now.

his hips stutter, thrusts growing sloppy before he stills with his tip nestled at your hilt. his abs contract and he twitches and pulses in between your walls. a soft cry of your name falls from his plush lips right as he shoots ribbons of warm cum deep into your cunt.

the warmth of his cum causes a wanton moan to escape you. there’s so much of it that it’s hard to keep it inside of you. so much that it ends up spilling and dribbling out of your hole as he slowly pulls out.

he watches in awe, dick twitching in excitement at the sight. he shakily exhales, holding himself back from shoving it into you again.

you’re so sore. coming down from your euphoric high, you let your legs down, stretching them out due to the strenuous position, and try to regulate your breathing.

a few minutes pass and you finally feel like your heart rate is back to normal. you still feel his load slipping out of you, so your hand comes down to your messy pussy, swiping up some of his seed and bringing your fingers to your lips.

seungcheol groans at the moan you let out at the taste of your mixed cum. “you’re such a tease.” he mutters, hands soothing over your body.

you pull your fingers out of your mouth and smile lazily at him. “we’re meant to be then.”

he cracks a wide grin, “we are, huh?”

“very.” you nod.

he leans down, whispering a soft i love you and pecking your lips. right before you can wrap your arms around him and tangle up with him again, he moves away.

you groan in annoyance, “you’re not still going to work are you? after that?!”

“baby,” he laughs. “i’m already gonna be late. i have to clean you up and then get ready.”

“noooo, stay with me.” you whine making grab hands at him. “we could have so much more fun here. for example, i could suck you off.” you say in joking matter though you have never been more serious in your entire life. “orrrr, we can do some of the things you’ve always wanted to try.” you whisper, a taunting smile on your face.

he gasps, face flushing, “baby, don’t play.” he shakes his head, pushing his dirty thoughts to the back of his head. “while the offer sounds tempting–”

“just today, cheol,” you plead, a pout on your face. “for me? please? just don’t wanna be away from you.”

he wishes that you weren’t so persuasive, but, unfortunately for him, you are. he can’t resist the pouts or the pleading eyes or how cute you are when you’re clingy. an exasperated sigh slips his lips. he’s going to have to play catch-up tomorrow, but the idea of spending the day with you instead makes it seem worth it.

“fine, i’ll give them a call. tell them i’m sick or something.” he says, a smile playing onto his lips. “just for you. just for today.”

“yay!” you cheer, sitting up on your messy bed sheets. “round 2 in the shower? then maybe we can work through your bucket list.”

“you are literally insatiable.” he scoffs as if he isn’t pulling your arms to get you out of the bed.

“seems like you’re way ahead of me.”

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masonmtxo · 9 months ago

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Insatiable

Summary: Y/N teasing Mason relentlessly while his barber does his hair

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: this is sorta filthy without there being any actual smut?

Note: this is a result of my brain going into meltdown when the picture of Mase with a marked neck from the barbers gown was posted 🫣 please please leave feedback, it really means the world 🩷

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Mason groaned loudly in your ear as he released into you, instantly dropping his head into the crook of your neck, the weight of his body pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he relaxed into you. You giggled softly, gently raking your fingers through his hair as he came down from his orgasm that had him near enough trembling against you. He had been so pent up, the post orgasm come down had hit him hard so you gave him a moment, knowing full well he wouldn't form a coherent sentence for several minutes after the event.

Once his breathing had finally slowed you gently tugged on his locks, encouraging him to lift his head and look at you, needing to see his face after the intensity of what you had just done, "you okay?”

He nodded, eyes still bleary, lips red and swollen, a pretty grin adorning them at the sight of your equally as flushed face, "yeah, just needed a minute."

You smirked at him, loving the way you could work him into such a state of sexual bliss he was rendered speechless. He had been away for a few nights with the team for a match in Italy, making him extra needy for you when he stepped through the front door. You hadn't even made it upstairs before you had him whining for you, on your knees taking your time to swallow him down your throat until he came. Your escapades had continued throughout the house, ending with him pounding into you on your shared bed after giving each other multiple orgasms throughout the early afternoon.

You checked the clock on the nightstand beside you, eyes bulging at the sight, "fuck Mase, it's nearly half 4 already!"

He didn't lift his head from where he had burrowing back into you, letting out a short laugh, "Jesus, I got home at 1."

"Nearly 3 and a half hours, that ridiculous," you couldn't help but chuckle with him, "think that's a new record."

His head lifted from your chest so he could look at you, the sight of his disheveled hair making your heart jump with love for him, knowing nobody else got to see him this way.

"Dunno, I reckon when I got back from the world cup we must have been going at it for longer,” his smirk made you twitch, instantly floating back to the night you shared after being separated for weeks. He had been relentless, his head between your legs bring you to more consecutive orgasms than you thought was humanly possible, before fucking into your overstimulated body for multiple rounds that had you screaming.

You both fell silent, enjoying the peacefulness of just being with each other, your bodies aching in the most perfect way. You couldn't help but stare at his soft features, heart expanding with even more love that you thought possible as you admired his pretty face, wanting more than anything to kiss over the freckles dotted across his flushed cheeks but you stopped yourself, not wanting to disturb him as his eyes fluttered shut again, feeling your eyes closed and head lull back as you joined him for a late afternoon snooze.

The sound of your doorbell had you both jumping upright in an instant, Mason exclaiming a loud "shit!" Before springing up out of bed and grabbing the black gym shorts he had thrown to the ground an hour earlier in his haste to get you into bed.

You couldn't help but giggle as you watched him hopping to the door, naked arse on show as he scrambled to get the shorts up his legs, still not fully situated on his hips when he darted out the bedroom door.

He was gone in a flash, no further explanation as to who was at your door but you figured you may as well follow, curiosity getting the better of you, pulling on Mason's large t-shirt.

It wasn't until you were midway down the staircase that you noticed it, too late to say anything as Mason had already pulled the door open, his barber, Adam, standing on the other side of the threshold. Your eyes fixed on his muscled back, long red scratches littering the expanse of it. They weren't deep by any means, caused only by your fingernails in desperation to grab hold of him in any way you could.

Though the worst marks were left across the back of his neck, inches above the tattoo you loved to trace over with your lips when you cuddled him from behind, caused by what you could only presume was the chain of his necklace that you had pulled tight around his neck as he fucked into you. The angry red indents stood out against the soft, pale skin of his neck, making you cringe as they were far from unnoticeable.

You winced as he turned to guide Adam into the house, watching as his eyes landed on the recognisable marks on Mason's back, causing his lips to twitch into a slight smirk. In a moment of horror, you felt his eyes flick to yours, noticing the way you stood frozen on the staircase in only a T-shirt, cheeks burning as you had unmistakably been caught red handed.

Offering a quick wave, you spun on the spot and ran back up the stairs, extremely conscious of the fact you hadn't cleaned yourself up yet and could still feel Mason's cum between your thighs.

You let out another squeak of horror as you slipped into the bathroom and caught sight of your appearance in the mirror, kicking yourself for even following him out the room when you weren't even remotely presentable for anyone at the door. Everything about your reflection screamed 'I've just been relentlessly fucked for the past few hours’ making yourself cringe more than you already were.

After cleaning yourself up, you quickly stripped your bed of the sweaty, stained bedsheets, the smell of sex in your bedroom slowly disappearing as the candle you lit began to burn.

Grabbing a hoodie of Mason's and a pair of knickers, you made yourself at least decent, attempting to tame your hair with a brush. You were observing your reflection in the mirror when you heard the bedroom door open, your shirtless boyfriend appearing in the doorway.

"Baby, what the fuck have you done to my back," he smirked, spinning so you could have a clear view, "I just clocked it in the mirror as I was coming upstairs."

"Oopsy?" You offered, shrugging at him with a cheeky grin, knowing full well he loved it when you marked him up in bed, loving it when you were so desperate for him you would frantically scrape at his back and bite down on his shoulder.

"I'm guessing Adam's already noticed," he laughed as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck and pecking your cheek affectionately.

You stood up from your dressing table and cuddled into him, nodding into his neck, "judging by the look on his face when he followed you in, he's well aware of what we just got up to."

Mason couldn't help but let out another laugh, unbothered by the fact his barber had just caught him post-fuck, he was never ashamed of anyone knowing what the pair of you get up to when your alone, bar his parents. Poor Woody had been victim to your antics on multiple occasions when he stayed over. You learnt early on in your relationship that Mason had no shame when it came to sex, and for the most part, neither did you, the teasing in the kitchen from his best mate the next day about your noise levels never bothering you. But something about his barber knowing made you cringe internally.

"Why are you up here anyway?"

He gestured down to his crotch, his half hard dick prominent in his tight shorts which did nothing to cover up what he was packing, "I need to put some boxers on before I give Adam another eyeful."

You watched as he stepped away and pulled the shorts down, eyes not moving away from his naked body as he stood completely exposed. He smirked down at you, enjoying the way you reacted to the sight, pulling you back up against his body, "you're insatiable, been fucking you silly for hours and you're still dribbling at the sight of my cock."

"You did that on purpose to work me up," you whined, closing the gap between you again, hand skimming down his chest in an attempt to grab at his length, but he stopped you, holding you wrist in his and stopping it from traveling any further.

"Behave," the firmness of his voice made you shiver in anticipation, "and once he's gone I might give you what you want."

He raised his eyebrows at you as you whined, pouted lips and screwed up nose making him smirk in amusement at how bratty you could be when you weren't getting what you wanted. He stepped away and around your body, grabbing a pair of boxers from his draw before slipping them up his narrow hips.

He turned to see you still boggling at his exposed body, eyes hazed over, "can you stop staring at me like a piece of meat and give me my shorts," he teased, gesturing the material on the floor by your feet.

Reluctantly, you picked them from the floor and tossed them towards him, sticking your tongue out childishly as he smirked.

Mason pulled up his shorts slowly, hand dipping into the waistband to 'adjust' himself in a way you know was purposefully to wind you up even more, “come down with me?," he asked sweetly, a complete 180 from the teasing tone he had taken on before, "I want to go shorter but need your opinion."

"Fine, let me just grab some joggers," you turned to walk away, stopping when you felt his hand grab hold of your hip.

He smirked, "don't bother, he's already seen you without, and I like the view."

Rolling your eyes, you allowed him to take your hand in his, reluctantly following him downstairs.

You weren't stupid, he never usually consulted you for haircuts, you knew he wanted to watch you squirm in front of Adam, sensing your embarrassment at the situation a mile off. But you refused to let him get to you, determined to make him as flustered as he was attempting to make you.

Adam had already set his kit up along the kitchen island, pulling a chair out from under the counter when you walked in, throwing you a polite smile when he noticed Mason had you in tow.

Situating yourself on the sofa across the room as you watched your boyfriend discuss the style he wanted, you couldn't help but admire his side profile, quickly turning away when he caught you staring, a smirk pulling across his pretty lips. You knew this game was fruitless, his ability to get you flustered with just a look was enough to make you hand him the win. But you were determined to at least make him squirm a bit.

The TV was already switched on the sport channel, some form of golf competition showing on the screen. You didn't bother looking for the remote to change it, knowing you wouldn't pay attention to whatever you flicked onto.

You pretended to be disinterested in the men's presence, not joining in their chit chat as Adam got to work. Eyes following the screen, but mind running wild of how Mason would look dressed in some of the outfits worn by the professional golfers, seeing a particularly cute jumper you thought you'd buy for him before he next went golfing with his mates.

"Don't I know it mate, y/n is a nightmare." Your ears pricked at the sound of your name, brows creasing at Mason's choice of words, your head twisting to glare at him. You knew it was intentional the second you caught the teasing look in his eye, he had wanted to pull your focus back onto him.

Refusing to back down, you bit back, "and how am I a nightmare, do tell Mase?”

"Adam was just saying how his missus made them half an hour late to dinner last night, I was saying you're the same," he responded, "takes you about 10 years to settle on an outfit."

"Not sure about that Mason, since I don't even remember the last time you took me out for dinner," you knew it was a low blow and not even remotely true, he had wined and dined you not even a week ago, before he had gone away.

But he picked up on your challenge, instantly clocking on to your attempt to bait him, "don't be such a spoilt brat baby, l'm a busy man."

"Yeah, too busy for me apparently," you whined, spotting the remote sitting on the other side of the sofa, the clogs in your brain spinning as you thought of a way to rile him up further.

Watching out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Adam move to his front, focusing on scissoring through Mason's quiff. Taking the opportunity, you quickly cleared your throat to make sure you had his attention before getting onto your knees and stretching across the seat for the remote, arse stuck in the air. Glancing over your shoulder you noticed your boyfriend's expression drop, the teasing look from before now long gone, replaced by what you can only describe as panic.

You couldn't help but giggle quietly, giving your arse a quick wiggle as you purposely pulled the jumper over your hips to give him an even more explicit view, a lacy red thong the only thing stopping you from being entirely on display.

Not wanting to get caught, you quickly sat back on your heels, grabbing the remote before looking back over, Mason’s eyes still fixated on your every move. Adam was still messing around with his fringe, combing it and tidying it up repeatedly.

You werent sure what came over you, but you quickly dropping back onto your elbows with your back arched, forcing you bum are far out as you could and gyrating your hips in the air the way you do when you are silently begging him to hurry up and fuck you from behind.

