#mentions of kino smut

[itspneu]

ik theres that thing like horoscope with blood types and thats why the characters have their blood types on their chara profs but i cant not think about one of the 3 fics on ao3 that is gero inserting his blood on kino to save her from poison and its so kinky and freaky

[rougepancake]

Desire

Akaza x Afab!DemonSlayer!Reader

A/N: Zesty?? (Yes.) Borderline smut?? (Maybe??) Language will be used along with sexual themes. Mentions of character death (minor characters), gore, and violence. Minors and ageless blogs please do not interact, I will have no choice but to block you if you do. Not proofread (because that’s a thing I do-). And with that, enjoy!

Summary: You were sent out on a mission to investigate the disappearances of local men in a mysterious village with nothing but a handful of tsuchinoto by your side. But soon your tsuchinoto are taken from you and you’re left facing an upper moon who wants nothing more than for you to become a demon with him. And he refuses to leave you alone until you do so.

“Hey Y/N, what do you think the demon here is going to be like?” One of your pupils, Suzume Takagi, asked excitedly. You and your small group trudged through the most dense forest you’ve ever seen while on your way to a local village. Apparently, there had been a large reported number of men going missing in the area and Ubuyashiki had thought it was a demon’s doing. So here you were, entertaining a bunch of tsuchinoto while constantly getting hit in the face by random tree branches.

“Oh well I don’t know,” you sighed, ducking underneath some vines. “But I do find it incredibly odd that it’s only targeting men…” you trailed off and Suzume looked at you, her eyes wide. “Maybe the demon has a grudge against them? Something that happened during their human life that they want to get revenge for in their demon one?”

“Oh Y/N!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “That’s the best idea ever! You’re so smart!” Suzume giggled and ran over to where the other tsuchinoto were to tell them what you had just told her. You didn’t know why, but they seemingly worshipped you. Maybe it was because you were a kinoe? The fact that you were roughly their age and bordering being referred to as a hashira definitely had something to do with it.

They were a great bunch though, they each had the potential to climb up the ranks as you had done. You just hoped they lived long enough to get there.

Once you had arrived at the village, you gave the tsuchinoto permission to separate and ask locals about the disappearances that had been happening. Suzume was ecstatic to be able to work on her own, mainly because she wanted to show off for you, but as long as she was working, it was all good.

Hours had passed since your group had split up and the sun had just set, meaning that the demons were coming out to play. From your hiding spot in the trees, you could even see a couple of them prowling around. You hummed, those demons weren’t the one behind the disappearances. You put your back to the tree and lifted your head up, slowing your breathing so you would be able to sense when this demon arrived.

A nearby scream snapped you from your thoughts. It sounded like it was a- woman! “Oh my god Suzume!” You frantically spun around, desperately looking for your tsuchinoto. “Suzume?!” Just then, another scream rang out, almost in response to your call, but it wasn’t Suzume. It was another member of your group. “Oh my god.” You mumbled to yourself, falling to your knees in horror. You brought your hands up to your hands and buried it in them. “Oh my fucking god.”

You screamed at the top of your lungs in pain. This was the first time you had ever been sent out with a group and you failed to protect them. They looked up to you. They respected you greatly. Hell, they trusted you to keep them safe, and you failed to do so. Your newfound rage was overwhelming you, and it led you to make a promise to avenge them.

In a split second, you took off into the forest with the same speed as a hashira and slayed any demon that crossed your path. Your rage had turned you into a heartless monster. You killed them, and with a smile on your face. You didn’t care about their pasts, the troubles that they had endured before they became demons. You didn’t care when they begged for mercy when you attacked them, you didn’t even bother to hear them out. In fact, you left a good handful of them staked to the tops of trees so they could get a final glimpse of the sunlight before they died for good. You didn’t care that they had called you horrible names before you lopped off their stupid little heads, it made no difference to you. You didn’t care because those demons didn’t care when they killed your comrades.

You stood in silence, wearing a deranged smile as you watched the last demon’s body fade away into nonexistence. Even after it’s body had gone, you just stood there, your blade in one hand and part of Suzume’s uniform in the other. Your exhaustion was beginning to catch up to you, forcing you to resort to using your katana as a cane.

Your entire body was shaking, making it even harder to maintain your balance. Panting heavily, you made your way over to a nearby tree so you could rest. But you didn’t dare to let yourself fall asleep, since you were being watched.

You had felt the burning stare of this stranger since you had been standing in the tree, but yet they were masking their presence, practically in hiding. “Coward,” you hissed, grabbing your side in pain. In the state you were in, you wouldn’t be able to stand your ground against whoever was watching you.

“Pardon me?” A man’s voice asked, his voice coming from the same direction as the stare. “Did you say, coward?” He slowly emerged from the bushes as he spoke, finally revealing himself to you.

“I did,” you glared, quickly getting to your feet. Sure it hurt like hell, but you weren’t about to look weak in front of your opponent. You channeled your breathing and stood tall. “But I guess you aren’t all that cowardly if you rose to the challenge.” You taunted.

His yellow eyes glimmered mischievously in the moonlight, which was about the only thing that you were able to see other than his muscular form. His eyes read “upper six”, which meant that he was a hashira killer, and a real threat to your life. “I can see that you’re injured terribly,” he feigned empathy with a smirk, crossing his arms and observing your reaction.

“Just a scratch,” you shrugged.

“It’s a shame, I’ve been wanting to fight you for so long and by the time I get to you, you’re injured.” He sighed, mocking you. “You poor thing.”

“Watching me?!” You were surprised that you hadn’t noticed sooner. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at how he was trying to mess with you. “Yeah right, I would have noticed that.” Your tone was overconfident, causing the demon to chuckle.

“Then why didn’t you?” He tilted his head, smirking. He took one step closer to you, moving to take another, but you stopped him, your blade poking at his neck.

“You’re bluffing.” In a swift move, you disappeared, appearing behind him and making your move to lop off his head. He turned around to meet your gaze with a smile and stopped your katana with his hand.

“Wow wow! You’re so much stronger than I had imagined!” He said excitedly, looking at his injured hand sadistically. He brought it up to his tongue and licked away his trickling blood before it could heal. “I simply must know, what is your name?”

“If you’ve been watching me for some time then how come you don’t know it?” You questioned sarcastically. You were doing your best to keep your strength, but your legs were beginning to shake and you were beginning to sway slightly.

“Now Y/N I don’t need you dying on me,” he smirked, catching you when your legs gave in. The demon bent down so you could rest your head atop his lap, and since you were now immobilized, you couldn’t run from what he was about to tell you. “I have no intentions of killing you, it goes against my personal standards,” he began resting his palm gently on your forehead, recoiling at how warm you were.

“Then why are you here? What do you want from me?” Your voice was weak and shaky, you were afraid of what was going to happen next. Clearly this demon was unpredictable if he wasn’t going to kill you.

“Oh don’t be too worried,” he sighed, his tone arrogant. “I just wish for you to become a demon.” You saw his eyes light up and his smile grow at the mention of such a thought. “Just imagine how strong you would be! And you could fight me as many times as you’d like! Maybe you could even become an upper moon like me!” His eyes met yours, the excitement fading from them as he saw that you weren’t as happy as he was.

“I would rather die.” You laughed, right in his face, proving your loyalty to the demon slayer corps, which annoyed him. He dug his fist into your ribs, causing you to cry out in pain. You tried to grab your sword, but he got to it first and threw it to the side.

“Are you sure about that?” He teased. You could see the malice shining through his yellow eyes, it was practically blinding.

You coughed, blood trickling down your chin as you smiled confidently up at him. “Of course. If you had really been watching me, you would have known that I wouldn’t fall for it.”

The demon snarled, pushing your head off of his lap and rising to his feet. His aura had changed, no longer showing pure hatred, but rather slight sadness. He avoided your eyes and clenched his fists in false anger.

“I can promise you, Y/N, you will see me again. I won’t stop until you give in to my request. And if you happen to change your mind while I’m not around, call out the name Akaza, and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.” You saw him vanish before your body gave in to your exhaustion, leaving you unconscious on the forest floor.

“Hello? Hello can you hear me?” A kakushi called out to you, their voice frantic. “Ma’am?!” They shook you into consciousness, eyes lighting up with relief when you returned their stare. They looked behind them and called out to another kakushi excitedly, “She’s alive! We should take her back to Lady Kocho right away!”

“How badly is she wounded?” The other kakushi came over to inspect you.

“A handful of broken ribs and some scars here and there, it really is a miracle that she survived.” They turned to face you, eyes gleaming. “When we saw that you had taken out every demon in this area, we were all amazed! Even Lady Kocho was surprised!” They continued to tell their story, but you were far too out of it to pay attention.

“My… head… is… killing… me,” you spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh don’t worry ma’am, Lady Kocho is on her way! She was just inspecting the damage to the area, once she’s finished up, she’ll take you back to her estate and you’ll be feeling better in no time I’m sure!”

You sighed weakly, closing your eyes to rest once again. You had used too much energy and ended up overestimating your abilities.

You heard the light footsteps of who you assumed to be Lady Kocho, she spoke to you in a gentle tone, explaining sweetly how you were going to be taken care of, and instead of being at her estate, you were going to be taken back to yours since she no longer had any room in her infirmary.

It was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out again and woke up in your own bed.

Your abdomen was bandaged and wrapped tightly, and you were already starting to feel better, but it was just bs because you had broken multiple ribs and obviously needed more time to recover. But as soon as you found yourself recovering, you took it upon yourself to train heavily.

You had even created new moves for your breathing style, ones that were much more powerful than your last. You were sure that these ones would take out that demon the next time he appeared.

