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going quietly - ethan landry

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pairing; e2l nongf!ethanxfem!reader

warnings; smut! mentions of stabbing, blood, violence, mentions of killing/death, bickering, stabbing, brief panicked hospital, ghost face attack, smut, kissing, making out, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not try this irl), cream pie, sub ethan undertones

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Big round puppy dog eyes are staring down at you, a sense of faux innocence masking the curly headed boy you swear you hate right now. You can’t stand him, really. In all his good boy, golden retriever, dork glory. You don’t believe it for a second.

So why do you have this feeling in your stomach, a warm heat that sparks when he’s this close. When you can smell the cologne on him, and the musky sweat from running all over New York. The dark bags forming beneath his shiny eyes that make him look almost dead, the purple and red bruise on his cheek bone, the dark blue long sleeve that’s far too form fitting. Why do you stare at his biceps, watching the way his long thick fingers run down the side of his pretty face.

He could be a murderer. He could be plotting to kill you at this very moment. Maybe he looks at you that way because he wants to make it hurt. Why do you want him to make it hurt? Why does the thought of him behind a mask you’ve come to hate have heat pooling between your legs? Maybe the lack of sleep, and the inability to escape this killer has finally gotten to your head. Maybe you’re actually going insane.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Sam draws you out of your thoughts. Your eyes land on her, suddenly a pounding in your head, and a pain from your side that has you grimacing. You mutter a ‘what?’ pressing your palm into the stab wound, blood seeping from your side, through the material of your black tank top, running down the cracks of your fingers down your wrist.

She frowns at you, eyes looking at Ethan before they land on you again, as if she’s already regretting what she’s about to say “Ethan should take you to the hospital- you’ll bleed out” she does regret it. Knows that if Ethan is the killer that he’ll leave you to die in alley somewhere, but if he isn’t and he doesn’t take you to the hospital, you could die after getting away a third time. Knows you’d haunt her if she let that happen.

You glare up at Ethan through your lashes, can feel the tears gathering at your lash line, but reach up to grab his shoulder anyway “if you kill me and survive, I’ll haunt you for the remainder of your sad life Jack ass” you threaten, and he hums, slipping his arm round your waist, placing his hand just above yours.

You limp down from the apartment, loosing strength by the minute, forced to lean more into Ethan as he tried for a cab. When one finally pulls to the side you slide in, ethan sliding in a little too close next to you.

“When I save your life, I better get the greatest thanks known to mankind” he mumbles, lifting your shirt a little to asses the damage, “I hope that hurts” he tacks on, whispering it bitterly into your ear.

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When you walk through the ER doors, you’re bombarded with a flock of nurses, ushering you to the nearest bed. Ethan trails behind, lost like a puppy, stumbling after the nurses as they scurry around, asking them what they’re doing or how long it’ll take. You roll your eyes, scoffing at his idiocy. The boy has clearly never even scraped his knee falling off a bike, much less been in an ER with someone who’s been stabbed. It makes you anxious.

“Ethan! Just sit!” You whisper yell, whipping his head as you call his name, his features falling as you scold him. He slumps into the leather chair not far from the bed you’re sat on, cradling his cheek in his palm. He just watches you, eyes fleeting from your wound, to your face, clearly trying to decipher what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling.

You roll your eyes again “Quit staring creep” you press your lips into a flat line, trying not to laugh as the nurse coming closer side eyes him hearing your words, your spin straightens, a hiss escaping your lips as she begins rattling on about what’s going to happen.

You already know of course, the scar on the back of your left shoulder a reminder, you’ll need sedated, an iv drip, stitches, blah blah blah. This time you’ll have to leave earlier, no way you can afford to stay for 48 hours, don’t care how much blood you’ve lost or how weak you are. Ethan can see it in your eyes as the lay you back, what you’re plotting, the way you don’t even flinch when they stick your side with whatever, or when they stitch you up. You do look at him when they cut your shirt off, and he doesn’t look away for once.

When they’re done, eleven stitches later, and you’re laying back in the bed with an IV in your arm the small secluded area becomes flooded with an awkward silence.

“We need to leave” you sigh, eyes glancing to the clock, you’ve only been gone two hours max. Unfortunately you know well enough a lot can happen in two hours.