His sharp intake of breath had you tensing, hoping Adam wouldn't catch on to the tension building in the room, but you breathed out when you heard him start humming, too focused on his job to pay you any mind.

With one final moment of bravery, this teasing side of you not one that came out often, you found your hand trailing up your body, firmly grabbing over your bum to grope it in a way you knew Mason would be itching to in that moment. And without a second thought, you grab onto your panties, quickly yanking them to the side and giving Mason a clear view of your dripping pussy.

“Enough.” He spat, making you drop back to the sofa instantly with a gleeful giggle, Adam stopping what he was doing and giving Mason a puzzled look.

“Sorry mate, I dunno why it came out like that,” Mason rushed out as he realised his barber assumed he was talking to him, none the wiser to your antics, “I just think that’s probably enough length off the top.”

Adam laughed lightly, still visibly confused but feeding into Mason’s cover, “no problem bro, I’ll just tidy up your beard then you’ll be done. Want it like usual?”

“Yes, ple…”

You cut him off, leaning on the arm of the sofa, jumper now covering your decency, “don’t take any length off, just tidy it up.”

Adam turned back to Mason with a questioning look, your boyfriend watching as you smiled at him sweetly.

“You happy with that Mase?”

“Yeah bro, whatever the missus wants I guess,” he shrugged, knowing you loved him with longer facial hair and wanting Adam out the door as quickly as possible.

Sitting back on the sofa as Adam started asking about his plans for the summer once the season was over, you grabbed the remote to pass the time until he was finally done.

•••

"All finished mate," you heard Adam say at last, glancing over to see him unclipping the cloak from Mason's neck, not missing the way his lips curved into a small smirk as the evidence of your antics on his neck was uncovered. The harsh red marks looking even more prominent than before.

"I won't take a picture to post on socials this time... you know..because of…” Adam gestures to his neck, Mason's face dropping into a smirk as he clocked onto what his barber meant.

"Yeah sorry about that mate, she gets a bit carried away sometimes," he chuckles, both sets of their eyes darting to you as you continued to flick through the channels, pretending to ignore their conversation to save you any further embarrassment.

You stayed put as Adam quickly cleared his equipment, making small talk with Mason about the upcoming match before throwing a quick bye to you and heading to the door, Mason in tow to see him out.

"Cheers bro, see you in a few weeks." Mason's voice was followed by what sounded like claps on the back as they embraced, the door finally clicking shut as silence fell through the house and your stomach clenched with anticipation.

You heard his feet quickly making their way back to you in the lounge, his voice sharp but you knew he wasn't actually annoyed, frustrated and horny, but not annoyed, "you're a little shit, you know that right?"

“What did I do?” You smiled coyly, reaching for him as he made his way over to you. He dropped himself over your body, hoisting your legs around his waist as he pressed his hard crotch into yours, absentmindedly beginning to thrust his hips against you.

“You know exactly what you did, my dick popped up so fucking quick I dunno how Adam didn’t spot it,” he laughed inbetween lazy kisses against you mouth.

You couldn't help but blush, shocked at your own actions, but secretly happy to have gotten him so worked up he seemingly was ready to go for another round without much convincing. “He probably did, just didn't want to mention you getting hard at the sight of him doing your hair,” you teased with a bubble of laughter at his misfortune.

Mason rolled his eyes, burying his face in your neck, “little did he know my brat of a girlfriend was humping the air and flashing me behind him.”

Pulling him up for another kiss, you both smiled into eachothers mouths, messily making out like teenagers.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” he whispered, lips trailing down your neck in a way that had goosebumps prickling across your skin.

"There's no sheets on the bed, they were filthy after this afternoon's session,” you moaned, pulling at his hair.

"Right here on the sofa it is then,” he smirked.

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corawithfanfiction · 3 months ago

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Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!Reader

(Kraven the Hunter, Request)

My Materialist

warnings: nudity, self-gratification, foreplay, masturbation, intimidation, oral intercourse, dirty tongue.

Summury: When you take a shower after a tiring day, Sergei comes back home to surprise you.

1634 Word

At Nova's (@novaawayne) request, I hope you like it, sweetie.

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Sergei had been away for a long time. He had business as usual. You never questioned much. Somewhere you knew the answers, but you also knew it was better not to ask. You thought a hot shower would loosen you up and help you fall asleep faster as the longing seeped into every fiber of your being.

You turned off the lights in your penthouse apartment, small but with enough space for you. You light one or two candles to create a calmer atmosphere and escape the tiredness of the day. The smell of the candles instantly permeated the small apartment and the dim light lulled you into a little bit of a stupor.

You get rid of your clothes and turn the water to the ideal temperature. Finally, before entering the shower, you found one of your favorite playlists on your phone and turned it on. You let the sound of the music diffuse into the environment just like the scent of the candles. When the water was warm enough, you got in and let the tiredness of the day wash away. Once you were satisfied that you were sufficiently soaked, you lathered yourself up. You let the vanilla and cinnamon flavored shower gel envelop your entire body. You tried to console yourself with the thought that Sergei had touched you wherever the lather reached.

You continued to cover yourself in bubbles until the thoughts became more and more desperate, until the longing filled your whole soul and reached your core. Desperate, you slid your hand down your body and began to rub yourself with your fingers. You accelerated your movements as the pressure became insufficient. Finally you gave up when a moan of frustration escaped your lips. You used to be able to satisfy yourself. Then you met him and all the things he could do to your body. After Sergei, nothing could ever replace him.

You took a deep breath and decided to sleep tonight in disappointment. You rinsed your whole body one last time with warm water and turned off the water. You decided that the best thing to do was to wrap yourself in a bathrobe and spend a girly girl night in bed watching 'Sex and the City'

As soon as you opened the shower door and stepped out, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. As your scream escaped your lips at the powerful sensation, your body betrayed you by the familiar warmth and instantly began to relax. You stopped screaming at the sound of laughter behind you and the warmth of breath on the back of your neck. A pair of full lips pressed a faint kiss to his neck.

“I'm sorry to scare you, my love, but I miss you so much.”

As soon as you heard Sergei's voice, you left his arms and immediately turned around to meet his eyes. Your breathing became ragged as you felt his blue eyes on you again. Your eyes welled up and you didn't want him to see you like this, so you wrapped your hands around his neck and buried your face in his strong body.

"Hey севгилим, won't you let me see your beautiful eyes?”

You let out a deep sigh, still holding on to Sergei's strong grip. You buried your face in his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat brought you back to peace. “Cевгилим, I heard the moans coming out of your beautiful little mouth.” She sighed with disappointment. “Were you touching yourself while I was gone…” Shaking her head no, you pulled back to meet your eyes.

“Sergei…”, your heart, filled with longing and need, couldn't form a coherent sentence. More like a whimper escaped your lips. “Y/N, севгилим,” he took a deep breath and re-established eye contact. “We talked about this.” He moistened his lips with his tongue, as if he couldn't decide exactly what to say or do. “We agreed that you would wait for me, didn't we?” His voice was not angry or resentful. Every word came out of his lips with great care. You nodded quickly in agreement. “I miss you, I know…” he interrupted with urgency. You were in no position to continue explaining yourself when his tongue slid into your mouth.

Finally he pulled back to let you breathe. After his eyes lingered on your lips for a while longer, he made eye contact again. “I know, I know, my dear.” He leaned in again for a small kiss. Then he continued. “But I thought we agreed on this, no self-pleasuring without me.” He waited a moment to make sure you could understand his words. “And there must be some punishment for breaking the forbidden, right?”

You gasped with excitement and anticipation. Your heartbeat quickened. “Anyway, I couldn't do it without you, these,” waving his fingers in the air, ”were a disappointment.” He couldn't hold back his laughter at your words. “I missed you, Sergei,” you said, leaning in closer after accompanying his laughter.

He knew it, but your confession reawakened more primal feelings in him. His breathing changed for an instant. You could feel the intensity in their flow towards you, as evidenced by the amber color of their eyes. You could bring out the animal in Sergei. And you were always proud of it. The so-called “hunter” turned into a lion when he was with you. Your lion.

"Y/N" Sergei made a sound mixed with a growl. He could feel his hands trembling. He could feel the tiny ants moving in his stomach.

Finally, he took a few steps back and leaned himself against the sink. With his hand he pulled you towards him. Step by step you let the towel you were wrapped in slip from your body as you approached him.

Sergei held his breath, watching your skin being exposed second by second. He was mesmerized by your perky breasts, which were not too small.

A mischievous smile appeared on your face as your towel fell completely to the floor. “Should I be afraid, Mr. Kravinoff?” you asked coyly when Sergei gave a grunt mixed with a growl.

Sergei leaned down and kissed your lips. “Maybe you should be a little scared.”

When Sergei was about to pull back, you put your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you. Both of you were making unexpected moves at an unexpected moment.

Your hands ran through your lover's hair while one of his hands had already found his chest.

Sergei pulled back and this time began to run his lips over the fully exposed breasts. At first he ran his lips over the beginning of the breasts, where they began to rise slightly. Then, when this was too little, he supported your breasts from below with his hands and raised the tips higher.

He wasted no time in cupping the tips of her breasts with his lips as his eyes glowed with the pink he saw on your nipples.

His eyes glowed with the pinkness he saw at the tips of her breasts and he wasted no time in grasping the nipples with his lips. You were trying to stop your moans with Sergei's every movement. Your biggest moan came when Sergei crushed your nipples with his teeth. “Shh, beautiful, you have to be quiet, we don't want to wake the neighbors.” You had no idea how to be calm and quiet. Sergei was all over you.

Sergei's fingers moved to your waist. His lips trailed warm kisses down to your crotch.

He stepped back for a few seconds as if he wanted to memorize every detail of her body. And he studied every inch of her eyes. It wasn't the first time you were naked in front of him. But you blushed every time he looked at you like that. Finally, he decided that he had examined you enough and said “okay, it's time for us to be equal” and took off first his t-shirt and then his boxers and pants.

When he leaned in to kiss you, you pulled back. When he looked at you confused, you bent down. As he looked at you with disbelieving eyes, you moistened your lips with your tongue and reached for your favorite dessert. Sergi's eyes had both pride and disbelief in them, but it didn't last a minute. He was already saying something incoherent as you started to lick your man.

"Oh, there's a good fuckin' girl," he groaned, collecting whatever hair he could in a makeshift ponytail; looking down his nose to watch you. His cock was overwhelming, but you were determined to earn the pleasure he would surely bring; mouthing around his cockhead, using one hand to pump what didn't fit, the other alternating between holding his hairy thigh for balance and cradling his balls.

A few times, you held his eyes with yours as you removed his cock with a pop; licking his shaft up and down like it was a popsicle on the Fourth of July. His jaw would clench each time, sputtering his breath. His veins were pulsing, prominent under the skin; making your cunt contract as his throat bobbed as he swallowed harshly, groaning.

“Come here before I lose my mind,” he said, pulling you to your feet.

He chuckled and reached down to help you up, instantly searing you in a wet, messy kiss as he backed you into the sink counter; tasting himself on your tongue. It was erotic, something you were vastly not used to - no man ever being okay with you kissing them after having their dicks in your mouth.

Except your wild lion.

And you knew that your lion was hungry and this was just a preparation for dinner.

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endereies · 3 months ago

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BREAK UP DRUG - MS - PART 2

No Nut November - Day 23

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ When you stay over at the triplet's house, you confront Matt

Part 1

“He what.” You were sat down in between Nick and Chris, tears forming in your eyes anytime you uttered his name.

“He didn’t even say why! Just that he couldn’t tell me. Did I do something?” Solemn gasps pass your lips as you begin to sob once more. It didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Skin had been scratched on your wrists, a sign of the failed grasp you had on him. It was just too much now.

The brothers gave a knowing glance to each other while you sniffled into your jumper. For the first time in months, it wasn’t Matt’s.

“D-do either of you know why…?” The look on your face shattered them, of course they knew why, but like Matt, they couldn’t tell you. “I’m sorry, we have no idea, we can try and talk with him?”

Nick’s voice was promising, a chance to get an explanation, anything. That was enough for now. Chris quickly got up to grab some tissues and chocolate he had stored in the fridge and handed it to you. With gratitude, you smiled up at him. Your voice couldn’t be trusted to be coherent.

Eventually, you fell silent, laying against the cushions of the couch. Sniffles grew quiet and you just stared at nothing. Chris and Nick were alongside you the entire time but they knew you needed space.

“Hey…kid? Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Soft eyes looked up to Nick as he offered you a safe space. “Shouldn’t I get home, what about Matt?”

“He said he was busy tonight, but it is up to you.”

The nails of your fingers protruded the underneath of others as you came to a decision. It was like part of you wanted to leave this place and never come back, but it was all you knew. Your home felt a little too empty, too quiet. “Yes please…”

“Alright, you know where everything is, I’ll see you in the morning.” The triplet just looked at you pitifully, not envying you situations.

Hours flew by and by surprise, you fell asleep. The comfort in familiarity brought you to ease. Until voices woke you up.

“Are you fucking serious, Matt! You love that girl. You didn’t think to talk to either of us about it?” It was Chris, angry. Matt’s name sobered your thoughts, and you sat up quickly. Surely you were still dreaming…

Nick lied peacefully beside you, his glasses shining against the hallway light. It fell silent until Matt spoke up.

