#little bit of lower stomach tattoo is driving me insane

[wearsitlikeadress]

[tan1shere]

Baby I could slow down

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I had no idea what to do until I was talking with a friend and she helped a bit, so enjoy !!

Summary: Ellie had been your tattoo artist for a bit, you hadn't gotten many tattoos in the past and if you did it wasn't anything huge. But you decided you wanted to get a tramp stamp, til things get heated.

Warnings: smut, mdni. Mirror sex, glove fixation ??? Bit filthy 😇 soft dom Ellie DUH this is me, I'm a soft dom Ellie fanatic. And sub, but kinda confident reader-? Ok that's all 😁

Masterlist

It was becoming an addiction. One tattoo was leading to 3, 6. So on and so on. You had a few tattoos already, but you decided today was the day you got a tramp stamp, you had been wanting one for some time. Only now were you going through with it. You have been going to the same artist since your first tattoo ever. She was your favorite not only was she good at her job but she was hot. And I mean hot. Everyone who knew of her thought the same thing. But she never would look at them like you. You were thankfully a tad blinded by it. Ofcourse you felt slight tension whenever you'd go, but you'd never think much of it. Until today.

You were wearing a white shirt that was tight to your skin, thin. Alongside some black jeans. It was later in the evening and you were her last for the day, which was usually the case, you would always go in the afternoon. You step through the doors, everything was quiet and it was just Ellie there. "Knock knock." You say, soon after seeing her come into the room. "Hey you." She grins slightly. You set your things down going over to the long flat table. "So a tramp stamp huh?" You nod. "Been wanting one for awhile actually." She grabs her black gloves. And you don't know what comes over you but the way she snaps it onto her hands makes you weak in the knees. You swallow, beginning to lay on your stomach on the black leather. "Haven't been in for awhile." She states, grabbing her supplies. You look infront of you, realizing the mirror was right there.

None of the tats youd get involved laying on your stomach. Ellie comes over, taking a moment looking at your curves, the way your lower back dipped as you prompted yourself on your forearms. Her gloved hands come to your sides slowly running along them, lifting your shirt in the process. Only a tiny bit before she goes to your jeans pulling them down just a smidge as you had high rise on, to get to your lower back. "This is going to look so good on you." She compliments. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You had been just getting yourself sorted that you hadn't noticed there was quiet music going on in the background. Ellie places the stencil on your skin, making sure it was placed good. Once that was all sorted.

She begins to start the pen up, you hear the vibrations. Getting ready for the slight pinchy sting. But in all honesty, it wasn't that painful usually. Her lingering touches on your sides felt nice, in a way almost teasing. "The butterfly suits you." You bit your lip slightly. And this woman looks up for a second, into the mirror. Noticing the action. You didn't dare look back. Everything was quiet in the room, the air filled with something flirty. It was starting to drive you insane.

Eventually there was some small talk, she'd ask about life recently and you did the same. Catching up from the last time you had come in. Her hands softly touch your skin, bringing the needle into your skin. It stung a tiny bit but by now you were use to it. "Comfortable?" She asks. You nod slightly. "Yeah it's easing up the more I come." You look up and in the mirror to see her smiling, yet still focusing on the tattoo. "Glad you come back to me so often." You bit your lip a little. "Yeah course, you're the best at what you do." Her smile turns into a slight grin. "Oh yeah?" That made your heart skip a beat, the way her voice was right now. You wanted to squirm but you knew you had to stay still. Which made Ellie want to tease you even more, knowing you could do nothing. The thought rolled around her brain driving her a little crazy. Her fingers lightly brush your side as she gets a different angle.

Things were quiet, you could feel the slight tension tho. The hand that was on your side now Moves to rest on the curve of your ass. Your eyes go wide at how casually she does the action. It was hot regardless. "Don't mind my hand love, just trying to find the right position." You swallow. "No thats- fine." She lets out a slight chuckle at how rushed that came out. "Just gotta get myself comfortable y'know?" You bit your lip, harder this time. You had to stay calm you couldn't make any movements. But it's as if she was testing you. You peer at her through the mirror infront of you, until you realized the needle had stopped for a second. She was looking right back at you. Your eyes locked for a good minute, when you let out a breath. "Nervous?" She blurts out. You're silent. You're afraid if you open your mouth you might moan. That just makes you shake your head out of that thought. You needed to be the one to focus because Jesus Christ.

"No, just-" But you had no idea how to cover that breath up. Fuck fuck fuck. Was this embarrassing or what. "Going too fast?" That confused you slightly, almost making you choke on your own spit. "With the tattoo darling." Oh. Your eyes blink a few time. "Uhm, yeah just a little.." Great save. She noticed how silent you were all of a sudden. "Baby, I could slow down if that's what you need me to do?" Your eyes meet in the mirror again. "Since this is bigger than you're use to." There was a slight smirk evident on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing. Wording things in such a way. "Uhm, it's ok just new to this, yeah- bigger than what I'm uhm. Use to." She just chuckles again, looking back down at the tattoo. But her focus was more on the way your back was arched. Her brain let it travel to all these thoughts. What it'd be like to see her fucking you from behind, especially with this tattoo. But that wasn't professional, was it Ellie? You let your eyes go away from the mirror, looking down at your hands.

Fuck it. She thought. She was almost done with it anyways. "Well. Whoever gets to be the one seeing this from behind is lucky. Very lucky." - "All done." She then says, to which you move sitting up. "Too bad no one gets to." You say. Ellie was sly, making sure you weren't involved with anyone by that statement. "Huh.. Shame." Your eyes meet yet again, but not before you turn your ass slightly to get a better look at it. You smile wide. "Oh my God I love it!" You beam. "Good good." She goes to clean up, about to take her gloves off when you stop her. "Wait- keep them on." She was a little shocked at the sudden request but did so anyway. You felt bold all of a sudden. "Maybe there's one person who could enjoy looking at it.. From behind." Her smirk grew. "Oh yeah? Who might that be?" You slowly stride closer. "Maybe the one who did it." She looks up at you from her seat, lust peeking through her green eyes.

Was she really going to go through with this. I mean this is her place, she could do what she liked. And it's not like she didn't know you at all. She was still looking at you. So were you, but your eyes traveled to her hands, her own tattoo. Good lord. She soon noticed making her smirk a bit with pride. She liked the way she affected you. She subtly moves her fingers around, she had it resting on her thigh. But since you were watching why not have a little fun. Her arm shortly flexes, making her slight veins stick out. You could feel your breathing getting heavier, you needed it. Needed her. Your eyes meet hers again, when suddenly she's reaching out. Grabbing the back of your thighs and swiftly pulling you onto her lap. Your breath got caught in your throat as you weren't expecting it. Her lips were immediately on yours. This kiss was well needed and hungry.

"Ever since you first came in here I've been wanting to do that." You bit your lip again, looking down at hers. "I think you should totally do it again." And she did instantly. Keeping her hands gently on your waist. "Get back on the table." She says slightly out of breath. "Only if you keep those gloves on." You smirk a lil, making her smirk too. "Yes ma'am." You try not to giggle like a pathetic little looser as she says that, getting back on the table. Her hand came in contact with your jeans before you do, yanking them down. You turn your head to look at her. She examines your body fully. "This will be fun." You smile more getting on the cushion table again. "Everytime I come for a tattoo I always wish we could do something.." You admit.

It boosts her ego crazily. She wastes no time taking your underwear off, gently pulling your legs so you're closer to her. "Mmmm." She let's out lowly. Your head lifts, looking at her in the mirror. "Want you to keep looking into it, want you to watch your face as I fuck you." You felt yourself clench around nothing, getting incredibly desperate for this now. You watch as she undoes her pants, getting out what you've been craving. "Matches the gloves, huh." Her voice made you wetter, and the thought made you close your eyes. She moves over your body grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you reopen your eyes. "What'd I say." Her voice was soft, laced with demand. "You bit your lip even harder. "To look in the mirror as you fuck me." She hums. "Good." You could feel the tip waiting to be slipped in. She does, shortly. Painfully slow if you might add. But once it was all in, you arch your back. Begging for more of it. "Haven't even moved yet babe." But you didn't care at all. You needed this. Now.

"Please." You breath, and it makes Ellie go crazy. She begins to move and not slowly either. In fact it was faster than you had anticipated. She was just as eager as you tho, the way your back arched, the way the tattoo looked. Your curves. She was loving this all too much. You look at her through the mirror, her eyes were looking at your body until then she met yours in the mirror. "Hear how wet you are? You had been wanting this huh?" You finally let out a moan, trying not to be too loud. "God you're so fine, glad you wanted this tat you look so hot with it. Especially in this position." It was her turn to bite her lip, watching as you moved on the strap too. It was intoxicating how this was all making you feel. "I'm so close." You blab, which made her speed up. Your eyes roll back, Ellie swears she could just cum at the sight of you in the mirror. The strap moving in a way that it gets her clit nice, making her groan and speed up again. "You look so good, shit."

Moans, grunts. Whines, were all that could be heard as you both come closer to your release. "Ellie i-" you were cut off by yet another moan. "I know, feel you clenching, mph. You're getting tighter." Your eyes never leave the mirror, and now so do hers. The latex of the gloves come in contact with your hips, sending you into overdrive as this gives her a better chance at slamming into you. You let out a cry of her name as you finally cum around her, Ellie looses it at the sight, the speed hitting her clit still making her cum along with you. All to be heard was heavy breaths. "It's free." She breathes out huskily.

[icedkestrel]

Swim

A/N: Hey guys, I've noticed a lack of Zimo smut so I wrote some myself. It's not beta read or edited because my editing app broke so it's probably kinda bad. Title from that Chase Atlantic song

Posted on AO3 as well: Swim

I think letting that man help me with my stance at gun range that one time was the best decision I've ever made. We've had ups and downs but Zimo, my Zhiqiang has helped me become a better person for it.

The stress and trauma that comes from this job in Specgru leaves Zhiqiang with a lowered libido and the combination with insomnia leaves me writhing in my skin for more every long night. Everything about him, those starry night eyes, that dragon tattoo on his back and those little glimpses I get if he wears grey sweatpants, everything drives me insane and honestly maybe makes me a bit of a pick me girl to my own boyfriend.

Maybe the universe had heard my anguish or maybe she was just being nice tonight but I had noticed the signs. A day of sun in the midst of a barren February, a break from missions, the shine in Zhiqiang’s eyes when he stares.

He does that a lot, stare I mean. He stares at his friends while they talk, at supervisors when they walk by and at me when I do anything. Lately though, his stares have grown suggestive in nature, fleeting down to private areas and drawing my own gaze to unsavoury areas. Of course anyone who looked for more than 3 seconds could understand exactly what he wanted. Roach ended up teasing me for an entire afternoon once.

That’s how I ended in this position. I am leaning heavily against Zhiqiang as I straddle his lap. His hand runs across my back and down my spine in a comforting manner as he keeps me lifted with my cunt directly over his red hard cock.

“Your first time, we’ll do this slowly, Ok? Nice and slow.”

He slowly pushed me down by the hand on my back while pulling me off of him slightly to gain access to my flushed sweaty face. There was a sudden stretch as I tried to accommodate the cock now breaching me and I made sure to let him know of the pain by trying and failing to grip his buzzed hair.

“Awwww poor little soldier.”

However, he continued to push me down against the blunt head of his cock. Almost unbearable, the pain continued as he bottomed out inside of me and stilled for a second. To distract me, Zhiqiang leaned forward and took me in a gentle kiss then swallowed my pathetic whimper as he rubbed his finger over my clit just right.

Pleasure blossomed throughout my whole body and nulled the pain from the stretch to fit him in. More moans fell out from my lips as he flicked my clit in a way that had me believing he could have been a fertility god. Suddenly he grabbed the flesh of my hips and pushed me up again, finally properly fucking me. My legs shake as his cock hits every sensitive spot deep inside of me and sends waves of pleasure that leave me breathless and soundless.

I squeak and wrap my arms around the man in front of me for stability. Zhiqiang let out a little raspy laugh that permeated straight to my chest and kissed me on the cheek.

“Feels good, right?”

“Mmm hmm” I mumbled into his shoulder and kissed his neck as I felt him continue to fuck up into me. The familiar knot in my lower stomach begins to grow and I move my hips up and down slightly in a rhythm like Zhiqiang. A growl escaped with his lips and I could feel him twitch inside of me. Still with care, he starts to thrust into me harder and suddenly the knot snaps. I grip Zhiqiang’s shoulders and scream silently while my eyes roll back into my head from the sheer overwhelming pleasure flooding my body. As tears prick my waterline, I could feel Zhiqiang hold my hips down and fill up the condom placed around his cock. He slips out of me and smiles at me again, petting my hair like a cat.

While he takes off the condom and throws it out in the small garbage can, I slowly sit up and stretch out my limbs as I regain feeling in them. My boyfriend walks back over to me and helps me up by my armpits so that we could go to the bathroom to shower. Of course I ended up groping him at least once.

Afterwards we cuddled like we had many times before. On top of him with my head in his neck, his arms around me and calm conversation filling the space between us. We fit together like puzzle pieces and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. He took a little longer due to his insomnia but in the end he ended up sleeping, holding me like a teddy bear.

[kpoppwriter]

Wandering Thoughts

❧ Genre: fluff + suggestive (Tattoo Artist!Yuta x Baker!Reader)

❧ Words: 816

❧ Warnings: kissin’ and touchin’ (nothing too explicit)

❧ Synopsis: A sweet morning with your boyfriend soon turned spicy when you spotted the tattoos hidden under his shirt

❧ A/N: we’re back babyyyy I saw the trailer for the movie Yuta’s going to be in and I just had to write something for him cause now I got Yuta brainrot (also if anyone wants me to start a tag list for this unofficial series, I will!) 

Piercings and Pastries | A Simple Gesture | Make Me Insane | Birthday Cake | Wandering Thoughts

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

The soft early morning light peeked out from between the curtains in your bedroom. You could feel the light hitting your face, your cheek warming up just a bit. The soft beating of a heart invaded your ear as the body beneath you started to shift. Your arm tightened around the torso your head was currently resting on. An arm came around your shoulders pulling you closer into the chest. Your eyes slowly opened. 

“Good morning, Yuta.”

“Good morning, baby.”

You looked up at your boyfriend and sleepily smiled. His hair was going every which way and he still looked half asleep. His fingers weaved into your hair gently playing with the strands. He leaned down to kiss you but you put your hand up between your lips. 

“No, I have morning breath.”

“You think I really care about that?” he chuckled

He pulled your hand away and planted a kiss right on your lips before you had a chance to protest again. You were glad he insisted on kissing you. You could never get enough of his kisses. You let out a content hum against his lips. 

“I like starting the mornings off like this,” you mumbled, “I wanna start my days off like this all the time.”

“You know, we can make that a reality.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. You and Yuta had been talking about moving in together for some time. You just needed to really set it in stone now. You couldn’t help at smile at the thought of you and Yuta living together. You’d been waiting for the day that the idea was proposed but it was so nerve wracking to actually do it. But maybe you were finally ready to take that leap. 

“You have work today?” 

You pulled yourself out of your reverie when you heard Yuta’s raspy morning voice. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I work today.”

“You want a ride?” he asked

“You don’t have to go though the hassle of giving me a ride. I can take my car.”

“I’m asking because I want to drive you. It’s not a hassle to me,” he said, “Plus, if I drive you, I’ll get to see you again when I drive you home.”

“You make it seem like I never see you during the day,” you teased, “I swear you eat every meal in my bakery.”

“What can I say? Your pastries are the best.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting out of bed. You let out a little whine at the loss of your favorite Yuta sized pillow. Even though you didn’t want to, you knew it was time for you to get up as well. You sat up in bed watching as your boyfriend walked over to the bathroom. He stopped at the end of the bed and stretched. His arms lifted into the air making his shirt ride up just enough for you to see the tattoos on his lower stomach and his belly button piercing. Your eyes widened at the sight. There was something so attractive about that simple action and it made your mind wander again but to some other less than wholesome thoughts. Yuta noticed how you were frozen staring at him. He quirked an eyebrow up as he looked over your now blushing face. 

“What’re you lost in thought about, babydoll?”

“I should get a tattoo,” you muttered 

“A tattoo? You?” Yuta’s eyes widened, “You’ve been very against getting tattoos plus I thought you were scared of the needles.”

He came to sit beside you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Just- uh...ya know...” you cleared your throat, “They look so...good on you.”

“Ahh, so that’s it.”

“Huh?” you looked at him confused

“I was wondering why you were blushing so hard, you naughty thing.”

“No, that’s not-”

“You’re far too easy to read, babydoll.”

He lifted your chin and pressed his lips against yours. He began feverishly kissing you, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist. In one fluid motion, he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Your hands snuck under his shirt, your fingers brushing over his tattooed skin. You came to your senses and pulled away from your boyfriend suddenly. 

“I have to get to work,” you breathed 

“Mm, come on baby. You can be a little late,” his lips traveled down to your neck, “You are the owner after all.”

“But Yuta I...I have- uh.”

His lips on your neck always drove you insane and he knew it. He knew about all your weaknesses and knew just how to exploit them. He’s a real menace. 

“I know you want to, sweetheart. I can feel how fast your heart is beating.”

“Mmm...f-fine. I’ll go in late,” you conceded 

“Good.” his hand slowly traveled up your thigh, “Now, how about I show you the places I’d love to see a tattoo on your body?”

[yumehoxo]

⚠️WARNING⚠️ this story contains 18+ content (fingering, car sex, strong language, degradation, etc..)

Eren jeager x female bodied reader

*f/s = favorite snack*

“𝐼𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎-𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙”.

It’s been over a week since you last saw him, although it wasn’t his fault. It was exam week both of your schedules were full, and on top of that you both decided to procrastinate all your work as well.

You missed his touch, the way he would whisper in your ear, the way his hands caressed your body.

You found yourself like this every night, your fingers pumping in and out of you, as memories of you tugging on his brown locks, him thrusting in and out of you, a string of saliva connecting from one mouth to another, all of your shared lewd memories flashing through your head.

Your anticipation for the week to finally end grew more everyday, slowly driving you insane.

“𝐼𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡...”

Exams were finally done, although you think you didn’t think you passed most of them, at least the burden of the actual test was off your shoulders. You could care less, you could deal with the score later. Just not today.

You got in the shower, using all of your best products, exfoliating your skin, cleaning off the face mask from earlier, shaving your legs with a fresh razor. As you got out the shower you fixed your hair and put on a little bit of makeup.

You were checking the time constantly. Anxiously waiting for him to come pick you up.

You sat there trying to distract yourself with your phone, going through social media’s only to get even more anxious.

It was 7:50p.m he said he would be here by 7:30p.m.

“Should I call him?” You thought to yourself, picking up your phone again and looking at his contact. “No I don’t want to look needy.” You sighed putting your phone back down again.

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“𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡”.

7:56 p.m

You heard knocking on your door, quickly getting up to go open the door, he was standing there out of breath. He had on grey sweatpants, a black tshirt that fit perfectly around his biceps showing his perfectly formed muscles. His tattoos slightly peeking out from the sleeves, his brown hair tied lazily into a man bun causing a couple strands to fall to the sides of his face, now slightly sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

“I’m so sorry there was so much traffic in my road because of some party Jean is hosting.” He panted. You stared at him, it felt like you haven’t seen him in years.

“It- Its- fine don’t worry about it.” You said back to him. You felt like a 16 year old girl again going on her first date. The butterfly’s in your stomach were going on a rampage, unable to control them.

He walked inside closing the door behind him. He snaked his hand around your waist, his lips met your neck causing you to moan ever so slightly. His kisses trailed up from your neck to your ear..

“Don’t look at me like that or we might just have to cancel our date.” He whispered in your ear. They way his breath tickled your ear sent chills down your spine. You could have sworn you melted at that moment. Head dizzy with lewd thoughts.

He grabbed your hand and opened the door again,

“Now come on we’re going to a drive in movie.” He said with a slight smirk on his face, satisfied from the look he left on your face as you cheeks were flushed red.

“A drive in movie? I didn’t even know those types of events were hosted anymore.” You said to him trying to bring down the sexual tension.

“Neither did I until Armin told me.” He said back.

You both walked to his car, your hands intertwined together as you told each other about the shitty week you both had. The sun was setting as you walked through the parking lot, the orange/pink sunset hitting his skin. The view was like eye candy the way his emerald green eyes sparkled, his strands of hair flowing slightly back from the breeze. You looked away before he noticed you staring but it was too late...

“You like what you see?” He said with a sly smirk on his face. Causing your face to get red again, but you managed to calm yourself down quick enough.

“I would like to see what’s in your pants more” you said with a smirk and a lewd look in your eyes. His head shot in your direction you could have sworn he broke it by turning so fast. You looked up at him giggling like what you said wasn’t a big deal. His face was slightly tainted red from blushing to your statement.

