#like dog bites fucking wrecked me if we do that in this universe... its over for me

[bisexualmikisayaka]

jerseydevious’s mythology series literally everything i ever wanted 

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Hey, it’s me again! ^_^ I hope I don’t bother you too much with my requests, but your posts are so cool I just can’t help it. Upon completing Yakuza 4 I’ve had a lot of thoughts and feels about Daigo and how his character was handled across the series. To be honest, at first I didn’t like him much, because he seemed pretty bland (and his screen time leaves much to be desired), but soon enough he’s really grown on me. What is your opinion on him if you don’t mind me asking?

I definitely do not mind requests! Meta is my bread and butter c: I’ve just been busy for a few days, sorry ^^; And... my opinions on Daigo are not going to be as mindblowing or exciting as my opinions on Kiryu, I’ll be real ^^; And there’s a big advantage in Kiryu being the protag, All of the content is about him ^^; I do love Daigo, I think he’s a super interesting character, but his tragedy is just what you pointed out, he’s underutilized. And he isn’t set up very well to have the position he holds. 

But, so saying, let’s get into my essay on Daigo ^^; 

So, we meet Daigo properly in game 2. There’s little side stories with baby Daigo in Zero which helps build Daigo’s and Kiryu’s relationship and set up for what would later happen, but we don’t really know him until game 2. And game 2 is a LOT about Daigo and his arc and what he’s meant to be! There’s a tumblr text post meme somewhere with a pic of Daigo depressed in his little puffy white coat that says “And I’ll probably become the next chairman of the Tojo Clan. Things like that just happens to guys like me.” and that is totally accurate! Like, it’s a funny thing to complain about, but that’s obviously the struggle Daigo’s having, understanding from a young age that it was obviously his destiny to succeed Sohei, the only problem is uh... well... Kiryu. 

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dojima Sohei never became chairman of the Tojo Clan. And that’s really wild thinking back to Zero and how powerful he was, he was all but a shoo in for chairman. But then, uh... Kiryu. Kiryu happened. Kiryu, and Majima I should say, are the reason Sera becomes chairman, not Sohei. Forever upsetting the wheels of fate. Given where we see Sohei next, I can’t imagine that he ever really recovered from that upset ^^; And I’m SURE it made him bitter towards Kiryu the rest of his life. And considering, again, where we see him next, I think the canon supports this ^^; 

So what becomes of Daigo’s destiny then? His father had victory snatched away, destiny denied, and everything he had slowly crumbles over time, leaving his son with less and less to inherit, but still with the ideology that he should take this over. That’s an awkward position to be in. 

And then Sera dies. Ooh, golly, I wonder who the next chairman’s gonna- it’s Kiryu. Of course it’s fucking Kiryu, how could it not be? It OBVIOUSLY should be Kiryu. He’s the strongest, the bravest, and who inspires the most loyalty. It doesn’t matter that Kiryu’s never been in leadership before, he TURNS people. Kiryu could get anyone on his side through sheer force of personality, which is hilarious to say about a guy with maybe 3 facial expressions. But tell me I’m wrong. I cannot count the number of part-time antagonists who turned on a dime because Kiryu beat their ass. And anyone who can do that can rule the world. Kiryu was absolutely the best pick for chairman and I will fight the world on this.

(Abbreviated for length, this is a LONG post)

But... then Kiryu makes the stupidest decision of his entire fucking life and renounces the chairmanship. And he has his reasons, feeling unworthy, traumatized from the events of Kiwami 1, unsure if he even wants to stay in the yakuza or if there’s maybe something else he wants to do with his life... he’s going through a lot of intense self-reflection and self-doubt and, I hate to harp on it, but fucking trauma. His brother blew himself up in front of him in a bid for redemption after all but telling Kiryu that all of his mistakes are Kiryu’s fault. Yeah, no, I’m sure Kiryu’s doing FINE with that. So, like, I can see why Kiryu said no, but it was still... fucking nuts. And it irrevocably changed the trajectory of everyone in this universe. Which Kiwami 2 goes out of its way to explore. Kiryu’s leaving? Majima fucking retires, Terada’s suspect, there aren’t any old, loyal hands left to lead the families, and we see how vulnerable the Tojo clan is on every side because Kiryu just up and fucked off. 

(I have A LOT of feelings about Kiryu being chairman and someday I will have the strength to write the AU we all deserve where Kiryu stays as chairman)

So... the wheel of fate turns and oh yeah remember Daigo? Dojima Sohei’s son Daigo? The kid who’s been raised his whole life to take over the clan only to be denied at every turn? How’s he doing? Not great! It turns out, not great! Kiryu, his father figure, killed his ACTUAL father, but didn’t really, took the blame for some other weird guy, leaving Daigo with one badass mother and very little direction in life. Daigo’s been brought up thinking he’ll take over a great kingdom but all that’s left now is a broken wreck about to be demolished and picked apart by scavengers. Great, yeah, just what any kid wants to inherit. And he wasn’t trained to fix this, it’s kinda shitty to saddle him with destiny and then not train him for the thing that actually has to be done and then do it anyway. It’s real shitty actually. And not many people help Daigo. 

Daigo couldn’t have taken the chairmanship directly from Sera, he was still just a teenager then. But it probably would have been nice if Kiryu checked in with him even fucking once since getting out of jail. But no, we never explain on screen to Daigo what happened as far as I can remember. Which, I feel, is a pretty fucking big oversight. How the fuck is Daigo supposed to trust you Kiryu? Or we’re supposed to believe he just figured it out off screen and holds no grudges? Like, I’m sure knowing Kiryu didn’t kill Sohei helps, but he couldn’t fucking tell you that himself? He couldn’t trust you with that information or that conversation? Fuck this. Very understandably, Daigo has his own crisis of faith about the yakuza, very much in parallel to Kiryu’s. Why the fuck SHOULD he go to bat for a crumbling organization that has only proven itself to be a dog chasing its own tail, willing to devour itself at the slightest provocation? It took his father, both his fathers, and he didn’t really get either of them back. Why the fuck should he try to fix that? 

And to its credit, Kiwami 2 does a decent job of articulating Daigo’s motivations there. I could have done with even more, but I think they do him credit in showing him as disenfranchised and lost. And I think it’s refreshing to see someone have to confront the consequences of what’s happened since Kiryu left. Because the games don’t do a good job of showing that this is Kiryu’s direct fault. They never like to make Kiryu’s decisions have consequence, which is poor use of a protag. Rightly or wrongly, their decisions ALWAYS have consequence, or they’re not the protag. You can’t have it both ways. If this person is going to matter then, guess what, their consequences matter. Kiryu turned away. Rightly or wrongly, he did that. Daigo will never get that opportunity. Child of destiny. Not only was he bred and raised for this, he doesn’t know how to do anything else either. He doesn’t have other options the way Kiryu does. And we’re in a terrible vacuum of power. Terada’s namely in charge, but no one’s loyal to him. Even if he wasn’t deliberately fostering this, the Tojo Clan can’t survive without faith in their leader. Daigo, by fact of being his fathers’ son, can bind what’s left. And he has to because Kiryu won’t. Which is... really shitty. So either Daigo does this, or we all hang. And we never quite articulate that this is on Kiryu’s say so. Kiryu could still take over now and fix it he just... won’t.

And on top of this already comfortably stressful situation... we set Daigo up to come into a stable situation of power, where his transition would be smooth. We didn’t give him the tools to know how to salvage. He’s not practiced negotiating with hostile entities or even just people who will resent him because he’s young. And he’s lost a lot of faith, without even charisma and willpower on his side, this is a massively uphill battle. If he doesn’t believe, who else will believe him? Daigo knows this. And we watch that struggle go on, all while Kiryu just cheerleads. He hasn’t decided yet if he’s gonna stay in the yakuza either and he’s lowkey depressed after Kiwami 1. Lowkey he’s just suffering depression and can’t do as much as he normally would. Not an excuse, but I think an important way to read how tired and reluctant he is. Some therapy would really fucking help. 

Anyway, we manage to get through Kiwami 2 and install Daigo as chairman, at which point Kiryu fucks off for good. Now, he kinda/sorta leaves some supports for Daigo, in Majima specifically, but also in Kashiwagi and I wanna believe in Daigo’s mom too. She was so cool and then we just... never talked about her again ^^; Laaaame *sigh* So, I guess, Kiryu did try to fulfill his remaining responsibilities as Daigo’s living father, but mostly it was just an excuse for him to leave and not feel guilty. Mostly it was him foisting off his duties onto someone else. He didn’t stay to teach Daigo everything he knew about the people Daigo would have to control. He didn’t teach Daigo and Majima how to talk to each other, a thing which REPEATEDLY comes back to bite us in the ass. He’s not there for Daigo to ask advice and help. Kiryu is full of confidence for Daigo, he’s not TRYING to make him fail, but Kiryu’s so caught up in his own need to leave, he neglects to people who need him. 