“Of course I love her, do you think I fucking stopped? I was prepared to do anything for her, so I did.” He didn’t sound like himself, it was sharper.

“So, you thought that shoving her away and into the dark was the best choice?”

“It was either that or Arlo would do some shit, he knows about her Chris. I let the relationship get into my head and I’ve jeopardised her safety.” It was obvious it was about you, one thing that Matt wasn’t was disloyal.

“You chose your little drug group over her; do you know how pathetic that is.”

That made your chest ache. Drugs? He was always clean; he never gave you a reason to think otherwise. Matt was always so adamant about not letting you near them. Maybe it was because he knew what it did to people first hand.

“That is one of our only incomes, but that’s not the point.” The voices grew louder as you grew closer.

“Then what is! Tell me Matt, because I have spent the past three hours consoling her because of you.” Matt stammered before responding.

“She is! Y/n is the point, if she was kept near me, she’d become a target, you know what they are like. If they find out that she is the reason why I’ve fucked up so many times… I don’t want her hurt.”

You now stood at the entrance of the kitchen, staring at the two brothers. Chris was pissed, and disappointed. Although that was easy to tell by their voices. Matt had a stray tear fall down his cheek. You never saw him sad, not around you at least. Was there a reason?

“Matt?”

Both the boys perked up at your voice. Chris was more stunned than Matt was, he smiled at you before walking out the room, grabbing a stray can of Pepsi as he left. Matt just looked at you, so gently. Why did he have to look at you like that?

“Drugs? What is going on, am I finally going to get any information from you.” You didn’t want to cry, but his own tears made your body choke up.

“Baby… I-“ The nickname didn’t even shock you; you were too attached to throw that away.

“I don’t want lies, Matt”

“I ended things…to keep you safe, protected.” He watched your eyes, how they were expectant for more before he gave in and spoke again. “Yes, drugs. It’s so stupid, I know. But it’s income. I swear on my life I’ve never touched them, I don’t use, baby.” His voice quivered and it broke you, the tears visible on your faces from the light above.

“Protect me? Matt, you hurt me.”

“Y/n, let me explain. I sell drugs, with a few other people. I hadn’t meant to but my had revolved so much around you that I started fucking up my job. It was my last chance to pick between you or my work. I chose my work to keep you safe. They know all about you, they can hurt you, you don’t understand.” He rambled continuously, spewing words at me. Both his hands talked with him, and it was almost hard to keep up.

“You didn’t mean to revolve around me? What am I, some sort of side piece to you?” He hadn’t meant it that way, you both knew it but it was just so hard to understand each other.

“No wait- I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Don’t Matt. I- I’m not in the mood.” Walking away felt the same as before, as cold at least. You left him again in the dark, alone.

Just as last time.

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shinebyeoli · 3 months ago

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Do you do requests? If so may I have a Yeosang x Reader smut?

YOU’RE MINE NOW

☆PAIRING: fathers friend! Yeosang x fem! Reader

☆GENRE: smut, fluff a the end

☆WARNINGS: age gap (7 years), fathers friend, degration, praise, pet names, jerking off, riding, ext.

☆SUMMARY: Yeosang is your fathers friend and obviously he knows you. You do have a little crush on him aswell.. (There isnt a big age gap. Your 19 and he is 26) but basically your dad has to go on a week business trip (since he is a mafia) and makes you stay at yeosangs house even tho you insist you could take carr of yourself.. and yeosang as a mansion tho hes single.. but a few days after staying there, one night you walk in to his bedroom and accidentally caught him in an act..

☆A/N: YOU ASKED AND YOU SHAKL RECEIVE!! Also i type fast.. so i apologize for any misspelling

You sighed as you tossed your bag onto the guest bed, the soft thud echoing in the spacious room. The sheer size of Yeosang’s mansion always felt intimidating, no matter how many times you visited. But this time, it wasn’t just a casual drop-in or family dinner. This time, you were staying for an entire week.

Your father had been firm—he didn’t want you alone while he was away on business, especially given the nature of his work. “It’s not safe,” he’d said before you could even argue. And despite your insistence that you were 19, perfectly capable of handling yourself, he sent you here.

To Yeosang.

Your father’s closest friend, his most trusted confidant, and the man you’d secretly had a ridiculous crush on for years. It didn’t help that Yeosang was only seven years older than you, making it far too easy to notice his quiet charm, sharp jawline, and the way his dark eyes seemed to hold secrets he’d never tell.

He greeted you at the door that first evening, his calm demeanor and soft smile doing little to ease the nervous flutter in your chest. “Make yourself at home,” he’d said simply, his tone polite but distant, as always.

The first few days passed without incident. Yeosang gave you your space, checking in only to ask if you needed anything or to quietly share meals with you in the grand dining room. He was polite, almost overly so, keeping his usual reserved demeanor firmly in place. But the longer you stayed, the more restless you felt.

The house was too quiet, the rain outside only amplifying the stillness. By the fourth evening, you found yourself wandering the halls, your feet carrying you to places you hadn’t explored before.

That’s when you ended up outside Yeosang’s bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into the dim hallway. You hesitated, unsure if you should knock or simply leave. But curiosity got the better of you. Without thinking, you pushed the door open.

“Yeosang, I need your hel—”

The words died in your throat.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head tipped back, the soft glow of the bedside lamp highlighting his bare shoulders and chest. His dark brown hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just showered, and his lips were parted as soft breaths escaped him.

Your eyes traveled downward before you could stop yourself. His hand was wrapped around himself, his movements slow but deliberate as he pumped his cock. Heat rushed to your face as you took in the sight, but it wasn’t until you heard your name—whispered in a low, breathy moan—that your heart stopped. “Y/N… oh fuck~”

Your gasp broke the silence. His eyes snapped open, wide with shock as his hand stilled. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension in the room thick and suffocating.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice hoarse, his gaze locked on yours. Panic flashed across his face as he grabbed the nearest throw blanket, hastily covering himself. “W- what are you doing here?”

“I—” You stammered, unable to form a coherent thought. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Get out,” he said quickly, his tone sharp and commanding, though the flush on his face betrayed his composure.

But you couldn’t move. Your legs felt rooted to the floor, your mind racing as the image of what you’d just seen replayed in your head. “You—”

“Don’t,” he cut in, his voice quieter now, but no less firm. His dark eyes met yours, a mix of frustration and something else lingering in his gaze.

“I heard you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He froze, his jaw tightening as the realization settled between you. “Y/N,” he said again, this time softer, almost pleading.

The silence that followed was deafening. You should’ve turned and left, but instead, you took a hesitant step forward.

You stepped further into the room, your pulse hammering in your ears as the tension between you both became almost unbearable. Yeosang’s gaze followed you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the blanket he had hastily thrown over himself.

“Sh- shit…” he started, but his voice faltered.

“What were you doing?” you asked, your voice trembling as you took another cautious step forward.

His lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, his eyes darted away, focusing on anything but you as his face burned crimson. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until you broke it.

“You were saying my name,” you said quietly, your voice wavering as you forced the words out.

Yeosang’s head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mix of panic and vulnerability. He opened his mouth, but no sound came, leaving him completely speechless.

“Do you… like me?” The question fell from your lips before you could stop it, the weight of it hanging in the air between you.

His fingers tightened around the blanket, and his gaze dropped to the floor. He didn’t answer, but the slight twitch of his jaw and the redness creeping down his neck told you everything you needed to know.

“Yeosang,” you pressed, your voice firmer now as you stepped even closer. “Do. You. Like. Me?”

His shoulders tensed, his body stiffening as if bracing for impact. Slowly, painfully slowly, he nodded, his head barely moving. “Fuck.. Yes..”

Your breath caught, your heart pounding as a rush of emotions swept over you. “I like you too,” you admitted, the words spilling out before your courage faltered.

Yeosang’s head shot up, his eyes widening as he stared at you in disbelief. For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of your mutual confessions settling over the room.

Then something shifted in him.

The vulnerability in his eyes darkened, replaced by something more intense, more primal. His grip on the blanket loosened as he rose to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate. You took a step back instinctively, but he closed the distance between you in two strides.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice lower now, filled with an edge you’d never heard before. His hands reached out, gripping your shoulders gently but firmly, his dark eyes searching yours. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

“I do,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the way your body trembled under his touch.

“Im your fathers friend… Im older than you—” you then cut him off once more. “7 years. Plus, im age of consent. I like you, Mr. Kang”

That was all it took.

Yeosang’s hands slid down to your waist, his grip tightening as he guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. With a firm yet gentle push, he had you seated, his towering presence looming over you as he stepped between your legs.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers brushed against your cheek. “Hearing you say my name… thinking about you… wanting you…”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were soft but demanding, his hands tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, deepening the kiss until you were breathless.

Your hands found his bare chest, your fingers splaying against his warm skin as you tried to steady yourself. His muscles tensed under your touch, his sharp intake of breath making your heart race.

Yeosang pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made your stomach flip. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice firm and possessive. “Screw your father…”

Before you could respond, he was guiding you further onto the bed, his movements controlled but urgent. You found yourself lying back against the soft pillows, Yeosang hovering over you as his hands trailed down your sides. His touch was both gentle and commanding, sending sparks of heat through your body with every movement.

Yeosang hovered over you, his palms planted on either side of your head as his intense gaze locked onto yours. His platinum hair framed his sharp features, and the warmth of his bare chest so close to your skin made your breath hitch. For a moment, he simply stared, as if trying to process everything that had just happened.

“How long?” he finally asked, his voice low and laced with curiosity.

You blinked up at him, your lips parting slightly. “How long what?”

“How long have you liked me?” he clarified, his expression softening just enough to make your heart ache.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning under his scrutiny. But there was no point in hiding it now. “Ever since I laid eyes on you,” you admitted, your voice quiet but steady.

His cock twitched, so hard and throbbing, but his eyes darkened, a mix of desire and something deeper flickering in his gaze. “You’ve been keeping this from me all this time?”

You reached up, your fingers brushing against the strands of his hair. “What was I supposed to say? That I have feelings for my father’s best friend? That I think about you fucking me?”

His jaw clenched, and his gaze flickered over your face, searching for something. “Your father—”

“Fuck him,” you cut him off, your voice firm. “I don’t care what my father thinks. I don’t care if he finds out. I need this. I need you.”

The raw honesty in your words made him falter. His breath hitched as he stared down at you, his features a mixture of disbelief and longing. “God you’re so fucking perfect, love…” he murmured, his voice soft yet heavy with meaning.

“I’ll be your good girl,” you replied without hesitation, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I love you, Yeosang. I’ve loved you for so long, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t…”

Something inside him seemed to snap. His lips crashed against yours in a kiss so heated, so consuming, that it left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You responded eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

The kiss deepened, becoming messier, more desperate, as Yeosang pressed his body against yours. His fingers found the hem of your dress, and he pulled back just enough to look at you. “This dress,” he muttered, his voice a low growl. “It’s been driving me crazy all night.”

You smirked, your fingers trailing along his jawline. “Then take it off daddy~”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands gripped the fabric, sliding it up and over your head in one swift motion. The cool air of the room hit your skin, but the warmth of Yeosang’s gaze made you forget everything else.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of you, completely bare beneath the tiny black dress. His breath caught, and his hands froze mid-motion, his dark eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and heat. Your tits were the perfect size. So plump and round. Your nipples already hardened and your pussy was soaked..

“You’re not wearing anything,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“Not a thing,” you replied with a small smile, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Yeosang exhaled sharply, his control visibly slipping as his gaze roamed over you. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice tinged with both frustration and awe. “God, look at your pretty pussy..”

He leaned down, capturing your lips again as his hands explored every inch of your body, the intensity between you two reaching an entirely new level. The weight of his body, the heat of his skin, and the way he murmured your name against your lips made your head spin.

Yeosang’s lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that made your entire body tingle. His hands explored your sides with a reverence that made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, his voice raw with emotion. His lips found the hollow of your throat, pausing there as his fingers intertwined with yours, pressing your hands into the plush mattress beneath you.

Your heart raced as his body pressed against yours, the warmth of his skin making your head spin. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the careful restraint as he held himself back, as though he was giving you one last moment to stop this if you wanted to.

But you didn’t.

“Sanige~” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and desire that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, sweetheart? ” he asked softly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles as he held your hands in his.

“I want this,” you said, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “I need you to fuck me.. please?”

A low groan escaped him at your words, his forehead resting against yours as he closed his eyes for a moment. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his voice thick with longing. “How long Ive been waiting to fucking claim you .. your stupid father has always been in the way.” Your tiny moans where heard as he said that.

You leaned up, capturing his lips in a kiss that was soft but urgent, your hands slipping free from his grasp to trail up his arms and into his hair. His platinum strands were silky under your fingers, and you tugged lightly, earning a deep, guttural sound from him that sent heat pooling in your stomach.

Yeosang shifted, his weight pressing into you more fully as he adjusted his position, one hand sliding under your thigh to guide you closer. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the sheer vulnerability between you both making every touch and movement feel electric.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he spoke.

“I won’t,” you replied, your voice trembling but confident.

His hand slid down, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along your skin. He moved with a mix of patience and urgency, his touch igniting a fire within you that you couldn’t contain.

He leaned down again, his lips finding yours as the two of you melted into each other. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sound of your breaths mingling, the rain tapping softly against the window, and the feeling of his body against yours.