Now, it was dusk, and you were still perfecting your 12th form to mist breathing, sweat dripping down your cheeks. You had taken a little break so you could observe the sunset, and it was simply beautiful.

You had finally cleared your mind, and now you were free to enjoy the beauty of the life around you, but your enjoyment was cut short when you saw the yellow eyes of Akaza in the distance. He was still watching you, hoping that you’d join him as a demon. You thought he was crazy, since he was literally watching you train to kill him and he still wanted you to be his gal pal.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, putting away your training gear before heading back inside your estate. You felt his burning gaze as you did so, but thankfully you were inside the confines of your house.

“What the hell?!” You wiped your brow and cautiously peered out your window. His eyes continued to gleam in the moonlight, which only made you nervous. “God take a hint.” You went to your bedroom and began to undress so you could bathe in a nearby pond, even if he was watching. It made no difference to you, as long as you were nice and clean.

It was far from safe, but you couldn’t have cared less.

“Maybe the sight of me naked will scare him away,” you laughed to yourself, sliding your robe over your bare shoulders and sliding on some decent slippers before walking out the door. You kept your katana with you, making sure Akaza could see that even if you were vulnerable, you still bore a weapon. And your weapon made you a threat.

Once you were emerged in the water, you felt yourself relax, the weight of your troubles finally lifting off your shoulders. You lifted your head, admiring the beautiful stars above you. You were thankful that you were still able to admire them, unlike Suzume and the others. A tear fell down your cheek at the memory of your comrades.

“Oh? What’s wrong Y/N?” A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. In the water, directly across from you, sat Akaza, wearing nothing but a shit-eating grin.

You glared at him before you returned to your stargazing. “What do you want?” You were pissed, but you couldn’t run out because of how vulnerable you would be. Plus, you had to pretend like him being bare ass naked didn’t bother you.

“I’ve come to see if you’ve changed your mind at all.” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. The sound of water swishing around reached your ears, he was moving towards you. You shuddered when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder gently, leaning in so he could whisper in your ear. “Have you~?”

You quickly pushed him away, laughing in his face. “You’ve got some nerve. You do know that I have the power to kill you, right? I’ve recovered since our last meeting.” You sunk deeper into the water, trying to keep yourself covered while maintaining your threatening aura.

“Then why don’t you?” Akaza leaned forward, chuckling when you stumbled back. “I’ve been watching you, and I know you’ve seen me, so why haven’t you killed me yet?” He was clearly mocking you, doing his best to provoke you into fighting him. It was working.

You were furious, and it looks could kill, the one you were giving him right now would send him six feet under. “Fuck off. You’re making me regret sparing your life.” Your mind was racing with all the possible ways you could get to your sword and keep your dignity at the same time. Thankfully, there was one form of mist breathing that didn’t require your blade.

“Mist breathing: eighth form!” You called out, staring into Akaza’s eyes. “Steam!” This form was one that bordered both the water and flame breathing styles, and it allowed you full coverage so you could hop out, slide on your robe, and prepare for battle.

The eighth form of mist breathing causes any nearby water to boil intensely, causing steam to rise and the victim’s skin to burn. It was a form that you yourself had come up with, one that no one else knew. It demonstrated your undeniable abilities, only making Akaza desire you more.

You heard him cry out in pain, along with the violent sloshing of water. “What’s wrong?” You taunted. “Does it hurt?”

“Just a little~” He whispered in your ear, placing his hands on your shoulders. “You’re so strong Y/N! I can’t wait to fight you!” The demon hugged you from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck off, you god damned perv!” You shouted, widely swinging your katana. He smiled at you, easily dodging your attack. You continued to chase him, not yet ready to use your mist breathing. You needed to be sure you’d be able to get a hit in before you could do so, and he was making it incredibly hard to do so.

Before you knew it, you had cut off his arm and he was on the ground, your foot on his chest.

You didn’t dare to look anywhere but his eyes, but you couldn’t ignore how muscular he was. He had to have let you win just now, because there was no way that you would have beat him otherwise. It was painfully clear what he was trying to do to you, a demon chasing after a woman after being deprived of sex for so long, it only made you hate him more. But it did strike curiosity in you.

“Why exactly do you want me to become a demon?” You questioned, the blade of your katana pressed against his throat.

Akaza laughed, his eyes lighting up as he stared at you. “I can’t believe you’re actually considering it no- ack!” You put more pressure on the katana, causing blood to trickle down his neck onto the grass. It was a clear sign for him to get to the point, but you could see something else in his eyes that definitely wasn’t pain. In fact, if you hadn’t known any better, you would have said that he had moaned at the contact.

“God damn it, why am I wasting my time on you,” you rolled your eyes, and instead of putting pressure on your katana, you put all your weight onto the foot holding him down. It knocked the wind out of him and you heard another moan pass through his lips.

“S-say my name.” He smirked, bringing his hands slowly up to your bare leg, caressing it gently. “M-maybe then I’ll tell you.”

The feeling of his calloused hands on your calf caused you to shudder in a way that you didn’t know was possible. It seemed that whenever he handled you he was gentle, despite his demonic being. You found it incredibly odd, but you couldn’t help but want to see where this was going to go.

You could feel the tension in the air grow, nearly suffocating you. With a sigh, you looked at him and shook his hands off of your leg. “What if I forgot it? Am I just signing up for something blindly then?”

“Oh I know damn well you have yet to forget the name of the demon who has you strung up like this.” Akaza smirked, propping himself up onto one elbow. His response took you by surprise, allowing him to knock you off your feet and trap you underneath him this time. “I mean, look at you, I’ve been driving you crazy, haven’t I?”

You swallowed thickly, a heavy blush rushing to your cheeks. His arms were on either side of your head and he had one knee in between your legs, and to make things worse, he was still naked. You had done your best earlier to avoid looking past his waist so you wouldn’t end up being scarred for life but with the way you were laying it made it very, very, hard not to do so.

Of course, your self control wasn’t the only thing hard to keep in check. You could feel his large cock against the side of your leg, which only made you more embarrassed.

“Oooh~ is something wrong Y/N?” He leaned in close to your face, his warm breath hitting your neck. You shivered, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know, if you became a demon,” he started, reaching out his hand and forcing you to look into his eyes. “We could be together forever. I’d always be there to protect you and provide for you when you’re…” he looked you up and down, licking his lips. “Frustrated like this. You’ll never have to worry about death ever again, and you’ll be strong enough to beat me if you do so desire.”

You could feel your heartbeat going wild with every word he spoke, he sounded so damn convincing, and what the hell was he doing leaning in so close to you anyways?! You were convinced that he was going to use you, leaving you out to die somewhere when he was done.

“Y/N, I want you- no, I need you. I’ve felt this way since I first saw your true strength.” He rest his body against yours, embracing you tightly in his arms. Akaza buried his head in the crook of your neck and sighed heavily, you could almost feel the sadness in his tone. “And I won’t leave you alone until one of two things happens: you say yes and we live the rest of our lives together, or you continue to refuse and you die naturally.” His arms tightened around you, making it hard for you to breathe.

“I don’t believe you,” you whispered harshly. While his tone sounded genuine, he was still a demon and could not be trusted. Akaza pulled away, pain showing in his eyes. You did feel a little guilty for allowing him to be so vulnerable and shutting it down. You sat up, your robe falling off one of your shoulders, making you look like even more of a mess. “I think you’re just trying to seduce me, and that once you get what you want you’ll be out of here faster than a deadbeat dad.”

“Y-Y/N-“ you interrupted him by glaring at him.

“There’s no way in hell a demon as powerful as you would go after a literal demon slayer. It makes no sense to me. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been watching me or whatever, you just wanna use me because that’s all anyone wants to do.” You fought back the sudden tears and looked away in shame. You didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was the emotion that he had put into his little speech for you that had you feeling like this. You weren’t entirely sure, but it made you mad.

“Would you let me show you?” Akaza reached out for your hand, bringing up so you were sitting on your knees. “I mean if my words can’t convince you, then maybe something else can.” Your eyes widened at his request, he must be crazy. “Let me touch you Y/N~. I know you want me to~.”

You blushed again, knowing damn well how he knew. The damn bastard could smell your arousal and he was using it against you. “No- you’re si- ah~” His hand grabbed your thigh tightly, the sudden pain causing you to moan out.

“Oh my, how I love that sound you make,” Akaza shivered, bringing his head back to the crook of your neck and biting down. Another, louder moan slipped past your lips, despite how hard you had tried not to. He giggled and did it again, but harder, though he was careful not to break your skin. As his tongue tasted your neck, his hand moved further up your thigh, stopping before it became too far. Akaza may have been a demon, but he knew that consent was a thing, and wouldn’t take things further unless you wanted to.

“A-Akaza,” you panted out, looking away to hide your tomato-red face. “T-There i s-said your na- a-ah~ Akaza~!”

That was all it took for Akaza to dive into his meal, and all it took for you to have one hell of a sleepless night.

“Lady Y/N, you’ve got someone here to see you,” your wonderful maid Suzume informed you as you dressed yourself for the day. You looked into the mirror, smiling at your new, unique appearance. It was quite the change from what you used to look like, but you liked it better. You winked at yourself before turning around and heading out of your bedroom, on your way to meet your new guest.

In the halls, several of the servants bowed and greeted you happily, to which you waved and told them it wasn’t necessary to do so.

Suzume showed you to the lounge, where your guest was awaiting you. She had long, white hair with green tips, and what looked like the remains of a traditional oiran’s uniform. A large pink belt lay atop her waist, which was tied neatly into a bow behind her and when she turned around you saw that she had two striped of fabric down her chest that barely covered her breasts.