“Oh is that so y/n?” He said smiling as one eyebrow raised slightly. His head slightly leaned down next to your ear “Well two can play at that game my love..” he whispered.

Both of your eyes widened and your face turned an even darker shade of red. You stood there not able to say nothing back.

“Oh so you have nothing to say now?” he said while eyeing you from the side.

“Shut up!” You said playfully, throwing a soft lunch at his arm only for your wrist to be grabbed and pinned over your head and your body to be pushed up against his car. You didn’t even notice you were at his car yet until now.

“Aww don’t tell me to shut up, you know you like it.” He said looking straight into your e/c eyes. He slowly let go of your wrists as you stood there in utter shock from what just happened. He opened the passenger door for you as you got in still having said nothing from his actions.

The whole ride to the drive in his hand was on your thighs slowly getting higher and higher and going right back down to your knee just to watch the way you get flustered. It felt like it was taking forever to get there.

After another 20 minutes of driving you guys finally made it there was quite a lot of cars with either their trunks facing the screen with their trunk open, or they were sitting on the hood or roof of their car. It all seemed so romantic, it’s the last place you’d expect him to take you. The movie had already started and it was now dark outside.

“I’m going in the back seat so I can get some more leg room” you said.

“Same here” he replied. Good thing he had an 8 seat car or else you would have just stayed in the front. He handed you a blanket and your f/s. As the movie played your leg was over his and his hand was on your thigh. Although it’s only been 30 minutes since the movie started the sexual tension in the air never died down. You’ve been touch starved for too long and you weren’t going to wait any longer.

You maneuvered your way around him so you were strattling him as you looked him into the eyes.

“Is something wron-” you cut him off with a kiss. His hands roamed up and down your sides. You slowly stopped and look to either side of you there were two cars but they were paying attention to the movie, you went and out of the sun shaders as if it was going to help anything.

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“𝐷𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒”

You could both hear the movie playing in the background, but the sound of wet kisses and moans were more audible to your ears. His hands roamed his way up your body unclipping your bra, slowly removing the strap from each of your shoulders. He lifted up your shirt just enough to see both of your breasts. He took one into his mouth sucking hard enough to leave a mark while massaging the other one. As you tried your best you couldn’t hold in your moans as you took your hand to cover your mouth to muffle yourself.

“Uh- uh, I want to hear your voice.” He said coldly while removing your hand from your mouth and replacing it with his lips...

“Okay princess?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Y-yes” you said back as he went to tend to you other breast.

You could feel him growing hard underneath you. You rocked your hips against his to get some sort of reaction.

“S-shit” he whined as you continued.

He took your hips into his hands and pressed down hard so you would stop moving. He tugged at your jeans..

“Take these off” he told you in between kisses. You complied taking them off as he took off his shirt. His abs and tattoos now visible to you. You could feel your cunt dripping just by looking at him. You crawled back onto his lap immediately pressing your mouth on his and letting your hands trace over his abs. His hand moved to your heat rubbing slow circles over your panties. A small moan escaped your mouth,only for him to swallow it by pressing his mouth over yours again. He slowly moved your panties to the side and started slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. You rocked your hips against him asking for more..

“Be patient, the movie isn’t even close to done” you whimpered at his words but nodded your head.

As he pumped his fingers inside of you, you slowly ran you hands down his abs to his hardened cock. Palming it slowly, causing him to moan into your heated kiss. You pulled away from the kiss throwing your head back, moaning loudly. Your body shook as you reached your high, releasing on his fingers.

You smiled shyly at him as you caught your breath again. You’re stare lingering too long causing him to pull you into a kiss again hands wrapping around your lower back. You slowly broke the kiss by tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants. He understand what your were trying to do and lifted himself up a little to pull his sweatpants and boxers off to free his aching cock. You could see the pre-cum leaking out giving his member a soft glimmer in the moonlight hitting you both. You started rubbing slowly tracing circles with your thumb around the head earning you a grunt from him. You lifted your hips and placed his tip and your entrance. You pushed yourself down slowly as you tried to stifle your moans as you needed to adjust to his size.

“S-shit you-your so tight y/n” he moaned barely managing to connect the sentence together. You started moving up and down slowly as you pulled on the back of his hair earning an even louder moan from him. As your felt the knot in your stomach build up you started speeding up your movements, he noticed and started thrusting his hips into yours.

“E-Eren I-” your breathed out only to be cut halfway through your sentence.

“Me too” Eren replied as his movements sped up.

He started hitting the spongy spot making you see stars in your vision as you moaned his name following with curses right afterwards. It didn’t take either of you long to reach your high point. You slumped down into him after releasing wrapping your hands around his neck as you both caught your breath.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week” you told him.

“Same here” he said while pressing a kiss on your forehead.

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Authors note: lmao I wrote this on my phone during school but umm I saw this idea somewhere I just can’t remember who. :( but umm anyways I’m sorry for any typos but I hope you enjoyed! I love y’all *muah*

Btw I do requests 🥰❤️💫

[theluckyyyoneee]

Guise

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Namjoon)

Genre: angst/fluff(in later parts, yoongi in denial bigtime also realizations:) also instagramstalking!lol)

Word Count: 4.9+k

part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |

SoulmateAU! Where he hides his soulmate tattoo from everyone, especially you.

Yoongi approached your figure that currently stood in front of the stove, looking incredibly comfortable and adorable in a simple pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. Wrapping his arms around your soft frame, he rested his chin on your shoulder, feeling a smile creeping on his lips, a feeling of contentment filling his entire being. 

Until he felt your once lax form tense and begin to push him away and he stumbled back a few steps in confusion at your sudden strange behavior. He watched as you slowly turned to him, eyeing him with a look of both disgust and pity. Glancing him up and down, you crossed your arms across your chest and tsked in disappointment, an eyebrow ticking up and a corner of your lip curved in a condescending smile. “Did you really think you could ever make me happy?”

The surroundings turned hazy and unfocused, and you suddenly beamed and sprinted past him, turning just in time to see you throw yourself into the arms of a man who looked a lot like Namjoon. It was as if his lower half had been submerged into a thick molasses, as much as he tried to take even a single step towards the two of you, his body stayed rooted where he was, the odd sensation of him slowly becoming submerged frightening him. All he could do was scream your name, trying to gain your attention, pain erupting in his chest at seeing you embracing another man other than him, at how easily you had discarded him. 

“It’s not like I want you, either.” You had turned in his direction, still wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms with your head resting on his chest, smile lost and replaced with that becoming familiar look of smug indifference as your words echoed and clashed with each other. “Neither of us wanted this, remember? We’re too different from each other, we both know that. You just can’t make me happy,” you paused in your explaining to scoff. “I’d be surprised if you could make anyone happy-”

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Springing up in bed, Yoongi gasped for breath, his heart felt as if it would pound right out of his chest as the dream nightmare looped over and over again in his mind. Shakily grabbing the half empty water bottle on the nightstand right by his bed leftover from the night before, he chugged sloppily the room temperature and stale liquid, drops of water running down his pale, bare chest, glistening in the rays of light that peaked through the blinds. He felt the sweat stick to his hairline and he kicked the offending covers off his lower half, the slightly cooler air welcome as it hit his muggy skin. 

Checking the time on his phone plugged into the charger near the head of his bed, he groaned when he noticed it was already nearing three in the afternoon. He had been up late in front of his computer composing until the sun seemed ready to make its appearance across the horizon that he thought it was a good time to get some shut eye, and here he was, sleeping the day away. 

Not that it really mattered to him really anyway, what did he have waiting for him now that the greatly anticipated summer vacation had finally arrived other than his music, which he could now focus on without being distracted by unnecessary things?

No classes he had to rush to get to in order to arrive on time in the ungodly hours of the morning, no having to endure the slow torture of dealing with maddeningly preppy people for hours on end. No having to be holed up in that heat stroke inducing hoodie all day... no seeing you around the campus... Didn’t experience the twinge, the knots in his stomach whenever he would see you from afar, every time he saw you further threw him in greater turmoil than the previous day.

Today marked exactly two weeks since that horrid breezy night where he walked out of campus late one night and saw a scene that kept popping up whenever he closed his eyes, hell, he just had a nightmare about you and the man in question.

He had seen Namjoon drape that goddamn dull cardigan around your exposed shoulders, your hands meeting and separating in that awkward yet slightly coy manner that made Yoongi’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest at the odd spectacle before his eyes, a sight he hadn’t expected to ever see with his own eyes, a sight that wasn’t meant to affect him but did.

“Oh hey, Yoongi!” Namjoon had greeted in that standard slightly clumsy way that was usually associated with the charming giant. Yoongi couldn’t help the way his eyes jumped from the two of you, always finding their way and landing on that damned cardigan. He would never had guessed he could ever feel such a complete and absolute hatred of an innocent inanimate object. 

You avoided Yoongi’s piercing gaze as you very clearly begrudgingly dragged your feet as you accompanied Namjoon in his way towards him. Clutching that piece of fabric Yoongi wanted nothing more than to burn to ashes, you remained obnoxiously silent as Namjoon attempted to strike up a conversation, the night air continuing in its path through the trees and making attractive stray tendrils lift and swirl around the smooth skin of your cheeks and neck.

“Hey man, were you just heading home?”

Yoongi hummed, gaze alternating between the two of you without ceasing as he muttered, “Looks like I’m not the only one.” Catching the ink on the inside of your wrist before you wrung it close to your chest, he thanked the stars he had thought to cover up before leaving the building, his own duplicate tattoo tucked safely in the confines of his cotton hoodie.

“Yeah, want to make sure we’re caught up for the finals coming up, right?” Namjoon chuckled and glanced back at your figure that could have been mistaken for a shadow with how silent and motionless you were. 

You grinned easily and ducked your head a bit at his words, breathing out a quiet laugh, setting a slight pang in his heart at how different your expression was when you were gazing at Namjoon than when you were gazing at him. “Yeah, it’s been hell.” Your eyes flickered to his, that smile still in place, and for a bit it felt to him that you two were in your own little world, the unpleasantness in his stomach finally settling down and turned into fluttering butterflies. Until the smile slipped right off mere seconds after observing him and you shifted on each foot as you turned your attention back to Namjoon. “Hey, I’ll just, um, go wait in the car, I’m kind of tired.”

Wait, in the car? That had to mean that he was driving you home. At least he knew that you would get back safely, but the image of you two alone in such a confined space at night did nothing to calm his nerves. Him and Namjoon were good acquaintances, and knew how close the two of you were, knowing you were in good hands, but..-Why the hell was he even having these absurd thoughts anyway?

“Oh yeah, sure, hold on,” Namjoon fumbled for what Yoongi presumed were his car keys in his front pocket in his faded jeans before producing a small ring with a variety of keys for you. But it seemed you knew exactly which one to choose and singled out the appropriate one and eyed Yoongi for a moment before you turned and began walking deeper into the nearly abandoned parking lot.

He disliked how comfortable the two of you were with each other. Hated how you had two pairs of eyes watching over you as you climbed into the passenger side of the car, gazes never straying in case something were to happen in the short distance away you were from them. 

Yoongi regarded Namjoon silently, slyly. There had been numerous time where he felt envious of Namjoon. Envious of his tall and lean build, his good looks he seemed not to notice or really even care for, his actions that always seemed effortless and endearing to everyone around him. Hell, even his clumsiness had an strangely comforting and endearing charm to it. Don’t get him wrong, it had always been a friendly type of envy, nothing to warrant real harm. 

Lurking just beneath the surface, quickly taking control of that ‘good showmanship’, he felt something much more primal taking over his senses. Now, it was a much darker type, an envy he tried hard to keep in check, not understanding why your indifference and cool acceptance to what he thought he wanted was riling him up so.

Yoongi, even though he kept his distance, was not blind to the way Namjoon’s gaze would follow your form the way a lion silently observes its prey before it lunges its fatal attack. From besides you, from afar it was if the tall man only had eyes for you, sitting in such close proximity of you and sharing all these uninteresting (that’s what he told himself, anyway, it was the only way to keep himself from going insane with curiosity) inside jokes with each other, it made his stomach queasy and his temper flare over the last few weeks.

That should be me.

Is what that irked and spiteful voice in his head would tell him, only for Yoongi to rapidly try and shake that completely irrational thought out of his system. 

That wasn’t right.

The two of you had agreed, as civilly and as composed as you could, to go on with each respective lives, to act as if the two of you were strangers to each other with absolutely no connection with each other, the only similarity you had were that you were both human beings who attended the same campus and how you were too smart to be fooled by all that soulmate scheme like the majority of their generation. 

It wasn’t as if he had ever sought you out, but suddenly he was seeing you everywhere. Even worse than that, he had to see your laughing and carefree expression, filling Yoongi with a feeling he couldn’t put a name to, didn’t want to decipher its name, either. He had never been involved in any type of romantic relationship before, hadn’t felt the need to as alien as that might sound to outsiders, he didn’t care. 

That’s why the summer vacation had really come at such a crucial time for him, for him and his sanity, to create some distance and distractions for the pale man who continually got blinded by your brightness, but it seemed it was a bit too late to redeem himself back to his original uncaring and sure self. 

To him, you had ruined him.

To him, that was a fact, a fact that he could always rely on when his thoughts overwhelmed him to where he would decide to sleep it off and pray his dreams wouldn’t contain images of you.

They always did. 

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Slipping out of his daydream, he dragged himself so his bare feet were resting on the welcoming wood floor, the cold surface chaining him to the present. He took his time going bathroom and fixed himself an easy breakfast. Sitting himself down at the table he lazily scrolled through his feed as he took bites of his toast and sips of his bitter coffee, just the way he liked it.

Stumbling upon a photo from Namjoon’s latest post on Instagram, he clicked on his profile, automatically stiffening in his slouched posture when he noticed how many pictures he had with you, of you. Of course, he felt he should have expected this but he wasn’t ready for the onslaught of jealousy that hit him so suddenly. 

Pictures of you two overlooking the city lights at night, a picture of you making a heart out of your cupped hands as a birthday post (at least he now knew when your birthday was, also, why was he interested in that useless fact), a silly picture of you two in front of a mirror at the subway and many, many, many more as he continued to scroll. 

It was so easy for him to click on your username, and immediately regretted it, seeing so many posts you had of each other, comments made so casually and friendly it made Yoongi lose his appetite, the food he had been able to get down now sitting uncomfortably in his stomach. 

It was disconcerting, yet he found himself unable to stop himself from falling deeper in the digital abyss. This man was taken with you, there was no way you couldn’t know. Not when you had comments telling you to ‘go ahead and date already!!’. Then he came across an interesting post that had him shifting in his seat.

The only thing giving me piece lately. Two music note emojis.

Don’t think your clever pun of ‘piece’ went over his head, but it wasn’t what he was particularly trained on at this moment in time.

He wanted you next to him, he wanted you to play him something, anything, and felt like if he didn’t hear you playing behind a piano soon he would go insane.

So much for using this time to clear his head.

With renewed vigor, he searched for maybe a short clip or audio recording of you playing but ultimately came up empty. Visions and lovely daydreams consumed him. He could just image the two of you sat on his bench, soft melodies filling the air, you giggling and gazing at him so warmly when your pinky would press down on the wrong key accidentally. 

“Sorry,” you would apologize playfully and Yoongi would shake his head at your unneeded apology, mirroring your shy smile in return, gazes shifting from sparkling eyes to curved up lips--

Then his nightmare from earlier flew through his head. Your unimpressed expression clear as day, as was your smirk filled with pity as you unloaded his unconscious fears unto him,

“Did you really think you could ever make me happy?”

“It’s not like I want you, either.”

“Neither of us wanted this, remember? We’re too different from each other, we both know that. You just can’t make me happy,”

“I’d be surprised if you could make anyone happy-”

Maybe his issues really lied not with the whole soulmate concept, but supposedly having another person who was to complete you, provide tranquility, and offer enough adoration and protection that they always feel confident in that love, but rather the fear that consumed him of not being able to do the same thing for his person. 

Yoongi had never been ideal in expressing his wants and needs, making his opinions known that didn’t seem angry or frustrated. Being alone with his thoughts for hours, even days didn’t faze him as the people who worried for him did. 

Without meaning to, he often lost himself in his own interests, ignoring and distancing himself away and even at times becoming peckish with the individuals who out of the kindness of their hearts tried to check on him to make sure he didn’t work himself to death.

You deserved better.

Relinquishing his tight grip on his phone, he let the hunk of metal thud on the surface of his kitchen table as he let his head fall heavily in his hands, fingers gripping onto strands of hair in frustration. 

What if it was too late to patch things up with you?

He felt like shit, to put it lightly.

Which was presumably what led him to accepting an invitation to a backyard bonfire get together, which normally he would have scoffed at and replied with a somewhat irritated message to the recipient. 

Receiving a surprised and enthusiastic reply that only Jung Hoseok was able to pull off, he nodded with determination as he attempted to put you at the back of his mind, at least for tonight. 

Regret. 

He regretted agreeing to come to this dumb bonfire, irritation consuming him as he swatted at the millionth mosquito who got too close, rubbing the exposed skin of his arms and legs as he felt them linger around much to his displeasure and ire at the false information depicted on the label of the bug spray he was told would keep those blood sucking insects away.

“You alright? I was really shocked earlier when you agreed to come when I asked you, you’ve never done this before.”

A slender hand offered him an iced beer likely from the red cooler he saw a ways away, and Yoongi accepted the cold, dewed can once he saw it was Hoseok and grinned as best as he could to the man who was eyeing him carefully. “I just needed a distraction tonight.”

Hoseok nodded and hummed but didn’t ask for an elaboration to his vague words which Yoongi was thankful for and the silence between them was comfortable, the blare of the hip hop music and the animated snippets of conversations from people around him that he knew of, but had never really gotten the chance to know better, not that he really wanted one anyway. 

“Well, I know Seokjin and Taehyung are supposed to drop by later, so hopefully those idiots will offer enough distractions with their drunk antics,” Hoseok chuckled and Yoongi couldn’t help but join in, leaning his head back as he chugged a good amount of the contents in the can down his throat. 

“They always do.” Slapping him on the shoulder good heartedly, he was left to himself as Hoseok went greeting other party goers, smiling widely and contagious laugh echoing in the night. 

His tense muscles seemed to relax and drop for the first time in what seemed like forever and he uttered a quiet sigh as he took in the fresh air. Focusing on the quiet rustling of the trees in the light breeze and the few stars he could see over the roof, all was well until-

“Yo! Namjoon, you made it!”

Well fuck. He could just not catch a break, could he?

Not that he should have been surprised, they were all within the same friend circle, him having more than Yoongi did, but still, he was still friends with his few as well. 

Quickly becoming the life of the party, Namjoon made his way around Hoseok’s backyard slowly, greeting every single person with his signature charming dimples and grin. 

Attempting to blend in with the background, Yoongi was once again filled with an uneasiness and debated whether he wanted to run away or not before he was seen and therefore forced to engage in feigned jovial conversation.

But of course, that had to be the moment where Namjoon’s attentive eyes found their way to the pale man in the corner all by his lonesome, sporting an almost empty beer can in his hand. 

Another thing that startled him was it wasn’t a pleasant smile he received from the taller man but rather his mouth forming a firm line and his focus on his left wrist, which Yoongi automatically shoved against his body as a reflex of some kind, something that wasn’t missed from Namjoon, either. 

Shit, was he found out? Did you tell him? A part of him was wound up at the thought, but ultimately couldn’t find it in him to blame you, it made him restless but he understood you probably told each other everything. 

Okay, stay calm, stay calm, you can do this. Just get the standard long-time-no-see greetings out of the way and excuse yourself. This was Yoongi’s inner mantra he repeated to himself as he saw Namjoon making his way to where he was sat, his heart beginning to pick up its pace in his chest. 

“Hey man, long time no see. How have you been?” In any other situation, Yoongi would have laughed at those words, at how cliche they were but he was dealing with replying in coherent sentences to that simple and anticipated question, all the while trying his best to sound as natural as possible.

“I’ve been good, how’ve you been?”

“Oh you know, just trying to catch up on as much sleep and summer activities as I can before the new year starts, y’know?”

He didn’t really know, but he nodded and laughed along as if he did.

Filling in Namjoon in Yoongi’s piteous day-to-day routine, he had his excuse of needing to use the restroom on the tip of his tongue when Namjoon’s comment kept him in his seat.

“Nothing wrong with that, Y/N’s actually spending her summer vacation mostly at home, too. I tried getting her to come with me to this bonfire, but she refused, blaming the mosquitoes and other flying insects.” His casual tone and the endearment he could hear made Yoongi clench his jaw at the mention of your name, his grip on the forgotten and innocent plastic can creating dents from his fingers. 

Something wasn’t right. 