Ethan sits up stripping in his chair, shaking his head with drawn brows “If something happens we’ll know” he stands, coming to the edge of your bed “you need this though” his fingers thrum against the needle in your arm, the small touch has your skin breaking out in goosebumps, fingers tightening their grip on the sheet beneath you.

“Why are you being so fucking sweet to me” you grimace, face forming a scowl. You sit up just enough so that your eyes are closer to his, but he’s obviously taller than you, leaving you forced to glare up at him. His brows draw together and he crosses his arms over his chest, the muscle of his biceps bulging beneath the dark blue shirt, from the angle he looks less boyish. Dark eyes staring you down, jaw clenched in clear aggravation, lips forming a hard line instead of a cute pout.

“Why are you always such a bitch to me?” He shoots back, voice low so that nobody hears, but loud enough that you can tell he’s clearly angry.

“Maybe I’m just a bitch” you shrug.

“Maybe you’re just a liar” he cocks a brow, shrugging back.

Before you can jest back, the fire alarm rings through the hospital, water spraying down from above, lights dimming down so that the flash from the alarms is evident.

You’re ripping the iv from your arm and slipping on Ethan’s jacket, zipping it up, and yanking him quickly towards the exit before a nurse can even reach you. As you make your way through the panicked crowd, your fingers lace together, tightly wound so you don’t get separated.

The ER of a New York City hospital is hard enough to get in and out as is, fire alarm only added stress and the halls flood and become to crowded to even see the nearest exit. Bodies are pushing against and in between the both of you, shouting and babies crying, water blurring your vision as you try and tunnel a way out.

“Ethan, we need to get out now! There are no coincidences in our movie!” You warn, hoping he gets the message, your spine going rigid when your fingers are forced apart and the start of a reply is muffled as your bodies are pushed apart. You spin on your heel, pushing through bodies, wincing in pain when someone elbows your stitches. A shoe catches your boot, loosing balance you stumble to your feet, people don’t bother helping you up as they pass.

You crawl, the rips in your jeans leaving skin visible to bruise against the wet hard floor, someone steps on your fingers and you yelp out, forcing yourself to your feet with your hand cradled to your chest. Your fingers ache, unbendable, your curse under your breath, squinting as people push past you, trying your best to find Ethan’s face in the crowd.

You fail to see him, ready to give up and call out for him, when you see it. The white mouth, faux mouth smiling menacingly, looking directly at you. They tilt their head, knife waving in the air in front of them, teasing you with a fake stab motion the their chest. You frown, looking to your left and then right, and when you look back they’re gone. Panic sets in, and you bolt to the door on your right, shaky hands twisting and pulling at the knob. Locked. You curse under your breath, looking over your shoulder, before you fall to a squat, walking along the edge of the wall.

Your eyes are frantic, watching the feet you pass for the end of a black cloak, heart wild in your chest. Your palms are sweating, fingers and hands shaking, knees aching as you creep around a corner, escaping the crowd. You slump against the wall, knees pulled tightly to your chest, erratic breathing. The sprinklers have stopped now, but the water makes your mascara run, eyes aching, body now cold, your side aching. You’re alone, Ethan had to have gotten out, but the ghost face is here and you’re alone.

What if the ghost face got to Ethan first? The thought has your stomach twisting, nausea crawling up your throat, you slump forward onto your palms, breakfast spilling all over the floor. Tears have now crept past your lash line, falling down your cheeks to the ground, legs shaking as you stand. You press your palm to your wound, blood seeping through Ethan’s jacket, staining your skin. A stitch must’ve broken.

You peek around the corner, the last of crowd escaping through the exits, and then look the opposite way. Deciding that the ghost face couldn’t have gotten far, you begin jogging towards the exit you’d originally intended leaving out, foot steps heavy against the damp ground.

Before you can even get half way there, a scream echoes through the halls, a guy clearly. The thought of it being Ethan has you stopping in your tracks, spinning around to see where it could’ve come from.

“Ethan! Ethan where are you!” You shout, greeted by the screech of sneakers on the ground, you flinch, head whipping around in the direction of the sound. The bed you’d been at, curtains pulled closed, a figure looming in the distance “shit” you grumble, rolling your eyes as you run in the direction of the figure.