She greeted you with a smile and explained to you why she was there, saying how she had heard that her friend had gotten a woman and she wanted to see for herself if said woman was good enough for him. To your surprise, she had told you honestly that you had the aura of a kind and noble woman, one that indeed deserved to be respected and loved.

“I wish you a long and prosperous life with Akaza, I can tell that you deserve him as much as he does you, so I’ll leave you be for now.” She turned around and headed for the door, but before she left, she gave you another smile. “Just don’t tell him I stopped by or else he’ll be furious!”

She called herself “Daki.”

[wannabegwenstacy]

Eden's Favorite Jeonghan Tumblr Fics

updated: 4/18/2023

Main A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)

Temporary A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.

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how to give a blowjob (and other things) for dummies (only with Jeonghan) by @multiland

Pairing: Jeonghan x female reader (ft. Kino)

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, small angst, fluff.

Wordcount: +11k

Warnings: Jeonghan acts like a jerk, jealousy, dirty talking, blowjob, touching, lots of kissing, fingering, oral (fem), unprotected sex.

Summary: your friendship with Jeonghan takes a turn the day the two of you cross the line when he decides to teach you how to give a blowjob, despite your promises of everything staying the same. Tired of waiting for him to acknowledge the elephant in the room, you decide to go on dates. Needless to say, he doesn't like it one bit.

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hers by @venerex

Pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: camcouple, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of a sex toy (vibrator), intercourse (unprotected; assume use of other contraceptive methods), mentions of tattoos

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inflection point series by @lovelyhan

Pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

Wordcount: 6.3k + 8.3k + 7.6k

Tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

Warnings: | pt.2 : implied alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!) | pt.3 : graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

Summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

[tarabyte3]

I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 24/27 (3.9k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence, come eating, discussion about sexual assault, allusion to sexual assault

A/N: Hello, friends. It has been many months, but here I am working on finishing this fic. I split what was originally going to be 1 chapter into 2 parts (it got really long, which was overwhelming 😅). So this chapter is a little shorter with no smut, but a week from today will be the rest of it and that will have PLENTY of smut. After not posting something in so long, I just wanted to get something published to stimulate the Kino center of my brain to inspire me to write more. That way I can get this finished sooner rather than later! Also PLEASE take note of the new tags. There is a discussion about hypothetical harassment and assault in this chapter, but no description or specifics are mentioned.

Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Delicate Dream" by Shana Halligan.

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Chapter 24 - Well, you reap what you sow, and I know that you know what we have is a chance to get off while we can

"Okay, so tell us again exactly how you knew about the fucking floors. Because I'm still confused," Alis says as you both work the joint cylinder into place. He's clearly gotten over being angry at you at this point, which means he's circled back around to being chatty. Not that you're complaining.

"Yeah, I'm actually really curious about it as well." Taybus perks up across from the two of you. "Considering, well, you know…"

"Don't look at me! That was all Threl." You jerk your head in his direction.

Everyone peers over their work to eye Threl expectantly. Even Jevid gives him a bored look, which translates to downright curious when it comes to the grizzled, older man.

"It wasn't that difficult." Threl shrugs off all of your stares without even looking up.

"He's being modest. It was fucking brilliant," you say to the rest of the pod as you pick up your wrench. "Come on, tell them! If I do it, I'll just mess it up."

"Alright. If it will get you all back to work, then fine." Threl lets out a sigh of resignation. Then he straightens up, pulling himself to his full height—the muscle memory of Threl the engineer still ingrained within him, even years later on the other side of the galaxy. It gives you one more glimpse into what he must have been like before prison. "Look, you all know I used to build starships. The construction of the interior rooms and halls isn't that much different than the way they designed this place. Different function maybe, but I know how they think in terms of utility and cost. So when I look at the layout of this place and what kind of things made it into the final blueprints, I know what would have been scrapped to save time and money. You know?" 

"I absolutely do not know," Taybus laughs, "but keep talking and pretend I do."

"Okay. Everything from the layout of this room to the connecting bridges and the design of our cells was once a blueprint. The first draft was rough and bulky and contained a lot of extras. Probably amenities that would have made our lives a little better," he frowns at that last part, "but no one was going to approve it. They don't care about us and they want cheap, so every draft afterwards was more streamlined. They kept cutting and cutting until it was as basic and functional as you can make it without losing value."

"So they…cut more floors?" Taybus's face is scrunched in a nearly comical attempt at concentration.

"Don't hurt yourself, dude," you mutter. Alis chokes on a laugh next to you and coughs politely to cover it up.

Threl sighs through his nose and shakes his head in disappointment at you before turning his attention back to Taybus. "You're half right. Bare tunqstoid steel panels on the floor, easy to install. Reliable. You know exactly how much electricity they conduct and that they'll do exactly as intended. They're necessary to keep us in line. It's also expensive to cover every inch of this place. Not to mention the extra weight of the panels and structural support needed to compensate for it…that drives the bill up, too." Threl pauses so everyone can take a step back.

"Clear," Jevid grumbles. The center console comes to life as the next piece lifts to slot into place. You all move in unison, like a well rehearsed dance, to lift it so it can be rotated.

"Do you see bare panels up the walls? Or anywhere in the cells other than the floor?" Threl glances around the group, waiting for an answer.

"No," Sorrek responds quietly from across the table. There's a pensive look on his face and you can tell he's curious about where this explanation is going.

"That means, if they were there, they would be under the molded plastic where we can't see them."

"And they don't work under plastic?" Taybus hesitates before getting back to work.

"Correct!" Threl smiles widely at him. There's a hint of pride on his face as he glances over. "When you put plastic over metal, it's usually as an insulator. Because plastic doesn't conduct electricity…unless you mix the plastic with something that does conduct electricity during the molding process. Then the electric current travels along those particles instead. But doing that makes the parts more expensive. The current that can pass through the plastic also isn't as strong as the bare metal. That makes it unreliable. So you tell me what's more likely. That the Empire paid to have the walls and benches in every inch of this place lined with tunqstoid steel and a composite plastic of conductive filler or that they saved money by cutting those plans for the final blueprint and just wanted us to think they put them there?"

"They're definitely cheap. Hence," you add, "no panels or sensors in the benches."

Jevid and Sorrek exchange a look of shock. You wonder how many years both of them have been living with the acceptance of the lie. You also wonder what else about this place has been blindly accepted as truth.

As you glance around, you can't help but notice that the walls don't seem quite so oppressive anymore. Especially now that you understand on a much deeper level that that's all they are.

"Damn, Threl." Alis lets out a long whistle.

"See? Told you. Fucking brilliant." You give Threl a stare that says 'I told you so,' which he pointedly ignores.

"Wow dude. You're really smart." Taybus gapes at him.

"Yeah," Threl laughs as his posture finally relaxes back into the man you're more familiar with. "I know my way around this shit. I did it for over a decade."

"Wasted in here on this bullshit," you grumble.

"Don't disagree." He shrugs. "Unfortunately, when you start sabotaging the Empire's plans and they catch you, they don't just slap you on the wrist and let you keep your job. I'm lucky I didn't end up someplace worse than this."

"Well, I appreciate it a lot," Taybus says with a sincerity that makes him look almost sweet. Almost. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, kid." Threl puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a gentle shake. "Just enjoy it."

"You get laid?" You smirk at him.

"No." His cheeks redden, but it doesn't hinder the look of excitement that spreads across his face. "We finally made out, though!"

"Hell yeah, man!" Alis stands on his tiptoes as he reaches over the table to give Taybus a high-five.

"Congratulations!" You beam at him. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Yes." He ducks his head as he blushes some more, and a strand of hair comes loose from his ponytail to hang in his face. He tucks it behind his ear and breaks out into a goofy smile. "It's really nice. I get why you were so annoying now."

"Hey!" You protest, only mildly offended. It's not like you disagree.

"Were?" Alis pipes up next to you.

Scratch that. Now you're properly offended. "Oh, is this what we're doing now that we got the excitement about the floors out of the way?" You yank the soldering gun off of the table. "Picking on me?"

"You make it really easy, to be fair," Threl teases.

You let out a noise of disgust. "Fine. Go ahead. You can't hurt my feelings because I know Kino will just kiss them better later."

"Gross," Taybus mumbles. You smirk at him.

"Yeah, that's right." You lean in his direction and lower your voice. "Keep teasing and I'll talk about how good he is at it, too."

"I'm pretty sure most of us have heard already." Alis gives you a knowing look. Next to him, Sorrek shakes his head in disapproval—though whether it's directed at you or Alis, you're not sure—while Taybus and Threl snicker at your expense. "Besides, you think that will deter me? You're going to have to try harder than that."

"God, you're obnoxious. Why are we friends again?"

"I grow on people." He grins.

"Like a fungus, maybe," you mutter.

"Fungus is very useful, so thank you for the compliment." His grin widens to an intolerable degree.

You roll your eyes as you work the soldering gun on the joint. While you do, you're surprised to find that, despite how much you brushed it off, being teased about last night bothers you. Not on your own behalf, though.

On Kino's.

When you finish, you straighten back up and clear your throat.

"Listen, since Alis brought it up, I know all of you heard me last night and I want to apologize for it. Clearly we got complacent and weren't being as respectful as we should have been. I'm really sorry. It'll never happen again." You can feel your face burning with embarrassment as your expression turns sheepish. "I'm absolutely mortified. So you guys are welcome to tease me about it if you want. I deserve it, honestly. Just…do me one favor and please make sure he isn't nearby to accidentally overhear when you do. Alright?"