Namjoon was acting like his usual friendly self, sure, but there was also something else lurking behind his words that Yoongi was desperately trying to comprehend, trying to understand something he could put a name to. His posture was relaxed enough, having pulled up a chair next to Yoongi at some point in time that he couldn’t really remember, but it seemed that his smile appeared a bit forced, the lines surrounding his mouth prominent in the heated light coming from the fire. 

“Yeah, that’s a good enough reason for wanting to stay in.” His chuckle was genuine as he imagined you shake your head, a pout gracing your lips as you complained about these damn relentless bugs-he brought his palms together quickly as he attempted to catch a mosquito, of course missing his target.

“Y’know, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without a hoodie or sweater on in months.” Namjoon’s tone was thoughtful and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise in apprehension at what Yoongi could guess what his next words would be. “It was because you wanted to hide your tattoo, right?”

His blood ran cold and his hands became clammy as he lost grip on the beer he was somehow still holding, a soft thud as it landed in the soft grass beneath the chair he was sitting in. Yoongi ran his eyes around him, making sure it was just the two of them who had heard those words, and when he was confident that no one caught any of their conversation did he allow his eyes to flit over to Namjoon who was already eyeing Yoongi with a fixed gaze.

“I was at home one day, just scrolling through my phone, and I came across an old picture of you and Hoseok,” Namjoon continued quietly, seeming as if he didn’t want anyone eaves-dropping in on their conversation either. Namjoon’s wide, dark eyes were unfocused and fixated on something in front of him as he recalled his story that had Yoongi hanging off every word of. “I clicked on it and saved it to send it to him, but then I noticed a very, um, familiar... design on your wrist.”

“And I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out where else I had seen that design. Until I shrugged it off and swiped to the next picture in my gallery, and it was of me and Y/N, from the pool the day before and that’s when I saw the identical design in the exact spot on her wrist.” Yoongi tried to ignore the jealousy and irritation at how he just had pictures of you in his phone and paid attention as Namjoon finished up his story, still with that faraway look in his eyes, though now he had a smile on his face that Yoongi knew was neither amused or delighted. “I should’ve figured it out sooner, I mean, that wasn’t the first time I had seen your tattoo, I had just never given it a second glance or thought, but it’s been under my nose the entire time.”

Knowing the answer already, Yoongi couldn’t seem to help but get worked up as time went on, the tone of Namjoon’s slightly snarky voice angering and putting him in a further bad mood, Yoongi provoked him with a smart tone of his own, “What does it matter to you?”

Snapping out of the daze that had consumed him, he blinked rapidly a few times and slid his gaze to Yoongi, and with a clearing of his throat, he ruined the quiet stare down the two men were engaging in to flutter down to his lap, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he confessed, “Because I like her.”

Knowing his gut had been right all along, knowing all the longing and watchful gazes projected and revealed his tenderness and affection without having to put them in words, Yoongi simply let those four words enthrall his being. 

Don’t get it wrong, he had never really considered Namjoon as a close friend, more of an acquaintance of sorts. Someone who he didn’t entirely disregard when approached on campus or class, who he shared social niceties with, a bit more meaningful and intimate than just wasting extra time with. But he also couldn’t just shoo away the peculiar sentiment of betrayal he felt. 

Of course, he was positive Namjoon had developed feelings for you long before he stumbled across the fact that you two were forever bonded by the ink on your skin, Yoongi wasn’t too much of a narcissist to not be able to understand the other man. He could understand why he was so upset by this fact, and it was the same reason Yoongi was so upset. 

Just the mere thought of you with someone else almost tore him apart.

Some part of him felt that Namjoon had more of a right to be upset than himself, he had actual feelings for you that have been building up for some time, had actual memories of you, with you... All Yoongi had was a matching drawing no bigger than an inch big, but he had always heard people including his parents talk about how powerful the bond between two soulmates was.

“Why would you want to hide your tattoo from her?” That question stunned him more than it should have. If asked that same question earlier, he would have easily answered, “I don’t want a soulmate, it was the only way to avoid an annoying mess.” and while that was true in the beginning, the underlying and real reason had been completely different than previously thought, he concluded. “Does she know?”

So you hadn’t told him after all, he thought, you had kept true to your word and remained silent on the matter that the both of you all but swore to take to your graves. Yoongi nodded slowly, resting his arms on his legs and slumped forward and mumbled, “We... both don’t really care for the whole soulmate concept and... decided it was for the best to pretend like it we never found out.” He couldn’t have been anything but truthful in that moment, but he tried his best to leave it as short as he could, he didn’t really feel like spilling the mystifying contents of his heart even he couldn’t fully understand. 

“Really?” Namjoon rotated in his chair with renewed energy, the complete opposite of how Yoongi felt. “Because I don’t believe in the whole soulmate fabrication notion, either.” His previous serious demeanor seemed to lift a little, facing Yoongi with what he perceived as hope. “I believe in what’s real, and what’s real are my feelings for her.”

Of course he did, Yoongi deadpanned in his head, he was truly an intellectual that handled with everything with careful thought and attentiveness. He was developing a migraine but was also thankful no one had disrupted their good talk that they were having, but he wanted nothing more than to materialize in his bed and bundle his pitiful self under his covers for the rest of eternity. 

“So, since you also don’t believe in the whole soulmate scheme... you wouldn’t mind... I mean-I’m...” he stuttered over his phrasing a bit, scrunching his face in exasperation at his inability to form a proper sentence at the moment, he took a deep breath and looked Yoongi straight in the eyes, his stare was confident and unwavering as he pronounced, “I’m going to confess to Y/N.”

Yoongi broke eye contact and stared down at his clasped hands. He blamed himself for realizing his true feelings too late, and was also uncertain in his capability to be able to make you happy in contrast of Namjoon, who he reluctantly believed would be a fine match for you. 

If it wasn’t him, he couldn’t think of anyone better for you to spend your life with. 

He had come to recognize his feelings too late, and had mistakenly confused fear with dismissal, and he was sure it was too late. 

With a final nod, he slowly stood up and knew he had to somehow let you go and abandon the future of what could have been.

T O   B E   C O N T I N U E D . . .

omg guys im so sorry this is so late, prob tmi but these last few months have been kind of rough and i recently had a covid-19 scare for some of my family members and myself included and one of my family members actually tested positive a while ago so ive been dealing with that :(((

but this turned out a bit diff than what i had originally planned but still following the main storyline so i just went with it! as always i appreciate feedback and comments about what you think about the story so far and thank you ty ty and ily to all who are continuing to read this story <333

also i feel like i made namjoon really petty??in this chap and i didn’t mean to lol

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[hoodoo12]

Private Lesson

Dewey Finn appreciation continues! Based on an rp with the always delightful, insanely talented @beetlebitchywitch. NSFW: Dewey/f!reader. Flirting, Dewey being oblivious, the light comes on, smut! Enjoy!

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“You know, Dewey,” she said, “I'm not in a rock band. But I play piano, so I've got manual dexterity, and I play saxophone so I have pretty good breath control too. I wonder if either of those things interest you at all?”

As always when the discussion of music was even breathed near him, he brightened, “Oh, you looking to join a band? Mine’s kinda just made of kids, but I’m sure they’d love a jam session with you!”

She gave him a bit of a smile, and decided to play along for the moment.

“It'd have to be a jazz band, not rock,” she mused. “I kind of like the big band sound, and some of those male vocalists? Yeah. That’s my preference.”

“I bet you’d do great at that!” he enthused. “Jazz isn’t really my thing, but as long as you’re passionate about it, you’ll make great music.”

He was clueless and adorable. She decided to up the ante. “I think it'd be fun making some music with you, if you're interested . . .”

His brow furrowed. “ . . .wait.”

She raised her eyebrows and her smile widened.

“ . . . I think I get it,” he continued in her silence.

Did he, though? “No kids though. It'd have to be a private lesson.”

“You, uh. You talking about a . . .” He gulped. “ . . .  private lesson?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed.” I don't know anything about guitar, so you'd have to show me the fingerings. You know?

A blush began creeping up his cheeks. “I . . . I do know a thing or two about f-fingering . . .”

“I bet you do, Dewey.” she agreed, licking her lip just to make it shiny. “I know that lots of guitarists have calloused fingers too--I dated a bassist, once--but that's okay. Shows you're dedicated to what you like.”

He was getting more flustered, but instead of shutting down, he choked out, “Did you, uh . . . did you like the callouses?

“Sure did! It's an interesting contrast on . . . softer skin. And since the fingertips lose a little bit of feeling when those callouses are there, a little extra attention, like a little harder suction, is needed. Musicians hands always need some massaging and care.”

He was bright red at this point, gazing at her with wide eyes as if seeing her for the first time. “Would you, um . . . Christ, sorry, forget it . . . ”

“Would I what?” she prompted softly. “It's okay, Dewey. What were you going to ask?”

“Well, I . . . it’s just . . . I’dbetyou’dfeelreallysoft . . .”

His slurred words took a second to decipher, then she grinned. "Come here and feel?"

She held a hand out to him, palm up.

He approached her slowly, his cheeks pleasantly pink as he gazed at her hand.

“O-okay . . .”

He reached out and touched her hand, and oh god, he was right, her skin was so soft. He shuddered as he traced his calloused fingertips in light circles around her palm.

She let him rub circles into her palm, even though it tickled a little and he seemed shy about such innocent contact. Smiling at him, she asked, "Do I get to return the favor?"

His eyes flitted back up to hers and he nodded softly, mirroring her gesture with his palm faced up, his hands trembling slightly.

She took a second to rub her hands briskly, to warm them, then took his hand into hers. Using her thumbs, she pushed into his palm before dragging them out, and repeating the motion. She used more gentle pulling motions on each individual finger, adding minor twists to loosen any stiffness he might have in a joint. She paid special attention to his fingertips, like she'd mentioned, applying slightly harder pressure on the callouses he'd created with the strings of his guitar.

She laced her fingers with his and stretched everything backwards, again to loosen it all, and finished after another quickly rubbing her hand together again, for the heat. She squeezed his hands lightly, when she was done.

"That would've been better with some lotion," she told him sheepishly. "Maybe next time?"

He watched her intently as she massaged his hand, putting so much care into a simple action in a way that just did something to him. God, he felt so pathetic, getting so worked up over someone just touching his hand, but something about the way her soft fingers soothed the overworked muscles sent hot pleasure racing through him. He hated to admit it, but he was getting hard in his pants from the simplest of touches, this gentle, caring gesture that just made him want to fall to his knees and worship her where she stood.

“Y-yeah . . . ” he stammered, his mouth feeling utterly dry. “Next time . . .”

"Well, I'm sure other parts could use a little attention too. I bet you store a lot of tension in that shoulder where your guitar strap digs in, and everybody's back needs some rubbing too . . . of course, it'd be best if you didn't have a shirt on for that . . ."

“Yeah, no, I can do that!” he said hurriedly, fumbling with his shirt as he rushed to take it off. The thought of those soft, warm hands on his back . . . he tried to readjust himself discreetly, not wanting to embarrass himself.

She plucked the shirt out of his hand where he'd balled it up and folded it semi-neatly. Dragging her fingertips across his now bare shoulders, she smiled.

"This might be better if you're laying down," she advised, "but the only place that would be comfortable enough is the bed. Would that be okay?"

He shivered at the light tickle of her fingertips along his shoulder, and with a soft nod, he was laying out across the bed, thankfully on his stomach so to hide his growing arousal.

She hummed her satisfaction and crawled up beside him.

She focused on his left shoulder first. working out the kinks driven into the muscle by that guitar strap. She could feel the knots there, and used heavy pressure to try and loosen them. Worried she'd go overboard, however, she left it be and worked on his right shoulder, as well as his neck.

Quietly she asked him to cross his arms and rest his forehead on them, and when  he complied, she pressed her thumbs into the muscle near the back of his head, on either side of his neck.

Then she moved down the rest of his back, using sweeping motions and moderate pressure to relax him. His back was warm and soft under her hands, and she tried to make sure not to tickle him as she worked her way to his waist.

In his lower back, she traced around the dimples she found there a few times because they were cute, then she once again used moderate pressure on the area. Her fingers dipped under the waistband of his jeans--that was a mistake, she should have had him shed those too, no one could be comfortable getting a massage in jeans!--but she didn't make it awkward.

She finished it all with very light scratches, and impulsively, she pressed a kiss right between his shoulder blades.

Fuck. Her hands were heavenly, her touch just firm enough to loosen his tense muscles. She touched him slowly, softly, and Christ it was driving him fucking wild. When her touch grew slightly more adventurous, he perked up, feeling like there was electricity buzzing under his skin. But God, when she pressed that soft little kiss on his back, that was it. He let out a pathetic, reedy moan of her name, his entire body trembling underneath her.

She laughed a little, not unkindly, at his moan. Her hands tingled. "So you're feeling good, Dewey? Anything else I can do for you?"

Teasingly, she drew one finger down his back again.

“I-I . . . yes,” he sighed, arching up into the teasing touch with a soft moan. “Christ, I’ve been hard this whole fucking time, baby . . .”

Who needed shame when a hot woman was fucking massaging him?

"Oh! Well, that must not've been too comfortable! Why don't you lose those jeans, and I'll see what I can do to make you feel better in the front too."

He perked up, looking over his shoulder at her questioningly, as if to make sure she meant it. When he saw she did, he shuffled out of his jeans as quickly as he could, struggling for a moment before tossing them away. He was left in only his boxer briefs, his cock straining obviously against the fabric.

Her eyes took him in hungrily, and very lightly, she ran her palms up him, from thigh to chest. She grazed over the bulge at his crotch with the softest, most barely-there touch.

"Those have to be tight too . . ." she told him, nodding towards his underwear. "They should probably go."

He met her gaze, his shyness melting away to pure hunger.

“Then take them off,” he said softly.

Biting her lip but smiling through it at his boldness, her fingers hooked into the elastic at his waist. With a little tug to indicate he needed to lift his hips, she shimmied them over his ass, made sure not to get them caught on his cock, and pulled them down his legs in one determined movement. She wrangled one of his feet out, but left his underwear around the other ankle, to tease.

His cock slapped against his stomach, achingly hard and begging to be touched. He stared her down hungrily, his eyes roving her body.

“Shouldn’t I get to see some skin too, babe? I mean, I am naked for you...”

He smiled slyly, his eyes clearly lingering on her breasts.

"Yes, you certainly are," she agreed.

She couldn't help but scratch lightly down his sides, over his stomach. She'd have dragged her finger down the line of hair from his belly button to his pubic bone, but it was covered by his cock and she didn't want to touch him there just yet.

"That's fair. I have a tattoo and piercings. I hope that's okay," she told him, but pulled her t-shirt off over her head before he could agree or disagree. She let her shirt drop beside the bed, and her bra followed it.

“Okay? It’s hot as fuck, babe,” he groaned, finally getting to take in the sight of her without her shirt on. “Christ . . . you’re beautiful . . . ”

His voice and eyes grew soft, taking her in like she was a work of art.

That unsolicited praise made her blush.

She crawled a little further up the bed on her hands and knees. She watched him watch her, and it made her catch her breath.

"It's not really a standard massage move--more of an advanced one--" She chuckled to show it was a joke, "--but to be thorough, I should probably make sure your lips are relaxed too . . ."

She leaned over him, and softly pressed her mouth on his.

He moaned into her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist and spreading his hands out over her back. Christ, her skin was so soft, smooth and wonderful against his calloused fingers. He kissed her back softly, chuckling a bit at her comment.

“You can drop the whole massage shtick, you know,” he said, pulling away with a little wink. “I think we’re past that at this point, right babe?”

She laughed into his mouth, her eyes bright, looking at him in amusement. "Should I go back to calling it a private lesson?"

He laughed, his eyes twinkling with mirth and adoration for the woman above him.

“Let’s call it what it is,” he said softly, leaning in for an equally soft kiss. “Now . . . Christ, please touch me . . . ”

"I thought you'd never ask, lover," she replied, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Immediately she lay down beside him, hiked on an elbow, using one hand to scratch and massage down his torso. This time, when she neared his cock, she didn't bypass it.  Wrapping her hand around him, she gave him a tug, then another. She stopped watching her hand to glance at his face for his reaction.

His face crumpled as her hand moved up and down his cock. God, he was so sensitive, having been hard and waiting for so long. He bucked up into her hand with his mouth hung open, little whimpers spilling from his lips.

She liked that he jerked into her and his whimpers were sweet. That was all good, but it could be better. She stroked him with a little more intent, giving him a twist when she reached the head of his cock with each upward pull.

“F-fuck,” he moaned shakily, reaching out to brace his hand on her shoulder. Her hand was so soft, and she was using the perfect amount of pressure as she stroked him, it was driving him fucking crazy.

“Babe . . . fuck, c’mere.” He surged up, pushing her onto her back and moving to hover over her.

"Uh-uh, lover," she protested, and flipped him right back to where he'd been: on his back. "Maybe next time you get to be in charge."

To keep him in place, she quickly shed her pants and panties and then climbed up over him and sat on his upper thighs. She walked her fingers up his stomach to his chest, and she rolled his nipples.

He threw his head back with a desperate moan, bucking up into her touch as the little noises poured from his lips. This was not how he expected this to go, but honestly, he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

She smiled down at him, loving the moans she dragged out of him. She pinched him again before stretching upward to kiss him, harder this time, slipping her tongue between his lips.

The position had moved her more onto his groin, but she held herself up for the moment. Her belly and chest on his, she wiggled against him, skin on skin.

“B-babe!” he cried out, holding tightly onto her hips as she ground down onto him. Christ, she felt so good, all warm and smooth skin under his hands.

"Mmm--that feels nice," she cooed, even as she sat up a little bit. She pried one of his hands off her hip and transferred it to her right tit. She closed his fingers over the captive bead piercing in her own nipple.

"Be nice," she said, in mock warning.

“Mmf, yes ma’am,” he groaned, kneading her breast in his hand.

He let his fingers play with the bar pierced through her nipple, pinching and twisting her nipple while gazing up at her in adoration.

"Oh, that's fucking good," she moaned.

The sharp pleasure Dewey created with his rough fingertips made her arch her back, which in turn dropped her pussy to his cock. It wasn't the perfect position, his shaft laying the length of her slit, but she ground down on him anyway, continuing to moan and giggle a little.

“Oh god,” he groaned gutturally, bucking his hips to grind the length of his cock along her pussy. Christ, she was fucking wet, all hot and slick against him and it was driving him fucking crazy. He continued playing with her nipple, loving the feeling of the metal inside it.

His movements down below made his cock rub along her clit, and she jerked like it'd been a live wire.

"Fuck--Dewey! Do that again!" she ordered, but it came out more like a plea.

He continued grinding up against her, throwing his head back with a reedy moan at the feeling of her slick warming his cock.

She dropped her head as he complied, and gave a little gaspy moan with each bump of the head of his cock on her clit.

Like before, it was good, but it could be better.

She leaned down again dislodging his hand from her now overstimulated nipple. She kissed him, then dragged her mouth along his jaw till she got to his ear. She nipped the lobe, and rasped.

"I wanna fuck you, Dewey Finn--right now!"

He kissed her back sweetly, burying his fingers in her hair. When she moved to nibble at his ear, he groaned, biting at his lower lip at the sound of her filthy words.

“Then fuck me,” he retorted.

She snorted--like what he'd said was some kind of challenge?--nipped him a little harder on his ear and sat back up. Dragging her fingernails down his chest and belly again, she reached between her legs and grasped his cock. She gave it a twisting pull, like before, then let him go and brought her hand back up to her mouth to lick it. She kept direct eye contact with the man below her as she did, then slipped her hand back down. One last time she wrapped her hand around him, this time wet, and held him steady while she rocked her hips and found exactly where she wanted him to be.

With a little resistance because yes, she'd been turned on while massaging and teasing him but with the exception of a bit of humping not much else had happened between her legs, she arched her back and pushed down onto him. Once he opened her up, her cunt took him fully, and she paused for a moment, seated at his pelvis for a moment, waves of pleasure making her moan long and low.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he groaned while she sank down onto him.

If he thought her just grinding on his cock was incredible, god, the feeling of her tight, wet pussy gripping him was almost too much to handle. He gazed up at her, and Christ was she hot, her tits just begging to be squeezed where they hung above her belly.

She sat upright on him and gently rolled her hips, keeping him deep inside her. She cupped her tits, and seeing him lick his lips as she did she leaned back down for a moment. The positioning wasn't perfect, so she asked him to sit up, and she bunched up and shoved the pillows behind him to keep him angled more upright. It was awkward for a moment, trying to balance with his cock inside her as he settled back, but once he had, her tits were closer to his mouth. She grinned and, tugging just a bit on her piercing to make the nipple stand up again, she cupped it and offered it to him with raised eyebrows.

He looked up at her for a second with eyes full of wonder before he latched on, rolling his tongue around the hardened bud and groaning against the cool metal of the piercing. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her as he thrusted up into her, craving the delicious slide of his cock in her pussy.