Your hands are shaking, fingers hesitant as you reach to yank the curtains back, and when you do large hand wrap around your shoulders, sending you tumbling backwards. You scream in protest, staring up into the eyes of the mask, one of your hands meets the side of their face, knocking them in the jaw, rolling of of you with a grunt. You scurry to your feet, eyes searching for the knife, failing to see as they stand up far too quickly, gripping the hair at the base of your neck, yanking you backwards into their chest.

You protest “let me go you motherfucker!” you shout, elbowing them, lurching across the bed falling flat onto your face into Ethan’s chest. You gasp, palms flat against his chest, straddling him as his eyes struggle to stay open. Blood touches your fingertips, his shirt open revealing a stab to his shoulder, and then you notice the blood pooling his curly head.

You’re about to say something when his arms wrap around you, your bodies rolling to the right, you look to the left- ghost face mere feet away. You and Ethan are now quick to your feet, him still slowly moving behind you as you start down the hallway, getting closer and closer to a room that hopefully has a lock.

You usher him inside first, slamming the door just as the ghost face spots you, locking it hurriedly, moving the filing cabinet closest to block it.

You look at you me surroundings, assessing the windows, a way out. Then you remember Ethan.

He’s sat slumped against the front of the desk, palm pressed to his wound, grimacing. You fall to your knees, fitting yourself between his, carefully moving his hand away. He flinches when your fingers dance along the wound, unable to tell how deep it is, you grip the tear already made by the knife, pulling with all your strength to rip the shirt off him.

He stays silent, watching as you use the fabric to wrap across his chest and shoulder, hoping it can suffice enough for you to get out of the window and to your apartment.

“We need to leave now.”

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It had taken you longer than expected to reach your apartment m, several weird stares and concerned police officers later, you’re now sat with Ethan on your couch as you dress his wound. Finishing off you lean away with a sigh, tossing your first aid kit onto the coffee table, cradling your head in your palms.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” You mutter, looking at him through the cracks in your fingers, frowning when he quietly nods. His knee knocks against yours, and his fingers wrap around your wrists, tugging your hands away from your face gently.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice quiet and raspy, wavering a little. Your chest stutters, stomach doing that stupid thing, finger tips twitching in his palms. His hair has dried, but it sticks to his face because of sweat, sweat that makes his face glow, lips parted and swollen from biting them. His eyes are wide, a little red from irritation, searching your face, dropping to your mouth, then looking away when he realizes you’re staring back.

It’s slow, silent, as your faces inch closer. You can feel his warm breath on your upper lip, the stubble on his jaw when your fingers slip up his face into his hair, the heat from his hands that are now on your hips like an open flame, searing the feeling of his skin on yours into your body like muscle memory.

Then you’re kissing, lips moving in sync, tongues brushing. It’s messy and inexperience, your teeth even clashing, breathing becoming hurried. He tastes like watermelon chewing gum, and also blood, the coppery taste bitter but no unwelcome at all.

You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs, sighing into his mouth as his hands travel up your spine, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. He tugs very slightly, just enough for you to feel it, making your core ache. You start grinding down against his bulge subconsciously, desperate for friction between your legs, your mouth falling open against his when you get it.

“Oh fuck ethan” you whine, brows drawing together as you press down harder, he presses his forehead to your temple. Panting out against your cheek, his hand creeps around your body, down your stomach and to the button of your jeans.

When his fingers slip into your panties, very quickly finding your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your head. His fingers make circles on the bud, whispering into your ear as he plays with your pussy “Does it feel good?” he asks, and when you can’t seem to respond he worried he’s doing it wrong “Please I want to make you feel good baby” he mutters, switching techniques, flicking your clit side to side.

You squirm, hands digging into the skin of his hips as you pull away to look him in the eyes “I’m gonna cum” you whine, and your jaw goes slack when his fingers suddenly plunge into your heat, stretching you out deliciously.

“You’re so tight, and fucking wet” he coos, fingers thrusting in and out of you quickly, while his thumb abuses your clit. You rock into his touch, open mouth panting against his jaw, eyes rolling back as your orgasm creeps up “You look so pretty, so so pretty cumming on my fingers, Jesus fuck” mumbling the words into your hair has your thighs shaking, cumming dramatically, cursing under your breath. You clench around his fingers, grinding into his touch, wetness ruining your underwear, even soaking through the crotch of your jeans onto his.