Jevid grunts, which you assume is an agreement, and Sorrek nods, also looking a little embarrassed at the memory. You can't imagine what shade of red he turned after it happened. You also can't imagine either of them—or Edii—doing the teasing. They aren't the ones you're worried about.

"No problem, kid." Threl says easily. And it's no surprise he would agree to something for Kino's benefit. Or yours, for that matter.

Next to him, Taybus makes a face. "Why? He overhears us teasing you all the time."

"Because," you shift your attention to the part as you get back to work, "this will actually upset him."

"What's the big deal? Is he embarrassed because people know you're having sex in your free time now?"

"It's a big deal because it's him." You say it as though that should be obvious.

"He's still gotta be the shift manager after this." Threl tries to explain when Taybus continues to look unconvinced.

"Do the managers take a vow of celibacy or what?" He scoffs.

"No, but there's an inherent power imbalance between him and her." There's the cranking of a wrench as Threl works through the conversation. "That's enough to get people focused on them more than, say, you and your boyfriend. No offense."

"Plus," you interject when you see Taybus opening his mouth to protest, "if people are gossiping about us, he'll think of it as a distraction. Distracted people work slower, get lower numbers, and make mistakes. Mistakes lead to injuries or worse. They draw attention. He'd rather they didn't think about us at all. We're all safer that way."

"And he's right," Jevid adds in his gruff voice. "The last thing you want in here is them keeping tabs." He jerks a crooked thumb up towards the viewing window for emphasis. "That's why Kino runs the floor the way he does. Good numbers mean they leave you alone."

"Besides, you all remember what Wem pulled. Not everyone is gonna politely gossip or chuckle about it. Some of them are definitely pissed." You shoot a dark glance over at Wem's table.

"Why would they be pissed?" Taybus follows your line of sight, but with less subtlety.

"Jealousy, do you remember?" Edii finally speaks up. "There are some who did not look happy for her last night."

"Let me guess," you sigh. "Table 4 again?"

He nods. "Most. I see others, too. A few."

"Jealous of what? Of Kino?" Then after another second of thought, Taybus nervously adds, "Of her??"

You choose to ignore his last comment. Because they should be jealous. Kino is a fucking catch.

"They think he plays favorites. That because of her, he favors our table best." Edii stares at Taybus with a hint of his old irritation, clearly bothered he has to spell it out. "They are also mad they do so poorly in their numbers, so they blame us because that is easier than accepting they work bad together."

"Okay, so they bitch about it. So what? I seriously don't understand what the big deal is." Taybus still looks confused and you know it's because, for him, it is that simple. He's still young. The world hasn't taken on as many shades of grey yet.

You toss your soldering gun down heavily on the table to get his full attention. When his head jerks in your direction, you give him a serious look—though you do your best to keep your tone patient despite the frustration.

"I'm gonna forgive the ignorance here, Taybus. I know you don't mean anything by it. It's easy to forget some things when we're over here bullshitting half the shift. But take a look around you and remember one really important detail. Something I have to keep in the back of my mind every moment of every day." Taybus glances around the floor while you continue talking. "I am one woman trapped in here with a bunch of men."

The rest of the table freezes. You watch them exchange uneasy looks out of the corner of your eye while Taybus processes what you mean.

"Now, I feel completely safe around you guys, and I'm lucky we're usually stuck together. I think some of the other guys out there seem like decent men, too. The shitty thing about being a woman or someone vulnerable is that thinking someone is decent doesn't always keep you safe. What if someday some asshole decides bitching isn't enough? What if they think that I, or Kino, need to be taught a lesson? Or they want to take out some frustration in a more active way, so they sneak back while I'm taking a shift break?" You let the implication hang in the air. Taybus's eyes finally go wide in realization and horror.

"Then one of us takes our break with you!" He protests.

"You know we can't, kid. It's one at a time from the tables so we don't get behind." Threl gives you a regretful look. Your face softens in appreciation. You know he's right, but you also know that he would do it in a heartbeat if he could.

"That's bullshit! Surely Kino would make an exception for her." Taybus jabs a thumb in your direction.

"Then he's seen as playing favorites for sure and that pisses them off further." You put a hand on your hip as you step back from the table. "Clear."

"If they touch you, I'll deal with them." Sorrek stares at you with that cold rage you've seen a few times now. The kind that sends an uneasy shiver up your neck. You know it isn't directed at you. That's not why. You worry for him and how he would feel afterwards if he did something he couldn't take back. Or if he got stuck in here longer, away from his wife. From his daughter.

"I know you would." You give him an affectionate, sad smile. "But that would just prevent it from happening a second time."

Sorrek's face falls, the dangerous threat immediately shifting into helplessness. Jevid shoos him away from the machine before he can protest. Or start tearing up.

"It's not just that. What if a group of them decides they don't have to listen or be respectful out of spite? Maybe they even do it on purpose to make it look like Kino can't control his men and isn't fit to lead because they want the guards to replace him as shift manager. Imagine having an asshole like Wem as a manager. Sure, Kino's a hardass, but he's fair and he's a good man. But someone cruel with the perks and the power of that position?" Not to mention the ability to keep the two of you apart out of spite, you think to yourself.

"Wait, they could really do that? Put someone else in charge of the floor?" Taybus is starting to look even more worried.

You turn to look at Sorrek, Jevid, and Threl with an eyebrow raised. "You guys have been here the longest. Could they?"

"They choose whenever a floor needs a new one. I guess it's possible." Sorrek answers carefully.

"They could." Jevid gives you a confident, hard stare. "Not only could they, it wouldn't be good for him either. Never seen it done, but they'd probably add more shifts to his sentence and he'd be back at a table."

Taybus stares at him in shock, as if he's waiting for Jevid to suddenly take it back. When he doesn't, he stares dejectedly down at the table. "Damn. That's all fucked." 

"It's all fucked indeed," you sigh.

"Okay. What should we do, then?" Taybus glances around at the rest of you for answers. "We keep an eye on her, obviously. Especially during breaks. Then we also…keep an eye out to help Kino so our lives aren't even more miserable?" Taybus's face scrunches in disgust. "God, never thought I'd say that."

Edii waves a dismissive hand at him. "I will keep an eye out on ones that look…what is the word? Suspicion?"

"Suspicious," Taybus mutters to him.

Edii continues on like he didn't hear him. "If they say or do anything, I will know."

You smile fondly at him. "Thank you, Edii."

"I was going to do so anyway. I keep a look out a lot of the time I have been in here already. Many people ignore me. I hear a lot." He turns to stare directly at you. "Incredible hearing." And then he nods seriously.

"You're damn right," you chuckle. "Sorry I ever thought it was a curse."

"It is alright. Makes people uncomfortable when they realize what I hear." He gives you a piercing, knowing look. You shift awkwardly in your spot as you remember that morning and all the filthy things you and Kino did and said to each other. You're confident no one else heard. You're now far less confident Edii didn't.

"Hey, wait!" Taybus perks up like he just remembered something. "I know Vage's table would be on our side. Table 1 is pretty cool."

"Oh, we drawing battle lines now?" Threl teases him.

"No!" Taybus protests. "Just, you know, in case."

Alis gives him an exaggerated wink and a nod of encouragement. Taybus gives him, what he thinks, is a subtle thumbs up in return.

"No, none of that," you gently scold both of them. "Look. I'm not saying any of that is going to happen, it's all just worst case scenario. I'm not saying someone will definitely try to corner me or harass me or hurt me. Or that suddenly me getting laid will turn into a riot. In fact, I'm not actually worried about any of it. All I'm saying is…" Your face softens with affection as you turn to look where Kino is standing on the other side of the room, bent over his tablet. He's frowning intently at something, and the way his forehead wrinkles and his lips pout in disapproval makes your heart flutter. "He is. There's a lot that could go wrong every single day and he's stressed about it. All the time. Because he thinks everything is his responsibility. I just don't want to remind him of what happened and add to that." You turn back to them with a pleading look. "Okay?"

"You love him very much." Edii gives you a rare, half smile.

Your cheeks burn hot and you look down at the table, embarrassed, because now the entire pod knows and is staring at you with various degrees of amusement and softness. It's almost too much attention, and it feels worse than when they all learned you were having sex. Because this is exposing your heart and laying bare your vulnerability, while sex is just sex. 'Which was also because of Edii,' you internally grumble. Okay, maybe his hearing is a bit of a curse.

"I do," you respond quietly.

Edii nods, as if he already knew the answer and you were simply confirming it for him. Then he returns to work, just like that. You do still admire his ability to readily accept something and move forward. However, you're less enthused about him bluntly supplying the table with updates about your love life. You wonder if that's just an Edii thing, or if it's a natural, open topic where he comes from.

"Fine, alright," Taybus relents with a huff. "I'll keep my mouth shut."

"I was never going to let him hear anyway, are you crazy? The man could probably toss me halfway across the room if he wanted." Alis shudders. "And if he heard me making fun of you, he would definitely want to."

"Oh, yeah, he would definitely want to." You grin wickedly at him. "And I promise, from experience, he probably could."

Taybus groans again.

The rest of your shift continues on with more teasing until they finally get bored with it. Partially because you threaten to supply them with more intimate details since they're clearly so interested in your love life. Alis is, of course, the last one to relent, but only after Sorrek has turned a concerning shade of red and looks dangerously close to tears.

Then they start badgering Taybus to tell them the plot to another one of Vage's holonovels. Not because Taybus is a particularly good storyteller—he'll frequently forget a detail and have to backtrack to fill in the blanks, making everyone else groan in frustration—but because it's something to pass the time.