Like a circuit being completed, bliss arced through her. She wrapped her now free hand around his head, keeping him close. She'd have been happy to keep fucking him, but with his feet planted on the bed he pushed up into her, and it was divine. She cried out in time with his thrusts, his cock creating the most delicious friction even as her pussy grew wetter.

"D-Dewey!" she stuttered. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, please--bite harder, just a little harder, oh fuck fuck fuck--"

Christ, she was fucking incredible. He was in awe of her as she rode him, tits bouncing as he teased her nipple with his tongue before nipping at it, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin. He pulled away, looking up at her with dark, wild eyes.

“That’s it, baby, Jesus you feel--mmf, fuck--you feel so good!”

"Fuck! You too, you too," she babbled.

Everything was building to a peak. He'd left off her tit but that didn't matter any more, the only thing that existed in the world right now was the man below her, his cock in her pussy, his hands so tight on her skin, his dirty praise. Her throat hurt from the sharp panting and moans he pulled from her, and then it all stilled. In the next moment, she came, hard, his name choked out, every bit of her clenching as euphoria rolled in waves over her. For a millisecond of eternity, it was sublime. It took a bit before she could open her eyes again, and her ears were ringing.

Oh god. Oh god. She was utterly divine, riding him within an inch of his life, hands scrabbling for purchase on his chest and pretty little noises spilling from her lips. And god, when she came, it was all too much. Her pussy clenched around him so fucking tightly and it was all over. He gripped her hips tightly and came with a loud moan, spilling into her as absolute sublime pleasure ripped through his body.

Although there were still residual tremors of pleasure, she wasn't so far gone that she couldn't enjoy the sights and sounds of Dewey coming undone below her.

"Good--oh baby, it's so fucking good--come inside me, oh fuck, Dewey--!" she praised as he tipped over the edge of ecstasy. His hands pinched her, but it was worth the small ache to watch his face as he lost himself.

When he relaxed, she relaxed too, folding over and laying on his chest, but not lifting her hips so he stayed buried in her pussy. With her cheek on his shoulder, she drew abstract designs in the hair on his chest.

He panted softly as he came down, the feeling of his cum dripping from her pussy practically making his head spin. She was so incredibly warm and wet around him, and the pleasurable feeling fizzled out slowly as she shifted to snuggle up to him.

“W-wow . . .”

"Wow yourself," she agreed. "Thanks for all that, Dewey. It was amazing."

“You don’t have to thank me,” he sighed happily, twirling a strand of her hair in his fingers. “The pleasure was all mine . . . well, all ours I suppose.”

She picked up her head to look at him.

"It was amazing," she repeated, and kissed him under the jaw, in his scruff. "I appreciate the private lesson. Maybe next time you could show me some of that fingering you mentioned?"

He grinned, pulling her down into a slow, sweet kiss.

“Anytime, babe,” he said. “Anytime.” fin!

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Cupid’s Game

Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader, Han Jisung x Fem!Reader Part 1 | Part 2 Word Count: 4.9k  Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, a pretty soft chapter overall. The fun stuff comes next chapter  Soulmate!AU Fantasy!AU Cupid!Hyunjin A/N: I apologize if the explanation is confusing, I clear it up better next chapter 

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it!” 

Your smile wasn’t nearly as wide as your counselor’s as she lead you into her office. For the past seventeen years of your life, you had to deal with these stupid yearly counseling sessions. She acted as your therapist and advisor, trying to help you understand the world you had been born into. But once you turned eighteen, everything changed. Now,  your main goal was supposed to be finding your soulmate and living life happily.

Unfortunately for your advisor, you weren’t actually trying.

The logs you’d given her for every monthly evaluation had been faked. You hadn’t traveled around, paid extra attention to especially cute people, and you had completely ignored any “tugging from the depths of your soul.” Sure, there had been times where it felt like your heart literally jumped, but you never felt this unpreventable need to find the apparent love of your life. 

You handed her the folder once again and then followed your same old routine of collapsing into the recliner chair and checking your nails as you waited for her to confirm your adventures. While your log suggested an exciting life, your life was really anything but. You were focusing solely on your classes, using your status to move ahead with ease. Most people like you—stupidly called doxies—were well-known celebrities and were doted on by everyone.   They had no talent, no job, no degree, absolutely nothing with merit, but yet they still had more recognition and money that everybody else.

The reason your “kind” even existed was because of the close destruction to humankind hundreds of years ago. After chemical warfare that took over the whole planet, the human race was almost completely wiped out. And when extinction was right around the corner, someone or… something proposed the idea of perfect couples. The first doxies were created, quickly fell in love, and had children that were stronger. The being who created these people was called a ‘Cupid’ and from there, the society you lived in today was created. 

Every time you thought of it, the more insane the idea became. It didn’t matter how many times it was explained to you. Doxies were born with perfect genes, along with the mutation factor that caused them to feel extremely connected to another one of their kind. Because of the perfect genes, their children became better with each new generation and somehow, it created a world that was mostly peaceful and united. 

There were many theories as to why the creation of doxies kept wars to a minimum. Some believed that the children they had were born with lower violence tendencies. Others thought that it was more of a psychological game: everyone had to believe in the Cupid, so the main cause of war disappeared. Or that since doxies were so worshipped, it gave humans a better thing to do than to brutally murder one another. 

Simply put, you were born to be an incubator to perfect little babies and it was the last thing you wanted to be.

You looked up from your nails, watching as Leila turned through the last few pages of your log. Normally, she would be smiling as she read over your pages, but there was an unimpressed frown on her face. You bit your lip, hoping that she wasn’t expecting you to “do more.” 

“You know,” she hummed, letting the folder flutter closed, “I’m not an idiot.”

You opened your mouth, but she talked over you.

“Y/N, I can tell you haven’t done anything. I know you haven’t done anything for the past seven months. You’re not my first client, my dear. I can tell when someone is faking,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was silent for a few seconds, brushing her hair from her face before she looked at you. “Although I am not a doxy, I can understand your disposition against this whole ordeal. But, you have to understand something.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, indignation starting to flare up. Leila leaned over her desk, her blonde hair falling across her face as she did. She didn’t flinch at your narrowed gaze, just met it with a calm one of her own.

“You are playing with higher power my dear,” she whispered. There was evident fear in her voice and it started to unnerve you. “I know you don’t want to be forced to love someone, but the problem is that not only is the government strict on this whole ordeal, you also have the Cupid to deal with. Yes, doxies are given wealth and fame beyond imagination, but they are more strict with you than anyone else.  

“You haven’t experienced it yet because you are so young, but Y/N, if you haven’t found your soulmate by the time you’re 21 and announced your marriage, the government will come after you. I think it’s stupid too, but as stupid as the whole idea is, the human race does rely on the mixed genes of two doxies—”

“But, we’re no longer worrying about extinction!” You argued.

“There are things you don’t understand!” She shouted, standing up. Her hands slammed on the table. “You think I got this job because I got some psychology degree and minored in Cupid studies? I got this job because the government decided I was trustworthy enough to know what’s really going on with this whole soulmate getup!” She sat down, burying her face in her hands. You sat there, stunned. It was hard to say what shocked you more: her shouting at you or whatever she had just revealed. What was it that you didn’t understand? Was the human race still fighting extinction? Chemical destruction? Leila cleared her throat, adjusting her shirt and patting her cheeks. Her face was bright red. 

“Y/N, unfortunately, I am in no place to tell you of what is going on, but I suggest you actually start looking for your soulmate. Because if you don’t: everything your family has gained because of your genes will disappear. They will disappear. You will be taken into custody, the government will find your soulmate for you, and you will lose any chance at the freedom you had before.”

She handed you back your faked log, blue eyes sad. Once you took the folder, she motioned you to leave, and you wearily did.  Your stomach was rolling. Your family had been in poverty before you’d been born. It was your existence that put dinner on the table and a roof over your head—but now it was more than just your existence—it was your cooperation. You didn’t need Leila to elaborate on what exactly freedom meant; you had a sickening idea of what losing it meant.

You sat in your car, watching as people passed by. Your fingers traced the tattoo on your wrist: a branding you had been given at birth. A branding that defined your whole life. The branding that took away your chance to truly live: find love on your own, make friends, fight your own struggles, and not live your life with someone always watching you. People always recognized that mark: smiling at you, congratulating you, sometimes even going as far as to bow. You thought of the mandatory checks you had at the police station when you were ten and fifteen. 

With a huff, you started your car and drove away. Part of you just wanted to keep driving to see how far you could go and where you could get lost, but you knew better than that. The first thing you’d been warned of when you turned fifteen was that you would always be watched. You learned that quickly, because any little thing you did to act out, you had to have a serious talk with some man in your house. He never told you of any future consequences, he would just always say that you were a vital part of society. You always figured that it meant you were a role model to regular humans, but now you started to question that. Was humanity still fighting extinction? Or is there a bigger role that doxies play?

You pulled into the driveway and climbed out of your car. The home you lived in was big enough to house seven families, but only four of you lived there. Five if you count your dog. You stepped inside and didn’t bother to say hello as you walked to your room. 

You wanted to be alone, but that plan was changed when you noticed your younger sister sitting on your bed. She was flipping through a magazine and glanced up as you sadly slumped onto your bed. A huff escaped her and she closed the magazine.

“What are you pouting about now?” She asked, tapping your head. You rolled onto your back, crossed your arms over your stomach, and stared at the ceiling. 

“I absolutely have to find my soulmate,” you muttered, “they’re forcing me to.”

She tilted her head at you. “You act as if it’s a bad thing that you for sure have love out there.”

You frowned. 

“I don’t think you understand how much it sucks to have your free will taken away from you,” you grumbled. She rolled her eyes, laying down beside you. The two of you were silent for a few more minutes, both of you just staring at the old glow in the dark stars on your ceiling. They glowed faintly in the dusk light. 

“You didn’t lose your free will, Y/N,” she said, “think of it as if it’s a fairy tale. You have true love out there, but every decision you make up to that point and afterward is your own. Plus, your soulmate is supposed to be your perfect match. That’s how the Cupid pairing works—it’s not like you’ll be miserable.”

“Maybe the Cupid messed up, I’m a complicated person.”

“Everybody’s a complicated person,” she snapped and then rolled onto her side to stare at you. “What about your soulmate? What if they want to meet you? What if love is the one thing they need in their life, what are they going to do if you refuse to be found?”

You smiled bitterly at her.

“Why do you have to sound so smart?”

She smiled back at you. Her hand found yours and she squeezed gently. She tucked her head against your shoulder. 

“And if it doesn’t work out perfectly, all that matters is that the cameras show a happy couple right?”

That’s what you used to think—that your life would become a reality show. But there was more to it than that. You had to have kids and raise them right. You had to contribute to society. You had to be happy with your life and play by the Cupid’s rules. 

But laying there, letting your mind run, you couldn’t bring yourself to accept that. No one had seen the Cupid in hundreds of years. Who was to say that it was still alive? Why should you live your life like a game that was created by some dusty creature that hadn’t been seen in centuries?

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A year passed slowly. 

Nothing exciting happened in the year. You turned nineteen, got a job, and continued to work towards you goal of becoming a lawyer. Leila still saw you once a month, looking thoroughly unimpressed by every fake log you handed her. But she no longer fought with you and it seemed that she’d also accepted whatever fate was to be bestowed upon you. She would mutter about the government and the Cupid and how things are looking down for you. 

But for all her worrying and muttering, you didn’t see any problems. You weren’t given any warnings or had any talks with some official in your house.They didn’t seem to be paying attention to you and it felt like you were free to live your life. 

The only thing you forgot was that your soulmate could find you. 

Fall was nearing and the days were growing slower. The air was crisp and cold. You were walking your dog through the park, lost in your own world. School wasn’t going as well as you had hoped—your grades were falling and quickly.

You weren’t given much time to worry about your grades though. A finger tapped your shoulder and  you came face to face with a boy. He was near your height, his hair a dark, messy mop, and his eyes were deep brown. You froze when his hand dropped from your shoulder and skimmed over your fingers.

“You-you’re—” 

“Do you mind?” You shrieked, forcing yourself out of the stupor. You moved away from him, keeping your hand pressed to your chest. Your dog stirred nervously at your feet, uncertain of what to think of the stranger. 

He blinked. 

“You’re my soulmate,” he breathed. You pursed your lips. Fear started to creep over his features at your silence. His hands started to fidget at  his sides and his teeth dug into his lip. Doubt started to cloud his eyes. “I-I mean, it feels like you are.”

His hand pressed over his heart. 

You held your breath for a few seconds and closed your eyes. This was it; this was your chance. Your chance to prove that your life is your own and you didn’t owe it to anybody to fall in love with this boy. You let your breath out.

“I’m just going to get this over with: I am, but I don’t want to be. Love is a choice, a feeling that’s not forced upon someone. It might feel like we love one another, but we don’t,” you paused, your eyes finally opening to meet his, “and I’m not going to try and pretend. The government can screw their… what stupid game this is.”

He was silent, his eyes searching yours. Whatever strength that had been in you started to wane. The hurt, the fear, and the confusion in his eyes was enough to make you wonder if what you were doing was really right. If the government was watching: you weren’t only getting yourself hurt. He was going to get hurt because of you too. 

You didn’t even know his name.

“Look, I’m so—”

“Well this doesn’t seem right.”

You blinked, trying to find the  body of the voice. But as you continued to, your vision started to swim. The world spun around you and your whole body started to give out beneath you. You stumbled, reaching out your hands blindly to catch your fall. 

You managed to catch yourself, but everything around you was quickly changing. There was a distant sound of your dog barking and the feeling of a light breeze, but it swiftly faded. The cement turned to marble, the cold turned to a perfect temperature, and the smell of hay and dead leaves was replaced by an indescribable scent. Like your mother’s cooking or the smell of Christmas.  You glanced up, staring at the place you were in. Pristine quartz walls rose up high to a completely glass ceiling. Not far in front of you, two large, dark double doors were shut. There was a strong urge pulsing from deep inside to open those doors, but you were unable to move, scared of whatever would happen. 

“What the hell?”

You jumped, glancing over your shoulder. Your soulmate sat on the floor behind, his expression similar to yours as he took in your surroundings. Your heart dropped as the two of you made eye contact and the worry in your stomach grew. ‘You don’t even know what you’re dealing with Y/N.’ Not only had you gotten yourself in trouble, but your stubbornness dragged an innocent boy into the mix. 

Several minutes passed with the two of you just staring at one another. You were fighting the urge to cry, realizing that whatever was happening, what was about to happen, was entirely your fault. Your chin pressed against your chest and you covered your mouth, eyes pinching shut. Maybe you should’ve listened to Leila and your sister. You could’ve just accepted the truth: that your life was laid out for you the second you were born.

“Hey”—an arm was slung over your shoulders—“don’t cry. It’s going to be fine; we’ll be fine.”

You shook your head. 

“You don’t understand,” you gasped, “I’ve known the consequences of what would happen if I continued to fight my life. I got you dragged into this because I couldn’t just accept it.”

You looked at him, eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re not in for anything good.”

Just then, the doors swung open. Loud footsteps echoed throughout the building. Your gaze moved up, watching as a boy—seemingly close in age to both of you—strut towards you. He wore a completely white silk jumper, with a light brown belt, and a dusty pink cape fluttering from his shoulders. His black hair was parted very far to the left, his eyes were just as dark as his hair. His skin was fair, such a contrast to his dark hair, that it looked close to white. His cheekbones were high, his jaw was sharp, and his body was lean. 

“Y/N Y/L/N. Han Jisung,” he hummed. His eyes ran over the two of you with something close to disdain. You watched him warily as he moved towards you.  He stopped once he was directly in front of you, slowly crouching down.  His fingers delicately grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Shivers ran down your spine as his gaze carefully traced your face before he moved on to stare at Jisung.

Then, as if he had been shocked, he pulled back from you. The boy stood up and backed away. Your body was shaking wildly, completely out of your control.  It had felt like a thousand tiny sparks had erupted when he touched you. It was a feeling of sheer power and you felt powerless next to him. 

“Are the two of you going to continue to sit on the floor like peasants? Come on, we have much to talk about,” he commanded, snapping his fingers. Jisung and you exchanged looks before the two of you rose together and hurried after the boy. 

The further you walked, the more amazed you became by the place. Your fear started to become replaced by awe as you walked past crystal walls and star-filled ceilings. The marble floor became darker and darker until you were walking on a smooth, black tile. Potted plants lined the walls, all sorts of flowers spilling over the pots and filling the air with a smell that was unlike any floral scent. 

Eventually, you stopped walking. The three of you stood in a simple room. A leather couch was pushed against a wall, a coffee table placed a few feet in front of it. None of you sat. Instead, the three of you stood, staring at each other. Finally, the mystery boy spoke.

“I am what you assume me to be,” he murmured, “a Cupid. Although, humans have a very… different ideas of what Cupids really are. Specifically being that there is no one cupid and that we are definitely not immortal.”

“Huh?”

You wished you had something more intelligent to say, but you were wavering between a mixture of fear and awe and it was messing with your mind. This place was amazing, but the way you got here and the boy in front of you were not something to take lightly. Before, the Cupid had just been some invisible thing that only existed in stories whenever people talked about the war.

“This might take a little more than I thought,” he groaned and then snapped his fingers. Your heart leaped and the next thing you knew you were sitting in a black armchair, the room around you dissolving into a more office-like place. The boy sat down across from you. “My name is Hyunjin. I am a Cupid.

“You see here, everything you think about Cupids are very, very wrong. The whole ‘soulmate’ get up has existed since the beginning of time. We’ve been creating perfect pairs for as long as we can remember,” he explained. He paused, watching the two of you carefully. When neither of you spoke, he continued. “Every couple has been put together by us. We work in the way people originally thought Cupids to be: shooting arrows at people when they meet and starting a love between them. Now in the past hundred years, a ‘different kind of human’ has come along. That was not our doing—that was the chemicals released during the war. Believe it or not, most of these perfect humans are not paired with others the same as them. Cupids put people together whenever they feel a spark between two people.”

Your mouth opened and closed, your mind struggling to keep up with what was happening. Because all you were hearing was that everything you told as a child was a lie. Of course, you weren’t sure if you were happy exactly over the idea. Oddly enough, it helped that the reason you were forced to love somebody wasn’t because of some perfect genes you were born with. 

“And Y/N,” Hyunjin said, his eyes meeting yours, “you’re not forced to love anybody. Many arrows don’t create a romantic relationship, but a very good friendship. Cupids were created for the sake of creating happy relationships.”

Your eyes narrowed as he continued to explain, but as he slowly finished up, you found your anger starting to dissipate.  There were still many questions that were floating in your mind, but there was a small form of clarity blooming in your mind. 

“Wait a second,” Jisung spoke up, “why are we here? Why are you explaining this? Like—it’s nice, believe me, but… I’ve never heard of this before.”

Hyunjin leaned back with a sigh. “Yes, that’s probably because we seem to be in a situation we’ve never stumbled upon before.”

His lips quirked up a bit as his eyes moved from Jisung to you.

“The arrow hit Jisung, but for whatever reason, I was unable to get Y/N.” Hyunjin watched you carefully as he started to roll up his sleeve. He showed the two of you his arm and your mouth dropped. While you had a number tattooed into your arm, you had also been born with a very dark, interestingly shaped birthmark on your stomach. 

The same exact shape was on Hyunjin’s wrist. 

“I believe that Y/N and I have several things to discuss,” he muttered, laughing to himself as he rolled his sleeve back down. “But for now, I think it’s best the two of you get settled. As much as I wish I could just send you back down to Earth, some things need to be figured out before you do.”

Hyunjin then proceeded to lead the pair of you to a room and left you there. It was a large room, but there was only one bed. You found it ironic that he was only just saying a few minutes ago that no was forced to love somebody else, but he was putting the two of you in a room together and claiming he had no others. In a place as big and majestic as this, you could imagine there was a hundred of bedrooms. 

But either way, you refused to act childish and give him the satisfaction of watching you squirm. The two of you agreed to share a bed, but you quickly noticed that Jisung seemed more uncomfortable that you did. He was fidgety as the two of you lay in bed, both of you clearly unable to sleep, but neither one saying a thing. 

Jisung broke the silence.

“So you’re telling me that when we touched… you didn’t feel anything?” He asked quietly. You shifted, glancing over at him. 

“No?” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing. “Was there something?”

His hand slowly reached for yours, his fingers curling over yours. His hand was shaking as he did so and once your skin made contact, he gasped softly. It was hard to see in the dark, but from what you could tell, there was a light dancing in his eyes.

“It feels like there’s sparks going off between us. It-it just fills my body every time and its so hard to ignore. My heart starts racing and butterflies erupt…” he trailed off, a sad tone filling his voice. You felt genuinely bad. There was no way to say that you would never like him back, but at the moment, you felt nothing for this boy while he seemed to feel more than just a vague liking for you. 