And Daigo, to his everlasting credit, does his best to get by without Kiryu’s help. As much as possible, he never calls to ask Kiryu for help. And he does grow into a quite competent chairman! He does successfully rehabilitate the Tojo Clan, he makes them profitable again, he insists on respect and people don’t run amok under him. He does it, he salvages a dying organization. And he may not even really believe in it, but he has such a sense of responsibility, he does it anyway. He knows there’s no one else. He knows if he goes to Kiryu and says I don’t want this, Kiryu won’t help him. Kiryu didn’t mean for it to happen this way, he didn’t mean to be selfish and put others in a bad position. But he wasn’t there to listen. And I think Kiryu eventually comes to rue that. 

The very unfortunate thing about Kiryu is... he is a dragon. Even though he is kind and generous and not greedy in a conventional sense, he is greedy. As much as Kiryu is a powerhouse because come hell or high water, he does what he thinks is right... this also makes him extremely selfish. He can be blind to other people’s needs and refused to be tied down. Again, for the best of reasons, because he’s trying to raise a family, because this environment is triggering for him, but he just hauls off and does things instead of talking to anyone which... makes him impossible to have a working relationship with. He has to learn to talk and to listen and that he can’t make all of the decisions by himself. The great irony being, Kiryu never wants to, but he doesn’t know how to ask for help. He’s so used to have everything put on him, he doesn’t realize it doesn’t have to be that way... but anyway, I’m getting caught up ^^; The point is, he thinks because he ditched the Tojo Clan they no longer care about him. Which is... naive at best. Of course people still care about you dumbass. Which makes Kiryu a massive vulnerability to the Tojo. In 3 and 4, Daigo makes stupid calls trying to protect Kiryu and trying to protect his interests. And because Kiryu hasn’t left open an avenue for them to talk, Daigo has to make these decisions on his own with bad information and he does his fucking best. But... he doesn’t know how to make the best of what he has, not like Kiryu would, and he fucks up sometimes. 

I really, really love game 4 for that reason. Daigo’s fuck up is SO understandable, SO reasonable. It sounded like a good idea, it sounded like peace and harmony. And he was left without a leg to stand on before he knew it. In many ways, it wasn’t his fault. Kiryu himself says as much. And I may never forgive the end of 4 for letting Kiryu REALIZE he defaulted on his responsibilities but then, instead of changing his behavior in any way, he fucks off back to Okinawa. God... *siiiigh* ANYWAY. 

And this struggle, this lack of communication, but unstated loyalty, comes full circle in game 5. When Daigo is literally drowning, literally knows he’s going to fail this time and there’s nothing he can do, and even when he’s with Kiryu, he can’t bring himself to ask for help. He knows Kiryu won’t or can’t. Instead he asks for absolution. He tries to tell his dad he’s just been doing his best and... he’s sorry for the terrible things that are about to happen. How gutting that Daigo can only see himself as a failure because... he’s not Kiryu. No one’s Kiryu. Even Kiryu refuses to be Kiryu. But Daigo knows if he was just Kiryu, things would be better. He’s not a legend. He’s not a god. He’s not all-powerful or crazy or impossible. He’s just a guy, doing his best because he had to. Because there was no one else. And some days Daigo does great, but a lot of days, he doesn’t measure up. And that eats at Daigo like mold. Kiryu would NEVER look at Daigo this way. Heck, most people at that point would never compare them. It’s in Daigo’s head, but it still hurts. He’s still, even now, looking up to Kiryu and he’ll just... never quite get there. 

This is the only good thing I will ever say about game 6, and it was still 2 or 3 games too late, but Kiryu finally acknowledging Daigo as his son was good. Kiryu saying he was proud and saying he was grateful was good. Again, several games late, but... it still mattered. It still mattered that, in the end, Kiryu recognized his legacy in Daigo. That he understood so much of what Daigo did and does and is and was is for him. That mattered. 

Daigo is a great chairman who takes care of his clan. But he was robbed of his relationship with his father. The games never work on the relationships that exist, strong relationships, for reasons I will never understand. Games 3, 4, and 5 would have been SO much more interesting if we had just like Kiryu talk to his fucking friends. Two would have been SO much easier if Kiryu had just been fucking chairman like he was fucking supposed to be and the transition of power to Daigo came later and smoother, with Kiryu helping to make it. Daigo tries his hardest every day and he’s an incredible negotiator and savior after all the shit he’s had to pull the Tojo Clan through, kicking and screaming and fighting to tear itself apart every damn day. The generation above him is all legends, Majima and Saejima and Kiryu. Daigo isn’t one of them. But he’s better because he was here and because he tries and because he succeeds. We need Daigo. We deserve him. 

[edgeofmyniall]

a niall horan one shot

13k words

Heat.

That was the first thing I felt when I met Niall.

It’s not the physical presence of fever that I felt, per say, when I met him, although it was there. His body reaked of heat from the days he spent in the glowing sun where the shining ball of hot gas roasted his skin into a tanned glow, but it was the invisible presence of our words, the way we talked to one another that brought the heavy weight of warmth between us. His touch burned my cool skin for the first time where his palm grasped my wrist so tenderly I almost didn’t turn back to look at him, but it was an internal scar I’m willing to bear for the rest of my life if it meant that the heat stayed between us.

And it did.

The fire between us,as we grew to know each other, burned brightly as the only source of light in the night. We found that we were similar in some aspects of our lives: we both like sports, we’re both foodies, and we tend to look at the world with kindness, and lastly, we are both sarcastic assholes.

Our differences made us appreciate each other as well. Where he can stun a room into quietness, the world tends to fold in on me when I’m in a full room of people. He is loud where I am quiet. He is outgoing where I try to avoid speaking to anyone if at all possible.

We both tend to think that the universe put us together for a reason instead of a season because no matter what occurs in our lives, we’re still there for each other.

Our personalities mesh well together. We know what each other is thinking and sometimes we tend to finish each other's sentences. Our differences complement each other. He would lead me through crowds and talk enough for the both of us. I would laugh louder than him and grab enough beers while grocery shopping for the two of us. There was something more than environmental about us.

But what we chose was merely physical.

Niall’s fingers melt the coolness of my skin when he touches me, and like ice on a hot day, my body dissolves into his when we around on another. We chose this life- to always sweat and melt and cool off with each other with no responsibilities or repercussions. We were without any explanation, friends with benefits.

Often times I find myself lonely in my apartment. I share the space with only my dog who might as well be oblivious to the fact that I’m even alive as of all the times I have come home to him sleeping halfway on the couch. In these times of loneliness I call up Niall to come over. There are times where I go to his home and share the same space with him for the weekend, but I’m out of my comfort zone when I’m not home. Afraid to touch and break anything of his, I normally take up little space as possible to minimize the percentage of me becoming embarrassed. I am quiet. I speak softly and tenderly. And along with the fact that he has roommates.

At home, I take up as much space as I want and leave little to no room for fear. If I break it, oh well. I am loud, louder than I should be. I tell when I talk, and scream when I yell. And I like to think Niall likes to see this side of me, so when I ask him to come over, he does without hesitation.

At first he used to pack a bag for the night or weekend long fuck fest that we partake in, but after leaving small things like his toothbrush, his phone charger, and his decent hair gel, I made room for him. He has his own drawer in my dresser, his own shampoo and soap in my shower, his own food in my pantry as if he divides his time between my house and his. He calls my apartment his second home, but it’s more like his third if we’re being rational. He knows where I keep my silverware and my good plates for the few guests I have, but most importantly he knows where I keep my hidden chocolate and when he sees I’m running low, he grabs some go replenish.

As I grew to know Niall, the nervousness died. My words wouldn’t stumble over themselves. My body wouldn’t shakily involuntarily as I talked to him on the phone. My heart stopped beating against its cage like a prisoner locked inside a cell. He turned from my trembling desire to my steady peace. My words flow like velvet when I speak to him, confident and known. My body only trembled under his touch, and my heart… my heart still is trying to break away from its cavity.

Tonight was one of those nights that I was drowning in loneliness, like the ocean of singleness had swallowed me up and spat me out into the rough waves and currents of being by myself. And it’s not that I don’t like being by myself, I do; I just hate feeling lonely.

The music blared through the speakers that hung on my living room walls- the bass and melody trembling down the painted sheet rock. I’m sure I will get a noise complaint soon, but for the moment, I want to drown out the lifelessness of my apartment. The sun's rays beat down into my safety as I look past the City of Angels. Los Angeles was always busy. To me, it was the city that never sleeps, but to others it was the land of equal opportunity. It was when I moved to LA that I met Niall through mutual friends. He found me sitting with my back against the wall playing Mario Kart on my phone while everyone else danced on the LED flooring of some bar that we had all met at.