And the easy camaraderie really does make the time go by faster rather than focusing solely on the work. As you talk and listen, your hands move automatically over the parts, expertly repeating the pattern almost as an afterthought. It would be easy to lose yourself in the rhythm.

You don't, though. You can't help but be aware of every passing hour. Nine.

You laugh at one of Alis's terrible jokes so hard your stomach hurts. Kino has to walk by the table to scold all of you and tell you to stop messing around and pick up the pace. You glance up at the clock. Eight.

Sorrek tells a story about one of his fights in a house so packed, the crowd ignored their seats to push and shove against the ring to get a better view of the main event. He was convinced the ropes were going to buckle under the pressure and that the match would be called when the crowd swarmed the ring. Jevid's heard this one before. Seven.

Threl once altered ship blueprints to include hallways that went nowhere and closed ventilation systems that cycled back into themselves rather than properly vent through the filters, which would cause a steady buildup of carbon monoxide. They caught the first one before construction began. They didn't catch the second one until afterwards, and whole sections had to be scrapped and rebuilt. "That's the trick," he says. "You distract them with one hand so the other can do more damage." You notice a look on Edii's face—a thoughtful concentration—and you wonder what he's thinking. Six.

One more down. Five now, and soon that will pass, too. You smile around your table.

One less hour until the end of your shift. One less hour in your sentence.

One less hour separating you from Kino.

A/N: As a reminder, the next chapter is coming out a week from today! And as a heads up: There are only 3 chapters left before the fic is over, so 27 chapters total. (I know 😭)

Also I have the most rudimentary understanding of how electricity works, so please do not @ me if I'm wrong because I simply don't care that much. What I do know is the floors in Narkina 5 shouldn't work at all, but they do because space magic. So anything I got wrong is clearly just more space magic 😂 I just wanted to take the opportunity to give more of Threl's backstory and show off how cool he is. He's from Naboo and he worked for Theed Engineering (for the other Star Wars nerds: they built Governor Tarkin's personal starship.)

NEXT CHAPTER->

[i-write-hurt-not-comfort]

my top 5 diabolik lovers fics by kudos

(because i need content to post but i’m weighed down by my third year undergrad exams)

so this list is courtesy of the AO3 statistics page, i’ve never actually looked at this before so i thought it’d be a nice lil post. i am excluding blue is the new pink, my 100 chapter crossover with vanitas no carte and pandora hearts, because obviously that’d be the highest. 

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5. for forever

Subaru and Kou engagement/relationship fic, minimal angst, mainly cute, post-Kino LE. Wholesome Sakamaki and Mukami brotherly content.

kudos: 32  chapters: 1 words: 7,464 date posted: 18th March 2023 (written 2018)

4. you go down just like holy mary on a cross 

Reiji/Ruki smut. Title from “mary on a cross” by ghost.

kudos: 41 chapters: 1 words: 5,050 date posted: 22th August 2022

3. give me a day and i’ll give you a purpose

TW: suicide mention

Kou finds Subaru before a suicide attempt and takes him out that night. Modern AU, technically unfinished but there’s also no part II planned. (I’m honestly surprised how popular this one is, but I guess it’s been around a while.)

kudos: 55 chapters: 1 words: 1,950 date posted: 9th March 2020

2. i will find any way to your wild heart 

Modern college (/high school, if you’re American) AU, multi-ship (Ayayui, Shuuma, Subakou, Reijiruki, Azunato), comedy, heavy angst and a happy ending. Has a sequel collection too. Title from “wild heart” by bleachers. 

kudos: 93 chapters: 40 (complete) words: 109,491 date posted / completed: 7th May 2022 - 16th February 2023

1. This is Primetime, Reload, and— 

Laito-centric drug addict fic, post-Ayato LE. Angst-filled, graphic depictions of drug use and addiction. Title from “primetime” by Marianas Trench (i am REALLY surprised this is ranked #1, but someone did actually start translating it into Italian even.)

kudos: 97 chapters: 10 (complete) words: 37,273 date posted / completed: 18th January 2022 - 19th August 2022

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thank you to all my readers <3 what’s your favourite? 

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: After your hookup with Changmin, you thought you’d be in the clear for hookups. Then you run into someone new. Pairing: Hyunguu (Kino) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: oral (f receive), praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dom-sub undertones Word Count: 1,337

Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone. ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 6: If there’s a will, there’s a way.

You’ve been texting with Changmin almost non-stop since yesterday. Despite how alluring he is sexually, there’s some electric zing between you. You don’t know what it is, but it’s fun. You’re just wandering around the town observing. Things have changed a lot since you came here as a child, in both good and bad ways. Your friend who owns a cafe mentioned that there’s a bit more foot traffic around. Neither of you can really be sure why that is, though.

That’s when you see him. You don’t know who he is but know you’ve never seen him. He’s eyeing you up, and while you don’t feel nearly as drawn to him as you did Changmin, you do still feel drawn to him. You whip out your phone and navigate your way to Changmin’s text message thread.

You || would you care if I hooked up with someone?

Changminnie || I can’t stop you from doing anything. I don’t own you, princess. || Just know I’ll turn your ass red again cause I don’t like sharing very much.

You || No? || Why not? Sharing can be fun sometimes! :P

Changminnie || Behave yourself and have fun, pretty.

You don’t know why you’re seeking out his permission, but the confirmation that you can approach this stunning man makes your heart swell. Just something about Changmin makes your head spin and your heart beat fast. You saunter your way toward the pretty man. He seems rather pleased that you’re coming to him. A smirk gently rests on his pretty lips as if he knows what’s coming.

“Hi there, I saw you looking at me from over there,” you nod your head toward the direction you came from, “Could I help you with something?” “In fact, you can, if you’d like that.” he confirms with a suggestive lilt to his voice, “I’m a little bored, we’ll say. Wanna do something that’s more entertaining than wandering the town?”

You nod and bite your lip to control a smirk from taking over. You turn on your heel and walk in the direction of your small bungalow. You look over your shoulder and see the man following behind you, almost akin to a puppy following its owner. It’s cute. You stop in your tracks and allow him to catch up to you. When he does, his hand falls to hold onto your hip on the opposite side of him. The touch burns hot on your skin in the best way possible. It’s present enough to make you aware of it but gentle enough that it’s almost comforting in a way.

“How about you tell me your name, pretty boy?” you giggle.

“Hyunggu.” he replies with a gentle smile, “You won’t need to worry about that though, angel. You’ll be brainless beneath me in about five minutes.”

“Bold of you to assume that.” you smirk up at him, “We’ll see how good you can do.”

You seem to have stunned him with your rather presumptuous tone and words. It amuses you more than anything. The rest of the walk to the beachfront house is filled with continuous flirtatious and suggestive comments. It’s a nice change compared to how flustered Changmin made you yesterday. Though, you can’t seem to choose which you prefer between the two. Maybe, you don’t want to admit it.

You get to your bungalow no later and unlock the small house. You allow him to walk ahead of you while you close the door behind you and slip off the light sweater you had been wearing. You tell Hyunggu where the bedroom is, and he’s off to the room without a second thought. The moment you enter the room, you can tell something in the air has changed. You approach the bed where Hyunggu is waiting, scrolling on his phone to seem unbothered; you know it’s a facade, though. You sit on the bed beside him, and he looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hi, pretty, could you do something for me?” he asks softly.

“Hmm?” you reply, leaning toward him slightly.

“Strip for me and get comfy, beautiful.” he requests, placing his phone on one of the nightstands.

You smile slightly and do as he asks. Your ass still hurts slightly from how much Changmin smacked it yesterday, but it’s a pleasurable kind of pain that you wouldn’t change for the world. You watch as Hyunggu slowly takes off his clothes, too, and rejoins you on the bed. He fits his frame between your legs. You sigh and close your eyes as he starts running kisses down your neck and chest. He continues until his kisses run along your thighs. You look at him when he stops suddenly. His eyes are on the subtle bruises your previous hookup left behind.

“You’ve been busy, I see.” he comments.

“So what if I have?” you ask, a bite to your tone.

“Nothing, beautiful. Nothing at all.” he reassures you.

He continues placing kisses along your thighs, holding them apart, so he also has a perfect view of your core. His lips travel closer to where you need him most but never arrive. He chuckles when you whine and try to get him where you want.

“Did you want something, angel?” he smirks.

“You’re teasing me, and it’s not nice.” you pout, “Touch me properly, please?”

His kisses finally come in contact with your clit, and your hands fly down to be buried in his hair. He takes his time kissing and licking you, eventually adding his fingers to the mix to heighten your pleasure more. You release little whimpers and moans into the air, letting him know you’re enjoying what he’s giving you.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he sighs, “Bet you’ll take me so well.”

“Please?” you ask again, “Hyunggu, please.”

“You sound so pretty asking me so nicely too. Let me hear it one more time. Then you can have what you want.”

“Please, Hyunggu. Fuck me, please.”

He moves to be fully above you, “You okay if I fuck you raw?” “I’m clean. As long as you’re clean too, I don’t mind one bit.”

Within moments he’s fully sheathed inside you. He groans quietly and whispers sweet, praising comments to you. He has a slow even pace to ensure you’re adjusted to him fully. Your fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders, silently asking him for more.

“Fuck,” he moans, “you’re such a good girl. So fuckin’ pretty, too, bet you’ll look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.

You whimper at his words, “Hyunggu, I want that so bad. Please fill me up.”