“Can you give me another one? Wanna feel you on my cock please?” He whines, slipping his hand out of your pants, bucking his hips up into your core, stiff cock pressing to your core through the layers.

“I don’t know Ethan” you pout, nose knocking against his, a blush covering your cheeks when he pecks your lips. When you look at him, face flushed and sweaty, eyes begging silently, you feel heat between your legs once again, sighing in defeat “Has to be fast, need to get back to sams” you mumble into his mouth, and he nods in agreement.

He’s quickly, almost ripping your pants off, panties as well. When his cock is free, you think you’re actually salivating. He’s big, as to be expected, long and girthy, tip slapping against his belly button; angry and red, leaking with pearly beads of precum. A vein runs up the underside, prominent. You’re staring at his cock, like you’re ready to eat him alive.

“Is something wrong?” He interrupts your gaze.

Your quick to cradle his face in your palms, shaking your head quickly, pressing your mouth against his. You hover above his tip, grabbing him by the base, letting the head gently protrude at your entrance, shuddering at the stretch that already begins to burn as you slowly sink down. He moans into your mouth, and you accidentally bite down on his lip too hard, breaking the soft skin. Once he’s fully inside you find it hard to breathe, completely stuffed full of cock. Full of Ethan’s cock, feeling it twitch and pulsate inside of you, clearly begging you to move.

“So fucking tight” he practically growls, shoulders shuddering when you rise up again, ass slapping against his thighs when you fall back down. He wraps a stepping arm around your waist, carefully avoiding your wound, then begins fucking up into you a a gentle pace.

“Feels so good, love it so fucking much” he whines, eyes wide open as he looks between your bodies, speeding up with no warning “never want to leave, live in this pussy” his babbling has your heart fluttering, a drunk smile taking over your face as you moan out, nodding at his every praise.

He reaches so deep, deeper than any guy before, you’re almost sure he’s in your cervix, literally rearranging your guts. You chuckle at that, recalling threats from six months ago over the phone. When you laugh slightly, you clench around him, and that has him moaning out, head falling against the back of the couch.

The noises he makes are pretty, whiney and shameless, a contrast to the dirty words he’s letting out; and to how he looks, tall and muscular, drilling into you at an inhumane pace.

“I’m gonna cum again baby” you let out, slumping into his chest, spent, letting him fuck into you as he pleases. Your thighs are burning, sweaty everywhere, eyes barely open. The cord in your stomach is winding so tight your cunt aches, seeping wetness around the base of his cock, making obscene wet noises every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass.

He hums “yeah, yeah I’m close” he mumbles into the top of your head, fingers digging into the skin of yours hips so hard you know it’ll bruise “want you to cum on me, but- but can I cum inside?” he babbles, whiney, bordering on begging.

You nods frantically into his chest, heaving out a breathy string of ‘yesyesyesyes’ until you’re cumming around him, your body stilling, clenching around him as he cums as well. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced, white hot burning through your veins, your eyes rolling so far back you can see your skull, nails digging into his biceps so harshly you make him bleed. The way he pulses, twitching, loading you completely full of himself. It almost feels like it’ll never stop, creaming out around the base of his cock, covering your raw puffy lips in a mix of his seed and your wetness.

As if on cue, pounding comes from your door, making the both of you jump, heads whipping to it in panic “We’ve got serial killers to kill!” Tara’s voice shouts, and the both of you face each other in surprise, bursting out into a fit of laughter.

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act nine: “Do I have your permission to touch you anyway I would like?”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐚𝐧: I’m dying to know what everyone thinks about Jisung and what they think will happen in the future.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nipple play, clit and vaginal fingering, lots of dry humping and some dirty talk. for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, threesome, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung. Being tied up during sex.

Your body feels warm and fuzzy as you makeout with Jisung laying on the couch. This is so much better than the secret drunken kisses you’ve shared in the past.

When he pulls away from you and stands up you can’t help but pout.

“Oh princess don’t be sad I just need to move you to your bed,” he smiles holding his hand out. Without saying anything you take his hand. He picks up his backpack off the floor and leads you off to your bedroom.