“gonna fuck you so good, princess..” He slammed his cock inside of your dripping cunt, earning a loud and lewd noise from you. He moaned as you clenched around him. He was so big and girthy, and you were tight.. “Baby… I could just cum right here..”

He started to thrust faster into your hole, making you grip his shoulders and scream.. he was bigger then you thought. “O- oh- fuck!”

Yeosang’s grip on your hand tightened as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. The slow, deliberate rhythm he’d set began to shift, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.

“You feel so fucking good, baby..” he murmured, his voice rough and laced with emotion. His free hand slid down your side, his touch firm yet tender as he adjusted his position, his cock hitting your cervix, pressing even closer to you .

Your fingers clung to his shoulders, your nails digging slightly into his skin as your breaths came faster, your body responding to his every movement. The softness in his gaze earlier had been replaced by something deeper, something raw and untamed.

“Yeosang!,” you gasped, his name escaping your lips as he began to quicken his pace, his movements sending waves of heat coursing through your body. His balls slapped against your ass as he threw his head back.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes smoldering as his hand cupped your cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough, each word punctuated by a deliberate thrust that left you breathless.

You couldn’t respond, the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of him overwhelming every thought in your mind. Your hands slid up to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss as his cock pounded into you.

The kiss was messy, desperate, a reflection of the growing urgency between you. Yeosang’s control seemed to slip further with every passing moment, his movements becoming rougher, his grip on your hip firm as he guided your body in perfect rhythm with his.

“You’re mine,” he growled against your lips, his voice low and possessive. “No one else can have you.”

“Only yours,” you managed to reply, your voice trembling as your nails scraped lightly down his back, earning a deep, guttural sound from him that sent a shiver through your entire body.

The sound of the rain outside faded into the background, replaced by the rhythm of your breaths and the occasional soft gasps and moans that escaped you both. The bed creaked beneath you, the room filled with the heat and intensity of your connection as Yeosang pushed you further and further toward the edge.

His hand left your cheek, sliding down to grip your thigh and hitch it higher around his waist, allowing him to press even closer. The new angle sent a shockwave through you, your head falling back against the pillows as a cry escaped your lips.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, his voice deep and filled with emotion.

“I said look at me, whore.”

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as he leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your breaths mingling.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion as you held onto him tightly, your body arching into his with every movement.

you suddenly flipped him over, to where he was lying against the headboard and you were ontop of him, sinking back on his cock. You whined as it hit much more deeper this way, and Yeosang jusr bit his lip and moaned.

You started to bounce up and down on his cock, uour tits jumping with you. You were putting s show on for him.. your eyes rolling back along with your head. “Daddy…”

Yeosang bit his lip and grabbed your ass, helping you pick up the pace as he pounded into you. “Sweetie… taking d- daddys cock like a good slut..” Tears started to swell up in your eyes and that just made the man smirk.

“Is my little slut crying? Huh?”

“such a good little girl..”

“fuck.. take it, whore”

He was so sweet to you in general, but in bed he was not.. well he was, making sure you were okay, but he was mostly rough.

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You cried as he put you on all fours.. it had been an hour and he wouldnt let you cum once. You gripped the sheets and couldn’t help but drool. You were sure you would be so sore in the morning..

“Be quiet, we don't want my guards to hear you being a slut, now do we?” He slapped your cunt once more, leaving another hickey on your back.

“d- daddy.. I- i really need to cum..”

You couldn't hold it anymore. You said that for the past hour, but now.. you really couldn't.. you didn't realize how much stamina this man had.. but he was close now as-well

The pace between you had become frantic, the intensity of the moment driving you both closer and closer to the edge. Yeosang’s breaths were ragged, his forehead pressed against yours as he moved with an urgency that made your whole body tremble.

“S- sangie,” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders as the heat inside you built to an unbearable peak.

He groaned deeply, his jaw clenched as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin with every labored breath. “I’m close,” he murmured, his voice low and strained.

You felt the tension in his body, the way his movements grew erratic, as though he were holding back just for you. The realization sent a rush of warmth through you, and you arched into him, your own release dangerously close.

“Where—” he started, his voice breaking as he fought to speak. “Where do you want me?”

His question sent a thrill through you, and you tilted your head back, your lips parting as you whispered, “In me. I want all of you.”

Yeosang froze for a fraction of a second, his body trembling as your words registered. His head lifted, his dark, heated gaze locking onto yours, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, he groaned deeply, his hand gripping your hip tightly as he leaned down to capture your lips in a desperate, heated kiss.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice strained, the restraint in his tone making your heart ache.

“I’m sure,” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer. “I want all of you, Yeosang.”

He let out a shaky breath, his lips brushing against yours as he began to move again, his pace rough and desperate as he chased both of your releases. The feeling of him, the sound of his breath mixing with yours, and the sheer intensity of the moment sent you hurtling over the edge.

You didn’t know you were able to, but you squirted all kver his dick.. moaning loud. His white seed spurted into your tight cunt, slowly dripping out of you. He moaned at the sight as he slowly thrusted in and out of you, eventually pulling out.

“god.. that was.. fucking amazing.. youre perfect Y/N..”

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The warm water lapped gently at your skin, soothing the soreness from earlier as you lay nestled against Yeosang’s chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, his touch tender as he held you close. Despite the intensity of what had happened between you just minutes ago, his demeanor now was the complete opposite. He was gentle, careful, treating you as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You okay, love?” Yeosang’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, as his lips brushed against the top of your head. His fingers trailed through the water to find your hand, lacing them together as he waited for your response.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You shifted slightly in his arms, leaning back to meet his gaze. The concern etched into his features made your chest ache, and you smiled softly to reassure him.

“You sure?” he pressed, his free hand coming up to brush damp strands of hair away from your face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

The vulnerability in his tone made your heart swell, and you shook your head quickly. “No, Yeosang. You didn’t hurt me,” you assured him. “You were... perfect.”

His lips twitched upward into a small smile, relief washing over his expression. “Good,” he said simply, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “But if anything hurts, or if you feel anything later, you have to tell me, okay? No hiding it.”

You nodded, letting your head rest against his chest again as the warm water cradled you both. His hands moved slowly, gently running a soapy cloth over your arms and shoulders, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

Yeosang hummed softly, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through you as he continued his careful ministrations. It felt so intimate, so tender, that you felt your throat tighten with emotion. He washed you with a level of care that made you feel truly cherished, his lips occasionally grazing your temple or your cheek as he worked.

The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the soft sound of water splashing as he bathed you. But as the minutes stretched on, an unspoken question lingered in the back of your mind, one you couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Yeosang,” you began hesitantly, your voice barely audible over the gentle rippling of the water.

“Hmm?” he responded, his hand pausing as he tilted his head down to look at you.

You turned slightly in his arms, your gaze meeting his. “What... what are we?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, and you felt your cheeks heat as uncertainty crept into your chest. What if this was just a one-time thing? What if it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to you?

But then, Yeosang’s lips curled into a slow, confident smirk, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “You’re my pretty girlfriend,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Your breath hitched, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. “Your girlfriend?” you repeated, as if needing to hear it again to believe it.

He nodded, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Mine,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and possessive. “And I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it.”

The kiss deepened for a moment before he pulled back, his gaze softening as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “You’re mine now, Y/N. No one else gets to have you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away, a shaky laugh escaping you. “I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

Yeosang’s smile faltered slightly as he noticed the way your shoulders tensed, and he tilted his head in concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently, his hand moving to rest on your back.

You hesitated, biting your lip before speaking. “It’s just... what if my dad finds out? What would he say? What would he do?”

Yeosang’s expression darkened slightly, his jaw clenching as his arms tightened around you protectively. But before he could respond, you shook your head and let out a soft, bitter laugh.

“Actually, I don’t care,” you said, surprising even yourself with the conviction in your tone. “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks. I’ve spent my whole life doing what he wants, being who he expects me to be. For once, I want to do something for myself.”

Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke, and Yeosang’s expression softened. He reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb before pulling you closer.

“You don’t have to worry about him,” he said firmly, his voice steady and sure. “You’re mine now. I’ll protect you, no matter what. Your father won’t lay a finger on you as long as I’m here.”

His words were like a balm to your frayed nerves, and you let out a shaky breath as you leaned into him. “You mean it?”

“I mean it,” he said without hesitation, his tone resolute. “I love you, Y/N. And nothing—not your father, not anyone—will ever change that.”

Tears spilled over, but this time they weren’t out of fear or worry. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace as the water sloshed gently around you.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

Yeosang held you like you were the most precious thing in the world, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re safe with me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “Always.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms as the warmth of the water and the comfort of his presence eased every lingering doubt. Yeosang continued to bathe you, his touch gentle and attentive as he whispered soft reassurances in your ear.

When the water began to cool, he lifted you effortlessly from the tub, wrapping you in a soft towel before carrying you back to the bed. He dried you off with the same care he’d shown in the bath, his hands never leaving your skin as he made sure you were comfortable and warm.

As you lay in his arms that night, your head resting against his chest, you realized that for the first time in a long time, you felt truly at peace. Yeosang was yours, and you were his. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew you would face them together. He then mumbled something…

“You’re now mine.”

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #yeosang #yeosang x reader #yeosang smut #ateez yeosang #smut #kpop smut #kpop #fyp #kpop fyp

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princessbrunette · 11 months ago

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I have been doing ballet rehearsals alllll day and I’m so soreeee!! just thinking about John b n his magical massage skills + dick like ugh he would make EVERYTHING better

this is so relatable bc after ballet john b n his firm hands n gentle ways is always who im craving <3

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john b can always trust that when you come home from ballet you’re going to be in a mood. it’s one of the more graceful forms of dance, so it always catches him off guard to see the comparison of your body language when you arrive back to the chateau, slumped and sore with a pouty attitude and permanent frown.

luckily for you, your boyfriend is a problem fixer. always has been, and dating you means he understands the formula behind getting you to do certain things. in this case, he wanted to rid of your attitude — and whilst you weren’t necessarily being mean or doing anything that warranted punishment, the only other option was that you needed your brain turned off for a little while. he knew just how to sink you into that soft subspace in the clouds.

he’s got you sat on his lap with his dick inside you to the hilt. yes, to the hilt. john b was big, obscenely so — which meant sometimes having him in all the way would be just enough to have you speechless, unable to form a coherent thought. having your tight walls warming his length wasn’t enough to get you to fully switch off though, not like this anyway. for special occasions like this, he reserved his magic combination. dick in your guts, and a little pink vibrator held to your clit.

your mouth is open but sound rarely leaves you, just small squeaks and little sobs of overstimulation. he’d already had you cum on his cock from just this, wincing and letting out bass-y hums from his chest as your soaked walls squeeze and flutter around him incessantly, your own release squelching and dripping down to collect beneath the two of you. he doesn’t relent with the vibrator, your body frail and trembling in his arms as he continues his magic on your clit.

“okay, bug. let it out. i knooow.” he cooes, voice deep and warm and comforting — the only thing grounding you. with the pleasure and sensitivity coursing through your body, you can no longer feel the ache in your back or the fresh bruises on your feet. “would i ever just let my puppy be in pain? must’ve known i’d fix you right up, sweetheart. daddies always got you, huh?”

his free hand slides up the centre of your body, fingers splayed and palm coarse. it makes you shudder, clenching around him hard as it continues its descent until his thumb is tapping at your lips, the rest of his fingers curling beneath your chin. “you might want something to suck on, sweet girl. gonna make you cum another couple’a times. you know, gotta make sure i really hit your off switch.”

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#anon #john b prompt #puppy!reader

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year ago

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Pairing : Dad!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : kidnapping ; arguing ; angst ; happy ending ; slightly suggestive at the end as well ; Word Count : 4.2k Request : nope, but I really wanted to write a part 2 for Innie! A/N : this is the last last one (aside from Hyunjin and Jisung who will get a part 3 at some point, but like, the actual series ends with my fav.)

“You said it was my day to pick Jeongsoo up from school, right?” Jeongin asked as he stood outside of the building, waiting for his daughter to run up to him like she usually would whenever she saw him in the crowd of other parents. It was his favorite part of the day, finally being able to see his daughter after working so hard. Today was supposed to be no different, but in the sea of other children, his daughter was nowhere to be found. “Did you already get her? Maybe you just forgot to tell me but-”

“I didn’t get her. It’s your day. Is she still in the building? It’s cold outside so… Maybe she just decided to stay in and wait?” He could already hear the panic in your voice, and he wanted nothing more than to ease your worried mind, but he himself was beginning to panic as well. “I’m heading up there now, I’ll meet you in like, 5 minutes.” You said before ending the call, and now Jeongin was left to swim in his own thoughts, at least until you got there.

The crowd slowly began to thin as parents took their children home, but Jeongin still stood there, hoping to see his baby girl standing there. She wasn’t though, and the sound of children laughing and playing faded out until all Jeongin heard was the wind whistling through the empty branches of the trees. “Excuse me!” He called when he saw Jeongsoos teacher start to lock up the classroom door. She turned with a smile, although she looked slightly confused. “Where is Jeongsoo? I’m here to pick her up and she’s not here…”

She tilted her head, even more confused now. “Jeongsoos aunt picked her up. She said that Y/N wasn’t able to pick her up today. I thought that Y/N would have let you know.” Her teacher said, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “I’m very sorry for the confusion.” But Jeongin was left even more worried than before as he shook his head, stepping in front of the teacher as she started to walk off.