Your eyebrows furrow together in pleasure. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, gently nipping at the skin. One of his hands reaches down to toy with your clit. You let out a proper moan for the first time, and he groans in appreciation. Hyunggu has an unending stream of praise and comments about breeding you falling from his lips. As his pace grows faster, albeit slowly, his words get more sweet and filthy simultaneously. Your hands travel from his shoulders up into his hair, gently holding onto it as a means to control yourself.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty. Will you let me breed you? Fill you up with my cum?”

“Yeah, fill me up. You said it yourself. I’ll look so pretty with your cum dripping out of my pussy.” you moan back.

With a few more punctuated thrusts, he holds his hips flush against yours. His breath is uneven and shallow as he paints your walls white with his cum. He continues to play with your clit, guiding you closer to your own orgasm. When it does hit, you’re hit by a tidal wave of pleasure. You writhe underneath him and feel yourself thrusting yourself onto his cock more. He hisses at the sensitivity but doesn’t stop you, either. Once your high subsides, he pulls out, keeping an eye on your pussy.

“Fuckin’ knew it. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous with my cum in you.”

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[neverknewgrey2016]

A preview of what I may or may not be working on

Because I caused Rocket pain, and there’s not much Pentagon content, I share the beginning of this. @hwidachi

Warning, smut ahead, mentions of smut, oral-male receiving, female reader, degradation, dom/sub, brief mentions of being tied to the bed, edging, public sexual activities, language 

Word Count so far- 897

Yuto x Fem!Reader

And finally, the intro to this thing, 

You weren’t sure how you ended up in this position. 

Okay, yes you were. 

It was just… a shock. You didn’t realize that this would happen, though you can’t say you’re complaining. 

It all started when you were on the phone this morning. 

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Earlier that day:

“Wait, you did what?” You asked your friend as she went on about her seemingly adventurous sex life. At least adventurous compared to yours. Not that your sex life was bad, it was quite the opposite, it was just that your boyfriend, Yuto, was very… vanilla. Again, not a bad thing, but you were a sub with a high percentage of brat in you, and it was hard to ignore that when you never even got the chance to be bratty. 

“Yeah, it was great! I gave him a taste of his own medicine. I tied him to the bed and I edged him until he begged me to cum. Then he kinda fucked me into the mattress.” She explained, unlike you, your friend was a switch, and her boyfriend, a best friend of your boyfriend as well as a bandmate, he was adventurous in bed, although he tended to lean more towards dom, it wasn’t the first time she had called you telling you about how they switched rolls and how amazing it had been. “Anyway, enough about that, I don’t want to get myself worked up again, especially if they have practice tonight until late and then the four of us going out after, I don’t need another incident like last time.” You could just picture her shuddering at the memory of when Hyunggu, aka Kino, aka her boyfriend, had teased her and made her cum in a restaurant while out with the entire group. Luckily, no one but you had caught on, or at least were the only one to let her know that they knew it had happened. “What about you? Anything new with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome?” She carried on, changing the subject to you and Yuto. See, as soon as you had seen Yuto for the first time, you thought he was the most perfect being to have ever come to be on this planet, and you had met Hongseok, Mr. Perfect himself. But Yuto was different, and lord if you weren’t taken with him the second he walked through the doors at the small cafe you frequented one random afternoon two years ago. You sigh before responding, 

“You already know the answer to that.” You fall back onto the bed, sighing again. “Like, it’s not like he doesn’t get me off, because trust me, he does. And it’s not like I don’t enjoy the sex, he is amazing. I just-”

“You wanna be fucked like a slut?” Your friend finished for you.

“I wouldn’t put it that way.” You played with your hands after putting her on speaker.

“How would you put it then? You want to be thrown around, fucked raw, degraded, etc? You want to be a brat and be punished for i- hey! Wait a second…” She trailed off, slightly scaring you by the tone in her voice. Had it not been all the things she had said prior that had been clouding your mind, you may have seen where she was going with this. “What if, you pull a reverse Hyunggu?” Your brows furrowed, 

“Huh?” 

“Tonight. At dinner. Tease him. Even the most dormant and soft doms can get worked up. So work him up. Be a brat. Make him want to punish you.” 

“Wh-what? How am I supposed to do that?” You ask, feeling both excited and terrified at the same time. “Besides that, what if he doesn’t react? What if he isn’t a dom!” That would be too embarrassing to bear. 

“Y/N, sweetie, honey, you are so oblivious. You haven’t seen the way his jaw clenches when we are at a club and some rando tries to hit on you. Or when your legs are exposed and how he constantly is eyeing them like he can’t wait to get you alone so they can be thrown over his shoulders as he pounds into you. Babe, he is a dom. But the poor boy is so shy and sweet, and he doesn't want to hurt you. This will work. And if it doesn’t, well, refer back to my two rules. One, I’m never wrong, and two, if I’m ever wrong… refer back to rule one.”

“Your arguments with Kino must be fun.”