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“Wanna dance?” the newest manboy I met looked down at me as I won the last lap of Mario Kart. He was handsome in a rugged sense; I could see why many of the girls flocked to him. He was smooth with his words and like velvet with the way he moved. Confident. Eager. He was something I had never seen before.

“I don’t really dance,” I was louder than I wanted to be when talking to someone I barely know, but the music would not die down for any conversation.

“One song, and then I’ll spend the rest of the night not worryin’ if ya had a good time or not,” he quirked his brow up and his devious smile folded into his face. I knew that even if I said no, this would not be the last of Niall Horan.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what you’re worried about,” I rolled my eyes before getting up. He stood taller than me, only by a few inches, and I could smell the hunger on him. His burnt orange shirt meshed well his tanned skin that glowed under the dim bar lights.

“Oi, she’s got a bit of bite in this one!” Niall laughed deeply. I brushed past his outstretched hand and felt a jolt of electricity current coursing through my body. I looked back at him before smiling with only one side of my mouth and asked, “You coming?”

Niall’s hips fit into mine like a groove. Our bodies were made for each other. He took my hips into his hands and swayed back and forth as my back touched his stomach. His hot breath left its imprint on my skin as he whispered into my ear sweet nothings. His mouth found its home on my neck and that is the spark of the fire.

When the song ended its course, I thought it best to leave now or my world would change paths. As I tried walking away, I felt the ginger touch of Niall’s palm on my wrist. He was hanging on by a thread, and I felt my soul on fire.

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The white front door swung open to Niall holding a bag of clean clothes and more toothpaste, letting the booming bass escape my fortress. He smiled at me as I stood, pantless, in the empty wooden floored hallway with only my socks covering my lower body.

He had a key. He asked one day after weeks of being friends without strings attached if I wanted a key to his house. I hesitated, but finally gave in when his eyes lit up in the slightly darkened room at the idea of swapping keys after fucking intense enough to exhaust all parts of our body except communication. His smile reached his ears as he gave his excuse for exchanging keys: “Incase ya ever miss me when I’m gone.” But now, my sheets smell like Niall, and I never want to leave bed.

I stood with my back to Niall as I let the music fill me. Whenever Rihanna comes on my playlist, my body moves in ways I didn’t know possible. I sway my head back and forth with my eyes closed to let the words touch my soul, something music has always done to me. It’s when I turn around to see Niall leaned against the hallway wall that I jump.

“Hello, lover,” Niall’s playful name for me rings my heart, and it hurts- good or bad, I don’t know.

“Hi,” I say softly as I turn the volume down with my remote. “You scared me.” He looks me up and down with an intrigued look on his face: a soft smile, a cocked brow, and eyes wandering.

“Nice look ya got there,” his arms are crossed as his left cheek folds into his grin. “Is this a summer look we’re going for, or a- is that my shirt?” Niall cuts himself off of his own question. I roll my eyes.

“I can’t fit into your shirts. Ya girl has thighs, gut, and boobs. Remember?” I turn around to leave for the living room

“Oi, I remember,” the starving words hit me like a wrecking ball. He followed me, those feet of his glided across my hardwood floor as if it belonged to him. I felt his hand grab my hips gently and he pulled me into the same position that we had been in so long ago. My back lay flat on his torso and I could almost feel his heartbeat or was that the music? I rested my head in the crook of his neck, my hair falling against his skin. The slow song hums through our moments. It’s about love- something I have for Niall, but the same could not be said for him. Or can it?

His right hand is holding my stomach that hangs out slightly. I used to be nervous about this, but this is where Niall’s hands always rest. I grab his hand and turn his hand palm up. I place my hand onto his palm and feel all but the jolt of electricity hit my skin. He holds up our touching palms and examines the pair. His fingers loom over mine and where my fingers are frail, his are thick. His calloused fingertips hover over the top of my fingers. I smile.

“Your hands are bigger than mine,” I state the obvious. My heart swells at the thought of him.

“They got to be. To handle you,” Niall laughs deeply and his smile melts into my burning skin. I’ve got myself into deep and I’d drown in the essence of him.

A Whitney Houston song plays, but, in our solstice, we stay. It’s the unspoken hunger that ravages us. I want him. I need him.

Niall pushes the dip in my sides with both hands and guides me to the floor. It’s when I turn to look at him one last time that I see his blue eyes go dark.

My chest and stomach are pushed flat on the floor before Niall undresses himself. His clothes are left in a pool by our bodies, but they are long forgotten when he yanks my shirt off with the driving lust.

“Lift your ass up,” Niall’s husky voice rings in my ear and I feel his cool finger slide in between my legs. He rubs my clit gently in a hasty circular motion, but I’m already wet for him. I’ve been waiting for him.

“Yer so wet fer me, princess,” his accent grows thicker by the minute and I feel his hard cock press against me. “Ya want this?” I nod my head to stifle a moan. “Yeah ya do.” He takes his dick and pushes gently into my opening. Pressure builds and without warning, he slides out. I whine and look back at him, pouting.

“Please,” I beg. The half smirk dies and his mouth parts as he breathes hard. He wants it too.

He slowly pushes himself inside me and I feel the thrust drive deeper as he moves. His body hovers over mine as we lay on the floor. I push myself ass against his hips, letting him go deeper.

His right hand wraps around my chest to cling to my left arm, pushing me closer to him, to breathe me in. He moans against my skin.

“Fuck me, harder,” I breathe. My body is tense, and I feel the fire burning in my abdomen. “I need you.”

The fire is burning between us and I want to dowse myself in the flames.

His nails dig into my skin as he thrusts deep and hard, quickening is pace. I begin to feel a pinching feeling that overpowers the pressure of euphoria.

“Ow, babe, can...you?” Niall slips out of me before I can finish my question.

“You okay? Did I hurt ya?” The tender words wrap around me as he caresses my head. I nod.

“Yeah, maybe not put all of your body weight on me?”

Niall sinks into me again, pushing himself deep. Both of his palms are face down on the wood floor, pinning my body down. He delves as his entire cock is inside my wetness. I feel ripples of fire pulsating through my body and I grab Niall’s wrists digging my nails into his skin. My body tenses as my legs shake involuntarily as the trails of my fire burn out.

“I’m...gonna cum,” Niall’s thrust becomes rapid and out of rhythm as he pushes himself until he pulls out as let’s his undoing spurt onto my ass.

He lays down beside me, naked, on the cold hardwood floor. We let the music speak for us before either one says a word.

“Do ya… do ya ever think of when we met?” he asks.

“No, not really,” I lie. The moment is etched in my memory like a tattoo, permanent. I’ll never forget it. The silence that follows is ear shattering.

“I do.” Niall blurts. “All the time.”

“Really?” My heart jumps.

“My life changed. I had to get ya out of yer shell. Couldn’t have ya sitting in a bar by yerself,” he laughs as he caresses my hair behind my ear.

“No seriously, petal. You’ve changed me. I wanna be more than this,” his shaking hands wave between our naked bodies. “unless you don’t want to?” Niall’s breath is void. He’s holding it for my answer, and I’m bursting at the seams to give it. I smile and kiss him gently on his lips.

“Of course, my lover.”

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 13 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: Well, this is interesting. I really didn’t expect to finish this chapter so soon but Saturday was very productive and I got to work from home, which means I got 0 work done but instead chose to write. It is what it is.

Word Count: ~4.2K

Warnings: Implied smut, actually. Fluff. Lots of Clara/Annie time, lots of Gwil/Ben time. Drinking, swearing, the usual. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12

“It’s just an expression!”

“You called me a loser. Me!”

“Considering the fact that my girlfriend is a lot hotter than your girlfriend,” Ben glanced at Gwil, “I’d say it’s definitely a possibility.”

“First of all, that is disgusting!” Gwil faked a gag. “Second of all, I’m not the one who knocked up his mentally unstable girlfriend.”

“She’s not mentally unstable!”

“Right, okay,” Gwil snickered, “just crazy, then?”

“She’s not crazy.”

“Yep, sure.”

“She isn’t! Will you please put something else on, for fuck’s sake? I can’t believe you’re a Tom Jones fan!” Ben rolled his eyes. “God, you’re like an eighty year old man!”

“Fine, I’ll just put on some Abba then -”

“No!!!”

“Queen?”

“Might as well. We could rehearse.”

“I feel bad, rehearsing without the rest of the band.”

“She’s not mentally unstable!”

“Oh, back to that, then?” Gwil chuckled, “alright.”