“Hey,” you whispered, squeezing his hand, “don’t lose hope, okay? Everything is really confusing right now, but once we get out of here and understand exactly what is going on, the two of us can figure it out, ‘kay?” The more you thought about his explanation, the more worry started to worm its way into your stomach. Your mind ran back to when Hyunjin touched you: how it felt like electricity was running through your body and taking over your senses. The way he had pulled back, a shocked look on his face;  something wasn’t right. 

♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠

You woke up before Jisung with only one thought in your mind. Hyunjin knew more than he was letting on. Whether it was a tactic to leave you in the dark and play with you, or to spare Jisung’s feeling, you didn’t care. You had questions and they were going to be answered, whether the boy wanted to or not. 

The place was not easy to navigate. There were hundreds of halls and stairs and many of the rooms looked the same. It was by pure luck that you somehow managed to make it down to the and found Hyunjin. He didn’t look surprised to see you.

“Good morning,” he hummed. 

“Yeah,” you muttered, sitting down across from him at the table. You pulled your shirt up, pointing to the birthmark on the low left of your stomach. “What exactly does this mean? Who are you? Why couldn’t you hit me?”

He took a slow sip from his mug, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Y/N, you seem to think that I have more answers than I actually do. I have a few ideas, but those are much different than knowing, aren’t they?” He paused. His face was  swimming worriedly as his eyes zeroed in on the mark on your stomach. You let the shirt fall, shifting in your seat. “It-this concerns me deeply. I am… truly not sure. The ideas I have worry me because it would mean that other things are at work that I cannot control.”

“Could you stop being so fucking cryptic?” You snapped, slamming your hands on the table. Hyunjin didn’t even look remotely startled. His eyes just settled lazily on you again before he sighed.

“I fear that either another Cupid has… shot both of us somehow or that the universe folded once again.”

“What—”

“The universe folding is an expression we use to explain that something has fallen out of our hands. Every now and then, people are born with soulmates already chosen for them. Although that incident is also out of our hands, it truly only worries us when it happens to a Cupid,” he muttered, his voice growing quieter and quieter. You froze. Hyunjin frowned. 

“Are you trying to tell me… that we’re soulmates?” You squeaked out. Your face was burning bright red. This couldn’t be happening. Life was already too complicated, but this was just thrown at you so viciously.

“There is one way to tell.”

You were at attention immediately. You nodded, hoping to prove that whatever was happening was just fake. That the two of you having the same birthmark was just a crazy chance. Hyunjin stood up and walked towards you. Everything moved fast, too fast for you to stop it. His fingers moved your chin up and his lips pressed down to yours. For a second, you didn’t want it, but as his lips started to slowly move against yours, you started to melt into him. The moment you let yourself fall into the kiss, sparks erupted where you touched. Fire started to spread through your body and you were happily letting it consume you.

Your hands curled into his hair, pulling him closer and pressing yourself tighter against him. Hyunjin stumbled and he struggled to catch himself. He failed and fell against you, the two of you falling to the ground.  He pulled away with a gasp, his body heaving. His eyes were dilated and you were certain you looked the same.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, his body shaking against yours. “That-that was…”

“Crazy,” you whispered.

Your body was still alight at every place the two of you touched. Part of you tried to force yourself to hate it, but you couldn’t. It was like a rush; a drug that was stronger than any other. You were fighting the urge to just dive right back in. 

Then your mind went to Jisung and all the sparks disappeared. Your body went cold and you pushed Hyunjin away. Your eyes pinched shut. There was so much that you had to work out. If this was what Jisung felt every time he touched you, how were you supposed to reject him? It was addictive. 

“I can’t believe this,” you huffed. You looked up, staring at Hyunjin. 

“What kind of game did you people just throw me into?”

[highqueenofelfhame]

quick fix.

The music in the club was deafening and the air was stifling from all the bodies bumping and grinding in the open space behind her. Aelin Galathynius was sitting in a chair at the bar, small black straw between her teeth as she sucked the cocktail down. That was a warmth and burn that was welcome: the alcohol numbing her mind and relaxing her limbs. She had just moved to wave down the bartender when a massive body slid up next to her, his broad and insanely muscular chest brushing against her arm. Aelin set her drink down and ignored the man for a moment before turning to look at him, his bright green eyes burning holes in her head.

“Can I help you?” He was hot, almost too hot if she were being honest, a tattoo curling along the left side of his face and disappeared beneath his T-shirt. A t-shirt she would very much like to see laying on her bedroom floor along with his blazer and his pants. Her dress.

“You know, I wasn’t planning on talking to anyone in here tonight but I can’t not say something to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Are you sure you’re not some sort of a goddess?” His voice was low in her ear and sent goosebumps erupting all over her skin. The corners of her mouth almost twitched up. Almost.

“Is that your best line?” She drawled, finally twisting where she sat to face him fully. He leaned against the bar with his fingers laced and dangling before his stomach, silver hair pulled into a messy bun at the crown of his head. A few loose strands had fallen into his eyes and dammit if it didn’t make him look even sexier. He leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

“My best line would be the one I make between your thighs with my tongue.” The timbre of his voice made her shiver, the promise of his words sparking a reaction between her legs. Boldly, she took his hand and placed it on her lap, letting her fingers run up his forearm. She used slight pressure to encourage him to slide his fingers higher up on her thigh, until she parted her legs just enough for his fingers to dip into her folds. Aelin tilted her head back to look at him, beneath thick lashes as he cursed, leaning down to press his mouth to hers. “What’s your name?” His voice was low and rough and ragged.

“Aelin.” She watched as he brought his finger to his lips and brushed her wetness across them. She watched as his tongue darted out to taste her. The man swore again. “What’s yours?”

“Rowan,” he said casually, but the way he slipped her hand back beneath her dress wasn’t casual at all. It wasn’t casual the way his fingers dipped back between her folds, the way he rubbed his finger back and forth over her clit. It really wasn’t casual when his fingers slid into her and she let out a gasp that he quieted with his mouth slanting over hers, with his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Aelin was on fire and knew if he shifted even a little bit that people would know what was going on, that she was being fingered by a hot stranger in a club.

Upping the ante, Aelin brushed her fingers over the growing, and large, bulge in his pants. Rowan bit down on her lip and tugged before moving his lips down her jaw to her ear and whispering: “Do you want to get out of here?” only for Aelin to nod yes and go to slip off the chair. She wanted to moan out loud when Rowan brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices from them, licking them until they were completely clean.

Rowan’s broad hand found her lower back as they left, his fingers dipping into the low back of her dress and making her shiver. When they reached his car he had her pinned to it by his hips in seconds, that hard evidence of how bad he needed her pressing into her body. While his lips moved against hers she rubbed the length of him through his jeans. Rowan inhaled sharply against her mouth as he pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded as he pulled open the door for her and helped her inside.

Rowan made it about a mile down the road before Aelin had leaned over to press kisses to his neck with her tongue swirling white hot marks over his skin. She sucked and bit at his skin while her fingers worked the button of his jeans.

“Fuck, Aelin,” he hissed, her hand slipping into his briefs to rub her flat palm up and down his length. At the stop light he turned and kissed her fiercely, tongues tangling while she pulled him out of his pants so she could really pump his cock. When the cars behind them started honking, he ripped his mouth from hers and sped down the road, eager to get back to his house so he could lay her out on every surface and fuck her until she was screaming for him. Rowan only became more eager when she leaned over and took his length into her mouth.

The sounds she was making while she moved him in and out of her mouth were driving him insane, the way she moaned around him like she couldn’t get enough of him leading him to slide his hand into her hair. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the road and he had to pull her off of him by her hair when he got dangerously close to finishing down the back of her throat. He wanted to cum, but not while he was speeding down the road, and definitely not in her mouth. Rowan had other plans.

Aelin sat back in the passenger seat, her fingers tugging the hem of her dress up until it was around her waist which left her on full display because of the way she sat shifted toward him with one leg up on the dash. This woman was trying to kill them both - but Rowan swerved into his driveway moments after she’d started to touch herself.

Before long, they were both naked in his bed and he was kissing and licking trails down her body until he had his tongue buried inside her while she moaned his name over and over. There was something about the way that he always knew what she needed without having to ask that turned her on even more, one of her legs draping over a broad shoulder. Aelin had been ready to completely praise him until he pulled his mouth from her body while she was ready to leap over the precipice.

“No,” fell from her lips in a defeated whimper as he sat onto his knees and jerked her down until his length nestled against her wet and wanting folds. The contact was almost enough to get her somewhere while she arched her hips up to grind her clit against his length but Rowan was always just slightly too far away. Aelin wanted him. She wanted him buried so deep inside her that neither could come up for air for hours. She wanted him to lose control, to come undone around him while they both moaned each others names in breathless whispers that hung in the air for too-long after they’d finished.

She wanted to still be feeling him while she shifted in her chair at work come Monday morning.

“No?” A lick up the column of her throat and then his tongue was sweeping into her mouth. Tasting herself on his tongue was going to ruin her and the sigh that she slipped into his mouth told him so.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, this,” she begged, wrapping her fingers around his length and arching up so the head pressed against her slit.

“You sure?” Gods above, he was going to drive her completely insane. Aelin squeezed her fist around him slightly, effectively tugging a little gasp from his foul and beautiful mouth. It was enough for him to press into her. Full. Aelin was so gods-damn full she was going to lose her mind. Every thought she had was obliterated, the only word she could form was his name in a hoarse whisper as her arm wrapped around his neck and her fingers dug crescent moons into his tan skin.

“Fuck, Rowan,” she cried, the sound somewhere between a shout and a whimper. Maybe it wasn’t two words at all but merely one, maybe it wasn’t a word so much as a sound.

The harder he fucked her, the sharper the sounds felt crawling out of her throat. The sounds of skin on skin and their moaning set goosebumps erupting over both of their bodies. Aelin could feel each individual bump over his back. She could feel each welt that her nails had left behind. The bead of sweat that slipped from his forehead down onto her breasts, their slick skin illuminated with white hot fire that neither could escape.

The release that tore through her every atom was perfectly matched at the volume at which she screamed his name. Aelin’s arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his body, his fingers digging roughly into her skin as he spilled inside her. It wasn’t long before her body was jerking from the sheer pleasure of it all, her hands and thighs shaking as he groaned against her skin, his teeth biting down as he rode through his own climax.

“Shit,” he groaned, rolling onto his back with his chest heaving. “Fuck, Ace.” One of her legs was strewn over his waist, his nails lightly trailing over her skin. Both were quiet as they recovered, Aelin reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair off of his forehead.

“That was -”

“You really should get going before my fiancée gets back and finds me in bed with another woman,” he interjected, propping up on one elbow and nodding toward the bedroom door he evidently expected her to make her exit through. Aelin stared at him blankly for a moment before rolling out of bed, her toes barely touching with the plush carpet before he was pulling her back down into bed with him.

“You’re so stupid,” she laughed against his lips, showering him with kisses as he rolled back on top of her. Aelin gasped in surprise, her teeth closing over his bottom lip.

“But you agreed to marry me anyway,” Rowan countered, capturing her left hand and placing a blazing kiss atop the shining emerald on her finger. Another kiss to her finger, her palm, the inside of her wrist before he captured her lips again, this time slow and full of all the love in the world.

“I love you,” she whispered, and his answering thrust into her was all the answer she needed.

~*~

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Special Addition: Blu Moon

SABRINA   

Gripping the stair railing I debated internally on whether or not I should hold onto my dress so I don’t fall or the hands of my children. Not wanting to end up in the hospital sooner than expected I pulled up my dress and moved the kids in front of me. I followed Izaiah and Elle down the stairs being so cautious to take my time. Once the three of us reached the ground level I resumed my place next to the kids, leading them outside. Elle has been on one all day long and I have yet to find out why. I’m thinking she’s starting to get anxious about Corey’s return. With him being away on business, making time for myself with two young children has been just about impossible.

I watched and huffed out of frustration as Elle let go of her brother’s hand, clinging to my arm.

“Hold his hand Ellena, right now.” I ordered. She followed my advice walking in between myself and Izaiah with a frown on her face. “Fix your face girl.” I huffed again, not wanting to come off bitchy but this baby is pressing into my lower back.

“Mama, I’m so hungry.” Elle complained. “When is daddy coming back? Tomorrow, yes?” She quizzed me. The happy tone in her voice mimicked the expression on her face as she mentioned her father.

“Yes, daddy will be home tomorrow morning.” I sighed. Izaiah distracted Elle with conversation followed by a round of eye spy. With his assistance on calming Ellena down we made it to my car. “Come here Elle..” Scooping her up off the ground I situated her in her car seat. “Zay, hand me that bag please.” Pointing to the small pouch below Izaiah’s feet I held my hand out for him to place it in my possession. 

“Es eso para papa?” He smirked. 

I nodded and laughed alongside him. “Si, para tu padre.” Corey is constantly finding new hiding places in my car and the house for his guns. Finding his weapons in various locations never fails to make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Mom, what is that? Me das?” Ellena questioned with the utmost curiosity.

Shaking my head promptly I adjusted her seatbelt and stood up straight. “No missy you cannot hold this. This is not a toy.” Closing the back door I hobbled to the driver side of the car, halting as I opened the door. Repeatedly I counted my breaths, slowly making an advance to get behind the wheel.

Once I got the engine going I made a phone call, praying that Corey will answer. I spoke to him briefly and then turned my phone over to Ellena so she could hear her dad’s voice. They talked most of the ride home. I had to tell her three times to let Izaiah get some time on the phone as well. Whatever Corey said to our daughter worked magic on her attitude and behavior. That is until she became hungry again. 

“Mommy! Tengo hambre! Quiero rellenos y sopa de lentejas. Mommy!” She hollered in the midst of giggling. 

Throwing my head back on the couch I rubbed my palm over my belly, listening to Corey cackle in my ear. 

“My sweet baby. She misses me.” Corey continues to chuckle. 

“Please, please tell me you’re coming home in the morning for sure. I’m close to shutting down and I don’t know how much more I can take. She’s been up and down all day. Real high and real low.” Gripping my shirt I scrunched the fabric under my breasts, exposing all of my stomach. 

“Yes ma’am. First thing.” He confirmed.

“Best news I’ve heard all day. She’s literally driving me insane. Are you sure you’ll be back when you said? What if your flight is delayed and you’re not here before the shower starts? You’re supposed to be here before everyone else to help me get the kids ready.” The slightest inkling that Corey will be late for this baby shower is starting to stress me out. 

We’ve been planning this for months and I will have a meltdown if guests arrive before Corey. 

“I thought we agreed on you not over exaggerating? Hm?” 

“Si, pero this is different. I’m anxious, Corey. Just don’t forget to get up on time.” 

“Estare allí mi amor. Get some rest after you eat and don’t be a bruja to my little girl.” He chuckled deeply. 

Scoffing at his choice of word I hung up the phone and stood up from the couch. Pulling my shirt down over my stomach I went looking for my kids. “Ellena?” I called out to her. My phone rang but instead of answering I gave it to Elle. 

She glanced at the screen and her eyes lit up. Without hesitation she answered the incoming FaceTime with a huge smile on her face. 

“Hi daddy, what are you doing? Where is your shirt?” Being naturally inquisitive runs in this family. My mom loves to make fun of how many questions Elle and Izaiah ask when they don’t know or are unsure of something. 

“If it isn't my favorite girl in all the land. I just took a shower that’s why I don’t have a shirt on. How are you doing, my love?” 

Seeing them talk switched my mood just that quick. I became hungry all of a sudden, Izaiah started to complain about food as well so I got started on Elena’s request. I hope that Corey has more magical words to say to her so that I can get through this final night without him minus the headache. 

———- ———

*The following afternoon* 

“I told you I would be back in time. I think I deserve an apology for you thinking I’d be late.” 

A sultry voice that matches my husband spooked me even though I saw him from the corner of my eye. Only because I have minimal steps left until my makeup is done, I freed my hands to greet my man. With my arms wrapped around him we embraced one another and exchanged affection. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you. How was your flight?” Pulling back I took a good look at him head to toe realizing he got work done. “Your entire leg? I thought you said after the baby is here you’d start getting tattooed again. You just couldn’t wait huh?” I teased. 

Corey shook his head, showcased his new ink job, wowing me to the core. “You like it? Six hours in the chair for this one.” 

“Of course I like it but you left a space here..that looks funny..” I pointed out. I’m far too pregnant to be bending or kneeling so Corey helped out by sitting on the edge of the bed and propping his leg up. Examining closely I recognized his leg piece is all related to his life and the timeline of it. “Is that the scan of my heart that I got done when I found out I was pregnant?” 

“Yes ma’am. I wanted a piece of you and the kids on my body forever. Once the baby is here I’ll be able to figure out what to get for him or her. That’s what the empty space is for.” Corey began explaining to me the meaning behind each of his new tattoos just as Izaiah walked into the room. Elle was dragging behind with her dress stained, her shoes unbuckled and her hair all over the place.

Throwing my hands up I sped to the bathroom to finish getting ready. In silence Corey took Elle down to her room to get her cleaned up for the second time. 

Ellena had to be put down for a nap before the baby shower began. Corey was definitely on Elle duty in order to get her into a ready to sleep mood. However, I had no choice but to step in and let my little girl get a sample of what she’s forgotten all about to help really knock her out. Breast milk. My sweet nena used to fall into a deep sleep after being fed. It didn’t matter where we were. As long as she had her milk, she got more than the proper amount of rest that young children need. I was so anxious that even the little bit of milk she had would revert her to the past. She proved me wrong. She’s forgotten all about my breast milk. 

Coming out of the bathroom, I bumped into my uncle who I’ve been waiting for to arrive for hours now. My heart rate sped up and drastically slowed the longer we exchanged looks. 

“My Sabrina, you look beautiful as always.” He smiled at me gently. 

Outstretching my arms I walked toward him. Hugging the closest human being to my father aside from my mother is bringing forth so many emotions. I miss my dad more than ever right now. 

“You smell just like him. I’m really happy that you made it.” Backing up to look him in the eye I rubbed my eyes dry. “I’m sorry, I said I wouldn’t cry but I can’t help it.” 

“You should not be apologizing for missing your father, Lori. You know that he's with you always. How are you feeling? How’s pregnancy?” He asked. 

 Breathing softly I nodded and continued to weep. “It’s so wonderful. I’m exhausted but thrilled to find out what we’re having. Was your flight alright?” He and I went back and forth with questions until the main event came upon us. 

I went to join Corey behind the box wrapped in a pearl color wrapping paper. The sun is shining, the flowers in our yard are in full bloom and the energy around me is washing away my anxiety about the minutes to come. 

“It’s been a long time coming. Are you sure you’re ready? You can always change your mind.” Corey cupped the nape of my neck easily, opening that door of option two for me. 

I took a slow, controlled breath and denied his invitation. “I really want to know. It’s better for us both and I’m ready. At first I was fine with waiting but I’m ready now.” 

We both carried on with conversation until my uncle, our parents and Ravyn started the countdown. The moment Corey and I have been holding out for is finally here since the day we were able to find out the sex of this baby. It was Corey’s idea to wait until the birth but I’m dying to know the gender! The count down from ten to one was fast. I heard the numbers in slow motion but the second he and I cut the gigantic metallic ribbon off of the box, bluebirds flew in the air. They swarmed over us followed by blush pink glitter and rose petals. 

Again, someone included an element to remind me of my dad. Bluebirds were his favorite of the bird species. He had four as pets before I came along and two after I was born. Rather than getting emotional with tears, I felt my cheeks and jaws beginning to hurt from all the smiling. We’re having another little girl. Corey gets another princess to spoil until we’re no longer here and I can’t express with words how happy I am right now. 

“Damn, I’m in shock. We’re having another baby girl.” I heard Corey speak. We simultaneously turned to look at each and that’s when I began to cry. I embraced him just as he embraced me. Together we exchanged our feelings on the conclusive evidence that we’re having one more girl. “I’ve been saying for months how I just knew we’d have another one of you. I knew it and to think I began doubting my own instincts. Thank you for making me a father, Lori.” His lips against my head filled me with butterflies and good thoughts on what’s to come. 

——— ——-

“Happy Father’s Day, my love.” I haven’t stopped smiling since the moment we found out the sex of this baby. The rest of the party was great. Our friends and family had so much love to share and blessings to wish over us. Izaiah was really happy to have family around that we haven’t seen lately to celebrate this day with us. Seeing him and Ellena interact with their aunts, uncles, and cousins was heartwarming for both Corey and myself. 

“No, thank you. A million times over do I mean that. I wouldn’t be a father if it weren’t for me switching old boy’s sperm with mine. What was his name again?” He joked. 

“It’s sad that you’re making jokes but it’s hilarious that you genuinely forgot. It’s not like it matters anyhow.” Putting the top back on the lotion he began unraveling the braid in my hair. 

He drew circles on my scalp with the pads of his fingers. The act drew up sounds of relief and brought my shoulders back to level position. Suddenly Corey stood up and walked around the room, analyzing. 