“Oh definitely, and the makeup sex is even better.”

~~~~~~

Present time:

That phone call was just the beginning of the journey of how you ended up on your knees in front of Yuto with his throbbing dick down your throat as he both praised and belittled you. 

“You take my cock so well in that mouth of yours.” His hands threading through your head, pushing you down just enough for you to gag, causing a moan to follow right after, “You like that? You like when I force myself deeper? You like being a little cock slut for me?” In contrast to his words and his left hand still threaded in your hair, his right hand cradled your cheek as his thumb rubbed against it lovingly. You could only hum in agreement, thoughts of earlier and how exactly you ended up here flooding your memory.

[multiland]

how to give a blowjob (and other things) for dummies (only with Jeonghan) Y.JH.

pairing: Jeonghan x female reader (ft. Kino)

summary: your friendship with Jeonghan takes a turn the day the two of you cross the line when he decides to teach you how to give a blowjob, despite your promises of everything staying the same. Tired of waiting for him to acknowledge the elephant in the room, you decide to go on dates. Needless to say, he doesn't like it one bit.

genre: smut, friends to lovers, small angst, fluff.

warnings: Jeonghan acts like a jerk, jealousy, dirty talking, blowjob, touching, lots of kissing, fingering, oral (fem), unprotected sex.

word count: +11k

a/n: not particularly satisfied with this one tbh, still, enjoy. As always, feedback is very much appreciated!

On a warm Saturday evening, you are chilling at your place with your phone in hand and your companion deeply invested in some random anime series. As you scroll down your social media, you watch an ad about some online classes to please your partner. Finding it utterly ridiculous -not to mention the fact that you have no idea how this thing appeared on your feed- you can’t help but let out a snort when you go to the comment section. More people than you’d like to imagine asking things such as prices and location. You mutter a what the fuck under your breath that doesn’t go unnoticed by the black-haired man sitting on the other edge of the sofa, the subtle sounds making him look at you with a turn of his head and knitted brows.

"What are you laughing at?"

Biting your lip in a failed attempt to hold back your amusement, you quickly turn your phone in his direction to show him the ad, knowing that these kinds of topics are no biggie for him. 

"Imagine paying for someone to teach you how to suck dick." You exclaim in a mocking tone, and he just quirks a brow at you in response.

Jeonghan is your friend, the closest one if you dared to say. You two met two years ago in a shared class when you were assigned to work together on a project. At first, you couldn’t stand him and his obnoxious ways of teasing you non-stop, until you finally grew accustomed to him, and the annoyance turned into mutual teasing.

He’s probably the smartest person you’ve ever met. Clever, mischievous and always knowing how to get away with anything. He’s charming by nature, capable of having people wrapped around his finger if he so desires. He never gives up, he will never let others win because he has to be the last one to have a word, he’s shameless and so good at it it’s infuriating.

The first time you saw him you were smitten by his beauty, just for it to change the more you spent time together.

At least, that’s what you make yourself believe.

Truthfully, your friendship has never been completely platonic. You knew since the very first day this man is nothing but a flirting machine and even though you hate to admit it, he always manages to make your heart race. That added to the not-so-subtle way you kept checking each other out more often than not in front of the rest of the people. None of you has ever admitted it out loud or made a move on the other, but even a fool knows there’s a shit ton of sexual tension between Jeonghan and you, and the constant bickering like Tom and Jerry does nothing to help your case.

You soon found yourselves sitting together every class you shared, having lunch together and you even got to meet his large group of male friends. A bunch of sweethearts by the way, some a bit out of their minds, but lovely anyway.

The funny part is, that despite Jeonghan being insufferable most of the time with most people, there are moments -plenty of them if you get to be honest- where he is, indeed, a sweet and caring man.

There's a long list of attributes to define him. He's handsome, warm, and astute. He's good at every human-doable thing you could mention, including singing like an angel. He's soft spoken, intellectual, philosophical. He's a gentleman -not always, but mostly- Trustworthy, hardworking. He's at the top of the class, all the teachers love him, and yeah, he also has a long line of girls who want to date him.

He looks and acts like a prince, again, for the most part. A good son, the best older brother his sister could've gotten, protective, fond of kids and animals.

He's a loyal friend, has stood up for you many times. He's also made some of your bullies cry with just his venomous words.

He’s been there to listen to you rant numerous times without asking for anything in return or even judging you -unless you ask him to- and even if it sounds crazy, he’s amazing at giving advice. He's held your hand throughout the years, been your shoulder to cry on -more times than you'd like to admit- he's been there all the time, even those when you've woken him up in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare.

Small things such as opening doors for you, fastening your seatbelt when you're in the passenger seat, taking bugs out of the house for you and carrying your bags after going grocery shopping, he does them better than anyone. He also helps you study when you don't understand the assignment. He takes care of you when you get sick and has tucked you to bed while drunk as your designated driver. Surely, he can be a pain in the ass, but you wouldn't trade him for anything.

Like a hard candy with a surprise center, he’s the perfect balance of a human being. Unique and mesmerizing in his own way. You could go on and on about all the things you admit you love about him.

"Sounds like you're an expert." He retorts, and your smirk instantly vanishes. Looking away, you try to play it cool and go back to scrolling on your phone. "Thought so." He adds, laughing.

But there is also a long list of things you hate about him. Such a pain in the ass.

He likes to cheat in every game, makes fun of you when you trip and fall -although he helps you up afterwards- He likes to tease, enjoys it when you get mad and has the nerve to say it's cute when all you want to do is wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him to death.

He's calculative, stubborn, has a sharp tongue and crosses the line very frequently. If you make a mistake, he won't let you forget about it. Ever. Way too confident, to the point where he can be egocentric sometimes. He doesn't like to be wrong, or lose at anything.

His pride is so big he'd die if he fell from it. He struggles to open up to people and feels weak if he does so. He will never fall in love -he swears- but you laugh at him, because you hope he's wrong.

You're very different, but very similar at the same time.

You frown, not liking it when he makes fun of you all the time, he never gives you rest or lets anything slip. Truthfully, you’re in no position to make such a statement, but that’s not the point, to begin with.

"Shut up, asshole." You spit, crossing your arms over your chest. "We’re not talking about me."

Jeonghan switches his position on your couch, looking at you with his arm stretched over the headrest. His lips curve into a sly smirk, he enjoys this way too much.

“Then, do you know about this topic? Please enlighten me.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burn in embarrassment, then look down to your lap.

"No. I don’t." You admit, almost in a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I'd pay to learn, either."

Jeonghan lets out a breathy chuckle, hand moving to gently pat your head.

“Cute.”

You groan, swatting his hand away and making him laugh louder.

“Stop teasing me, you prick.”

He laughs again.

"Easy, easy. I’m just messing with you.” He confesses as his laughter dies down. “And I mean, not everyone has a free way of learning, you could have an advantage."

You frown, tilting your head in confusion.

"What do you mean by advantage?"

Jeonghan leans a bit closer, tongue running over his lips to make them wet before you freeze on the spot. His mouth ghosts over the shell of your ear and it gets hot under his breath. You feel the urge to move, but your body doesn’t respond.

"I could teach you. Do you want to learn?" He asks, sending shivers down your spine when his fingers subtly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Then maybe you can have a reason to laugh at those ads. To brag, even."

Your eyes widen, your mouth turning dry as your heart suddenly races wildly with your pulse accelerating. When he hums in your ear asking for an answer, you begin to feel throbbing between your legs. His proposal is sinful, bold, and obscene, and you should say no and call him crazy, but your face turns in his direction and his hooded eyes erase every possible sign of wisdom from your brain. You wait for him to laugh and say he’s joking, but he never does.

"... Are you suggesting that I–" You stutter, he once again runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your face up to make sure you look into his dark orbs. He hums again, nodding.

"Suck my dick? Affirmative, sugar. I'm offering to teach you how to give head. Who better than your best friend to do so?" He smirks flirtatiously, making you break a sweat. "That is, in case you want to. If you don't, then I'll say I was joking and we can move on. Pretend this conversation never happened."

You seem to go into a daze for a moment, mount agape and eyes widened in shock as his words spin around your head. You can feel your heartbeats in your ears and your hands getting clammy. Just then, you snap back into reality.

"Wait, so if you're saying you want to teach me, that can only mean one thing. Okay Mr. Blowjob, I'm guessing your experience comes from practice?"

Your question seems to take him aback judging by the look on his face, brows furrowed together as he quickly shakes his head.

"Hold your horses there, cowgirl." He says, lifting his hand to gesture for you to stop conjuring those scenarios in your head. "I obviously haven't sucked a dick, what are you even talking about?" He grimaces at the mere idea of what you could've been thinking. "But I've been sucked off before a lot of times, so I know how the work should be done. Especially the way I want it to."

You raise an eyebrow, humming at his explanation before you ask.

"And why would I want to learn the way you, specifically, like your dick to be sucked?"

His lips curl up in yet another mischievous smirk.

"Well, again, you know I like things to be done in the best way possible, we can't afford being mediocre in life, can we?" He explains, leaning forward with his eyes deeply locked on yours. You lean back slightly, heart shuddering by his sudden closeness. "And perhaps, if you do it well, we can do it again sometime, or I could return the favor... Even help you explore more things, don't you think?"

You stay still for a brief second, processing his words until they sink in. Your eyes widen at the implication, throat tightening in pure dryness. He's not only being cocky, but also... Intending to have sexual escapades with you in the name of friendship?

"No way, you're insane." You exclaim defensively, standing up from the couch with your eyes glued to the floor and warm cheeks, walking to the kitchen.

You don't have to turn around to know he has amusement plastered all over his face. You decide to ignore it, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with cold water.

Jeonghan, as expected, follows you to the kitchen. You gulp the water down, finding him leaning against the kitchen island on his elbows, completely calmed as if he hasn't just thrown the most indecent proposal to you.

Your brows knit together into a frown as you place the glass on the sink. You're panting for no reason in particular, placing your hands on your hips.

Jeonghan lets out a breathy chuckle, and now you just feel like punching his stupidly pretty face, as he steps closer to you and places his hands at the sides of your body, palms rested at the top granite of the counter, caging you. Your breath hitches at the same time his sweet scent embraces your nose.

"Got hot suddenly, huh?" He then speaks, nose gently brushing against yours and warm breath fanning your features, all of this with that godforsaken cocky smirk of his. Your eyes widen briefly, before you place your hands against his chest and push him away with another roll of your orbs.

"Drop it, would you?" You say as you turn away from him, trying to hide the erratic way your body seems to be reacting to his advances. “As if I’d want to even see you naked.” 

The words roll off your tongue before you can even process them, lying as if your life depends on it, cause, of course, you do want to see him naked, but he doesn’t have to know that, does he?

He lifts his hands in surrender, still with a grin on his face.

"Sure." He says, finally dropping his hands. "I was joking. We can forget what I said. Do you wanna order some food?"

You keep quiet for a second, as he tucks his hand in his pocket to pull his phone out, eyes fixed on the screen as you try to compose yourself. 

It's so annoying, the way he can say stuff like that, make you all flustered, and then pretend like it never happened when he doesn't get the response he wanted.

You continue looking at him, absentmindedly becoming flooded with many different scenarios. Why is he so cocky? You wonder. He thinks just because he's hot, looks like a prince, and knows how to use his words with that seductive tone you're gonna just accept to suck his cock. He probably just did it to brag about it later on and to not let you live it down. He probably knows you have some hots for him at this point and just wants to tease you. He's nothing but a jerk, who would've thought he could be so warm and understanding, that he has such a melodic laugh and smells amazing all the time. It's basically impossible for someone so annoying to feel like home, and you're probably crazy for wanting to be around him at all times.

Look at him, with his black hair looking so soft yet a bit messy for running his fingers through it repeatedly, nibbling on his own lip in concentration as his long lashes gently touch the smooth skin of his cheek. He's still staring at his phone, how dare he? Looking perfect just like that after making you almost choke on your own spit? As if you would ever admit you've actually imagined yourself between his legs, with those lips he's biting being parted as moans fall from them, his Adam's apple bobbing as your tongue just swi–