“She just loves really, really hard.” Ben looked over at Gwil, who nodded slowly with puckered lips. “What?”

“I’ve never heard a more accurate description, is all.”

Ben and Gwil jumped a little when Roger’s screaming falsetto attacked them from the speakers. Frankie started howling along. Gwil quickly fumbled with the volume knob, turning it down to a reasonable volume.

“Ben, do you think you can go that high?”

“Once, Annie accidentally kneed me in the groin and I’m pretty sure I did.”

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Clara held up her third glass of wine with one hand as she pulled the hem of her oversized Wonder Woman t-shirt over her folded knees. She looked from her glass of wine to Annie’s bump, humming pensively.

“Banana?” Clara tilted her head slightly, “I wanna try something. Don’t breathe!”

“What?!”

“Stop breathing!”

“I need to breathe, you plum!” Annie scoffed. “What are you planning?”

“Lemme!” Clara leaned forward and carefully hovered her wine glass over Annie’s bump.  

“Oh, God,” Annie rolled her eyes and leaned back, “fine. Go ahead.”

“Yay!” Clara’s eyes lit up.

“But if I end up smelling like a drunk housewife, I’ll cut you.”

“You would never!”

“You know I would.” Annie glared at her best friend.

“Yeah, yeah,” Clara chuckled, “you still owe me a disembowelment from five years ago. All bark,” Clara placed the glass on Annie’s bump and leaned back, her hands in the air, smiling proudly. “No bite.”

Annie grabbed the glass and brought it to her nose, taking a deep breath.

“Bumpy,” Annie looked down and rubbed her bump with her other hand, “is it okay if mummy has a sip?”

“Annie!” Clara gasped just as Bumpy kicked Annie’s bladder.

“Guess not!” Annie grimaced and passed the glass off to Clara, scrambling to her feet and running as best as she could to the loo.

Annie didn’t even bother closing the door behind her. Wiggling her hips, she sat down and sighed with relief when Clara appeared in the doorway, wine glass in hand.

“Is the sex any different? Now that you’re preggers?” Clara glanced at her glass and downed its’ contents. “Like, super sensitive and whatnot?”

“I don’t know.” Annie tapped her toes on the tile flooring, leaning her elbows on her knees. She propped her chin on the palm of her hand and sighed. "Sex with Ben is always different.”

“I mean,” Clara leaned against the door frame and flipped her glass upside down, “I heard someone say it was like having sex while high on MJ”.

“He’s just so surprising,” Annie gushed as she rolled toilet paper around her hand, “can you please just turn around for a sec?”

“Banana, I’ve seen your bizz more times than I care to admit.”

“Yeah, but not when I peed!”

“Fine. I’ll just go pour me some more fun juice.”

“Yes!” Annie nodded, “you do that! You’re drinking for both of us now!”

“He’s just so freaking hot!” Clara yelled from the kitchen.

“I know!” Annie sighed with a smile, thinking of Ben. Suddenly, the realization hit her - maybe Clara wasn’t talking about Gwil anymore? “Wait! Who?”

###

“I know you’re in a rush,” Gwil was dancing in his seat, and not because of the music, “but I need to make a quick stop.”

“Christ, Gwil, even Frankie can hold it!” Ben groaned.

“First you call me a loser,” Gwil huffed, “then you compare me to a dog. Frankie?” Gwil twisted in his seat to look back at the sleepy pup, “need to go pee pee?”

Frankie started wagging her tail, slapping it against the back seat. Ben rolled his eyes and pulled over, turning his blinkers on.

“Well, go ahead then, you big baby!” he muttered as Gwil opened his door and took a few steps into the darkness. He drummed along to the music on the steering wheel as he waited for Gwil’s lanky body to collapse back into the passenger seat. “All good?”

“All good.”

The song on the playlist changed and a familiar riff played through. Ben laughed at Gwil’s music, his eyebrows shooting up.

“TLC?” Ben chuckled, “seriously?”

“Hey, I don’t want no scrubs, okay?”

“My God…”

Gwil started lip-syncing along to the lyrics, adding dramatic hand gestures. Ben laughed but couldn’t help but join in. Soon enough, Gwil was filming them both rocking it out to No Scrubs and sent it to Joe. Without fail, Joe’s hysterical voice came through the speaker phone.

“What is this?!”

“Hey buddy!” Ben glanced over at Gwil, who was still doing his interpretive dance. “What are you doing up?”

“Where are you?!”

“On our way to Truro.”

“Who the fuck is that?!”

“God, you’re so bloody American…” Gwil finally spoke. “It’s not who. It’s where.”

“Well, where the fuck is that?!”

“About five hours away?” Ben looked at his navigation app, “well, we’re halfway there, so two and a half hours.”

“But why?”

“Because Ben is impulsive and Annie is holding my girlfriend hostage.” Gwil said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe.

“You’re going to see Annie?”

“Yep.” Ben couldn’t stop smiling.

“Is he smiling like an idiot?” Joe asked.

“He sure is.” Gwil snorted.

“Have fun, guys.”

###

“It’s been 84 years, Annie!” Clara face-planted into a throw pillow on the sofa, “I’m not okay!”

“It’s literally been just over a week!”

“I miss Gwil!”

“I know, it’s all you’ve been saying for the last hour.” Annie yawned.

“I just wish he was here, okay?” Clara whined. “I have needs!”

“Please don’t talk about your needs.”

“Alright, my little cautionary tale,” Clara teased, “I won’t. We’ve seen where needs will get you.”

“Excuse you!” Annie kicked her gently, “you apologise to Bumpy right now!”

“No!”

“Clara, you will never get to see this baby -”

“Okay!” Clara groaned, “I’m sorry, Bumpy.”

“Apology accepted.”

“I need Gwil.” Clara sighed, cuddling up to Annie’s side.

“As appalled as I am by it,” Annie stroked Clara’s hair, “I get it. I need Ben.”

They sat together in comfortable silence for a few minutes, lost in thought.

“I have an idea!” Clara almost fell face-first into the coffee table in her rush to get to her phone. Tapping clumsily at the screen, she turned on the front camera and curled back up to Annie’s side. “Hear me out on this one.”

“All ears.”

“What if we do a boomerang and send it to Gwil?” Clara had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “I mean, Ben and Gwil are together for sure. Killing two birds with one stone and whatnot.”

“Okay?”

“So we’re going to pretend to go in for a kiss, yeah?”

“Clara, if you want to make out with me, you can just ask and I’ll say no.”

“Get over yourself, love!” Clara scoffed, “I’m not going to kiss you for real!”

“Good, Ben wouldn’t like that.”

“I have a feeling he would, actually.” Clara held her phone up in front of them, trying to get a good angle, “okay, ready?”

“You’re all shaky, Clara!” Annie snatched the phone away, “God you have zero tolerance for alcohol, you leaf!”

Clara rolled her eyes and took Annie’s face in her hands. They counted to three and leaned in, parting their lips and bumping their noses together.

“Right, let’s see what we got!” Clara rubbed her hands before reaching for her phone. “Oh, yeah, they’ll like this.”

“Let me see!” Annie tilted Clara’s hand and peered at the screen. “Oh. Yes.”

###

“What the…” Gwil mumbled as he looked at his phone. “What is happening?” “What?” Ben munched on a candy bar as he drove. 

“I don’t -” 

“What is it?” Ben’s gaze flickered from Gwil’s bewildered face to the dark road. “Well, it’s something Clara sent me.” 

“Oh?” Ben grinned a bit lopsided, “sent you some racy photos eh?” 

“Not quite a photo…” 

“Well, let me see!” 

“No!” Gwil pressed the phone to his chest, “no. You’ll end up killing us!” 

“Oh, come on!” 

“I mean it!” Gwil switched the screen off, “Annie’s in it, too.” 

“Fuck you!” Ben whined. “Now I have to see it! Although,” Ben chuckled, “you getting all flustered on your pregnant cousin’s nude is -”

“You are absolutely disgusting, Ben!” Gwil smacked him on the back of his head, “they’re not naked! Both are clothed!” 

“Well then I don’t see what the big deal about it is!” Ben rubbed the back of his head. 

“Pull over.” 

“Now you have to pee again?” 

“No, you twat,” Gwil groaned, “I need you to pull over so we don’t wreck the car and die!” 

“Jesus, you’re so dramatic sometimes.” Ben muttered, “it’s like having a fit is in your DNA.” 

“Just shut up and do it.” Gwil commanded.

With a huge sigh, Ben pulled over to the side of the road and parked. His jaw clenched shut, he glared at Gwil. 

“Well, are you going to show me or…” Ben’s rant was cut sort by the two girls moving in on each other and back again, as if they are about to kiss. Their noses bumped and their lips barely brushed against each other, and they both had the most devilish smiles on their faces. “Fucking hell.”