“Que paso?” I spoke up. 

“Nothing, I’m just in awe. I really don’t think you understand how different our lives are thanks to my idiocy some time ago. Aside from the fact that I was drunk, I was a little jealous of who you were initially starting a family with.” Corey held out his hand to help me stand. 

“This is news to me.” I’m stunned at his confession. 

He led the way to the nursery, which is far from finished, and turned the lights up. 

“I couldn’t possibly imagine not being there, the night of your thirtieth birthday and intercepting your initial plans and ending up here.” Toying with the decor and finally sitting in the plush rocking chair, he invited me into his lap. In silence we mirrored each other’s actions. 

“You still like the name Leija?” I asked him, tenderly caressing the nape of his warm neck. 

He turned to me and graced my question with a genuine smile of acceptance. “More so now then when you brought it up to begin with. I’m not going through with that procedure but I do agree that three is enough for me. If that’s okay with you.” His addition of the last remark tickled me pink. 

“That’s okay baby. Three is good and now we’ll have our five. Between Ellena and Zay, I think we’re set for life.” I laughed. Peering down at my beyond visible belly I ran my free hand all over it. “And this angelita is the cherry on top. I have a gut feeling that she’ll just like Ellena. Full of life, sass, character and much more.” 

Corey agreed, drawing me in closer to lay against me. “I love you Sabrina, always and forever.” 

Corey and I have reached the ultimate peak in our lives. We have the house, nuestra familia, our success and peace of mind. I can’t wait to see what joy and excitement our new baby girl will bring us.

[headoverhiddles]

Out On Bad Behavior - Ron Tully (SOA) x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Tully’s out on parole, and he hasn't seen you in months. Things are gonna get rough.

Notes: Hi yes hello, I’d sell my soul to satan to fuck Ron Tully. Thx for coming to my ted talk 

Notes Notes: No, I don’t condone his ideology. This is his character, minus that. 

"You got a girl, Teller?"

Tully's voice is deep, calm, and his dark eyes speak volumes. Jax studies him.

"I got girls."

Instead of taking the plural response personally, Tully just smirks, sitting back in his seat. "The only reason a guy don't have a main girl, is if she don't fuck so good. You stick with the ones that fuck good and fuck often, you're set for life. Not only do you get great pussy when you need it, you've got a girl who'll stick with you through thick and thin, cause she knows she'll never get better dick. And it's one in a million if she's not a fuckin' psycho bitch."

Jax raises his eyebrows. "I'll try to remember that." Tully taps his head. The blonde biker folds his arms. "Alright. You got a girl on the outside, I'm assuming."

"Mmm. My girl is the real deal, man. Ride or die. And the sex?" He leans back, grinning.

"That good?" Jax indulges, unable to suppress his own boyish smile.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Tully nods, biting his lip. "She’s takin’ care of my dogs while I’m gone. My real dogs.... can't wait to get out and see her again."

Jax lowers his voice, glancing around in that conspiratorial manner that Tully wishes he'd stop doing. "You may just get your wish soon, man. I overheard some guards talking about you. Said you'd be out within the month on some parole deal they’re all pissed about." 

Tully stares. "Well, look at that. I guess behaving myself gets me somewhere in life."

You haven't seen him in months, and it's like a freight train hitting you. Pent up feelings of loss, love, and affection bubble to the surface as you see him walking toward you with that same swagger, escorted by two cops who don't even know who they're fucking with. You wait patiently, and the strongest feeling of all takes over.

"Tully," you whisper, and he locks his pinky finger in yours.

"Baby girl."

Unable to hold back, he loops his arms around you, and squeezes you against him in a deep kiss he’s been waiting for for months. You kiss back eagerly, moaning into his lips as his hand travels between your legs. When he finally lets you go, he side-eyes the two cops who escorted him out. 

“Got your kicks for the day, boys?” They shift uncomfortably, and Ron chuckles as you latch onto his arm like his pretty little plaything. 

Once he gets you home, it's like a ticking bomb has been set off. He wants you and you want him, but there's a dance involved. You want to ask him about jail... but not now. Later. All that shit can wait.

Tully speaks.

"Missed you."

"Likewise."

He takes a good look at you, lust in his eyes rising. You inch your top up, as if trying to decide whether or not to take it off. "You're my pretty little kitty, isn't that right?"

"Yeah..." 

"With that sweet little pussy," he groans, biting his bottom lip. "That pussy still nice and wet for me?"

"Mhmm."

"Bring your gorgeous little self over here, show daddy."

You sway your hips as you approach him. He watches you, erection obvious in his tented slacks. He looks so good sitting there, dominance clear in his eyes. There’s no question who’s in control here.

"Now, I'm gonna cum inside you faster than usual," he murmurs, brushing his fingers against your thighs, "I haven't been 8 inches deep in you for 7 months. That's enough to drive me insane, baby. Of course, I made do," he smirks, "Man's got needs. But it was never the same."

You moan, imagining what Tully must have looked like fucking someone else as you crawl into his lap. His chin lifts, and he lets you settle yourself there, his clothed erection sliding nicely to fit between your parted thighs. You think of him getting what he needs in prison... you imagine he'd grunt, taking them for all they're worth, showing them who's boss, who their daddy is.

"Tell me about it?"

"Mmm," he hums, stroking the hair out of your face, "You wanna know about the bitch I fucked in jail?"

"Mhmm."

"Hearing about it'll get you nice and wet down below, baby?"

"Yeah..."

"Well. He had a pretty little hole... just like you." He leans in, so his lips are beside your ear, hot breath in your hair and stubble scratching your cheek. "I pretended that pretty little ass was you, begging for my cock like I knew a fucking little whore like you would."

"Oh," your breath hitches as you grind down into his lap, and Tully convulses a little in a full body shudder, obviously not used to the physical stimulant of a real girl’s touch again.

"-But oh, how I missed you. How I missed... this." He slips two fingers past your panties and into your tight heat, curving them to make an obscene wet noise. "Look at how wet she is for her daddy," he cooes in that buried, genteel southern edge, "All for me. All thinkin' about me... fucking you to high heaven on this cock."

"Oh god, Tully," you gasp, grinding.

"You ever had a cock bigger’n this?"

"Never..."

"Tell me, who do you belong to?" he growls.

"You."

"Did you go slutting around town while I was incarcerated?"

"N-no, I swear!"

"Nah, you wouldn't give it out for free. You’re just too goddamn good for that," he nips your earlobe, and uses his thumb to rub your clit. "Did you dream about this?"

"Uh huh."

"Every night, I dreamed about all the shit you do to me. Dreamed about that cunt. The blow jobs you give me whenever you're feeling nice and slutty. Woke up hard every morning, and all the guys got a nice wake-up call when I started to fuck my fist and call your name as loud as I fuckin' could." He chuckles, stroking your stomach. “It was like a community alarm clock of sorts.” Your thighs start to tremble, thinking of how he must have looked jerking his cock for you, thinking of fucking you deep with it. His eyes fall to your breasts, and you can tell by the ravenous look in his eyes he wants to squeeze them, touch them, suck on them. But he restrains himself, keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips, in control as always.

"That's so hot, daddy."

"Mm? What's hot, baby girl? Tell daddy. Wanna hear it."

"Thinking of you..." you gasp, pussy clenching as he strokes you just right, "...touching yourself, thinking of me. Getting cum all over your chest calling my name."

He hums again, the deep sound sending shivers down you. God, you want him so fucking bad.

"Would've been nice to have you there, to lick it all up," he murmurs, dark eyes searching you, "Hm? My little cumslut'd like that, wouldn't she? Tasting daddy's cum, cleaning him up good?"

"Oh... Jesus, yes."

"Go ahead, baby. Do what you been waitin’ to do since you saw me again. Hold onto daddy and cum as hard as you need to, like the good little whore you are."

He knows how names like that turn you on. You picture what he described, how he looked walking toward you, cuffed then uncuffed in that white wifebeater. That look he had in his eyes, like a wolf, like he wanted to absolutely devour you. With two more pumps of his fingers, you cum, coating them. He pulls his fingers out, and has you lick them for him.

"That's it. Beautiful." He watches you breathe heavily, head cocked, and lets you suck on his fingers for a bit longer. Then he pulls them past your lips with a pop. "I think it's my turn now."

"You gonna fuck me, daddy?" you moan, enticing him with your breasts.

"Yeah," he drawls, unzipping his pants, “I think so.” He takes it out, giving your ass a nice spank before parting you and lining himself up. When he pushes in, you think you've never felt something so fucking good. It's been too long since you've had him. It's been far too long.

His head rolls back as he admires how your ass moves up and down against him, as he bounces you on his cock.

"Goddamn. You were made for this, sweetie," he moans, tugging your hair back and closing his fingers around your neck. The labored breaths ripping from him are evidence he's working hard for it, and you give right back, working your ass down. He chokes you a little harder, and it all comes rushing up on you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--" you wheeze, and his low, growled out grunts increase as he pounds faster. "Ahhh, god," you whine, and cum hard on his cock again. Feeling you coat him with wetness, he thrusts two, three more times, and with a grunt of your name, he cums as well, deep inside you. 

"That's the girl I missed," he muses, chest rising and falling. Sweat dots his forehead and arms, but you don't care. You wrap yourself up in his big arms, and cuddle against his tattooed chest, feeling the pudge of his stomach rising and falling gently. He holds you there, rocking, kissing the top of your head.

"Not goin' anywhere now, baby girl. That's a fuckin' fact you can count on."

[punkcupcakestyles]

Love Song

Part 9***

“Why did you stop?” I mumbled against his lips, between soft kisses where I could taste myself.

“We’re here to take a shower, remember?”

Catch up!

The anticipation was driving me crazy. 

I looked at Harry from the marble counter, while he drew a bath with salts and essential oils. The air smelled like chamomile, and that soothing feeling was the only thing that stopped me from getting the hell out of there. 

From where I sat, a cold marble counter, his bathroom was huge. There was a separate tub in the middle of it, while the shower took up more than half of the room. It was already running, a fine hot mist that was starting to fog up against the glass windows. Whenever he walked closer, the water ran a little harder, and I wondered what other tricks he had on his house. 

My heart beat faster when Harry turned around to look at me and I couldn't help but smile shyly at him. 

“You ready?” He asked softly, as he walked slowly towards me. If anything, he was giving me time to think, and that wasn’t always a good idea. 

“I’ve...uh...I’ve never done this...with a guy.”

When he finally reached me, my heart suddenly stopped. He was all that existed in the world. There was nothing else. 

I puffed air out of my lips and locked eyes with him as he leaned closer, a hand on each side of my body. His breath, warm and heavy, fanned over my skin, and his lips grazed mine in a soft kiss. 

“It’s just me,” he whispered. “We’ll stop whenever you want.”

"You're sure?"

"I swear," he smiled. And I trusted him. I would trust him with my heart. 

“So what do I do?” 

“Take my shirt off. Can’t be the only one dressed in this room,” Harry replied with a smirk. 

I giggled nervously, suddenly too shy to do what he had asked for. If I did so, there was no turning back, and I still couldn’t decide if the butterflies in my tummy were dancing with happiness or were raging in fear. 

I could trust him. 

His lips were sweet and slow when he kissed me, enough to drive me crazy and to make me forget about the world. My skin tingled under his fingertips, lighting up at his touch. My heavy sigh died on his lips, and I blindly took the hem of his shirt between my fingers, pulling it up until we had to break apart so I could take it off completely. 

I couldn’t help but look at him, his broad shoulders, his muscular chest and his skin full of ink. The way he was looking at me made my knees go weak, a playful smile on his lips. 

“I really like your tattoos,” I whispered, trying to distract myself from the intense feeling that was bubbling in my tummy. His hands went around my waist, and he dipped his head to kiss my neck, right as I leaned closer to him to press my lips to his chest, kissing his tattoos as he nipped and licked the skin down my shoulders. 

This time when he kissed me, it was more intense and demanding than before. I was running out of air and I felt dizzy, allowing him to explore, lick, suck, kiss me however he wanted. As he pulled me to the edge of the counter, I hooked my fingers around his waistband, bunching the fabric in a fistball as I let myself go. I pushed it down, feeling his soft skin under my fingers and his sharp breath that died on my lips. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, just as he grew desperate and pushed his joggers off himself. He didn’t stop kissing me, or even take more than a couple of seconds before his hands were on me again, running up my back until he found the hook of my bra. 

I sucked in a breath as he unhooked the bra and closed my eyes at the feeling of his fingers over my bareback. They brushed over my shoulders, pulling down the straps at the same time he broke the kiss. His lips were bruised and swollen, so damn kissable, they nearly drove me crazy.

“Can I take it off?” He asked, even though there was certain urgency in his voice that said he wasn’t expecting to hear a no. I didn’t want to say no.

I nodded, trying to focus on him as he quickly obeyed, and threw the black fabric to the floor. My eyes drifted down to his chest once more, his taut stomach and his meaty hips. I gulped, following the soft v-lines that announced his…

“Like it?” He mocked me, and my eyes flew to him, blushing harder than ever before. 

“I..ummm...It’s uh…”

“Don’t worry, babe, you can do whatever you want with my cock right now.”

My tongue swept across my bottom lip and I smiled softly at him, before pushing myself off of the counter. Instinctively, my arm went around my chest to cover myself up and I bit my bottom lip as my fingers hooked around the waistband of my blue panties. 

“Let me do that,” he smiled, a quick peck on my lips before he went back to kiss my neck. These kisses were more urgent, almost sloppy, and they felt so damn good.

“Oh,” I breathed out, closing my eyes in bliss as he nipped lightly on my collarbones. I molded to his touch out of instinct, leaning back as he reached the swollen part of my chest. He licked and sucked on the sensitive skin, and I felt a delicious pressure building on the lower part of my tummy and pressing down between my legs. My fingers pressed tightly to the counter, and I hummed as he trapped my nipple between his plump lips, teeth, and tongue alternating to graze over the little bud. “Fuck,” I moaned, right as my tummy quivered at the touch.

He had done this before, he had kissed me and touched me as if my body belonged to him, but somehow this was new, more intimate. There was no alcohol to hide behind, just the two of us, and the need I felt taking over my mind. 

When he started kissing down my stomach, every doubt I had gone away, and my fingers tangled in his hair as I held my breath. 

The pressure between my legs grew stronger and my whole body felt like it was on fire. Harry hummed and looked up at me when he started toying with the hemline of my panties, teasing me. A glint of satisfaction crossed his green eyes when he pulled the panties down and I held my breath. His smile was almost devilishly, like he knew what he was doing to me, the fire that was spreading from the pit of my tummy, consuming my body. 

I had never felt like that. 

His fingertips pressed to the top part of my thigh, to spread it open so he could press a soft kiss to the sensitive skin. But it wasn’t just a kiss. He licked and tasted and sucked on it before he did the same to the other side. I threw my head back, and my fingers pressed tightly to the counter, trying to give myself some balance. 

“Fuck…”

I looked down to see him licking his fingers, right before he slid his hand between my legs. From where I was, I could see everything, the way he licked his fingers and slid them between my legs, and how he wrapped his free hand around his cock to stroke it. 

“God.”

His finger slid between my folds and it was just then that I realized how much he had affected me. I was wet and pulsing, the very first touch sending a delicious shiver up my spine.

“Fuck, baby.” His moan echoed in my body, pooling between my legs and prickling in my fingers. My knees could barely hold me any longer, and the edges of the counter felt sharp against my bum, but I didn’t care. It was hard when I couldn’t even think. All that mattered was his finger, as it rubbed circles on my clit and the fact that his breath was getting heavier as he touched himself. 

Maybe it was the steam that was coming from the shower, but the skin of his shoulders looked golden, glistening and damp. I let my nails rake on the skin, and he looked up to me, a sweet smile forming on his lips.

“Let’s try something new,” he smiled. 

I didn’t need to know what he wanted to do. Actually, I didn’t want to know, otherwise, I would probably say no. I nodded and let my fingers play with his hair as I looked at him mesmerized. I let him wrap his hand around my thigh and pull my leg over his shoulder until he could dip his face between my legs. 

My fingers knotted in his hair at the feeling of his tongue against my center. The contrast of the coldness of his mouth against the warmth of my body, the slow movement of his tongue, the lavish way he was tasting me, it was driving me insane. Our eyes met and he held my gaze, and even when I couldn’t see him, I could feel his smile. His fingertips dug on my thighs, and he pulled me closer to his face, moaning as he stroke himself faster. I was close, so close, but it was different this time, more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. A bubble of bliss was ready to burst and I could barely think outside of the wonderful feeling he was causing in me. 

But it never came. Instead, Harry stopped and put my leg down before he got up. He was smiling, and his lips tasted sweet when he kissed me. 

“Why did you stop?” I mumbled against his lips, between soft kisses where I could taste myself.

“We’re here to take a shower, remember?”

But his hands were on my ass and his lips had now traveled to my neck, so it was pretty damn hard to think straight. 

So I just let him guide me, take my hand and walk behind me into the shower. The water was hot but comfortable, and it felt refreshing against my skin. I leaned back to Harry and smiled as his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest and kissing my neck again. 

“Let me do something for you,” I whispered against his lips, as he started to rub the washcloth on my tummy. He made his way slowly to my chest, while his free hand traveled down between my legs. 

“Like what?” 

His hands fell on my waist when I turned around to look at him, and for a second there, he was so serious that I froze. I could just look at him, the golden streaks in his green eyes and the pinkness of his lips. He had a wet curl that stuck to his forehead and I pushed it aside as I smiled at him. 

“What?” I asked him, a simple question that would not give away the nervousness that was starting to eat me up. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged off with a little smile. “Did you say you wanted to do something for me?”

“Yeah…”

There was nowhere else I would rather be. I realized that when I stood on the balls of my feet and pressed my hands to his shoulders to give myself some balance as I kissed him. There was a lot of fucking thoughts running in my mind, some that could torment me until they defeat me, some that lifted me as if I had wings on my feet. But none of them mattered, and that had to be magic. 

I kissed him slowly and lavishly, as he grabbed my ass. I was pretty sure he was going to leave marks, but that didn’t matter. One of my hands slid down his chest, and I felt his muscles tensing under my fingers as I made my way down to his hips. He let out a sharp breath when my fingers wrapped around his dick and I stroke it softly, running from the base to the tip. 

I had no idea what he was doing and he probably noticed it. His fingers wrapped around my hand to guide it and he made me squeeze him a bit harder. His breath grew heavier and the kiss sloppier with every stroke. 

It was almost an exercise of curiosity. The veins on his cock felt swollen and I let my thumb run over one of them, from the base to the tip of it. Harry allowed me to do so, releasing my hand just enough so I could explore. I ran my thumb over his swollen tip and smiled at light hiss he let out. 

“Fuck.” The curse died in my lips, the breathy moan fueling me up as I grabbed him once more. 

He liked it fast, liked my fingers going over his tip as I stroked him and the way I rubbed it lightly with my thumb. He liked kissing me hard and the way I dug my nails on his shoulders every time I ran out of breath. 

I could tell that he liked it and it made me feel all sorts of pride. 

I felt him twitch between my fingers and his body tense up, as he cursed under his breath. My lips were incredibly swollen when he broke the kiss and I grinned giddily when he pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. 

“Go faster,” he begged, and I obeyed him, moving faster as he began to twitch in my fingers. The muscles of his stomach became still and he opened his mouth in a silent moan, closing his eyes as he became undone. “Fuck,” he laughed after a couple of seconds, giddily. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at me in a way no one ever had looked at me before. It was a mix of desire and entire bliss. “You’re fucking wonderful.”

***

Harry had insisted on “cleaning us up”, which meant we spent about 45 more minutes in the shower. He had taken the time to run a washcloth slowly down my body, focusing on my chest and my butt. He explored every inch, grabbed, kissed and sucked on every part of my body, smiling childishly whenever I would squeal or moan, or tumble on my feet because of the water. It also gave me time to touch him and kiss him in ways I had never done before. 

At the end of the shower, he wrapped us both under the same towel and we clumsily made our way to his room, laughing every time we almost fell on our faces, which was a lot. 

But that feeling of freedom went away as soon as Harry let me go. He offered me a shirt and I fumbled in my suitcase to get my underwear. Quickly, I put it on and jumped up to my feet, just to look at him as he dried himself up. Naked as he was, he let himself fall on the bed and sighed in relief as he lied down. 

“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” He whispered, beckoning for me to go and lie by his side. “C’mere.”

For a second, I hesitated if I should lie next to him. It was tempting, but it was also dangerous and stupid. But above all, it felt ridiculous to tell him I couldn’t sleep with him, after what we had done, how intimate we had been. 

Harry didn’t allow much more time to think, cause he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to the bed, letting me fall on the mattress as he hovered over me. 

“I could get used to this,” I laughed. 

How fucking scary was that?