Once in your room he drops your hand. “We’re gonna try something today. I’m going to be dominant with you. I’m not gonna be extra rough or mean or anything like that. But I want you to listen to me and do as I say. I ask for your full communication. If you ever feel uncomfortable you have to let me know.”

“Okay,” you respond. You’ve never experienced anything like this before.

“I want you to strip naked and then sit on the edge of the bed.”

You don’t think twice, you just follow his instructions. He strips down to his boxers and looks through his backpack before pulling out silk straps. You aren’t sure what he has planned but you’re excited.

“Have you ever been tied down during sex?”

You’ve never done anything remotely kinkly. Your ex never wanted to do anything like that. Silently you shake your head.

He sets forward putting his hand under your chin. His eyes narrow in on yours. “Baby you have to use your words and answer any questions I have.” His words send a shiver down your spine. The way he’s speaking to you turns you on.

“No,” you say quickly.

“Good job,” he smiles. “Now lay down and place your hands above your head.”

Everything feels like a blur as he slowly ties each of your hands to your bedpost with the silk ties. Your eyes are trained on him as he strips away his clothes. He stands at the foot of the bed already very hard. His body is absolutely mouth watering. His thin waist is reminding you that your curvy body is bigger than him. There is this feeling of embarrassment that washes over you. You don’t know why but you feel very aware of how exposed you are.

“What’s wrong?” His face softens as he stares at you. He sits on the edge of the bed and gently rubs your thigh.

“I feel very exposed and I’m not super comfortable with my own body.”

“Baby you’re beautiful. If I wasn’t attracted to you I wouldn’t have you tied to this bed.”

You can’t help but smile suddenly. Even behind this dominant facade you can see the shy boy who drunkenly loves cuddling with you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I need you to be honest with me,” his hand is still gently rubbing your thigh.

“Yes I want to do this.”

He stands up and gives you a gentle smile. “Spread your legs. We’re gonna use the traffic light system. Green means good, yellow means let’s take a moment to see how you’re feeling and red means stop immediately.” He’s sitting back on his hunches between your legs. The whole time you’ve known Jisung you’ve never seen him act this dominant before. There’s something thrilling about the way he’s looking at you. It’s a switch that goes off with him where one moment he’s gentle Jisung and the next minute he’s the man in control.

You nod silently awestruck by him.

“Baby you have to use your words,” he gives you a wicked grin.

“Okay.”

“Do I have your permission to touch you anyway I would like?”

“Yes.”

He lays on his stomach and licks his lips as he stares at your exposed core. You’re probably wet from the amount of dry humping you did on the couch. He runs his finger through your slit causing a silent gasp to cross your lips.

“I can’t tell you how long I have wondered what you taste like. Or what it would feel like to have your lips around me.” You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t wondered what it would be like to see each of the boys fall apart in your mouth. The moment his lips connect to your core you can’t help but moan. You tug on your wrist desperately wishing you could tangle your fingers in his hair. Your thighs move in slightly but before you could close your thighs his head pulls back and shakes his head at you.

“Baby you have to listen to me. Keep your legs spread wide for me,” he tone is firm.

“Okay,” you say, feeling embarrassed.

He dive back into your core this time not only using his tongue but his fingers. He is like a man drunk on your pussy. You fall apart on his tongue before he pumps his fingers into you. He starts pumping two fingers helping you ride out your high.

You try to pull away from him as the overstimulation starts to become too much.

“Color?” He asked.

“Green,” you quickly respond.

“Is it too much for baby?” He’s mocking you and it shouldn’t turn you on but it does.

“Yes,” you whine.

“Princess, what do you want?” He sits back on his hunches.

“I want you,” you tug on your wrist again.

“What do you want from me?” He’s going to make you say it. You know he won’t go easy on you.

“I want your cock,” you whine.

“All you had to do was ask,” he smiles. “Where are your condoms?”

“Top drawer.” You’re thankful you moved your pink vibrator that Changbin asked you to save for him. You don’t think you could tell Jisung no if he pulled it out.

He hops off the bed and quickly slides the rubber down his length. He’s back between your legs within a minute. He runs length between your folds collecting your release. He taps his tip against your sensitive clit earning a moan.