###

Clara sat sulking on the rug, her back against the sofa. She gave up on using a glass and was now drinking straight from the bottle as Annie braided her hair in French plaits.

“Maybe he’s asleep and he just didn’t see it?” Annie said soothingly, “he’s an old man, babe.”

“He hated it!” Clara’s speech was starting to slur, but that still didn’t stop her from chugging on her second bottle of wine. “I ruined everything!”

“You didn’t ruin anything, woman!” Annie’s nimble fingers wove Clara’s blonde locks into perfect braids. She heard a sniffle and a stuttered breath. “Are you actually crying right now?”

“You just don’t understand!”

“Oh my God, you’ve finally gone mad.”

“Shut up!”

“Clara, he’s probably just asleep. You have nothing to worry about.”

Clara’s legs slid forward. She looked like a rag-doll, sitting down with no pants, a t-shirt that could be considered a dress with how long it was on her body and pigtails. Her cheeks were flushed from alcohol and embarrassment and her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. She winked and peered into the bottle of wine.

“S’almost over!” she tilted her head back and looked at Annie with big, glossy eyes, “need more!”

“I think you’ve had enough, actually.”

“Oh, don’t be such a mum!”

“I’m just not keen on cleaning up after you’ve hurled everywhere!”

“Hey, I’m being a good friend here!” Clara tried to point at herself but her hand-eye coordination was long gone, “I’m helping you prepare!”

“Prepare?”

“Um? Yeah?” Clara raised her eyebrows and scoffed, “for when little Josephine comes out!”

###

They rode in silence. Ben’s eyes were fixed forward. He felt like his heart is going to beat itself right out of his chest. He kept looking down at the dashboard to make sure he’s going as fast as he can without speeding, but his foot felt a bit heavy on the gas pedal. He needed to get to Annie, fast.

Gwil, on the other hand, leaned back and closed his eyes. His hands were strategically placed in his lap, hiding the aftermath of Clara and Annie’s teasing. He bit the inside of his cheek, imagining every possible scenario he could think of.

“How much longer?” Gwil’s eyes fluttered open and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“GPS says one hour.”

“Why would she even send that?” Gwil rubbed the scruff on his chin, “I mean, with my cousin, for fuck’s sake!”

“They probably just assumed we were together.”

“They’re not wrong.”

“Nope.”

“Can you go any faster?” Gwil knees bounced impatiently.

“Believe me, I want to.” Ben muttered.

###

“Alright, alright!” a loud hiccup escaped Clara’s mouth, “would you rather sit on a hedgehog or shower with bees?”

“What?!”

“Sit on a hedgehog or shower with bees?”

“How do you even -”

“Don’t dwell on it, man! Just pick one!”

“Sit on a hedgehog!” Annie blurted out. “Don’t yell at me!”

“I’m not yelling!”

“Christ, your drunk voice is so loud!” Annie covered her ears, “volume, lady!”

“Sorry!” Clara whispered.

“Okay. Would you rather…” Annie tapped her finger against her chin as she tried to come up with something. “Would you rather fuck a Teletubby or lick an octopus?”

“Which Teletubby?”

“Does it really fucking matter?”

“Solid point.” Clara yawned. “Lick an octopus.”

“You are disgusting.”

“It’s why you love me.” Clara stood up, swaying a bit on her feet. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a toilet to cuddle.”

###

“What if they’re both asleep and they won’t hear us knocking?” Ben’s eyes were as big as saucers. “What if she didn’t leave the light on and was just kidding and -”

“Ben, mate,” Gwil rubbed his face groggily, “it’s half past two. I’m knackered. Can you stop with this nonsense?”

Ben could have sworn his entire body was buzzing with anxiety and excitement. Frankie was sleeping on her back, paws in the air, in the back seat. On one hand, he envied her more than he cared to admit. On the other hand, he felt like he will never sleep again.

“Gwil?”

“Yeah?” Gwil yawned out.

“Thanks. For coming with me.”

“S’nothing, really.” Gwil shrugged. “You missed your girl, I missed mine.”

“No, really. I owe you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Gwil smiled lazily, “alright then. You can repay me right now if you want.”

“Sure,” Ben nodded, “anything.”

“What’s the baby’s name?”

“Anything but that.”

“Oh, come on!” Gwil groaned. “I’m the godfather! I have a right to know!”

“We’re not telling anyone until Elvis will leave the building, mate!” Ben rolled his eyes, “not even our own families.”

“It’s the only way your can repay me for coming with you, Ben.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it!” Gwil bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. “Either you tell me what the baby’s name is right now or you’ll owe me for the rest of your life!”

“You’re not going to let this go?”

“Nope.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

“Hold on then, I need to document this.” Gwil fumbled with his phone and turned on the camera. “Go.”

“Her name is Josephine. Will you let it go, now?”

“You have reached your destination.” The robotic lady on the GPS app announced.

“The light is on.” Ben looked at the door and beamed.

###

Annie grunted as she opened her eyes. The knocking on the door wouldn’t stop. She looked at the clock on the wall and groaned when she saw the time - it was almost three in the morning. A slight panic washed over her; people don’t just knock on doors at this time. She got up as quietly as she could and tip-toed her way to the front door. After taking a deep breath, she looked out the peephole.

Her chin started quivering, her hands shaking. Through the fisheye lens, she saw Ben’s beautiful, tired face, and Gwil right behind him. Frankie’s tail, knocking rhythmically against the wall, was like music to Annie’s ears. She flung the door open, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Shhh, hey,” Ben cooed and engulfed her in his arms, kissing the top of her head, “what’s wrong?”

Annie couldn’t form a coherent sentence. All she could do was weep and hold onto Ben for dear life. She felt Ben’s tears wet her hair and tried to hug him even tighter. She didn’t know why she was crying, or why he was crying.

“We’re pathetic,” Ben wiped his cheeks on his arms before he tended to Annie’s, “aren’t we?”

“Mmm’yeah…” Annie smiled, despite the crying, and bit her bottom lip. She leaned into Ben’s touch, turning her head to kiss the palms of his hands. Frankie stood up on her hind legs, scratching at Annie’s hip for attention. “Hi, baby! I missed you!”

“Where is she?” Gwil grunted as he zoomed past them, “hi Banana.”

“In her room, second door to the left,” Annie said without taking her eyes off of Ben. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you, I wasn’t going home tonight,” Ben pressed his forehead to hers, “and I couldn’t just leave Frankie all alone until Monday.”

“I just didn’t believe you’d actually drive five hours in the middle of the night.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

Frankie came back, running circles around the pathetic duo, biting on her bunny to make it squeak.

“Franks, hush!” Annie giggled, “you’ll wake Clara up.” A shrill scream came from behind Clara’s bedroom door. “Never mind.”

###

“I’m sorry.”

Annie’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Ben, her head resting on his chest. After they finished sobbing at the door, all Ben wanted was to take her to bed and drown in her presence. He felt like all five of his senses were screaming with delight, now that she was finally there.

“What are you sorry for?” Annie propped herself up on her elbow. Her free hand trailed up Ben’s body, stopping right over where she could feel his heart beating.

“For how things were when you left.” Ben reached up to push her hair over her shoulder. “For Cassie.”

“You don’t need to apologise for that.”

“No, I really am sorry,” Ben felt like he was free-falling when he looked in her eyes, “you’re pregnant with my baby. I shouldn’t have put you through it.”

“I kind of had it coming, didn’t I?” Annie shrugged.

“Maybe, if you weren’t so pregnant.” Ben smirked and turned on his side, instinctively placing a hand on her belly. “But now that you are?”

“Still had it coming.”

“You left without saying goodbye or sleeping in our bed,” Ben swallowed down a lump in his throat, “and then every time we spoke it just felt so forced and…”

“What?”

“And it scared me.” Ben took Annie’s hand and brushed her knuckles against his lips. “It really fucking scared me.”

“What did?”

“How calm you were.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Usually when we fight you’re all over the place, but the fact that you were so calm...”

“I recall crying until I had to rehydrate all night, actually.”

“Yeah, you cried, but you didn’t yell at me.” Ben rubbed gentle circles on Annie’s bump. “You didn’t even call me names.”

“What?” Annie giggled.

“When you call me names, I know that you’re just royally pissed off but that it’ll pass and we’ll be back to normal again.” He bit his bottom lip, letting it roll out from under his teeth slowly. “And then you didn’t call me names. At all. That’s when I knew I went too far.”

“But you still had Cassie around.”

“I was hoping to get a reaction out of you.” Ben chuckled. “I was waiting for you to call me a twat or a knob or even fucking Boob Tape.”