[pcygoldenchild]

Loey

✨summary: Chanyeol was a hopeless romantic. But Loey was a different story. And his secret weapon, his source of that beast, his middle finger with his Loey tattoo.

✨warnings: NSFW, fingering, dirty talk, sexual intercourse

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 𝐏𝐎𝐕

It’s only 6pm but here we are in bed. I had a long schedule since 3pm yesterday and got home around 1pm today and went straight to bed. I guess she came in around 3pm and joined me since she didn’t want to wake me up. I never wake up when she lays on me. Instead I just fall into a deeper sleep; she’s a necessity for me to get a good sleep. But now I’m awake. And she’s laying on me in nothing but one of my favorite Balenciaga hoodies. Cute.

She’s really small. Most people are small compared to me but she’s just a certain type of small. The type of small that makes you want to just hold her close to you. The type of small that makes you want to do anything for her. Minseok is small but he’s not this type of small. She’s the type of soft small that makes my heart flutter. She’s also the type of small that makes my dick swell but I can’t have those thoughts now. She’s peacefully sleeping in my arms. No need to bother her with a stiff dick.

I move a little because let’s be honest, once I start thinking about this little one, the thoughts don’t stop. I can feel my dick waking up and I’m not ready to wake her up yet. She’s small enough to hold in one arm as her legs are on either side of my left leg. She barely even moved out of her sleep. But one word left her lips.

“Loey.”

It was small and sweet. The cutest of sounds. The first word that comes from her mouth at the feel of my hands on her skin. And it drives me crazy. The name she calls me when she’s being flirty or trying to get me do whatever she wants. And it always works. It’s tattooed on my middle finger. Tattooed on her tongue even in her sleep.

I run my middle finger along her plump lips. They’re so inviting and taunting. She’s very responsive in her sleep to small things like this. But she won’t wake up unless it’s not me doing these things. She knows I admire her in her sleep so she just lets me do whatever. I like to trace her sleeping face. But her lips always want my attention. Pink and plump and soft.

“Loey.”

She’s fucking with me. I like to think I’m strong willed but not in this situation. Her sleepy state as she lays on me in my hoodie whispering my name.

“Baby.”

I respond to her even though she probably just thinks she’s dreaming it. My middle finger still feeling her lips. Waiting to be welcomed in. Her lips tremble a bit as she takes a deep breath. Her hand runs up my chest to my neck passing my jaw to land on my lips. She had a habit of doing this. When she was falling asleep she’d do it a lot but also while she was asleep. She knew exactly where to feel and where to land on the familiar texture of my lips. Just like a baby. I kissed her small fingers. My little one.

“Loey.”

She’s driving me insane. I’m twitching in my boxers. Loey has one meaning. Loey is her teasing me. Loey is her wanting me. Yeol or Chanyeol is anything else. But whatever she’s dreaming about must be dirty. Three times she’s said my name. And with this last one, I felt her hips move on my thigh. Even in her sleep she’s got me losing my shit.

“Baby I’m right here.”

She takes another deep breath through her nose tickling my chest. She leans into my finger on her lips and opens them slightly. Her lips pout out as she kisses my finger in her sleep. Her fingers rub my lips as I have done to hers plenty of times.

Her breathing is getting heavier as she slowly and lightly kisses my finger. Anyone looking wouldn’t even see her moving but I can feel the need in her slight movements. She’s having a wet dream.

“Loey please.”

I’m done for. She’s begging for me. She’s begging and I’m right here ready to do anything she wants. Her little pants and whimpers barely catch my ears but I love the sound.

“Baby just wake up.”

I whisper it. I don’t want to wake her up out of her dreams but I wouldn’t mind if she did. I play with her lips as she plays with mine. She knows what really wakes me up. She’s never done it in her sleep. I never thought there was a possibility but I stand corrected.

She let out a soft whine and moved her hips. Then she opened her mouth a little and took in my finger. Loey now resting between her lips. I couldn’t help myself and let out a groan into her finger tips. She’s breaking me.

She lets out one moan around my finger and I can feel my tip leaking. It was the little things she did that turned me on the most. And she wasn’t even aware of what she was doing.

𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I came home to Chanyeol sleeping in bed. He was out all night and morning doing schedules and practice. He deserved a good sleep and so did I. I snuggled into him like I always did and he took me in instantly relaxing with me in his arms. He was like a baby always sleeping better if his favorite girl was with him. My big boy.

I fell into a deep sleep and my dreams consumed me. It was so vivid I could have sworn it was actually happening. My dreams were always vivid if I knew he was holding me. Even more vivid if I could feel him watching me.

I could feel his touches and hear his voice. His hands were everywhere in my dream. On my hips, my ass, my breasts, my thighs, my waist. His lips on mine as I could feel his dick going in and out of me. My lips were on fire. Which meant he was awake and touching them like he always did. It melted in with my dreams and made me needier. I called his name repeatedly as he thrusted in and out of me. The name slipping from my lips into his ears, driving him crazy. I must have said it a hundred times in my dream. I know I’ve said it a couple times for him to have heard too. I’ve been told I talk in my sleep when I’m dreaming vividly. I can’t help but respond to the dream physically. I can only assume he’s a mess right now; knowing I’m dreaming of him inside me.

Loey.

I can hear his faint ‘baby’ escape his lips. My fingers find home on his lips in my sleep all the time. And I can feel his move with the sound of his voice in my dreams. I can feel his lips kiss my fingertips as I kiss his. Reality and unconsciousness blending together.

Loey.

I just want to wake up now. I want to see my Loey. He’s probably rock hard and waiting for me to finally awake. I just want to taste him for real. I want his cock inside my mouth. I want him inside of me until I can’t take it anymore. I’m dreaming of taking his pretty cock into my lips and something feels just as real as the dream.

“Baby just wake up.”

I wake up. I wake up to Loey on my lips.

I lock my lips around his finger and suck making him let out a chuckle. I look up at him and see his messy hair and dark eyes. My fingers on his lips as his middle finger is in mine. I move over a bit and feel his cock just as hard as I imagined. My big boy was suffering for God knows how long; waiting for me to wake up.

“Loey.” I whimper as I let his finger slip from my lips. His finger now resting on my bottom lip.

“Baby.” he breathlessly lets out. He was so worked up I just couldn’t tease him anymore. He looked so ready for me.

“Loey I need you.” I confess. My core was tingling and warm. My nipples sensitive against his hoodie. I moved to straddle his waist and kiss his lips lightly. His hands run up my thighs and under his hoodie. One hand grabs my ass cheek while the other runs from my ass to my clit collecting the wetness that is now practically spilling onto him. He pulls his hand up and takes his finger into his mouth. Loey cover in my juices and now in his mouth.

“Baby you’ve been driving me crazy for the past two hours.” he said. His hands pushing down his boxers letting his cock fling into my core making me gasp. He was so hard it made me clench my legs a bit.

“Sleeping and dreaming about me. Saying Loey over and over again. Teasing me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore. No more games.” he said taking his hoodie off me and throwing it to the side. He sat up a bit and turned us both over. He leaned down and tasted his name on my lips.

Loey.

I pushed up into him and began grinding into his cock. The feeling of my wet cunt on his hard cock not enough. He pushed my hips down and I bit his lip. I hated being denied of anything. He instead lower himself and began rubbing his length along my folds.

“Loey please. You said no more games.” I whined. I just needed him inside me. I’ve had two hours of foreplay.

He groaned at my pleading and ran his hand down my body slowly. His big hands and thick fingers seemed so small and dainty when he touched me. He grabbed his cock and pushed it to my hole but not inside. He just let it sit there at my entrance. His lips never left mine. We weren’t kissing but just staying connected.

“Please.” I whimper on his lips. My hands grabbing his hips. His lips kiss mine one last time before he slowly enters me. He was a rough fit. That never failed.

I closed my eyes and took him in without a complaint. I begged him to fuck me and now I had to suffer the uncomfortable first thrust. He stilled once he was all the way inside me.

“Relax baby. Open up for me.” he whispered into my open mouth. I shivered a bit. His deep vibrato and twitching cock inside me already making my stomach tight. I open my legs a bit more and adjust my hips for him to get deep inside me. He tried to pull out a bit but I instantly clenched around him. He hissed and grabbed my thigh closing his eyes.

“Baby a little more. All I need is a little space. Fuck I could cum right now.” he groaned. That only made me clench tighter. I grabbed his face and kissed him to ease my tight pussy being needy. He rubs his thumb into my hip and soothes me.

“Mhm. Just like that baby. Let me in.” he said as he started pulling out and pushing back in. The feeling of his cock against my walls making me relax but shiver. I just wanted to feel him and my skin was crawling with want. I opened my eyes and saw his big eyes staring down at me. His plump lower lip between his perfect teeth. His cute face now strong and demanding. He was fucking me. He was fucking his little baby and it wasn’t a dream.

“Loey!”

I screamed. I couldn’t help but give in. His cock was so massive in all the right ways. The way his hips worked into me. The way his stomach rubbed against my clit everytime he thrusted into me. The way his lips softly caressed mine or how his teeth bit my lip every time I tightened around him. It was all too much.

“That dream must have been fantastic. You’ve never been this fucking tight.” he said as his own hips stuttered. He came inside me after only 15 minutes of straight fucking. I came around him after only 12 minutes of straight fucking. The dream was in fact fantastic.

“You were amazing. You fucked me like you haven’t seen me in months. I could have came in my sleep.” I breathed out. I ran my fingers through his hair as my legs wrapped around his waist to keep him inside me. I liked cockwarming after he just came inside me. The warmth and soft conversations were always so amazing.

“I could have came from the way you kept saying my name. It’s really dangerous. The things you manage to do to me are a blessing and a curse.” he said playing with my nipple. He sat up enough to look at me. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“I guess that’s your excuse for why you lasted 15 minutes.” I joked. But I had no room to talk.

“And you lasted 12 but who’s counting?” he laughed. That Loey laugh. My Loey laugh.

[justjessame]

Never Have I Ever (Chapter 2): The Morning After

Sunlight sucks. That’s how I felt when I woke up, the sun shining right the fuck in my fucking face, my throat and tongue so fucking dry that I wanted to drink anything.  Anything at all.  Except, as my head started pounding, except that fucking disgusting fucking alcohol that I’d drank the day and night before.  That shit would never fucking come near me again.  Ever.  Forever.

I groaned and heard his chuckle from behind me.  Ugh. Negan.  In the very harsh light of fucking day.  So bright the fucking light of fucking day.  Fuck.  

“You doin’ alright, princess?”  I buried my face in the pillow, hoping to kill the sunlight.  And his voice, and maybe my entire fucking life.  

“This sucks,” I said into the pillow and felt his laughter vibrate the bed.  “I hate you.”

I felt his hand on my back, the warmth burning through the fabric of my t-shirt.  “No, you hate the game you picked.  You hate the shit you drank.”  I groaned again, my stomach feeling like it wanted to freaking empty.  “You don’t hate me, at least not for THIS.”  His fingers were so long it felt like they spanned my whole back.  “And this does suck, cause trust me, sweetheart, I hadn’t planned on waking up to you like this.”  I waited, swallowing down the rising bile from the disgusting shit I’d imbibed.  “It was gonna suck, princess, but trust me, it was gonna suck in a much more pleasurable fucking way.”  His voice was very fucking low.  Shit, were my panties getting damp?  “Cause there are plenty of fucking places on you I want to suck on.”  Fuck.  I moaned into the pillow, hoping he’d take it as another groan.  “Get your ass up, I bet you’re thirsty.”  For you, you asshole, I thought.  

I squinted against the sun as I rolled over onto my side.  The side he happened to be on, I realized a moment too late.  Shit.  “I want to die.” I groaned, the dryness of my mouth making me sound like a pack a day smoker.  He was grinning down at me as I tried to fight against closing my eyes again.  “Water?”  I was pleading.  I didn’t care.  I would beg if necessary to get this taste out of my damn mouth.  To kill the desert feeling of my damn throat.  

Negan gave a quiet chuckle, seeming to get that I felt like death, and I felt the bed move as he rose and walked off.  And then he was back, holding a bottle of water and HOLY SHIT was that two Tylenol?  I worked to sit up against his headboard and waited as he opened the bottle and dropped the two pills into my hand.  Handing me the bottle, he watched as I took the pills and drank most of the bottle in one go.  I let my head lean back once I’d had my fill and held the bottle out for him to take.  He took it and shook his head.

“Anything else, princess?”  I glared at him and he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.  He was still shirtless, and only wearing his boxers.  Fuck.  Damn it.  I was more than certain that I didn’t look that fucking edible.  “You look-” I felt my glare grow and he chuckled.  “Not bad.”  He finished lamely.  

Ugh.  Too bad the only thing I could throw at him was a pillow, and that wouldn’t inflict the fucking damage I wanted to hand him.  No, I wanted him to feel like I did.  Death and pain.  

“I will never,” ugh that fucking word.  “I won’t drink that shit again.”  

“Not ever.”  I glared at him and felt like punching him in his unprotected dick.  He caught the look and smiled, those fucking dimples of his deepening.  “Not gonna want to play that game again either, I guess.”  

“Fuck you.”  I groaned, feeling the headache lessening slightly, very slightly.  

Negan’s smile grew.  “Later, maybe.”  And then the fucker winked at me.  

“Good luck with that,” I muttered, internally telling my body to calm the fuck down at the mere thought of being under him.  Of touching his bare skin.  Of tracing his tattoos with my fingers and then my tongue.  Shit.  I swallowed hard.  I was fucking thirsty alright.  He handed the water bottle back to me.  And I finished it.  “I hope you have more,” I offered, handing the empty bottle back.  

“As much as you need, sweetheart.”  God, how did that sound sexy?  It was a promise of more fucking water, for fuck’s sake.  

I closed my eyes, letting them rest from the onslaught of sunlight.  I felt tired, as though I hadn’t slept at all, which I suppose I hadn’t.  Passing out didn’t count, probably.  

“Why don’t you lie back down, Evelyn?”  I didn’t open my eyes. “Get some more rest.”  Tempting, just like the devil, but damn it if I didn’t want to.

“Gonna tuck me in?” I teased, still not opening my eyes.

I felt his hands on my arms, sliding along the bare skin and the tingle run through me.  “Since you asked so nicely.”  His voice was close, the heat of him flowing over me.  He was gentle as he pulled me down, cradling my head with one hand until it met the pillow again.  I opened my eyes and saw his face right in front of mine.  Close enough to touch, and so I did, I rubbed my nose against his.  “I don’t think that’s what you need just now, sweetheart.”

“Eskimo kisses?” I whispered, letting my no doubt disgusting morning after breath flow over his lips.  “I think Eskimo kisses are warranted any time of day.”  My eyes were on his and I could see how dark they’d grown.  “Negan?”  

“Yes?”  His voice was still rough, and I smiled at the sound of it.  

“Kiss me.”  It was a request.  And I wanted it as much as I had wanted the water.  And, just like he’d provided one, he seemed powerless to deny me the other.

His lips brushed mine, and I felt him holding back.  Planning on a simple kiss, but that’s not what I’d asked for, so my hands found the back of his head and tangling in his hair, I held him to me.  Opening up my mouth and grazing his bottom lip with my teeth, I smiled when he sighed and took over.  The kiss deepened, but his hands were cupping my cheeks, holding me like I was made of glass.  

“I won’t break,” I whispered as our lips parted for a split second and I heard him groan.  And then his hips were cradled between the v of my thighs, his boxers and my now more than a little damp panties all that kept our heat apart.  He rocked into me and I felt it.  How much he wanted me.  And I knew, from the hiss that followed that rocking, that he felt how much I wanted him.  “More.”  I whispered, as he pulled his mouth from mine.  And he rocked into me again and I arched up into him.  I bit his bottom lip, and smiled when he moaned.  

Negan’s hands found the hem of my shirt and letting me sit up slightly it was over my head and tossed to some far corner of his room.  Then my bra, and his hands and mouth moved to taste and tease my skin.  Shit.  His lips brushed my neck, nipping gently at the skin of my shoulder, before nosing his way down to my chest.  Lips, teeth, and tongue tempted and tasted my skin.  Licking my nipple, sucking at the tip, his moan vibrating my skin when my fingers tugged on his hair.  

“My turn,” I said, when his eyes met mine from where he’d buried his face against the soft skin of my stomach.  I pulled him up my body and then rolled him onto his back.  Straddling his stomach, Jesus, that fucking stomach I leaned forward and kissed him with all the pent up need I felt.  Nibbling on his lower lip, I licked and sucked my own path down his neck.  Grazing his skin with my teeth, I could feel his hands sliding along my bare back, then cradling my head to him.  My lips found the tattoo of a pirate, and I pulled away to trace it with my fingertip.  “Pirate?”  

He chuckled, and my eyes met his.  “Every man wants to be a pirate, sweetheart.”  I replaced my finger with the tip of my tongue and felt him twitch under me.  “Jesus, woman.”  

I smiled and moved my hands along his arms.  On the left, a sort of cartoon sun scene, that I took my time getting intimate knowledge of, fingertips, my lips, and Negan’s hands trying to decide whether to clutch at me or to grab at the sheets.  Dipping lower on his arm, I smiled as my lips met another piece of ink. Indistinct, a cross of some sort, but I didn’t want to miss anything. Especially not when I was driving him insane.   I hummed as I kissed along his stomach, ignoring all the parts of him that I REALLY wanted to explore, because now that I had him at my mercy I fully intended to take advantage of it.  

“Bisou?  Kiss?”  I asked, holding his right arm and tracing the script of the word. ��“Why, Negan, I didn’t know you knew French.”  He was fighting against himself, I could tell, the urge to roll my ass over and move things along was evident from not just his very hard cock pressing into me as I kept moving lower, but also from the tension I could feel in his muscles.  I nibbled on the word, smiling at his groan.  And then moved upward, to another cross.  Damn, was he religious, or hedging his fucking bets.  “I’m starting to wonder, Negan, should we have attended mass this morning, you know?”  My finger traced the darkness of this tattoo.  “Since you seem to be fairly covered with these.”  My tongue licked the darkest part, and I felt him inhale.  

Smiling at the stillness I’d created, at the quiet and the power I felt being over him, I moved down his body again.  Nuzzling at that happy trail of hair I’d noticed last night, I planted open mouthed kisses along the waistband of his boxers.  My fingers dipped into the elastic, tugging and pulling, moving so I was sitting between the v of his legs.  “Lift up,” I ordered, and then I was tugging his shorts down, over his hardness and off his legs.  I locked my eyes on his as I lowered my mouth and licked a long stripe up his length.  “Still not gonna break, Negan.”  I offered, smiling at his fists bunching up the sheets under him.  And as though I broke the spell, he’d pulled me up and then I was on my back and he was over top of me.  

“Enough teasing,” he growled and then his lips crashed against mine and I heard a loud rip and laughed.  Well so much for those pretty panties of mine.  And then, with one smooth move, we were joined.  “Shit.”  He groaned, forced to pull away from my mouth at the feeling.  “Fuckity fuck fuck.”  And then I rolled my hips and his face buried in my shoulder.  “Jesus, Evelyn, are ya tryin’ to fucking kill me?”  

My laugh was breathless.  For fuck’s sake, who fucking knew that it would feel like THIS to fuck the enemy?  Then we were moving, his mouth alternating between sucking, licking, and biting my shoulder, depending on how I answered his thrusts.  The climb toward my first climax built, as I felt his hands move to my hips and squeeze.  The first pounded through me, and then I lost count.  Over and over it seemed, moaning and begging, both of us.  For more, for faster, for harder.  

“Right there,” I breathed, as he moved his hips slightly, “right fucking there, Negan.”  And he more than obliged.

Then I was on top of him, and then we were sitting up, and he was telling me how fucking hot I looked riding him.  “Jesus, princess, fuck yes.”  I’d ground my body down on his, taking his full length and building the friction between us to a fever pitch.  “Goddamn it,” he bit out, and then his mouth was on mine and he was swallowing the scream that came from another fucking orgasm.  

By the time he finally followed me through one last shaking climax, I’d lost count of time.  The sun looked far lower than when I’d opened my eyes, but then again, a storm could be building.  I couldn’t possibly have had marathon sex with Negan of all people.  Yet, as he cradled me to him, our bodies slick with sweat, our limbs tingling and tangling, I realized that I had.  I had had marathon sex with Negan.  A man who killed two people in front of me, who took both me and Daryl hostage.  A man who’d nearly made my own brother cut off the arm of my nephew.  And as I started to drift off, I wondered, what the fuck was wrong with me?

[petitprincess1]

Why Does Clemencia Love Demencia? (One-shot)

Summary: Clemencia ends getting asked the age old question and what better way to answer that question than in song!

Characters: Slug, Hatbot, Clemencia, Demencia, Flug (briefly), DCS (Demencia Cult Society), and White Hat

Words: 1,571

Warnings: A bit of gore and violence.