“Needy aren’t we?”

“I want you to fill me so bad,” you play along because you know what’s going to happen if you do.

He fills you in one quick thrust. His hands grip your hips tightly. He bottoms out and holds still, “color?” He’s similar in size as Chan and dick curves up slightly so he’s brushing the perfect part inside you.

“Green,” you moan.

“That’s my girl.”

He slams his hips into yours at a quick but firm pace. You can’t even stay quiet if you try. Thank god you live alone. The feeling of his quick pace while he’s stretching you out isn’t like anything you have ever experienced before. One of his hands stays locked on your hip while the other grope your breast. He pinches your nipple hard, earning a moan. “One day I’m going to spend hours just playing with your tits,” he groans. “God you feel fucking amazing,” he groans snapping his hips.

His hand snakes up resting on your throat without applying any pressure. Eyes lock on yours as a warmth takes over you. “Can I choke you princess?”

“Yes,” you moan.

He applies pressure and your head feels like it’s spinning. He’s ever so slightly cutting off your circulation.

“Fuck,” his moans are intoxicating.

Your high hits you like a hot wave. You see stars as you fall apart moaning his name. His hips never stop as you ride out your high. He moans your name as you can tell he’s approaching his own release. He pulls out of you quickly and pulls the rubber off tossing it in the bin next to your bed. He pumps his length until he shoots his milky ropes onto your thigh.

He sits back on his hunches as he breathing slowly starts to even out. He jumps off the bed and walks into the bathroom. He comes back with warm wash clothes and cleans up his release before he unties your hands. He gently massages each of your wrist before he presses a soft kiss to the inside of each of your wrist.

You haven’t said anything, you just watch him and observe him as he switches into his aftercare mode.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly.

“I feel great” you give him a soft smile.

“Was any of that too much?”

“Not at all.”

“Am I allowed to stay the night? I’m not sure if Bin or Chan did.”

He hadn’t brought up the other boys in a while and him mentioning them for some reason made you feel a little dirty. You try to push the feeling away. “They both stayed and I would really like you to.”

You get up to use the bathroom and brush your teeth. Once back in your room you lay down in bed not bothering to get dressed. Jisung is spooning you, not missing a chance to be close to you.

“Are you always like this?” You ask as he holds onto you tight. His body is pressed up behind yours.

“No I’m not. I can be gentle and give up control if you want,” he presses his lips to your shoulder.

“I like you in control. I just wonder what it’s like to be able to freely touch you during sex.”

“Next time I’ll let you touch me however you like.”

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“You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”

Lillie shook her head quickly, her hand curling a bit tighter around Solgaleo’s Pokéball.

“No, no. I want to.”

Sure, just the thought of getting close to an Ultra Beast was terrifying to her after what happened with her mother all those long months ago, but things were different now. She was an accomplished trainer with five Kanto badges under her belt, a full team of Pokémon, and more experience than most kids her age had. She’d faced her abusive mother. She’d sat down and had a much-needed talk with her once-estranged older brother. She’d been able to let go of the past enough to accept a new family in the form of Professors Kukui and Burnet. And she’d even had the courage to confess her crush to Luna shortly after returning to Alola. This was the last loose end that needed tying up. If she could just face an Ultra Beast, then maybe she could finally feel completely at peace with everything that had happened to her.

Luna and Wicke were clearly still worried, but they didn’t protest further. The Ultra Beasts had made a lot of progress with accepting their new reality and were almost, dare they say, docile. Besides, there wasn’t much any of the alternate dimension creatures could do in the face of Alola’s legendary Pokémon and resident Champion.

Wicke punched in the code for the conservation area and the elevator began to rise. Soon enough, they were let out into the lush paradise of a floor. It was empty at the moment, but that would soon be remedied as Wicke pulled out a Beast Ball.

One by one, Lillie met the Urtra Beasts. The first was Kartana - she was careful not to touch its sharp little body as she cupped her hands beneath it. Next was Buzzwole, and she couldn’t help giggling at its various show-offy poses. Xurkitree’s wriggling arms were adorably fluid and its static energy made her hair stand on end. Celesteela was huge, but awfully polite and gentle - a far cry from how it had started out, according to Wicke. Guzzlord was one that they had all worried about. It seemed to be constantly hungry. And, as a result of that hunger, constantly grouchy as well. But it thankfully behaved itself and they were able to move on.