“Ben Hardy,” Annie scoffed, “are you saying that the only reason you’re here tonight is because I called you a twat earlier?”

“Well…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Annie rolled her eyes and yelped in surprise when Ben’s lips were on hers.

They both snorted at the same time into the kiss. Ben rolled on his back, grabbing Annie. She straddled him, careful not to lean all her weight on Bumpy, and peppered kisses all over his face.

“Oh, God,” Ben grunted as he turned his head to the side and saw the sunrise illuminate the window softly, “is it already light out?”

###

Ben woke up to the sound of whispers and giggles coming from the foot of the bed. Opening one eye, he peeked and found Gwil and Clara pointing a phone at them.

“What the fuck are you doing?” his voice was raspy from sleep. “Why are you even in our room?”

“First of all, it’s Annie’s room.” Clara whispered, “second of all, Frankie scratched at the door. She needed to be let out.”

“You two are very irresponsible parents.” Gwil tutted. “Sleeping in when your baby needs to go potty.”

“Get the fuck out!” Ben hissed, pulling the covers over his and Annie’s heads. “We’re naked!”

“No you’re not,” Clara retorted, “I can see Annie’s sock poking out.”

“Her feet got cold.” His voice was muffled.

The lump under the covers moved a little. Clara and Gwil exchanged a sheepish glance when the distinct sound of kissing, grunting and stifled moans emanated from the bed.

“Fucking hell, at least wait till we’re out of the room!” Gwil grumbled and covered Clara’s eyes.

Ben’s middle finger poked out of the covers.

###

“What’s all this?”

Clara and Annie peered into the kitchen, coming back from an exceptionally long walk with Frankie. Their cheeks and tips of the nose were rosy from the cool air. They had both woven their hair into intricate braids while outside.

“Ah,” Gwil walked over and kissed Clara sweetly, “I see Helga and Brunhilda have returned!”

“Which one of us is Helga?” Clara looked up at Gwilym, eyes twinkling with love.

“You, of course.” He wrapped his arms around her. “You’re much too dainty to be a Brunhilda.”

“Oh, shove it!” Annie rolled her eyes and walked over to Ben. “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Well,” he put the lid back on the pot, “we figured you’d both come back hungry after being gone for two and a half hours.”

“Good thinking.” Annie winked.

“And since you are both on vacation, we also figured it would be nice for you two to actually not have to cook for yourselves or get take-out.”

“You’re an angel!” Annie kissed Ben’s shoulder and giggled when he grabbed her face in his hands and stamped a noisy, wet kiss onto her lips.

“Good Lord,” Gwil snorted, “he actually domesticated a feral Annabelle.”

“I think it’s sweet.” Clara cooed.

“Tell a living soul about what you’ve seen over the weekend and I will cut you both,” Annie glared at her cousin, “don’t test me.”

“I take it back,” Gwil stepped back, holding his hands up in front of him, “she’s still a wild beast.”

Ben and Annie exchanged a knowing look, smirking at each other.

“Gwil, take over for me, please.” Ben took Annie’s hand and led her away.

“For crying out loud, mate,” Gwil called after Annie and Ben as they skipped along to the bedroom, “she’s already pregnant!”

###

“Did you start decorating the nursery?” Clara asked as she picked up the dishes once everyone finished eating.

“Well...” Annie squeaked with a grimace.

“Are you waiting for the baby to come out and help you with it?” Gwil snorted.

“I mean, there’s still time! Right?” Annie looked at Ben hopefully.

“You’re six months pregnant, Annabelle!” Gwil glowered, “there’s not a whole lot of it left!”

“I’m well aware of that, Gwilly, thank you.”

“It’s just that I need my gym and my drums,” Ben scowled at his own words once they were out of his mouth, “and we only have that extra room.”

“The baby can’t sleep on the kit, Ben,” Annie snapped, “we’ve talked about this!”

“I was only joking when I suggested that!”

“Were you, really?”

“No…”

Clara and Gwil looked from Ben to Annie during the exchange as if they were watching a tennis match. They both sipped their wine quietly.

“The baby will sleep in a crib by our bedside for the first few months anyway,” Ben reminded his girlfriend, “so we still have plenty of time to figure that out.”

“What about a changing table?” Gwil intervened, “toys? Wardrobe?” Annie and Ben looked at him, dumbfounded. “Discuss.”

“Fuck off mate!” Ben scoffed. “This is a family discussion!”

“He has a point.” Annie shrugged.

“I’m not losing my kit and my gym, Annie.”

“Well, I’m not sleeping in the same room with the kid till she moves out!” Annie crossed her arms in triumph.

“When do you think they’ll figure it out, then?” Clara asked Gwil, her voice low.

“Give them a couple more minutes.” Gwil muttered back. 

“How much space does one baby need?” Ben started talking with his hands, indicating his frustration. “It’s hardly Frankie’s size!”

“It needs furniture!” Annie turned to look at Gwil and Clara, “right?”

“Definitely needs furniture, love.” Clara confirmed and poured herself another glass of wine.

“Our place just isn’t big enough, Ben.” Annie sighed in defeat.

“What if we moved, then?” Ben’s eyes lit up. “To a bigger place?”

“You’d do that?” Annie raised an eyebrow. “You love your flat!”

“The baby needs a room with furniture, yeah?”  

“Yeah.”

“And I need a room for my drums and my gym, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s settled. We’re going house hunting.”

Clara screamed with her mouth closed, clapping her hands.

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[chogiwank]

White Lace - Doyoung Smut

anon asked: can you do a doyoung smut that involves overstimulation please?

Pairing: FemaleReader x Doyoung

Warnings: public fingering,, dry hump,, oral sex,, unprotected sex,, spanking; pussy and ass?? ((i forgot acc i havent proof read LOLOLL)),, one line of degradation,, squirting,, overstimulation,, uhh and light choking I guess,, cockwarming??? is that even a warning I'm not sure oof

I hope you freaks enjoy this smut,, its like a little gift for 2 years of nct 127 ;)) i didnt plan it though lololll i just happened to finish this today also who the fuck let doyoung look like THAT in the vlive ive had enough 

-Doyoung’s Darling

The mall was a fun place to go with your boyfriend. You two would try on outfits as the one hypes the other up, sometimes even pick out the most horrid combinations and laugh at each other. Trying on different types of sun glasses; some bigger than your face, heart shaped, star shaped and so on. When the two of you got hungry you’d head over to the food court and have a calorie fest, munching on delicious fast foods and sweets which definitely weren’t healthy and probably could risk your cholesterol and sugar levels to rise. Conversing with one another at the table, saying cheesy and lame jokes almost choking on your food, and playfully teasing the other - you’d ask for nothing more, malls dates and regular days with your boyfriend were and will always be the best.

“Dons?” You questioned.

“Yeah baby?” He spoke swallowing the bite of his burger.

“I still have some things left to buy...” you trailed off shifting your gaze to the food in front of you.

“Hmm?” He rose an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Panties.” You whispered. Doyoung’s ears perked up.

“Well how about we go right now? I’ll buy you some pretty ones.”

“W-what?”

“Let’s go.” Doyoung stood up from his seat, extending his arm out for you to take. “I’ll buy my pretty girlfriend some pretty lingerie.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Lingerie? Since when did I say I wanted lingerie?” Taking a hold of his hand you stood up and clung onto his arm.

“Well, you didn’t but I did.” Giving doyoung a stern look he pout at your reaction. “Come on y/n, please?”

“You know I hate it so much, they’re so hard to put on and so, so expensive. Regular underwear is already expensive enough.” You state.

“Not even for me?” Doyoung pout giving puppy dog eyes. “You don’t even have to buy it, just try it on for me, baby?”

You rolled your eyes ultimately agreeing to Doyoung’s request. He smiled brightly leading you to the lingerie store.

Now, Doyoung loved you a lot, there was no doubt he’d probably get rid of his kidney for you. Gather all the stars in the universe for you if it were possible. He loves every bit of you, from your personality to your looks, your body figure he finds every single detail of you perfect. Loves every bit of you which you don’t, and makes you love them too. He loves the sex you two have, vanilla, rough, and even car sex his mind gets blown every time at how good you feel around him, how you moan his name when he fingers you, eats you out and dicks you down. The way you ride him, boy he’s just so in love with you he’s whipped. Although, one thing he really does wish is to see you in lingerie. You don’t really mind it, it’s just not the most comfortable to wear, and not the cheapest to buy - and Doyoung understands and respects you not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable and so he never asks, but really he has his own fantasies and how could he pass off this opportunity. Who could blame him for just wanting one peek of his girlfriend in a pretty set of lingerie just for him.

This was finally his chance and he was not going to pass up on it.