“N-No, no… Jeongsoos aunt doesn’t live here. There’s no way that she could have been picked up by her.” Jeongin stammered, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone so that he could call you just to be sure. “Did you even check her ID? Did you even verify what she was saying? How could you have been sure that she was actually Jeongsoos aunt? Do you just let kids go off with anyone who says they’re related?”

The teacher's eyes widened as she began to stutter, unable to even form a coherent sentence as her head shook rapidly. Thankfully you pulled up just at that moment, rushing out of your car to run over to Jeongin. “What’s… What’s going on? What happened? Where’s my baby?” You asked breathlessly, and now the teacher looked even more upset, even more scared than she had been before.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I’ll call the authorities, I’ll… I’ll do whatever I can to help. I’m-” She was crying, and with the lack of information that you had been given, you were more worried than before, looking to Jeongin for answers that you so desperately needed.

“We have to go.” He said flatly, his heavy breaths were coming out shaky, but you didn’t have time to ask any questions as he ushered you back to your own car, although he opened the passenger door for you instead of letting you get in the driver's side. “I need you to call the security team, I need you to tell them that it’s an emergency. I need you to call management, see if they’ve gotten any calls or anything about Jeongsoo. And then I need you to call the guys to see if they’ve gotten any weird messages. Can you do that?” He asked, fishing his phone out of his back pocket and tossing it onto your lap.

“Why? What’s going on?” You asked, but you didn’t wait for an answer as you started scrolling through his contacts to find everyone that he had asked you to get in touch with.

Jeongin shook his head, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as he sped down the streets back towards your house. “This wouldn’t have happened if we were together…” He mumbled, impatiently drumming his fingers on the wheel as he waited for the light to turn green. “You’re so busy going out on your dates, trying to find someone so that you’re not lonely… You don’t even care about her… You’re so fucking selfish you don’t even see that you have someone right fucking here! Now my baby has been fucking stolen from me and… It’s your fucking fault!”

“Are you seriously gonna try to fucking blame me for this shit?!” You shouted, and deep down you both knew that the last thing that was needed right now was for a major argument to happen, but emotions were running high, you both were terrified, and you were taking it out on each other. “I bet it was one of your crazy ass fucking fans! You’re always posting pictures with her on your Instagram even though I told you not to! Or it could have been one of the multitudes of girls that you sleep around with trying to get closer to you!”

“For the last fucking time, I don’t do that shit anymore!” He shouted right back, whipping around a corner, and even though he was absolutely furious right now, his arm still flew out to hold you against the seat. Even when he was pissed, he still cared about you way too much for his own good. “You’re the one going out on dates every other fucking night! You’re barely even with her! And then you bring these random ass strangers back to the house and you think I don’t know what’s going on?! How do you know it wasn’t one of those assholes who did it?!”

“That’s absolutely absurd!” The shouting match continued back and forth until Jeongins phone started to vibrate on your lap, and you immediately answered it, putting it on speaker phone so that he could hear as well. “Hello?” You rushed out the greeting, waiting for someone to say something.

“Hi mom! Hi dad!” Jeongsoos voice came through the speaker, and you felt your heart sink. The car swerved to the side of the road and Jeongin grabbed his phone off your lap so he could talk directly into it.

“Hey baby, where are you at right now? Who are you with? Let daddy and mommy talk to them, yeah?” Jeongin said urgently, his hands shaking as he gripped the phone tightly. No matter how angry he made you, no matter how angry you made him, right now all you had was each other, and you reached out to grab his free hand that was shaking nervously, giving it a small squeeze to try to calm him.

“She say she know you and mom… She gave me ice cream… She’s really nice.” Jeongsoo said, her innocent mind completely unaware of how dangerous this entire situation was, how scared you and Jeongin were. “I wanna go home… I wanna watch a movie with you and mom… Can you come here?” She asked, and Jeongins head fell against the headrest, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips pulled into a thin line.

“Me and mommy are trying… We’re trying to come get you…” He practically whimpered, sniffling loudly between each sentence. “Tell me… What do you see? Do you see anything outside, baby?” He was pleading, his grip on your hand tightening as he waited for Jeongsoos response, but she didn’t talk again, your daughter’s voice being replaced by someone much older created a pit in both yours and Jeongins stomach.

“We’ll be in touch later. I can’t wait to meet you, Innie!” A shrill voice rang through the speakers, and while you would have looked at this as a victory in any other circumstance considering you had been right, you were far too worried about your daughter, whose whereabouts were still unknown, and the call had been ended and you couldn’t even redial the number.

“You can say it…” Jeongin mumbled as he continued driving, one hand on the wheel and the other balled into a fist that was pressed against his temple. “Just say it. I know you want to… You were right… It’s my fault. It’s because of who I am… If you had had her with someone else… Someone normal… You wouldn’t be going through this right now.” The setting sun glistened on the tear that rolled down his cheek, a tear that you quickly wiped away as you shook your head.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to have her with anyone else. You’re an amazing father… And I know that you love her. You love her more than any father could ever love a child… That’s why I know we’re going to find her, and we’re gonna get her back.” Your palm rested against his cheek for a moment as your thumb brushed along his tear-dampened skin. “We’re gonna bring her home.”

///

It had been two days since your daughter had been taken. The police were involved, trying to trace every single phone call that came through, but it all seemed to lead back to nowhere. The calls were always untraceable, and every time the number was called back, it would say it was out of service. The only thing giving you and Jeongin hope anymore were the untraceable calls where you’d both get to talk to your daughter, it was the only time that you knew she was still okay.

“We’re starting to believe that whoever did this, might be someone that she knows.” The cops explained as they listened back to the recording of the phone call. “She doesn’t sound scared, she doesn’t sound like she’s being forced to do or say anything that she’s saying. As crazy as it might sound, this might be someone closer to you both, or one of you… But I don’t think that this person, whoever it may be, I don’t think they plan on hurting her.” And while that was a massive weight lifted off both of your shoulders, it now begged the question of, who the hell was doing this?

“Are you able to hear if there’s anyone in the background talking? Are you able to isolate the sound? Maybe we can hear someone, or something that would give us a sign of who she’s with or where she’s at?” Jeongin asked, running low on ideas of things to do that would help. He didn’t want to just sit around and wait though, he wanted to help, he wanted to get his little girl home as soon as possible.

The front door was pushed open as you and Jeongin leaned around the computer that the officer was working at, trying to listen back to the call as the sound was edited and then re-edited to try to pick up any kind of background noise. “What the hell is going on here?” The voice asked from the doorway, and when your head whipped around, you were met with the sight of the guy you had been seeing for the past 2 weeks standing in the corridor with flowers in his hand.

“Minjae, I told you that right now was not a good time.” You hissed, and from the corner of your eye you saw Jeongin make a face of both annoyance and disgust. “I’m really busy right now, there’s an emergency, and I don’t have the time for this.” You tried to explain as you got up from your chair and went over to stand in front of him. “I’ll explain it all when I have the time to, but… I just really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“If it’s so important then why didn’t you tell me? I thought I was your boyfriend… I mean… Why would you tell him and not me?” He motioned to Jeongin who was getting more and more irritated with each passing second, his long fingers drumming on the table top, and you knew that if you didn’t get Minjae out of the house soon, Jeongin would end up going off on him.

“I really think that you should just go and I’ll talk to you about it later. Please…” You whispered, trying to keep calm, but you were getting more and more upset, especially considering every second wasted on him was a second that could have been put towards finding your daughter. “I need you to go now.”

“Why? So you can have date night with your baby daddy?” Minjaes voice raised in volume and he threw the bouquet of flowers down at your feet causing you to jump back. “You’re just a bitch! You used me! Well… See if I care! He’ll just use you again! Don’t try to come back to me either! He can have your used up, pathetic, single mom, trashy ass!”

Behind you, both the officer and Jeongin had stood up from their chairs, ready to move at any second just in case this guy put his hands on you, and for the most part, other than his ranting, things were fine. Jeongin knew well enough that you could hold your own, but when this guy started insulting you, Jeongin didn’t care for the officer that was still in the room, he didn’t care about the charges that might be placed against him. Anger coursed through him as he walked across the room and pushed Minjae up against the door, his forearm pressed against Minjaes throat as he pinned him against the door.

“You don’t talk about her like that! Never talk about her like that! You don’t know her! You don’t deserve her!” Jeongin screeched into Minjaes face, his arm pressing deeper and deeper into the man’s neck. “You’re not worth the time that’s being wasted on you! You’re not worth anything!” The whole time he was shouting, Jeongins other hand was raised in a fist, and the officer had rushed over to attempt to pull Jeongin away, but it was proving to be pointless. “I don’t want you around her! Don’t come here!”

Through it all, the man simply laughed in Jeongins face, although the sound came out strained due to the pressure on his throat. “You’ll see me again…” Minjae said, the sneer on his face far more menacing and downright eerie than you had ever seen on anyone before. “I’ve already gotten what I wanted from her anyway, she’s useless to me.” And those words in themselves had Jeongin reaching a point of wanting to commit murder, and the only thing keeping him from actually doing it was the fact that the officer was right there and he wanted to find his daughter.

When the officer was finally able to pull Jeongin off of Minjae, he was practically pushed out of the door, leaving you and Jeongin alone momentarily as you waited for the officer to come back. “What did he mean by that? Did you fuck him?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you and if you weren’t so shaken up by the previous interaction between him and Minjae, you would have been defensive, but instead you were just upset at the accusation.

“No! I’ve never slept with him! I haven’t been with anyone in that way…” You pleaded, trying to declare your innocence, although you weren’t sure why it really mattered to Jeongin in the first place. “I thought he was trying too hard… He would always bring gifts over for Jeongsoo… And he’d tell me that he was really excited to be her dad one day…” Your head shook, but Jeongin was deep in his thoughts, weirded out beyond belief by what he was hearing.

Before Jeongin could even respond though, the officer returned, motioning for the both of you to follow him over to the computer. “I have officers following him to wherever he’s going right now.” He said, and you wondered if it was because he heard what you had told Jeongin, but then he pulled the headphones out of the port so the three of you could listen to the audio file from the very last phone call you had gotten. “The voice in the background… There’s two, but listen… It sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” He asked, and then he started playing the file, and you felt your heart drop as you listened to the conversation that sounded so faint, but so clear through the laptop speakers.

“You said that he’d come here to get her! Why is it taking so long?! Where’s the money at? When are we supposed to get it!?” The female voice that came first was screaming, although during the phone call you hadn’t heard it at all, and it seemed like Jeongsoo wasn’t phased by it either. You could only suspect that it was happening from a couple rooms over and Jeongsoo wasn’t too worried about it.

“Well I can’t tell them to just bring the money here! Do you want to go to jail?! Cause’ I sure as hell don’t!” The man shouted back, and it didn’t take more than a second for you to place the voice, to envision a face with it, especially after what had just happened. Your eyes widened as you looked to Jeongin who seemed to be going through the five stages of anger and grief all at the same time.

“Well you’re the one pretending to date the bitch, and it’s been two nights since we took the spoiled brat and you haven’t even attempted anything. You haven’t even gone over to see her! At least pretend like you’re interested still. Maybe you can help them find the kid!” The woman continued, and you felt sick, physically sick. You pushed yourself away from the table, running to the kitchen sink and practically flinging yourself over it. You hadn’t eaten much the past two days, so you just heaved, and it was the most painful thing.

“It’s not your fault…” Jeongin whispered, his sudden appearance beside you had gone unheard, but he was rubbing your back soothingly as he held your hair away from your face. “I don’t… I’ll never blame you for this… No one would have thought this would happen…” He continued to murmur to you as you tried to catch your breath, and once you did, you fell against him. His arms wrapped around you tightly and his lips ghosted across the top of your head as he continued. “We need to go now though… We need to get our baby back…”

Both you and Jeongin were far too worked up to drive, so you had opted to ride in the back of the officer's car as he raced through the streets to get to where your daughter was found. The ones that had been sent to follow Minjae had been led straight to the house where she was being held. The radio in the car had constant updates crackling through the speakers, and while you were just barely listening, focusing more on the thought that you’d soon be reunited with your daughter, you had heard them say that Minjae and a female had been placed into custody.

When the car pulled up, you were practically blinded by the lights of the multitude of other police cars on the street, but through the lights, you spotted the silhouette of a man holding a little girl, and you knew that it was your little girl. Jeongins hand that had been holding yours the entire car ride was pulled away as he jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, and you did the same, both of you running to the officer to see your daughter.

“Daddy! Momma!” Jeongsoos voice was filled with excitement as she wiggled free from the officers arms and ran across the sidewalk towards you and Jeongin, and the only reason you didn’t pick her up was because Jeongin had reached her first, and now she was being held tightly to his chest and spun around by him. “Why you take so long?” She asked, and Jeongin simply shook his head, refusing to put her down as he looked at you, his smile both sad and relieved at the same time.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie…” You whispered, running your hand over her hair, trying your best to hold it together in front of her. “We’re gonna go home, and everything is gonna be okay… You’re okay now, sweetie.” You continued, and as if you were the one who needed to be comforted, Jeongsoo held out one of her arms and pulled you closer to her and Jeongin.