Pheromosa came as a shock. It was so easy to see where her mother got the inspiration for her clothes that Lillie had to pause for several long moments and remind herself that this was not her mother. Her mother was dead and gone and this was simply a facet of the woman’s obsession... Unfortunately the quiet self-reassurance did nothing to stop the tears welling in her eyes. But the last thing she expected was for the Ultra Beast to reach out and wipe those tears away.

Luna and Wicke gasped in unison.

“Pheromosa hates touching anything if they don’t have to...!” Wicke explained, her voice quiet in her awe.

A moment passed, and Lillie managed a quivering smile.

“Thank you, Pheromosa.”

The last Ultra Beast was her greatest challenge. Her mother had dressed her up like it. Countless of its species drifted throughout Ultra Space. Lusamine had allowed it to merge with her and attacked them without mercy.

And then it was floating before her, looking just as uncertain and afraid as she felt.

“Nihilego... this is Lillie...” Luna said, speaking slowly in the hopes that it would help ease the tension in the room.

“Lillie... Nihilego.”

Lillie nodded feebly, hands frozen at her sides.

All the memories were rushing back. All the stories she’d heard from Wicke, too - about its potent neurotoxen, about the various effects it had on its hosts, about the leftover damage its kind had done to Guzma’s mind... It was more terrifying to her than she’d expected it to be. And with that terror came guilt and frustration with herself. She was stronger than this...! She’d proven as much! So why was it still so hard...?!

Luna reached out, taking hold of her hand.

“You still don’t have to do this...” she murmured.

“We can stop...”

Lillie wanted to protest. Wanted to say she was fine. But that would be a lie.

She nodded, trying not to cry as Wicke recalled the Ultra Beast.

On the ride back down the elevator shaft, Luna leaned close, planting a tender kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.

“You did great, Lillie... You should be proud.”

Lillie smiled, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

“Thank you, Luna...”

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act fifteen: “Do you want to see me again?”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐚𝐧: sorry it’s been so long the summer was hard for me. please let me know your predictions for what is going to happen.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole, oral (fem & male receiving), piv, unprotected sex, groping, use or traffic light system, choking, and spanking, the mc calls herself a slut more warning to come. Soft but dominant jisung, kinda sub reader for jisung. Being tied up during sex, anal play, use of a butt plug, names such as baby, princess and good girl, Changbin is a little pushy here but everything that happens is because the reader agrees. The reader knows they can fully say no and not do anything.

It’s the night of mutual friend of yours Hyunjin’s birthday. He’s throwing a huge party at his house he shares with your other friends Minho and Felix. You originally planned on taking a taxi over but before you could even think about it Changbin asked if you could go together.

Sitting in the passenger seat of his car his hand rests on your thigh as he drives down the road humming along to the radio.

Before Changbin picked you up, both Chan and Jisung texted you letting you know they’ll be at the party.

Changbin parks his car down the street. He got out of his car quickly and walked over and opened your door as you were applying a light coat of lipgloss. He helps you out and takes your hand.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” He asked.

“Of course you can.”

He pulls you close to him. Holding your face with both hands he leans in and slowly kisses. He pulls away and you notice the shine of your lipgloss on his lips. Reaching up you run your thumb across his bottom lip removing the remnants of your lipgloss.

“I like being able to kiss you,” he says.

You can’t help but smile at his words. There’s a warmth that takes over your chest. He takes your hand leading you down the street towards the party.

Walking into the crowded room you can’t help but feel a little awkward. You've never attended one of these parties with a date. You glance toward Changbin and instantly notice how happy he looks. He makes you feel suddenly confident.

Entering the kitchen you find Jisung making a drink while talking to Minho. The moment he hears Changbin’s voice he looks behind him and lights up at the sight of you.

Jisung pulls you into him. He leans in and presses his lips to yours for a quick kiss. You pull back with eyes wide wondering if anyone is paying attention to the fact that Jisung kissed you.

“Ji-“

“Am I not allowed to kiss you?” He smiles.