Arriving at the store you looked around the different underwear while your boyfriend wandered off to do his own searching.

Jesus, $39 for one pair of underwear that...has no crotch, oh my! You thought as you picked up the black lace crotchless panty, blushing from the naughty underwear. Thoughts ran through your mind as your imagination got the best of you, wearing this underwear under a skirt or a sexy dress with Doyoung having access to your pussy easily, rubbing your clit and telling you how dirty you are to be wearing something so shamelessly, how he’ll be punishing you-

“Wow baby, never knew you were into that.” You were snapped out of your thoughts by your boyfriend's voice, your face flushed a darker red when you realized he’d caught you with the crotchless panties, well at least he wouldn’t know your dirty fantasies. He laughed at you being red-faced. “Here baby I got you something.” Placing a white set of lingerie in your hands he signalled you off to try it on. “Please?”

You smiled walking into one of the change rooms escorted by an employee, closing the door as your boyfriend waited outside. After putting on the white lace set you admired yourself in the mirror, wow your boyfriend knew your perfect size and such a simple yet sexy style that you loved. He knew you so well you had to credit him for that.

“Are you almost done, babe? Need help?” Your boyfriend knocked on the door checking in.

“Yeah, I’m fine - you want to see?”

“Of course I do.”

“Alright, come in.” You said opening the lock on the door moving back a little to fit your boyfriend in. Stepping into the room he closed the door from behind him, checking you over up and down. He was mesmerized by your beauty, your sexiness.

“Gorgeous.” His jaw dropped.

“I know right?” You giggled looking in the mirror. “It’s such a beautiful piece, you have amazing taste, Doyoung.”

Your boyfriend walked up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as he whispered,

“I wasn’t talking about the lingerie baby, I meant you.” His hot breath on your ear made the hairs stand up on your body. “You look gorgeous in it, you’re gorgeous every day it’s just today...” he trailed off. “Right now you’re making me feel things I really shouldn’t be.” He pushed himself closer into you, his bulge against your ass. You gasped.

“This is you y/n, all you.” He placed a kiss on your cheek slowly moving down to your jaw.

“Doyoung, we can’t we’re in public.” You attempted to push him off you, as he grabbed your hands in his.

“I’m not dumb y/n, I’m not whipping out my cock in a change room to fuck you, as much as I would I can’t.” He held you tighter against him, grinding himself against your ass. “But I do need to see you a mess for me in this just once, I can’t let you go without teasing you a little.”

He dragged his finger to your panties brushing his fingers over the lace. “Just stay quiet, you make any noise we’re both done for.” You gulped nodding your head at Doyoung’s command. “Good girl.”

Moving his fingers into the panties as he held your hands together with the other, he played with your folds, inserting one finger into your heat he began to spread your wetness around. Your breathing heavier as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. “You’re getting wet for me baby.” He whispered. “You like being fucked like this in public?” You whimpered at his words, holding in a moan and profanities you wanted to let out so badly but couldn’t.

He pushed you against the wall - cheek against the hardness, his bulge grinding into you from behind as he fondled each boob with one hand holding on to your waist with the other. His hand which held your waist moved down to knead your ass, pressing his chest into your back from behind his large framed over yours. His lips left a trail of wet kisses from your neck down to your shoulders and back up to your cheek. His hand which previously knead your ass moved up to your face gripping your jaw firmly to open your mouth as he left a hot kiss on your lips - biting your bottom lip, he began to thrust his hips forward from behind you gasped in surprise making Doyoung smirk at your reaction.

“You like that, baby?” He said lowly as he continued to thrust his clothed bulge into your ass. “You like me dry humping you? You probably want me to fuck you like this, don’t you? Taking you from behind out in public where we can just get caught? Probably dripping wet for me right now,” he drags his hand down into your underwear inserting a finger into your heat once again - your breath hitches in your throat from the contact, thrusting his finger in and out as he thrust his hips into your ass, he let out a chuckle at your wetness, “you naughty girl”

You struggle to keep in your moans as you silently whimpered against the wall, debating to plea for Doyoung to ‘stop, please stop’ or “fuck, faster please, don’t stop.’ stop baby don’t stop Your breathing began to feel heavier as your high began to build up and as fast as it did, it came down just as quick as Doyoung removes himself from you upon hearing the employee’s voice at the door.

“is everything okay in there?”

“Yes, it is,” Doyoung responded.

“Okay well, one of you better come out quick because it’s only one person per room!”

“of course, I apologize my girlfriend needed some help I’ll be out in a second.”

“Alright.” The employee walked off to return to her duties. Doyoung turned to you helping you stand up straight,

“Change back into your clothes baby, I’ll buy this for you.”

“B-but...” you said with heavy breaths.

“I know you like it, keep it.” Your boyfriend bit his lip as he leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’ll wait out for you, get dressed.”

You nodded as he walked out of the change room. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you clearly looked wrecked - face flushed and hair messy, legs wobbly returning to their stable state. You bit your lip as you thought of all the possibilities that could happen tonight if you bought the lingerie set. It couldn’t do any harm, probably end up making the sex even better and hey you didn’t hate it surprisingly, it’d be worth it. ‘okay, let’s do it’ you thought to yourself taking off the bra and panties smirking to yourself about the probable events later tonight.

After changing back into your normal clothes you head back to the counter seeing your boyfriend make small conversation with the cashier. Spotting you he waved over and you placed the articles on top, he took out his credit card and paid for the set, thanking the cashier and flashing you a bright innocent smile he led you two out of the mall to the car. He really has the fucking audacity to act as if he didn’t just finger you in the change room five minutes ago and left during your build up, what a tease.

The car ride home was silent, not much being said just music being played in the background. The sexual tension could’ve been cut with a knife. Gosh, you wanted to tease him so bad make him hard and leave him hanging to give him a taste of what he did to you. You’d be in big trouble but would it be worth it?

Yes.

He’d fuck you so rough and bruise your hips, ass whatever suited his taste. His hands would be on your throat and spank your clit. He’d leave your pussy sore and throat so dry in the morning, you’d probably be feeling it for the next three days, maybe even a week. Oh and the best part? Cockwarming. If he was up for it he’d leave himself in you and fall asleep spooning you, waking you up from your sleep by thrusting into you with the most amazing morning sex, one of your favourite ways to start off your day.

Grasping the lingerie bag tighter with one hand you snuck the other on to the top of his jean clothed thigh, drawing light circles with nothing but a quick glance from Doyoung as he continues to focus on the road ahead. He had a sudden hitch of breath as you placed your hand on top his clothes cock cupping it. You slowly rubbed him through his jeans as he firmly gripped your wrist with his hand forcing you to stop.

“You’ll regret that.” He spoke in a husky tone. “Stop before I either pull over and fuck you in the car or you accidentally get us in a car crash.” And with that you sat back in the passenger seat with a smug look on your face, an accomplished mission? Yes. You thought to yourself staring at Doyoung’s crotch and the slight buldge which showed through his jeans.

Arriving inside your apartment you took your shoes off and began to speak waiting for your boyfriend. “Should I go put this on?”

He chuckled at your question. “I don’t think I’ll have enough patience to take it off you.” Doyoung walked intimidatingly closer to you a devilish smile took over his facial features. You walked back until the back of your legs hit the armrest of the couch. “Maybe another time, y/n” he took the bag from your hand placing it on the coffee table in front of the couch. “But for now lay back on the couch.” letting out a yelp as your boyfriend pushes you back into the couch and hovers above you, hands on either side of your head caging you in underneath him. He began to fondle with your breasts as you arched your back from the contact. Your sensitivity from before getting the best of you.

“You looked so sexy in that lace, baby girl.” He whispered into your ear. Placing a kiss on your earlobe and cheek, “too bad you can’t wear it right now, it’d be a shame, either way, ending up tore on the floor.” He growled attaching his lips to yours in a heated kiss, moving down to your jawline and neck - only deattatching to slip your shirt off.

He never really left hickeys on places which could be exposed to the public, he liked them to be in places only you two would know, and under any condition, another man would try to get his way with you would know that you’re taken. He liked keeping them hidden, kind of like a little dirty secret.

That being said, he left a trail of wet kisses from your neck, passing your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts. He moved his lips under one of them occupying his hands by playing with your nipples, roughly punching and squeezing them as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He sucked, kissed and bit underneath your boob until a purple flower formed and gave the same treatment to the other.

Finishing up with your breasts he left a trail of occasional purple and red flowers down to your stomach. Sliding down your bottoms and throwing them off somewhere in the room, he placed your legs over his broad shoulders leaving a kiss on your panty covered pussy, the thin fabric not doing much to stop you from letting out a whimper from the contact. Gosh, you wanted him so bad, you just wanted him to touch you, wreck you. You pushed your clothed pussy into his face silently begging him to eat you out, finger you, fuck you, whatever he pleases you just needed relief.