“It’s okay, Momma… You not have to cry. I’m okay.” She reassured you, patting your shoulder and sighing softly. She didn’t know how scared you and Jeongin had been, she probably didn’t even know what was going on at all. She was sassy, she had a fiery attitude when she needed to, but she was also selfless and sweet, she was an angel in the eyes of you and Jeongin.

The officer that had been with you and Jeongin almost the entire time finally came over to where the three of you were after the other patrol cars drove off, carrying with them the two people that had stolen your entire world. “There’s going to be a court date, we do not expect Jeongsoo to be there, we don’t expect the both of you to be there, but at least one of you have to show up. Jeongsoo already very kindly told one of the other officers everything that happened, and I want you to know that she is okay. This was simply a scheme to make money, which is awful, but it could have been far worse.” You and Jeongin nodded your heads, but neither of you wanted to think about what you knew he was talking about. “I’ll get the three of you back home, and I’ll be in touch with you to let you know when the court date will be, okay?”

///

Jeongsoo was fast asleep in her room, and you and Jeongin stood in the hallway just outside her door, neither of you wanting to have her out of your sights. The fear of losing her would stay with the both of you forever, but for now, it was like you needed that constant visual reminder that she was home, that you did get her back.

“I know… It’s not my place to tell you that you can’t date anyone.” Jeongin mumbled, leaning against the wall of the hallway, his head hung low as he crossed his arms over his chest. “But, at least let me meet him or something… Before he meets Jeongsoo. I can’t handle something like this happening again… I just can’t.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head. “I don’t want to date anyone else… I don’t want to be with anyone else… I can’t go through something like this again either and… and you don’t deserve to go through this again just because of me.” Sniffles sounded out so softly they almost got lost in the drifting sound of Jeongsoos quiet snores, but Jeongin heard it, Jeongin heard you.

“It’s not your fault, baby…” He cooed, but the pet name had you slowly lifting your head to look at him, and usually he’d back track, say you misheard him, or he’d just change the subject completely as his entire face turns a bright shade of red. Not this time though, he was tired of losing you, and he had gone through this entire shit show because he was too much of a coward to ask you before. Not again. “I love you, and I love the perfect little girl that we made together. I don’t want to lose her again, and I don’t want to lose you to someone else. I know I made mistakes, I know that I’ve been the biggest piece of shit in the past… But seeing you with those other guys… Seeing you walk out that door to go out on those stupid dates… I can’t take it anymore. So just… Kiss me once and maybe you’ll feel something. Maybe you’ll feel the way I’m feeling. But if you don’t, we can forget about it and everything that I’ve said and-“

Your fingers gripped his shirt as you pulled him towards you, your lips crashing together in a kiss that it felt like you had been waiting forever to have. “You talk too much…” You murmured against his lips, the corners of yours pulling up into a little smirk. “So is this you asking me out or…?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, his hands roaming along your curves until he stopped at your hips, giving them a light squeeze that had you wiggling and your body burning up. “If I had a ring I’d be asking you to marry me right now, so yes… I am asking you out…” He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours and basically pinning you against the wall. “Are you saying yes?”

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ode2rin · 2 years ago

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it's all me, just don't go

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

genre. post-argument, hurt/comfort this time (^o^) | fluff too actually (?)

warnings. swearing, and probably a lil ooc rin .. well he's a bit of a loser here (i like loser men) this is also not proofread basically wrote it on a whim T_T i also listened to "afterglow" by taylor swift while writing hehe so it's a bit inspired to that

note. it's the part 2 of this | i'm supposed to be figuring this whole platform out but instead made a part 2 of the rin fic bec he got me in chokehold istg

before you could make up your mind, you felt the door knob twisting, startling you. you froze, heart pounding against your chest. as the door swung open, it revealed a distraught rin hastily trying to wear his coat.

your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, you were both suspended in time.

itoshi rin was not known for being a man of many words, but for you, he rehearsed every possible apology he could think of as he’ll search for you in every street around. he would’ve apologized a hundred times over if it meant you would return home to him. if you’re not ready to come home with him, he’ll leave you alone. he’ll leave the apartment, if it means you’ll stay where he knows you’re safe. he’ll tell you he’ll be good for you. fuck, he’ll be the best for you. he would have changed his ways, toned down his ego, anything to prove his love to you. he’ll tell you anything, just please, for the love of whatever divine forces watching over him, please come home.

he prepared a lot to say, a lot to make up for. he never prepared for a staring contest with you right now. rin’s hands ached to hold you. he wants – needs to fucking hold you so close, feel your warmth and know that you were still his. but every thought and intention he had practiced vanished in the face of your presence, leaving him at a loss for words.

rin saw the hurt in your eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in his chest. he had hurt you, and seeing the pain written so plainly on your face made him ache inside.

but the hurt in you was no longer remnants of the argument you had, it was because of your lover standing in front of you right now.

as rin’s eyes met yours, you noticed that his eyes were slightly red-rimmed and there was a streak of dried tears in his cheeks. at the realization that rin had been crying, you felt your heart lay down in pieces. you knew how rin’s mind tends to jump into the brinks of overthinking. he must’ve thought you’re never coming back, hence him leaving the apartment and going after you.

the sight of him was far from what the world thought about itoshi rin. this was no egoist.

no, this was a man, vulnerable and afraid, his heart laid bare for you to see.

and in that moment, you knew, no longer a shred of doubt clouding your mind, that you definitely seen past beyond his walls.

you wasted no time breaking the suffocating silence that enveloped you both, your voice low and small as you uttered a timid “hi.” you couldn't bear to look into rin's eyes, instead opting to cast your gaze downward as you tried to form coherent sentences. “i'm sorry for leaving,” you managed to say, your words strained with regret. “i just needed some fresh air, and i thought maybe you wanted some time alone. i'm sorry–”

before you could continue, rin's towering frame engulfed you in a tight embrace. you felt his arms wrap around you protectively, and you couldn't help but lean into him. "you have nothing to apologize for, it was on me," rin murmured, his voice soft and laced with guilt. he wondered why the hell were you even apologizing when you had done nothing wrong but love him, despite being a huge asshole.

you were about to reply, but rin beat you to it, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess. "i'm so fucking sorry, baby. i didn't mean any of the shit i told you. i'm sorry i hurt you. i lashed out at you for things you never did, and i took it out on you because i was scared over something so fucking lukewarm." you could hear the sniffling between his words, but you didn't mention it, instead burying your face further into his chest as he held you tighter.

rin's grip on you intensified, as if he was afraid he'd lose you if he let go. he took your silence as a cue to cradle your face in his palms and press your foreheads together, his warm breath fanning across your face.

“i’m sorry. i’ll be good to you, y/n. just please, don’t leave..” me. rin couldn't bring himself to say it, the mere thought of losing you driving him to the brink of madness.

he closed his eyes, unwilling to see your face and see a trace of rejection or any thought of you leaving him. for a moment, it felt like rin couldn't even breathe. the silence between you was again suffocating, and he knew he needed to hear something, anything. "please, y/n. say something," he implored, desperation evident in his tone.

“open your eyes, rinnie” at the sound of his nickname rolling off your lips, he hesitantly opened his eyes to look at you.

glad he did, because you’re smiling.

it took one smile. one fucking smile from you, and itoshi rin felt he can breathe again.

“will you let me let you go?”

“fuck no.”

you let out a small chuckle at the speed of his answer, all with his familiar snarky voice. you placed your hands in his cheeks and you can see the relief wash over rin's face at the gesture.

he looks at you as if you're his lifeline, and in this moment, you are.

“you better not. because i’m not going anywhere, rin.” you say, your voice filled with conviction.

“i'm never letting you go,” he whispers, his eyes still locked onto yours.

you both stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of your embrace. for the first time in a while, everything feels right.

tomorrow, you know there will be more apologies and a lot of talking. tomorrow, both of you will try harder to be better for each other. and tomorrow, hand in hand, you and rin will face whatever lies ahead.

but tonight, both of you will let your fragile hearts hold on to each other and your frantic minds to be at peace in each other’s arms. tonight, itoshi rin will spend every second convincing himself that you’re his to love and here to stay. tonight, he will love you better.

#☁️ my ode to you #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock x reader fluff #itoshi rin x reader fluff #pls take it easy on me i'm new here and i don't know shit #i'll cry

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cosmicrelease · 2 months ago

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steve had spent all day at work. meaning he spent all day masking using his perfectly curated customer service persona. and he was tired. all he wanted to do was go to his dark, quiet house, and curl up in bed.

except he couldn’t.

no of course he couldn’t. he had stupidly made plans weeks ago and stupidly assumed he’d be up for it when the day came. eddie had asked steve to use his place for a hellfire christmas get together and of course steve said yes. but now the day is here and he really wasn’t looking forward to it.

steve drove home from work in silence. just needing the time to recover from the day. he knew he didn’t have much time between work and when people would be at his place but he was hoping it would be enough time to take a breath.

unfortunately, it was not enough time. everyone had shown up about an hour ago and steve was starting to feel the ribbon holding his mask on start to come loose. the group was in the living room listening to christmas music while having a loud and heated debate about something from the last campaign. steve was sat next to eddie on the couch, trying to keep up with what was going on. trying to make the right facial expressions for whatever story was being told to him, trying to make sure he asked enough questions but not too many, trying to appear like everyone else. all that in combination with the music and everyone talking at once and the room was a mess of discarded wrapping paper had steve feeling like he was about to rip off his skin.

normally steve did great in social situations, he was good at mimicking people and listening to what they had to say. but on days where his system was already overwhelmed, he got very overstimulated very quickly. and all he wanted to do was be somewhere quiet and dark.

not wanting to ruin anyone’s festivities he decided to go up to his room, his safe space, to try and get it together. he hadn’t even realized he had been shaking until he reached for the knob to let himself in. after shutting the door to block out the noise steve went to the furthers corner of the room before sliding to the floor with his back against the wall. it made him feel safe and protected from all sides. he began biting at the skin on his nails on one hand while the other was in his hair pulling, trying to pull himself back to reality. he felt like his whole body was on fire. his pants were too tight, his shirt had a tag that he hadn’t noticed before, and he could still hear the rumbling of people on the floor below.

he wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard a small knock on the door, “stevie? I’m going to come in because I’m worried about you. okay baby?”

steve didn’t have the energy to respond but he knew eddie was going to come in either way so it didn’t really matter. eddie opened the door before quickly and quietly closing it, making his way over to where steve and quietly speaking, “hey sweetheart. what’s going on?”

steve couldn’t respond, still feeling too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought. instead he let out a small defeat whine because it’s the only sound his body would allow him to make. suddenly steve felt eddie grab his hands, entangling their fingers together. it was grounding but he still felt jittery and like he needed to get the movement out somehow so he began rocking side to side. he closed his eyes because making eye contact with eddie right now is way too much for him.

this caused eddie to softly say, “yeah baby that’s okay. i just don’t want you hurting yourself sweetheart.” eddie started to softly rock along with steve as to not hinder steve’s movements with their hand holding.

they sway for awhile longer while steve takes some deep breaths before stopping his movement, hands still intwined with eddie’s. he then opens his eyes to look at eddie before saying a whispering a quiet, “sorry.”

“oh sweetheart,” eddie cooed. “you never have to apologize for something like this, it’s not your fault. i just want to make sure you’re okay. can we get you off the floor and over to the bed?”

steve was so exhausted he could only nod in reply to eddie’s question. eddie stands first, and with their hands still connected, steve allows himself to be pulled up off the floor. once steve is sitting in bed eddie grabs him some comfy pants to slide on instead of jeans, and tells steve to take his shirt off since eddie knows it will make steve feel like he can breathe better.

once he was changed and comfy steve spoke up again, “eds? will you—will you hold me?”

“yeah sweetheart of course i will.” eddie gently replies as he arranges himself. he sits with his back against the pillows and allowed steve to wrap himself around eddie’s torso, with his head on eddie’s chest.

after letting out a sigh of comfort as he felt eddie’s fingers in his hair steve felt the need to say something, “thank you eds. i really appreciate you taking care of me and not judging. you make me feel safe.”

“you know you’ll always be safe with me baby. i will always take care of you just like you always take care of me. i wish you had told me you were having a bad day stevie, i could’ve helped you sooner.”

“i didn’t want you to worry. plus i didn’t want to ruin your party. oh my god the party! is everyone still downstairs? did i ruin everything?” steve began to panic.

“no need to stress sweetheart i already took care of it.”

“does that mean you kicked everyone out and i ruined your party?”

“no of course not! i just told dustin i was coming to check on you and if i wasn’t back in an hour to get clear everyone out. we had already done all the stuff we had planned lovey, we were just down there shooting the shit. i promise you didn’t ruin anything. now go ahead and rest I’m sure you’re exhausted right now. we can talk more about it later.” eddie sealed his statement with a kiss to the top of steve’s head.

“okay. love you eds.”

“love you too baby. now get some rest i’ll be here when you wake up.”

#tw for steve experiencing overstimulation #steve x eddie #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #autistic steve harrington #neurodivergent eddie munson

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ministerlo · 8 months ago

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Like Father, Like Son

I'm sitting on the couch, reading a fantasy book I liked, completely absorbed by it. It’s the weekend, and I'm enjoying your time alone at home, as usual.