“You can kiss me it’s just-“ you came here with Changbin and you weren’t sure if people around would question why Jisung kissed you.

“I know you’re a busy girl. How do I schedule another night with you?” He tilts your head up so you’re staring into his warm eyes.

“Do you want to see me again?”

“Absolutely. How about we go see that new movie we talked about and then I could blow your back out?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“YN?” You pull away from Jisung to find Changbin leaning against the counter smiling. “Jisung.” He nods his head at his friend who is holding your hand while talking to you.

“Bin I’m trying to have a moment with our girl.” He steps away from you smiling.

The party is kind of a blur. You make your way around holding Changbin’s hand as he talks to a lot of people. Changbin is one of those people who everyone seems to be drawn to. Everyone seems to know him and always wants to talk to him. You only leave him when you find Chan in the kitchen making himself a drink.

“Hey Chan.”

He looks up and smiles at you. You want to wrap your arms around him and kiss him, but you know you shouldn’t. “Where is Bin?” He asked.

“He’s talking to Hyunjin.”

“Have you been avoiding me at this party?” You noticed he hasn't tried talking to you at all tonight.

“I’m not really avoiding you. I’m just trying to let Changbin have his own time with you. I hope if I was on a date with you Bin would give us our space.”

This conversation with Chan feels weird and you wish you could fully explain it.

“Oh I understand. Would you prefer I leave you alone?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to ever leave me alone. I just think Changbin wants space with you tonight.”

You watch Chan's eyes shift looking over your shoulder. You automatically know Changbin is behind you. The feeling of his hands on your waist lets you know you were correct.

“I’m gonna go talk to Seungmin,” Chan dismissed himself quickly from the conversation.

The whole time you walk around the party with Changbin your brain keeps thinking about your conversation with Chan. You wish that you could turn your brian off and just let yourself enjoy the night.

As the night progresses you notice that Changbin is getting more and more handsy. You aren’t shocked when he leads upstairs towards a bathroom away from the crowd of the party.

The moment he pushes you up against the locked bathroom door your eyes go wide. His smirk is enough to make your knees weak.

“Changbin we’re at a party,” you sigh.

“So,” he shrugs. “We’re upstairs and everyone is downstairs.”

“What if someone hears?”

“That didn’t stop you when we fucked in that bathroom at the bar.” A hot wave of embarrassment instantly washes over you.

“Bin-“

“Come on, just play a little with me.”

“What if someone hears?”

“Baby-“ he drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “I don’t care if anyone hears.” The way he’s looking at you intoxicatingly. “I just wanna make you feel good. Let me, finger you.” You don’t say anything, you just stare at him silently for a moment. “If you don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” You know he would never make you do something you don’t want to do.

“But Chan and Jisung are here.” you’re trying to remind yourself that the idea that fooling around with Changbin at this party is insane.

“Last time I checked you’re allowed to sleep with any of us as you please. But like I told you I’m not pressuring you into having sex right now. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. The ball is in your court just like it always is.”

He’s not wrong, you aren’t tied to any of the boys more than the other.

You take a deep breath trying to shut off your brain. Leaning forward you crash your lips into his. His hands roam your body as he continues to kiss you.

It’s not long before your underwear are on the floor and Changbin’s pants are pushed down. Sitting on the edge of the counter with your legs parted. He slowly pushes into you without giving you time to adjust to this size. You have one hand tangled in his hair while the other is gripping his shoulder. He crashes his lips into attempting to muffle your moans. You don’t want the whole party to know what’s unfolding in the bathroom between you.

He’s thrusting into you at a quick pace. You know you won’t last long. You can already feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. He must notice you’re on the brink of falling apart. He pulls his lips away from yours and whispers, “fuck you’re so tight.”

“I’m close,” you whimper.

“Fuck,” his hand grips your thigh.

“Please-“

“Cum for me.”

Your grip in his hair tightens as you fall part. Your chest rises and falls as you try your hardest to stay silent as your high washes over you. His grip on your thigh tightens as find his own release.

The way Changbin is looking at you makes you feel guilty. His look isn’t lust filled, it's the look of a man who deeply cares about you.

You know right then and there you’re in love with Changbin, the problem is you aren’t only in love with him. You know immediately you can’t keep doing this.

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