If you want to read the original post click here and if you want to listen to the song while reading (even though it won’t match up) click here

Slug scrolled through the many questions that people asked with extreme boredom and mumbled them aloud, while Hatbot was blowing bubbles and Clemencia was playing with her Demencia doll and decapitated Flug doll, “Can I marry White Hat? No. How much training does it take to be as good as you all? You will never be as good, give up. Can we see your face? Ha! No. ...Huh?”

He raised an eyebrow at a folder that wasn’t marked and asked Hatbot, “Hey, what is this?”

Hatbot looked at the computer screen and gasped, “OOOOH! It’s all the questions that I marked as spam and unnecessary! They were primarily Clemencia’s que-”

“AAAAH! WHAT!?” Clemencia squealed as she hopped into Slug’s lap, making the scientist grunt in pain, and cheered, “OH! OH! Let’s do them! Please please please please-”

Slug interrupted, “Alright, fine! Get off of me, please!”

Clem giggled as she teleported out of his lap and watched as he clicked on the spam, watching the images of the copious questions flicker endlessly on the screen, all of them asking, “Why does Clemencia love Demencia?”

Clem blinked at them and the suddenly started vibrating with excitement, as she squealed and her eyes turned into hearts. Slug then jumped up and grabbed Hatbot, making him hide behind one of the chairs along with him. Hatbot asked, “Daddy, what’s happening?”

Slug whispered to him, “Let’s just pray that it’ll be over soon.”

Clemencia’s horn then glowed brightly, changing the whole entire scenery surrounding her and even making the others disappear. An electrifying, seductive, and terrifying tune filled the air as Clemencia teleported into a pastel pink and fluffy room filled with Demencia posters, drawings, secret pictures taken of her, stolen items, and in the middle a giant statue of the lizard hybrid in her apocalyptic gear. Everything, including the statue, was covered in glitter, rainbows, and hearts that read “Clem x Dem”, “She’s mine”, “Love u”, or “My Goddess”. Clemencia teleported in front of the statue and then began to answer the question...in song, “Her absolute vile and disgusting being,” she teleported to the statue’s shoulder and kissed its cheek, “it fills me with the most wondrous feeling~”

She continued as she crawled into her hair, letting it fall crazily out of its ponytail, and crawl-danced in front of a poster of Dem in her apocalyptic gear, stepping on a person and cackling, “Her discordant and unkempt appearance,” she then fainted onto a spear and got impaled, still having giant, lovestruck smile on her face with rainbow blood dripping from her mouth, “It brings a whole new meaning to my existence!”

Down below the many people impaled on spears, Demencia was inaudibly laughing crazily as Clem was singing over it, “Her chaotic cackle and bombastic behavior,” Demencia then turned to an upside down, tied up Flug and began punching him, “How can you not have her as your savior?”

Next was just Demencia smiling wickedly before pulling many knives, daggers, scalpels, and toothbrush shivs out from her hair, while Clem sang, “Her crazy smile and carnivorous greed,” Clemencia appeared, leaning back against the now still picture, with her hand on her heart and she hummed, as hearts appeared around her head, “Only raises my lustful need~”

She then pushed back on the image too hard and that caused both her and it to fall backward, awkwardly, while robed figures that were dressed in what looked like Dem’s jacket and they even had a long green ponytail sticking out from their hoods. The Demencia cult members chanted along with the music, as all of Clemencia’s stalking and pursuing of Dem appeared behind them, “That girl is psychotic, her love for Demencia is barbaric. If you captured her, it’d be in vain, her maddening love would drive even Black Hat insane.”

A pastel blue and pastel pink heart appeared and the words “Clem x Dem” got sliced into the middle, causing a glittery rainbow to bleed out from the gashes. Clem trilled, “Her wrath and savageness I cannot fear; she’s just an untamed lizard~” She then leaned backwards in front of the heart, almost bending herself completely in half, clasping her hands together, still singing the note. The she spun around and got herself wrapped up in her blue ponytail, finishing off with a giggle, “with fluffy hair!”

An image flashed with her practicing kisses on her Demencia poster in her room and then another showed her watching the lizard woman beating a hero’s teeth out with a delirious and loving smile on her face. All the while drawings of hearts, lizards, and unicorns, along with the words: “Mine”, “My love”, and “Perfection” came in. It all dissipated to show Clemencia riding happily on a giant, blue and white, robotic spider.

As the giant spider with WH Inc’s logo on its abdomen stomped throughout the villainous suburbs, Clemencia lied down on her stomach on its head, while kicking her legs in the air, hands propping her head up, and rocking her head back-and forth to the chaotic beat of the music and the blood-curdling screams below her as lower lifeforms got impaled on the robot’s legs. She sang with hearts in her eyes as she stared down Black Hat’s manor, “She’s a part of mean and nasty corporation,” she took a remote out of her hair and pressed a button, sending rockets out of the spider’s fangs and blowing up the manor, “I’ll be the one to end her destruction!”

Next she ended up beside Demencia in her Predator armor, sans helmet, while she was tearing open a hero and squishing their guts into a bloodied mush. Clem twirled towards her and swooned, while wrapping her arms around the back of Dem’s neck and turning around to slide down the lizard hybrid erotically, “Her armor’s bloodied with hero’s spleens.”

Clemencia climbed up the suddenly growing Demencia, as the lizard woman placed her helmet on as she towered over Hatsville. A red lazer beam came out from Demencia’s helmet and sliced through several buildings, causing many cataclysmic and uproarious cries. Clem just climbed up to the giant lizard’s shoulder and maniacally sang, watching the destruction with amorous glee, “She’s always leaving the night filled with screams!”

The image burned away along with the city and Slug appeared, leaning back in his chair and was casually singing-speaking, “Will you finish this song?”

Clemencia shook her tush at him, mocking, “Make me, you bore!”

She then reached into her ponytail and pulled out dozens of cute daggers, twirling around and sending them of towards Slug in different angles, while declaring, “Nothing can stop my love for her~”

Slug shrunk in his chair and covered himself with his arms, as the daggers went flying past him and over him, creating a heart shape into the wall right behind him. Hatbot wheeled up to Clem and begged, “Miss. Clemencia, calm down!”

She then snapped around to face Hatbot, making the little bot jump in fear as he wheeled in reverse to White Hat, who was reading the newspaper, and hop onto his lap. Clemencia climbed onto the recliner White was sitting in to be over both of them as she sang with a deranged smile, while her eyes changed into pinpricks and her horn glowed dark pink, making Hatbot tremble and White raise an eyebrow, “And something I know is something that I will share!”

She magically conjured an ensemble of the Demencia Cult Society to stand on wooded, curved choral risers, while a few others were summoned to play instruments in more shredded like robes, with graffiti, stickers, and tattoos all over them, and they all chanted lowly, in tune with the music, “Crazy in love…”

An anime-like image of Demencia and Clemencia appeared, possibly drawn by a woman that Clem threatened, and it was of Clem being dipped down in a seductive manner, while one of her arms wrapped around Dem’s neck and she held a sickle up to the lizard’s trachea. Demencia’s arm was wrapped onto the small of Clem’s back and the other hand was both caressing and squeezing Clem’s neck. The unicorn witch crooned, “Because in the end…”

She finished off on a high note as her powers went berserk and started changing the entire lab into a twisted half unicorn, that was pastel blue and pink, and half lizard skull, that was green and red, stage, along with gogo dancers in cages, interpretive dancers, aerial silk acrobatics, and the rest of the cult walking up ramps with torches in hand, all of the dressed somewhat like both her and Dem. She belted out while the dark pink aura surrounded her and lifted her in air, “The most real and right is Demencia~”

The cult vocalized along with her going into a crescendo, as the ones with torches went up to the cauldron and lit it on fire, making the orangish flames somehow turn pink, blue, and glittery and spell out “Clem x Dem”. Clemencia then suddenly stopped singing, flipped her fluffy ponytail over shoulder, and blinked her eyes cutely, while sparkles and stars appeared in her pupils. She cooed, “And me!”

Then her aura quickly turned blue and everything disappeared, causing her to fall from the stage, land harshly on the table, and start twitching. Slug and Hatbot were instantly put back in their chairs. White ordered them, “Let’s get back to the questions, s̪̜̣͍̗̦ͅh̗̯̘a͖͎͝l̳̪̬l͍̟̙̞͎ ͓̦̠ẉ̶̘e̵̥̰̺̩̣?̩͠”

Slug and Hatbot jumped and then saluted, “Yes, sir!”

[everemmanuelle]

BRAD - Chapter Four

HAVEN

The next day, his break up was all over the news. There was some mention of a girl in a bar but no notion of who she was, no pictures. I quickly circumnavigated the separation news to cyberstalk the other areas of Brad's life. He had a movie coming up, a Quentin Tarantino film with Leo as his costar. That was a little awkward, I thought.

There were the things I knew, or sort of knew. That his real name is William Bradley Pitt. He was born in St Louis. One brother. One sister. Six kids. That he likes to ride bikes, that he's philanthropic, political, a humanitarian.

I started watching his interviews. Older and newer. I couldn't help but be struck by how gentle he was, in interviews and in person. A calm, kind person. And, so goddamn good looking. He's pretty, objectively, with soulful eyes, and those lips that kissed so well. He's had a million different hair cuts and facial hair styles. I liked the current short crop, just a dusting of facial hair.

God, I regretting not trying harder to get him to take me home. I knew he wanted to. I could feel it. I wasn't sure what he was afraid of. Yes, I was. But age is nothing, I wanted to scream. I remembered how he tasted, how he smelled. I remembered what his hands felt like on me. I tried to mimic his touch but it was futile.

Then another piece of news that I couldn't ignore. The house where he'd gone after the breakup with Angelina was known. I had the address in front of my eyes. Maybe it was insane. Maybe the desire for him, so intense, had taken over my mental faculties cause all too suddenly I was showering, changing, ordering myself an Uber (in case of alcohol) and driving to that very spot.

Confidence, I told myself. Stand a little straighter. Slow your breathing. My hands were shaking as I reached over to press the bell beside the gate. Would he even answer himself? Would it be some butler to tell me get lost? It was too late. The Uber was gone. I was there. I had to just press it. Confidence.

I pressed the button. It buzzed. I waited a few moments. No answer. Should I leave? No, Haven, try again. I pressed again. Quickly I heard a "hello".

"Hi..." I wasn't sure who it was. The voice was muffled. It could've been Brad but it also could have been anyone. "This is Haven..."

"Haven?" the voice asked. The way he said my name, I knew it was him.

"I'm sorry. I know this is embarrassing. I'll leave if you want me to," I said. "But if you want me half as much as I want you, then let me in."

There was a pause. Just a few seconds. Then another another buzz. The gate opened just a little. He didn't say anything more. I opened it further, let myself in and closed it again.

There was the smallest of driveways, a bit of a hill which I climbed carefully in my heels. The house itself was modest. Maybe just three bedrooms. Very Laurel Canyon. I reached the door and it swung open. Wow. He was beautiful. And, I was a stalker. All that confidence just evaporated.

BRAD

"Let me in," she said. Where'd she get that power from? I let her in. I had no intention of giving her what she wanted, giving myself what I wanted. What I'd been wanting all day. All the night before too, to be honest. I let out a nervous breath as I rushed to the front door. I opened it before she could knock.

She stood there in front of me in fishnet covered legs, black pointed heels, a tan trench coat and god knows what underneath it. She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered. But she'd scrubbed all that makeup off. Her hair was down. She had that undone natural cool, natural beauty like Carolyn Besette, mixed with this old Hollywood beauty and sex appeal like Marilyn, Liz Taylor, Jean Harlow... It was a breathtaking combination.

"Hi," I said, leaning against the doorway, trying to be just as cool.

"Hi," she said back, her voice had lost all of that confidence I'd heard over the gate speaker. She smiled, nervous.

"Come in," I said, opening the door wider.

"Thank you." She took her chainlink handbag off her shoulder and sat it on the entryway table.

"Can I take your coat?" I asked, reaching for it.

She gripped it tightly. "No, I'm okay."

We walked a little further into the house. She looked around, appraising the place. I wished I'd let that decorator have at it. The place was still sparse. I didn't bring a lot of things with me. It was kind of cold.

We made it to the kitchen. She looked out past the lowered living room into the backyard. "Would you like a drink?" I asked, reaching for a few glasses.

"Sure," she said. "Whatever you're having."

I poured us two whiskeys, threw in a couple pieces of ice and joined her in the middle of the room.

"Thanks," she said, before taking a warm sip. I followed her lead. She twitched her lips a little, not from the whiskey but the awkwardness. I had to take the lead here. She'd already come to me.

"Want a tour?" I asked. The place wasn't huge but there was more to see than this.

"Okay," she said, nodding. She sculled the rest of her drink and set the glass down on the kitchen bench. I kept mine with me, sipping, glad to have something in my hands.

I showed her the kids bedrooms, already made up with bunks and toys. I showed her the upstairs living room. She was surprised by how big the house was. Looking at it from outside, it seemed modest. I showed her the bathroom. And, then we were at my room. We didn't linger at the door like the other spaces, Haven walked right in.

I was happier with this room more than any of the others. It was more homely, lived in. It contained my books, my scripts, some of my art, my record player and all of my records.

"Who are you listening to?" she asked, looking at my collection.

"A little of everything. Frank Ocean, Radiohead..."

"You have an Alexa," she said, pointing out the device on my bedside. "What if Amazon is recording your conversations?"

I laughed. Was she a conspiracy theorist? She smiled, it was a joke. "I know Jeff Bezos," I answered. "He wouldn't dare."

She nodded with a smile but her expression turned serious again. She gripped her trench coat, tightening the tie around her waist as she moved toward the window looking out over the city.

This wasn't it, I thought. "We don't have to do anything," I said. "We could go out to eat if you want."

"No," she said quickly, turning her eyes to me. "I want this. I just lost all confidence the second I saw you again."

I scoffed a little. "You lost confidence? I'm the old man here."

"You're the sexiest man alive," she said.

"Two time sexiest man alive," I correct her.

She laughed again. "Exactly."

"That was a decade ago," I reminded her.

"Fucking men," she seethed. "You just get better with age."

"I feel like a pervert. You're so young."

"Inexperienced," she said, her cheeks colouring. She bit her lip. They were so pink. So full.

"I really want to kiss you," I said, watching as her teeth let go of her lip.

"I want that, too," she said.

I took the three steps between us, gripped her cheek and kissed her deeply. Just as I remembered.

Angelina's lips were too big. She didn't really know how to use them. Haven knows how to kiss. God, I wanna touch her.

HAVEN

I grabbed his waist, running my hands up his hardened abs, between his arms. I put my hands on his neck, pulling him closer. He moved his hands to my back, running down and over my ass to my thighs. He ran his fingers up the pattern of my fishnet stockings, pushing up my trench coat as they made their way past the stocking to the strip of suspender and then my bare ass. His hands fell away too quickly. His lips left me too. He was looking at me with something like concern.

"Are you wearing anything underneath that?" he asked, peering into the cleavage just visible in the shadow beneath my trench coat.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm wearing something."

"What?" he asked, sort of desperately. "What are you wearing?

The way he was talking... the way he was looking at me... I was overheating, ready to take it off, my confidence returning in spades. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him backwards until he was sitting on the ottoman at the end of his bed. I took a few steps back and grabbed the tie at my waist. Brad leaned back, an elbow on the bed, a finger brought to his mouth. His chest rose and fell with his breaths.

I undid the tie and then one button at a time until the coat was open. I dropped it to the floor. I stood in front of him, heels, fishnets, suspenders, g-string, demi cup bra and nothing else.

His eyes travelled over me, his breathing quickened. He leaned forward but I could still see him hardening.

"What do you think?" I asked, lifting my long hair and dropping it back down. Brad leaned back and rubbed at his crotch like he couldn't not.

"Come here," he demanded.

I did as I was told.

He reached up and touched my thighs, gently, like I was some kind of goddess. He ran his fingers up my stomach, cupping my breasts before turning me around. He was appraising me. He whispered an expletive as he touched my ass and then turned me around again. I was breathing just as heavily as he was then. I was getting wet where a dull ache was starting to build, I could feel it between my thighs. I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted him to be just as naked as I was.

I reached out and grabbed the first button of his shirt, undoing it. I got down onto my knees as I undid the rest of them and pushed the shirt off him. Yep, a six pack. My god. And, tattoos, all over him tattoos. I didn't know that before. They were gorgeous. Nothing gaudy or crazy. Lots of script and line work. A tornado on his waist. I ran my fingers over it, lightly. Then I grabbed his belt.

He grabbed my hands. "Wait."

"What?" I asked, rubbing my hand over where he was straining against his slacks.

He groaned. I went back to his belt. Brad's hands dropped, the fight easily left him. "Fuck it," he said, leaning back, letting me undo his belt and his pants. I took out his long hard cock, another beautiful part of him, and gripping him tightly.

I reached between my legs and gathered the wetness there bringing it back using it as a lubricant as I rubbed and squeezed and played. "Fuck..." Brad groaned. "Haven..."

I wanted to put my mouth on him but he grabbed my arms and lifted us both up, dropping his pants and then his briefs as he kissed me. His hands went straight back to my ass, squeezing tightly before his fingers found my lace covered cunt. He rubbed, feeling the dampness there before shifting the material there and exploring the bare soaked skin. He kissed and sucked at my neck. I grabbed onto him, holding tightly as his ministrations started to take their effect. My legs were losing strength as he put a finger inside me curling it, rubbing his thumb against my clit at the same time.

He turned us both, my back to the bed then, and pushed me down. I fell easily and pulled my way up the bed. I tried to kick off my heels but Brad reached out. "Leave them," he said.

I spread my legs as he climbed onto the bed, coming between my thighs, the hard length of him straining toward me. I reached down for it, as his hands went to my breasts, pulling them out of their demi cups, fondling, kissing, sucking. "You're so beautiful," he said.

I bucked my hips a little, rubbing myself along the length of him. "So are you," I answered, in a barely there voice. I wanted his fingers inside, his tongue, too. But mostly I wanted his cock. And, I didn't want to wait for it. We could go back to foreplay after I knew what it felt like to have him inside me.

"Fuck me, Brad," I said, rubbing the head of his cock against my opening.

He groaned a little, more warring inside his head. No, I thought, no more warring. I grabbed his jaw and brought his blue eyes back to mine. I looked at him insistent. "Fuck me now," I demanded.

He nodded, finally, and shifted over me, reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. I undid my bra beneath him and tossed it aside. Brad looked over my bare breasts as he slid the condom on. He pumped himself a few times before bringing himself back down to me. I pushed at my lace panties, trying to get them off but the suspenders kept them in. Brad shifted them aside again but it wasn't enough. "Rip them," I plead. "Rip them off."

"Really?" he asked.

I nodded, desperately.

He grabbed them with both hands, ripping them quickly and pulling them away. The air hit my pulsing cunt and I grabbed at his cock, ready for it. We lined up and then looked into each others eyes. His blue eyes were so clear, so unyielding. His right eye had the littlest bit of brown surrounding the pupil. I reached down, grabbing at his firm ass, pulling him just enough to get him to make the move and push into me.

I cried out a little, no fear of being loud. The house was empty. It was just us. He groaned before letting out a "Holy fuck."

I moved my hands back to his neck, bringing his skin back to me, I wanted to taste him. I licked and sucked at the skin of his neck before he started moving again. I felt myself stretch around him as his arms made a cage around me. His forearms strained, the veins appearing over his muscles. Fuck... had sex ever felt this good? Was it cause it was Brad Pitt? Was it because it was a man with 3 decades almost 4 of experience? Was it because he seemed to fit me better than anyone ever had? It felt next level good, like every fuck before it wasn't the real thing.

I already felt that good tightness, that torturous coiling, I wanted to come. But I didn't want it to ever be over.

BRAD

I brought her legs up, making more room for myself. She felt so tight. So warm. So fucking good. The push and pull as she milked my cock, as I stretched her out, as we moved together, touched, kissed, sucked, over and over, desirous and delirious... Nothing had ever felt so good. Was it because she was young? Because she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen or fucked?

It was going too quick. I was going to come. Too quick. Then, she had to come first. I reached down and pressed on her clit. She cried out a little breathy. I gave her two fingers, playing her like an instrument. She threw her arms back, reaching for my bed head, her breasts bounced beneath me. I bent over and sucked at her nipples, flicking them with my tongue, biting at one of them. I wanted to mark her. I wanted her to be mine, now and forever.

Her body jerked and shuddered beneath me as she came. She let out groans and moans, expletives, my name, over and over, no restraint, no shame. I came next, with my own shudder, my own loud moan, into her ear, shooting my load into the condom as she gyrated slowly, basking in her orgasm.

I let myself fall onto her. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat, our bodies hot and fatigued. She whispered something I couldn't hear but I felt her hot breath in my ear. I'd given in. And, it was fucking incredible. What the fuck do I do now?

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