He let out a chuckle at your desperate action. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.”

You let out a shaky breath, “touch me.”

“Be more specific, darling.” He snickered.

“make me cum, please.” You plead Doyoung. You just needed a relief, just one really good fucking orgasm.

“You think you deserve it?” Doyoung said stern. “After what you did in the car?”

“Please, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.” You said in a high pitch, your sexual frustration taking over you.

“Yes you will.” Doyoung laughed, almost sounding evil. “Don’t say fake apologies, you know I can see through you when you lie.” He stood up and walked over to the front of the couch grabbing on your hair roughly, causing you to hiss from the slight pain - he pulled you down on the ground to your knees. After fiddling with his belt for a while he opened it and pulled his jeans and underwear down to reveal his hard cock. It dripped with precum and hit against his stomach - your mouth watered at the sight you wanted to suck him off right then and there, but you couldn’t not until he told so. - moving up to his shirt he pulled it off throwing it somewhere across the room and there your boyfriend stood in all of his naked glory with his broad body, hard cock in hand and abs you all can fucking fight me ur opinions are valid but I highly believe Kim doyoung has abs liKE COME ON HES LITERALLY GONG MYUNG’S SIBLING HOW CAN HE JUST NOT HAVE ABS BUT BIG ASS TIDDIES KSSKKS

“Suck.” He commanded grabbing a fistful of hair and shoving his cock into your mouth. He let out a sigh of relief as you moaned sending vibrations through. He forcefully bobbed your head up and down his length head thrown back with his neck exposed. As he got lazy allowing you to have more control you decided to push him down further in your throat. Holding onto the back of his thigh you brought your mouth deeper down on him, praises left his mouth alongside curses and your name. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat it twitched signalling his release. His breathing got heavier as his grip on your hair tightened once again thrusting his hips into your mouth letting out a groan during his climax. “Fuck, fuck,” he said releasing his load in your throat forcing you to swallow down, pumping out the rest on your breasts. “You’re so dirty babygirl, but you deserve a couple rewards after giving that blowjob. Your mouth works wonders y/n, and it’s all for me.” He yanked you up onto your feet placing a rough kiss on your lips. Making out with you for a while as he squeezed and spanked your ass pink, you wrapped your arms around his neck playing with the hairs on his scalp gently tugging them causing Doyoung to let out tiny moans.

He moved his hands up to your hips pushing you down into the couch behind you. He spread open your legs as he kneeled down, face near your heat, leaving a kiss on your clothed pussy up to the waistband. Trapping the band between his teeth he looked up at you sitting back on the couch unable to form words and still panting with your hair a mess including a pink tinge over your cheeks and nose. He smirked as he pulled down your panties to your knees and let them fall down to pool at your ankles as you kicked them off to the side. He opened your legs wide for him once again his palm making direct contact with your clit with a hard smack, causing you to let out a mewl and instinctively close your legs. Pushing open your legs, his tongue licked up your slit. He teased you until you whined which didn’t really take that long, and began to eat you out, licking and sucking especially on your clit. Who could’ve known that tiny bundle of nerves could give you so much pleasure?

Your moans began to be high pitched as your climax approached and you released your cum on his lips. He licked you up clean until the cum was gone, but didn’t seem to stop. Your clit became highly sensitive and you begged him to stop but he didn’t listen. He continued to lick up your pussy as your fingers tangled into his hair and your legs on his shoulders tried to push him away, his strength overtook yours. You gave up after a few tries as a cry released from your mouth feeling another orgasm hit, sweat formed on your forehead feeling the orgasm rush through you, back arching and eyes closed. You let out profanities as Doyoung cleaned you up, immediately closing your legs to protect your sensitive nub - you lay on the couch in one of your most vulnerable states, naked and trembling with the sight of your boyfriend in front of you with a smug look, as he knows he’s got full power over you and there’s nothing you can do to stop him. You both know who’s clearly in charge during sex and boy does Doyoung make his point clear.

Hold your ankles with one hand he pushed your legs as far back he could and gripping his cock with the other, slowly teasing your entrance with it.

“don’t ruin the sofa.” You weakly spoke.

Doyoung smirked, “then I’ll have to cum inside of you.”

You moaned at the feeling of his raw length thrusting into your pussy, you already being sensitive from your two previous orgasms let out whimpers and cries as your boyfriend thrust in and out of you. Of course you had your safe word and you could use it anytime and he’d immediately stop, but you didn’t want him to. Stuck right on the tip of your tongue you just had to say it, but he felt so fucking good in your dripping heat.

“Who’s are you babygirl?” Doyoung panted.

“Doyoung’s...” you whispered. “I’m yours Doyoung.” You gasped feeling a sudden smack on your thigh.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Such a good girl but such a dirty whore.”

You felt your third orgasm approach as your muscle contract around your boyfriend’s cock and your hands formed into fists, toes curling up. “I’m so fucking close, please I need to cum.”

Doyoung shook his head, “go y/n. Cover my cock with your cum.”

You sighed leaning your head back eyes shut tightly, orgasm took over you all of a sudden, the pleasure shooting through you like a bullet - back arching up and letting out a cry for Doyoung as your juices covered his cock. Slowing down his rough thrusts he took his cock out leaving you empty to collect your juices and put them back inside you, filling up your pussy once again.

He let go of your ankles lifting you up off the couch just enough to switch places. You now sat on top of him straddling his lap.

He continued to thrust up into your limp figure which lay against his chest.

“I’m almost there baby girl, just a little more I promise you.”

You nodded your head, sitting up arms rest on his shoulders as you began to move your hips to match with his thrusts. He loosely wrapped his hand around your throat with a light squeeze connecting your lips to his, he pulled you into a sweet yet passionate kiss. Panting encouraging words of ‘almost there’ ‘just a little longer baby girl, I’m so fucking close’ and ‘you’re so gorgeous I hope you remember that forever’

Your sweaty bodies hugged against one another as his load released into you, immediately triggering another orgasm through you, but this time it was different. It felt more intense, you let out a tear from the sudden pleasure ripping through you.

Relaxing your body you looked at Doyoung his face plastered with a huge smile.

“What’re you smiling so brightly for?” You panted confused.

“You squirt.” He states. “I made you squirt.”

And that’s when you came to the realization, looking down at the mess on Doyoung’s stomach which also dripped to the couch your face full of embarrassment.

“Oh my god I-“

“Don’t get the couch dirty, she said. Then she fucking squirts on the couch” He mocked.

“Shut up Doyoung!” You laughed, playfully punching his chest, your face still flushed red.

“I’m joking!” He laughed. “Let’s go get ourselves cleaned up.” He placed a kiss on your nose, helping you stand up with your wobbly legs getting up himself he picked you up bridal style carrying you to the bathroom. Of course, considering your tiring activities and Doyoung knowing your limit he made no moves to initiate another round, instead just taking a relaxing warm bubble bath to help you both clean up to sleep for the night. A caring and considerate boyfriend indeed.

Laying in bed you waited for Doyoung to dry himself off and join you. He walked in, of course still naked as were you - neither of you wanted to take the effort to put on clothes. You rolled over onto your side as he climbed in behind you, sliding an arm around your waist and the covers over you two.

“Y/N, I’m cold.” He pouts.

“Get another blanket.”

“No, I mean ...I'm cold,” Doyoung emphasizes the last two words and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Doyoung, can you just say you want your cock in me while you sleep?” You giggled. Doyoung whined, mumbling nonsense under his breath making you laugh at his embarrassment. “Of course, go ahead.”

He shifted under the covers, lining up his cock with your entrance slowly sliding in. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him filling you up. “You can’t do that, you’ll make me hard again.” He whispered under his breath.

You laughed at your effect on your boyfriend. “Shut up and sleep.” You cuddled closer into him, your back pressed to his chest. He snuck his arm up to your breast, gently squeezing it as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek. “I need to make sure you’re alive while we’re sleeping.”

You rolled your eyes at his lame excuses. “Goodnight, Dons.”

“Goodnight, I love you y/n.” He nuzzled his face into your neck.

“I love you too.” And with that, you drifted off to sleep - your boyfriend’s hand which lay upon your breast, his cock inside you and hot breath on your skin - The covers over you both shielding your naked bodies.

A/N: Welp I hope you all liked this smut and I hope this is up to your standards anon!! (^_^) please feel free to send in feedback and requests!!

++ let me just say how sexy kim doyoung looked in that nct 127 vlive for 2 years of 127,, a whole fucking 5 course meal eating a meal?? if my man doesn't look THAT good in a suit he can suck his own dick - Doyoung’s Darling