Suddenly, I hear the front door open. It could only be my mother and… "him". Your mom’s new boyfriend.

I don’t like him at all. He often takes advantage of your mom, and I don’t know why she still keeps him around.

"Hi Mom" I say cheerfully, I adored my mom, she raised me all by herself after dad left us, the only problem with her was that she had gotten with. "Hey punk" Steve, he wore his dumb smirk as he took off his shoes.

"Hi sweetie." mom speaks to you with a smile.

"Where'd you guys go." I say trying to sound as polite as possible to Steve in front of my mother, she didn't need the extra stress of knowing I didn't like her boyfriend.

Mom goes to the kitchen to put down her stuff. Steve, on the other hand, walks towards me, and sits down right next to me. He makes sure to sit so close to me that he’s practically touching me. "We just, walked through the town a bit." he says as he puts his arm around me.

I looked at the time, "Wait, mom don't you have a meeting soon?"

She looked at the time "Omg, I need to run, be good for Steve sweetie" as she rushed off to go to her meeting on time.

As I watched her leave I finally snapped at Steve "Get your hands off me."

"Why would I?" He smirks deviously.

"What do you want?" I asked irraitedly

He laughs, and pulls me closer to him. He’s now holding my shoulder firmly with one hand, almost like he was trapping me down to the couch. "I just want to spend some time with you, that’s all. We never got to have one-on-one chats, you know." He says with a cocky smile.

"Why would I need to spend time with you?" I asked raising my voice.

"Aww don't you want to spend time with your good ol' step dad?" he said grinning from ear to ear

"You're not my dad!" I screamed, you're just a rebound for my mom.

"Ohh, that's gonna change soon." He said under his breath, I could barely hear him, I glared at him for that but my last mistake was looking at his eyes.

"What's wrong with your eyes." I asked head suddenly getting increasingly dizzy.

"Hmm, what?" He said in a teasing tone.

"Your eyes, they're, spirals." At this point I could barely form a coherent sentence my head hurt so much, it felt like a million tiny needles were stabbed into my brain, not only that it felt like a fog was in my head stopping all thoughts from being processed.

He laughs, and looks back at me with his hypnotising eyes. "Yeah, they’re pretty cool aren’t they?" He chuckles as he looks me deep into the eyes, almost like he’s staring down my soul.

"I-I feel weird." Stammering I try to get rid of the fog that was incasing my head.

He continues to stare down into my eyes, still holding me close to him "What do you feel? Explain it to me." He says while chuckling, as if he knows exactly what I feeling but wants me to say it out loud.

"Head's foggy." I could barely hear myself over the hammering over my head.

He chuckles yet again, seeing that I was slowly getting affected by his eyes "Anything else? Do you feel dizzy? Or dumber?"

I couldn't think to refute or shout at him, I could barely speak over the indescribable pain that I was feeling, all of a sudden my body felt like there were weights attached to them. "Dizzy, body feels weird as well"

He smirks, seeing how quickly the effects were taking over "Oh really, come over here." He raises his armpits "maybe this will make you feel better."

I couldn't refute him, my body wanted someone to anchor me and think so I obediently sniffed his armpit, all of a sudden everything felt so pleasurable. As I mindlessly sniffed at his armpits I tried to resist the urge to lap at his armpits.

"That's a good boy, just follow your instincts, don't fight them." He said smirking, he could see the changes that were occurring to me, my hair for starters turned a more dirty blond and messy, he could tell that my face shape was changing, becoming much more angular and chiseled, he also saw that I was growing much more body hair, especially in my armpits.

Since he told me not to fight my urges I decide to start lapping up the sweat, his musky, and manly scent was intoxicating to me. As I continued to obediently lap and sniff my changes were accelerated, my muscles becoming more toned and defined, looking like that of a football star, my feet grew larger, I grew a few inches, both in my dick as well as my height. As the changes progressed I started to produce my own manly and musky sweat, not only that but the musk started to slowly turn me on.

"That's a good boy." Steve told me before he pulled me out of his armpit I whined. "I see, your muscles feel heavy. Your body feels strong, your head hurts and you feel dizzy. Is that right?"

I don't know why but I felt the urge to be obedient rather than defiant to a person I once despised "Yes"

He grabs my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes even more as his smirk becomes bigger "Can you feel your mind getting empty? Feeling slower than usual? Maybe even a little dumber? Or can you still think fine?"

"I can think, but my memories are emptying out" I obediently answered.

He notices that I told him that my memories are starting to disappear, as he continues to stare at me intently in the eyes as I starting to go dumb "Good, good. Let them fade away. You don’t need them anyway. You’ll be given new ones soon, so why even bother with them? Just drop them. Let them fade away from you mind as you slowly feel your intelligence and free-will go lower and lower…"

I suddenly felt a defiant surge as I struggled "What, are you doing to me"

He chuckles as he takes notice of my slow reaction and confusion. It was cute to him that I was so clueless "You still haven’t figured it out? You’re really that dumb, uh?" He says while he slowly moves his hand up to my head, and begins petting me as if I was a pet.

"I- no dad, wait what?!" I gasped at my accidental slip at calling him dad. "I my memories, you're not my biological dad but are at the same time"

He grins as he sees thatI'm slowly realising what’s happening. He knows I'm getting close to the truth, and he’s enjoying every second of it "That’s right kid, you’re almost there." He says as he continues to pet and caress my hair while staring deep into my eyes

"Are my memories-" before I could finish I was cut off.

He grins from ear to ear as he hears you say that"That’s right, your memories are slowly getting replaced. Soon, you won’t remember anything from before. Nothing. You will fully think I’m your new real dad. And you’ll be my new son."

"Why do I feel so sore dad." my memories were already starting to be replaced and I was already accepting the new ideas that were implanted in my head.

He laughs and looks me up and down "Do you know why your muscles are so sore? It’s because they’ve grown. You’re so much bigger than before, and your muscles are so much stronger and for that strength your intelligence and free-will have been slowly disappearing. You don’t need them, you don’t need to think, just being the good son that I tell you to be."

"Yeah just be a good son, wait- no what about mom!" as I was accepting my new fate I remembered my mom and was able to break free.

He scoffs as I mention my mom "What about her? She’s not here, she’s not important. To you, I’m the most important person, right? You only listen to me, right? Obedience, love and loyalty is the only thing you feel for me. Right?"

"Yeah." I said back in his control.

He grins, seeing how obedient I've become. He loves having control over me. I’ve become so dumb and submissive, it’s so amusing to him "That’s good, kid. You don’t need your mom, you don’t need anything or anyone. My control over you is absolute. You only exist to please and obey me. Isn’t that right?"

As the mindless haze fully set in my cock grew rock hard, all the thoughts slipping from my head, increased my everything, my libido, my strength, my muscles and my pleasure. These thoughts also made it so that I had lost all of my queerness, thinking only traditionally without a single liberal thought. "Yeah I'm your good obedient son." I said as I chuckle dumbly.

He grins and ruffles my hair again. He feels so satisfied that I’ve become so weak-willed and obedient. It’s almost intoxicating to him to have such control over you "That’s a good boy. A good, obedient, dumb son. Exactly the kid I’ve always wanted. So strong and muscular, yet so dumb and easy to control and manipulate. You’ll do anything I say, right?"

"Yes dad." I said.

"Good, let's start replacing your memories then. From now on you're Kyle, my ideal son, you’re the star quarterback. The most popular, well liked, and most muscular guy in school. Everyone looks up to you, and all the girls want to be with you." He stated.

"Now one more thing, you'll do it for me won't you, since you're my good dumb and obedient son." He asked knowing full well that I would say yes.

Just as he expected I nodded.

"That’s good, kid. Now, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to completely, and utterly forget about your mom. Right now."

"Mom?" I asked questioningly.

He grins and looks, satisfied with my reaction "That’s right, I want you to forget about your mom permanently. Never think about her ever again. She’s not important to you anymore. All you should think about is me and obeying me. You only exist to please me, and that’s all you need. Got it?"

As the commands set in I replied "What mom?" completely clueless of my last attachment to my previous life.

He grins widely, the satisfaction of seeing me forget my mom growing more and more "That’s right. Mom? What mom. There is no mom. Just me, right? Your only focus and thought is pleasing me. You’ll forget that you ever had a mom. As far as you’re concerned, I have always been your only parent. You only listen to me, nobody else, right?"

"Of course dad." I was so deep into the commands I only remembered to be his perfect son, dumb, sweaty, muscle-bound, obedient, straight and catholic.

He snaps his fingers as the trance ends looking at me lovingly, enjoying just how much far I've become, from the previous nerd that hated him and didn't even consider him a step-dad to this good, dumb, muscle-bound jock that loved his dad.

"yoh, dad, you coming to my football game this Friday?" I said, completely unaware of the previous tranced state I was in and the past life that I lived out.

"Of course." He said smiling, loving the good son you had become.

As we chatted the door unlocked, revealing to us the lady that was my previous mom.

#tf story #straight to gay #musk tf #jockification #male transformation #mental change #hypnosis #dumber #jock tf #reality change

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joongbin · 4 months ago

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— pervert! - c. bc

chan has been needy lately, especially for your touch after the busy schedule ended. all those promotions were done and the two of you finally had time for each other, and that time was the time to punish chan for all those naughty touches he sneaked during photoshoots.

IDOL!chan x 9thmbr!male reader

SMUT - warnings: chan is a perv, gentle to rough, spanking.

pervert chan for u all — hua

Chan kissed you on the cheek lightly, purposely rubbing your bulge right in the changing room. You groaned, clicking your tongue at Chan.

" Chan, we've talked about this.. Just wait for a bit more, okay?" You say, leaving him to fix up your makeup as he whined, he was so pent up. Stress from working so much was overwhelming him. It's okay, once it's all over, he gets to feel you again.

Chan has been at this since the start of promotions, just leaving lingering touches he knew you couldn't resist, and he needed your cock inside him badly. It's been so long since he's felt you fill him up. He rubbed his thighs together as you all went to your next concert stage.

A month after that, and those teasing touches, everything finally slowed down. Everyone had a break and was asked to only film vlogs. You stayed with Chan at his parent's home, his siblings and parents well aware of you being his boyfriend.

One night, Chan got needy. He grinded against your thigh as you praised him, making him whine alot.

" Fuck.. (name), please.. Touch me..? " Chan begged, his eyes looking up as he pleaded for you to just touch him. Maybe it felt too good, maybe he just wanted you. In any case, Chan grinding on your thigh was definitely a sight to see, you definitely wondered how the fanboys and fangirls would react.

" Chan, be more patient. Besides, you were the one that kept touching me. You're the one that was needy. " Chan groaned at your words, his hands gripping on your shoulders for dear life with a wet patch slowly forming on his boxers.

" I know- I know.. I'm sorry.. c'mon, just make me cum.. once is enough for me.. please.. " Chan pleaded with you, using his best puppy eyes to convince you. You thought about it, and you did want to try something with Chan. You were sure he'd like it, since you did accidentally do it during one of your.. sessions.

Currently, you have Chan, bent over for you, presenting his ass. He looked flushed, his hair disheveled and his shirt rolled up to his waist. You were groping it, teasing Chan as he kept whining for you to hurry up.

" Patience, Chan. Don't you want to cum? " Chan's dick practically twitched at what you said as he nodded.

" Now, count how many times I spank you until you cum, got that? " Chan gave an affirmative nod, getting ready for you as he felt the first slap. He whined loudly, counting the first slap.

The second, third and fourth was doable, with him still being able to count despite his head being overwhelmed with pleasure.

Fifth, sixth, seventh were a bit more difficult, since by now, his cock was begging to cum. He whined as you carresed his ass, looking at you with tears practically about to come out.

Eighth, ninth and tenth had him on the brink, with barely any coherent words coming out of him, his thighs were shaking, and tears dropped on the mattress. Tears of pleasure and pain.

Eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth. He was so close— so close to cumming. Just a little bit more. His words were barely anything at this point, and drool was dripping down his chin.

Fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, eighteenth. Pants and whimpers came from him, his cock leaking so much precum. Just a little bit more.

Ninteenth and twenty. With a loud whine, his cum spurted out, his thighs shaking like crazy as he released on the mattress. You waited until he finished before setting him back on your lap, kissing him as you rubbed his ass, feeling a little bit sorry at how rough you were with your spanks.

" You okay? " You asked, earning a nod from him as he groaned. The pain was definitely coming to him now.

" .. Babe.. I don't think we can film any vlogs. "

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x y/n #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz fanfic #bang chan x male reader #kpop x male reader #x male smut #stray kids smut

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yois2aki · 11 months ago

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੭୧ chishiya with a reader who likes gift giving... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (requested)

— warnings: fluff, ooc chishiya, beach arc, love confession, shy chishiya ohhh....

— summary: your gift giving and weird fact telling habit seemed to catch chishiya's attention. that was until it got too much to him.

— word count: 1.3k

people could tell you had a habit of collecting things that caught your interest in the most random occurrences. the motive had never been elucidated, as you wouldn't mind the others staring.

coming home from games tired and exhausted was part of your weekly routine. sometimes, you would refuse to take the car back to the beach just to breathe some air and later walk back by yourself.

it was unusual for you to come back empty-handed. during your time in the borderlands, you found out that gift giving was a pretty easy way for you to show your affection towards others. and even though sometimes you'd look at a pretty rock and mention it to kuina, or tell mira a random fact you heard about some time back in the real world, nothing compared to the surprises you'd prepare, chishiya.

you have noticed, way before even getting close to him, that he does not seem to get fazed by anything. if he complimented you, that'd be a reason for your sleep to be slightly better than the other nights.

knowing that about him, you made it your daily goal to try and steal a reaction from him. from the littlest things, like telling him all about how you learned that cheetahs don't roar but instead meow and purr. to more thoughtful stuff, like gifting him a personally handmade butterfly origami you spent an hour trying to figure out.

chishiya didn't understand the point of all this effort you took to catch him by surprise. why you were so devoted to making him seem happier. he had lost interest in life a long time ago. so why did he look forward to your every day's information?

"it's for you," you said, handing him a roughly made bouquet of red, white, and yellow flowers you plucked from a garden. "i don't have a place to keep them, and you seem like a much more responsible person for treating flowers."

chishiya knew that wasn't the real reasoning behind it, since your little presents and surprises every day had already become something he expected. he took the poorly made bouquet in his hands, which didn't really look like a bouquet, just a bunch of flowers gathered around.

he kept his eyes on them for a while, almost becoming philosophical from looking at them. he seemed to recognize this kind of plant; however, his memory betrayed him.

"these flowers are called chrysanthemus," you started, biting your lip in apprehension, in case he thought the idea of gifting him a bouquet was stupid. "or simply mums, or chrysanths."

chishiya didn't really know what to say. every single gift you had given him so far were simple things he found amusing but didn't pay much attention to. however, for some reason, being gifted a bouquet seemed to make his heart throb a little faster. he couldn't help but imagine the scenario in his head. you, contently plucking the flowers out of their natural spot and wrapping them together, thinking of him while doing so.

if he were with you at that moment, he probably wouldn't have minded it as much as he does now. instead complaining about the fact you're disturbing the eco system and urging you to leave the plants be. but he couldn't bring himself to be upset with you right now, not while you were so shyly giving him a bouquet of flowers.

"did you know these are native to east asia?" you commented, and he started listening intently. "however, the center of diversity is in china. i was quite lucky to find them."

chishiya felt like he should say something. perhaps a snarky remark on how you really gave yourself the need to study flowers well enough to recognize them, or maybe a lighter response like a simple thank you and a smile. but no coherent sentences could be formed in his mind, let alone out of his mouth.

at this point, he felt like even the flowers were judging him, given how silent the whole room felt. chishiya knew of the habit of giving others plants, obviously, but he had never even been on the giving end. how was he supposed to react to the receiving one?

it's necessary to mention that he also felt foolish. normally, it's the more serious person on both ends that gives the bouquet, as a way to show their appreciation towards the other if the physical touch or the words of affirmation are too tough. not the other way around.

"i also heard that the white variant of this species means truth, the yellow one means slighted love, and the red one means—" you suddenly stopped your words, your eyes opening like you had just seen a ghost, your line of thinking interrupting itself without your demanding.

"chishiya," you couldn't help but stand still, trying to make sure what you were seeing was true. the rosy tint present on his cheeks is getting more perceptible by the second. "are you blushing?"

he could only turn his head to the side in an attempt to avoid your attention. if he had the ability to sense others's feelings, he would be certain of the biggest smile on your face without even looking. this was definitely the largest process you had made so far, ever since you started this habit of yours. pride filled your chest as you finally realized you were the one capable of teasing him and getting revenge for all the times he made you feel like an idiot.

"why are you so shy?" you asked with a present smirk on your face. your voice alone was a sign you were smiling, not going easy on the teasing. "it's just flowers; have you never been given some?"

"shut up." chishiya managed to mumble out, seemingly not caring about whether you heard it or not.

he turned around, still with the flowers in hand, standing in an awkward position as he tried to remember who he even was and what he was doing here. he suddenly stared at an empty jar on his desk, his movements returning to usual as he seemed to have calmed down a bit, away from your gaze.

"hey!" you scurried after him, the smile unable to leave your face as your mind repeated the image of chishiya shuntaro speechless for once. "i wasn't done; don't run away!"

he ignored your protests, grabbing the handle with strength and almost kicking the bathroom door open, seemingly using anger to cope with the embarrassment he just presented you with. you could only imagine what was going on inside his mind. probably a ton of insulting words running towards him for looking like an idiot once in his life.

he filled the jar with water to a certain point, shoving the flowers inside it, and left the bathroom as he threw the item back on his desk.

"there you go," he began. back to that sharp tone of voice he normally uses, he still refused to turn around and look at you. "your plants are safe and sound."

"you still shouldn't have plucked them out of a garden." he sourly informed. you wondered if he was trying to save the littlest bit of dignity he had left on his soul; unfortunately, you were feeling quite mean that night.

"they were so pretty, though!" you whined out, your hands sitting at your hips. "oh, by the way..."

"the red variant of the chrysanths means i love you." you said with that devious voice again. the only thing that changed in chishiya's posture was the red tint of the flowers, now matching the color present on the tips of his ears.

— n/a: KANDKSJFKEJFNSJDN THIS WAS SO CUTEEEE!! i love writing shy chishiya or stupid chishiya in love he's such a loser....... (i say about a man who's 13 times smarter than me) :cc it's quite sad i have to get a bit outside his character to make it better but i still loved writing this. i hope you guys like it as much!!!

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rcbdo · 4 months ago

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mess it up

sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu x f!reader

part four - masterlist

word count: 1,561

tw: implied history of abuse, injury - mention of blood

It was late in the evening when Sakusa Kiyoomi finally woke up. He reached over and found Atsumu’s side of the bed cold and undisturbed. He rolled his eyes; the idiot was probably still at the gym, undoubtedly pushing himself too far. Atsumu rarely took matters of health and wellbeing seriously, much to Sakusa’s chagrin.

A pleasant aroma had filled the apartment. As Sakusa rubbed his eyes, he picked up on rustling sounds coming from the kitchen. Maybe Atsumu was home after all.

Sakusa slipped on his sweatpants before making his way down the hall. Sure enough, something was being prepared. The savory aroma seemed to awaken Sakusa’s appetite; he hadn’t eaten much today. He smiled softly at the humming coming from around the corner.

He took another step forward, then froze.

It wasn’t Atsumu.

It was you.

He frowned, frustrated to find himself alone with you again. It’s not that he didn’t like you; in fact, he was surprised how much you had grown on him in these past weeks. No, it was the longing within him that frustrated him. He was finally happy. He loved Atsumu and the life they had built together. But something in him yearned to reach out to you, to be something more. And that terrified him.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sakusa didn’t think to announce his presence. You turned, and shrieked in surprise.

Sakusa started as well, first at your scream, then at the sound of the wine glass you held shattering across the floor.

After glaring down at the mess, his eyes returned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I’m so—” you began.

“What the hell?” Sakusa snapped, trying to control his temper. It was an accident, he knew that. But he was sick, and tired, and now had this mess to deal with.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, shrinking further back. “I’m really sorry. I’ll clean this up now.”

You crouched down and began to pick up pieces of broken glass. Sakusa noticed you trembling. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to startle you so badly.

He exhaled, taking a moment to compose himself. “Here, let me help,” he said as he stepped into the small space.

“It’s ok, I’ve got it,” you said, your voice strained.

Sakusa continued forward, reaching his longer frame over you to pick up a towel from the counter.

“No!” you cried out as he loomed over you. Sakusa watched, horrified, as you hurried to scramble away from him. Right through the shattered glass.

He froze. Again. His mind was racing, but he could seem to form coherent thoughts.

You were huddled in the corner now, clutching your wounded hand against your chest. Tears began to slip down your face, but your eyes never left him.

“Why did you—are you ok?” he finally managed to ask.

“I’m sorry. Just give me a second. I’ll clean it up,” you replied meekly.

“It’s ok,” Sakusa said softly, crouching down to your level. “Can I look at your hand? That looks pretty bad.”

You looked down at your hand, eyes widening as if you were just now registering the injury. Blood had already begun to drip down your forearm.

“It’s ok,” Sakusa repeated, feeling like he was talking down a skittish animal. “I have a first aid kit, but you may need stitches. Can I take a look?”

He inched himself forward, but you immediately flinched. He paused, not knowing what to do. Were you really that scared of him?

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, then rushed past him and down the hall before he could register what was going on.

He jumped up to follow you, but heard the bathroom door shut and the lock click.

Still, he tried the doorknob. Sakusa called your name, knocking gently on the door.

“Please. I just want to help.”

No response.

Sakusa paced back in forth in front of the door. He tried to get you to respond a few more times, to no avail. He then glanced back and noticed drops of blood on the floor. Should he break down the door? What if you lost too much blood and passed out?

As Sakusa’s thoughts began to spiral, he knew he had to act. He ran back to the bed room and grabbed his phone, calling Atsumu. You were his friend, his ex, after all. He would know what to do.

No answer.

Sakusa dialed again.

Still no answer.

He tried a third time and felt like throwing his phone against the wall at the sound of Atsumu’s stupid voicemail greeting.

My name is Miya Atsumu. I’m your favorite volleyball player’s favorite volleyball player. And I’m serving exactly what you are. Cu—*beep*

“Atsumu, call me back as soon as you get this,” Sakusa seethed, then hung up to text him the same message. Atsumu was notorious for neglecting his phone during practice. Who knows when he would respond. Sakusa had to figure something else out.

Osamu was his second choice, but he was all the way back in Hyogo. Sakusa pinched the bridge of his nose and made another call.

“Hey cuz!” Motoya answered cherrily. “What’s up?”

“Hi. Do you have Suna’s number?” Sakusa asked, cutting straight to the chase.

“Uh, yeah. I can text it to you. Is everything ok?” Motoya asked warily.

Sakusa hesitated. The situation felt like something you wouldn’t want shared with strangers, but he was in way over his head. He needed guidance, and he trusted Motoya. He quickly relayed the situation, keeping his voice low so you wouldn’t overhear.

“Shit, that does sound bad,” Motoya replied, “Good call on reaching out to Suna, he always has his phone on him. I’ll text you his number and let him know to get in touch with you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Sakusa sighed, feeling relieved to have a plan coming together.

“Of course. Do you need me to come over?” Motoya offered.

“No, not right now. I don’t want to make it worse,” Sakusa answered.

There was a pause, then Sakusa phone buzzed as Suna’s contact information came through.

“There’s Suna’s number,” Motoya said, “And Omi—I know you’re trying, but be gentle with her, ok?”

Sakusa’s heart clenched. Even Motoya, a complete stranger to you, showed more compassion than he had been able to.

“Yeah. Thanks again,” Sakusa said before hanging up. He slumped against the wall and took a deep breath, glancing back at the closed door. You still hadn’t emerged, or made a single sound for that matter.

Before Sakusa could spiral further, his phone began to vibrate.

“This is Saku–”

“What did you do?” Suna Rinatoru asked harshly.

“I don’t know!” Sakusa snapped, then quickly lowered his voice. “I don’t know. I startled her, then tried to help clean up a broken glass and startled her again. She literally crawled through the glass to get away from me, Suna. Now she’s locked herself in the bathroom, and Atsumu won’t answer his goddamn phone, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Fuck, ok, calm down,” Suna replied, his tone much softer, “I’m leaving now, I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Can you slide your phone under the door? Or put me on speaker?”

“Yeah, I can put you on speaker,” Sakusa said as he stumbled towards the door. He knocked gently, then set his phone down.

“Hey, Baby,” Suna said, using the nickname Sakusa didn’t have the courage to employ himself. “I’m coming over, alright. You doing ok?”

The silence between the two men was thick.

“Uh...can she hear me?” Suna asked.

“I think so,” Sakusa whispered back. He could hear the sounds of the city in the background as Suna made his way towards the train station.

“Hmm. Oh! One tap on the door for you’re ok, two taps for you’re not ok,” Suna suggested. Sakusa held his breath, hoping you would answer. Hoping that you were ok, and not bleeding out alone on the floor. He needed you to be ok so he could fix this.

Tap tap tap

Sakusa straightened up, then looked down at his phone.

“Did I hear three taps?” Suna asked.

“Yeah. What does that mean?” Sakusa asked.

“I dunno man, I didn’t make up a code for three knocks. Babes, you lose too much blood in there?”

Tap tap

“Should I take that as no you didn’t lose too much blood or no you’re not ok?” Suna asked worriedly.

Tap

“Ask yes or no questions,” Sakusa huffed.

“You ask them, man! You’re there,” Suna snapped back, “Geez, she was probably telling you to fuck off.”

Tap

Sakusa’s eyes widened. Suna chuckled over the phone.

“Baby’s got jokes, then. Sakusa, I’m hanging up and getting on the train. I’ll be there in a few minutes. It’s gonna be ok.”

Sakusa ended the call, then stared at his reflection in the blank screen. He realized how intensely his brows were knitted, which probably wasn't helping his pounding headache. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself before even more chaos ensued.

In the silence of the apartment, Sakusa hoped. He hoped Suna could help you. He hoped Atsumu would come home and smooth things over. He hoped you would be ok. But most of all, he hoped he hadn't irrevocably messed up what was between you before it even had a chance to start.

#we're just going full send and seeing how this goes #invisible string series #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu #sakuatsu #sakuatsu x reader #haikyuu fic #divider credit: thecutestgrotto

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