"Hey." He speaks again, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I asked if you wanted to order food."

You clear your throat and nod.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."

He nods, looking down at his phone again.

"Good. I'll order some spicy cheese tteokbokki." 

"Cool."

Jeonghan looks up at you.

"You good?" He asks, and you nod again.

"Yup. All good."

But that’s nothing but a lie. Maybe it’s hot in there, indeed. You gulp, running your hands over your face at the realization of your own thoughts. This is ridiculous. You definitely won't fall into his trap tonight. 

Unbeknownst to you, he acknowledges your body language, and that’s exactly why he smirks again when you’re not looking, shaking his head to himself.

Jeonghan is currently washing the dishes, you’re both done eating and you continue sitting on the same chair. Your leg bounces in anxiety as your eyes remain glued to his back. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and the domesticity of it all makes your skin crawl.

Or maybe it’s just goosebumps.

You don’t know why you haven’t been able to stop thinking about his stupid offer when it’s been more than three hours and he probably just forgot about it anyway.

But how could you forget it? You’re terrified to even admit the fact that you’re feeling heated and curious. He’s your friend, whether you flirt with each other or not.

You hear a loud sigh from his mouth as he dries his hands with a towel, placing it back on the countertop before finally turning around and placing his palms at the edge of the furniture.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or not?”

You blink twice, eyes flying to his face.

“What?”

He brings his hand up and runs it through his hair to push it back.

“You’ve been acting all weird most of the evening. You keep zoning out, stuttering, and bouncing your leg. I know you well enough, what’s disturbing you?”

You let out a nervous chuckle, trying to play it cool.

“Nah it’s nothing. I’m just stressed. School has been rough.”

He hums.

“Well, you weren’t like this when I arrived. Is it because of the blowjob thing?”

“N-no. It’s not. I had forgotten about it already.”

Lying through your teeth again, coward.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He says, approaching the table where you’re sat at. “I don’t know, I thought we had enough trust in each other. I guess I pushed my limits.”

“No, seriously.” You’re quick to say, standing up. He watches your every move as you walk around the table. “I trust you. I swear. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, it’s just-”

He places his palm at the top of your head and you look up. He’s not the tallest, but he’s considerably taller than you, and it’s in moments like this when you notice the height difference.

“I told you to forget about it, didn’t I?” He smiles. “Don’t be silly and stop that little head of yours from going crazy.”

You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, hesitating before you finally speak.

“I wanna do it, that’s the problem.”

His expression suddenly changes, and he looks both taken aback and confused.

“You do?” He asks. “Why is that a problem, then?”

You groan and tilt your head back in frustration.

“Because we’re friends!” You whine. “Isn’t this… Crossing the boundaries?” 

Jeonghan chuckles.

“Why are you so scared of crossing boundaries when you just said you want to do it?” He asks back. “The question is, do you want to do it for the sake of learning, or because you want me?”

You feel your stomach sinking down to your feet at his question. Should you admit the truth? or should you keep it hidden?

“... Both?”

Jeonghan smiles, caressing your head.

“Then don’t be afraid.” He states. “Nothing wrong with exploring your sexuality with someone you trust and are attracted to. That makes two of us.” He shrugs. “Our friendship is going to be just fine.”

You keep silent for a moment, your thoughts being mixed and the lines get blurred. You know this is way too risky, but he just said he feels attracted to you as well. You know you’d regret it forever if you don’t accept the offer. It’s a win-win situation, isn’t it?

"Okay." You finally say with a sigh, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Once inside, he closes the door shut behind him, hands in his pockets as you sit at the edge of your bed, waiting for his instructions.

“I’ll ask again, are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod.

"No, doll. Use your words." He demands. "Say you want to suck me off and I'll believe it."

“What? Do you get off to that or something? You’re such a pig.”

Jeonghan pushes the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek, annoyed by your sudden brattiness.

“You really want to talk back after admitting you want to suck me off?” He laughs ironically. “Act all tough as if I couldn’t notice the way you kept rubbing your thighs together while checking me out?”

"Are you trying to humiliate me?

He chuckles, stepping close to you. He takes a hold of your chin between his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Not at all, love. Now, why don’t you let your guard down so we can be nice to each other and make this a wonderful experience? Or would you rather keep running your mouth so I can make sure to leave you all hot and bothered?"

Your cheeks burn, pouting.

"I’m no–” You begin, and he cocks a brow at you before you groan. “Fine. I do.”

“Do what, baby?”

“Want to suck you off.” You play along, thinking that maybe it’ll make everything better. “Please?”

He hisses.

"Fuck. So hot."

He stretches out his hand for you to take and help you up, which you accept. He caresses your head and smiles.

“Do you trust me?”

All the teasing and inherent lust are nowhere to be seen, eyes full of fondness, telling you that no matter what you decide if you want to stop or move forward with this farfetched plan, it’ll be just fine.

You smile back, looking up at him. Your connection is palpable, electric. You nod your head with no hint of hesitancy, truthfully making his heart jump inside his chest.

“I trust you, Jeonghan.” You say. “Always.”

A reassuring nod of his head accompanies a gentle smile before he places his hand on your shoulder. 

"Down on your knees."

As soon as you obey his command, he starts fumbling with his belt, but you grab his hands to stop him midway. He looks at you confused, and you smile up at him.

“Please, let me do it.”

You can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs before he nods, dropping his hands to his sides. You move your hands up and unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants to reveal his boxer briefs. You nervously place your hand on his clothed, semi-hard cock and start palming him, squeezing him enough for his jaw to clench. You run your tongue over your lower lip, his expression increasing your arousal to a level you’ve never reached before.

"Am I doing okay, Hannie?" You ask in feign innocence just to tease him, batting your lashes prettily. You do it on purpose, and he is well aware, but the effect is pretty much still the same. You bring your fingers to the waistband of his briefs, gently pulling them down to his thighs and letting his cock spring free. Your pupils blow at the sight of the pearlescent drops spilling from his slit, biting your lip in nervousness as your eyes go back to his face.

"Fuck, so pretty. You look so innocent, come here." He groans, tangling his fingers on your hair and pulling you up to your feet before he crashes his lips with yours in a kiss that steals your breath away. 

This is the first time something like this happens, the first time you do something further than just hugging or holding hands as friends do, but none of you seem to care as the sudden craving for each other invades both of your senses. He kisses you deeper, his head tilting as one of his arms wraps around your waist to pull you closer. You feel it then, his length hard as a rock against your stomach while his tongue presses against yours. What an euphoric feeling it is, the one of his mouth against yours molding so deliciously that you’re sure you won’t be able to forget it ever again.

Your head spins as Jeonghan constantly nibbles and sucks on your lower lip and your tongue, the moans that slip against his mouth do nothing but turn him on before he finally breaks the kiss, panting as he gently pushes you down on your knees again. Both of you panting, lips red and swollen, and looking at each other with dark, hooded eyes.

"Time to put those pretty lips to work on something else, love.” He says, cupping your chin gently and caressing the skin of your jaw. “Start playing with your tongue, lick all over it, around it, whatever you want, like when you suck on a lollipop, yeah? Don’t be scared."

You nod, leaning forward and shyly placing kitten licks on the tip, tasting the salty fluid that proves how turned on he actually is. He keeps his gaze glued to you and gestures for you to keep going with a nod of his head, combing your hair with his fingers.

You start to let loose and think about his words. It is like a lollipop, and you’re familiar with the way you’d eat one. You then start swirling your tongue around the head, slowly hollowing your cheeks and encasing it in the warmth of your mouth before releasing it and licking from the head down to the base. Jeonghan can't help but moan, and you feel encouraged, powerful. Your hands are placed on his thighs and you can feel the muscles flex the more you explore.

"That’s it, baby, just like that." He trails off. "Such a naughty tongue. You’re doing amazing." His teeth sink into his lip, and truth be told, it’s the most erotic, hot scene you've ever seen. "Can you try getting it a bit deeper into your mouth for me? Careful, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Following his instructions, you slide his dick in your mouth. Starting to experiment and alternate between hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, you keep swirling your tongue around him as you decide to let your hands play with him at the same time. He presses his eyes shut, throwing his head back.

And holy shit. He’s so fucking hot you have to press your thighs together.

A trail of curses rolls off his tongue as his chest heaves. His hand goes to the back of your head and you feel his hips roll against your mouth ever so slowly.

“So good to me, baby.” He moans. “Taking me so well in your little mouth.”

Enjoying his compliment, you get confident enough to push him as far as possible to the back of your throat, spit running down your chin and hands stroking him in rhythm. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, biting his lip as his thumb wipes the spit away from your chin.

“So messy.” He breathes. “Just the way I like it.”

Jeonghan starts to lose himself in the feeling, hips thrusting into your mouth automatically. You feel him twitch as he grabs a handful of your hair and starts to fuck your throat. You try your best to take it, but soon you have tears running down your cheeks as the gag reflex kicks in. He opens his eyes wide when you let out a whimper, pulling back and looking remorseful.

"Shit. I'm sorry, sugar. I got carried away, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asks, leaning down a bit to cup your face, his expression is filled with such concern and genuine care that it warms your heart. Shaking your head, you smile.

"I'm okay, don't worry." You assure him, not giving him time to say something else before you slide him back into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks again and increase your pace, alternating between bobs of your head and your hands massaging around the area. Jeonghan lets out the loudest moan of the day, and you can feel your underwear sticking to you like a second skin, dripping wet by the sounds he makes and the way he's so fucked out for you.

He starts to get louder, shaky hands still placed on the back of your head, groans and grunts falling from his mouth until he finally shots his seed down your throat. You keep sucking him as he rides out of his orgasm, and then you pull back, swallowing.

He's panting, trying to catch his breath, and looking down at you. You wipe the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand and smile innocently, standing up.

"Was I good, Hannie?"

Jeonghan sucks a breath in through his teeth, pulling you by the nape of your neck and kissing you unexpectedly. You tangle your fingers in his dark hair and moan against his mouth, skin burning under your clothes. 

He slowly walks you to the edge of your bed, laying you down on your mattress without breaking the kiss, resting on his side and running his fingers down your neck, chest, stomach, and finally spreading your legs, one of them resting on top of his.

His slender digits rub gentle circles on your inner thighs, impulsing you to bite on his lower lip and gaining a gentle grunt in response.

“Please touch me.” You plead against his mouth, and he pulls back from the kiss just barely, gasping mere inches away.

And he complies with the reassurance of your eyes. He goes back to kiss your lips and unbuttons your shorts, pushing them down along with your undergarments with the help of the lifting of your hips. The piece of clothing is quickly discarded as his hand explores the warmth of your thighs, running up slowly and spreading you open again.

You gasp at the first contact of his finger between your folds, as he runs it up and down slowly, smoothly enough to almost make you dizzy. Jeonghan breaks the kiss and looks down to the place where his hand is working, eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-swollen, and tongue repeatedly wetting them. He then looks at you as he tests the waters, circling your entrance and gently sliding his finger, eyes glued to your face to watch the way you react to him.

“Look at you.” He coos, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. “So warm, so wet and tight. Driving the both of us crazy with so little.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to your lips, his gaze still fixated on yours. You take the hint and enclose your mouth on his coated digits, running your tongue around them and subtly sucking. He bites his lower lip, watching you carefully before he takes his fingers out of your mouth, and brings them to his to do the same. He presses the tip of his digits against his tongue, sucking on them in slow motion, setting your body on fire by just the sight.

You watch him in awe, wondering how is it possible for someone to look both like a demon and an angel at the same time, glowing under the dim light of your bedside lamp. Your arousal leaks from between your thighs, and you so desperately want to press them together you feel you could cry. Thankfully, he notices soon enough, smirking before sliding his fingers back into your core.

His pace is quicker this time, in and out, in and out. His name falls from your lips like a mantra, in the rhythm of the lewd sounds caused by your own slick and his wrist movements.

You feel his hardened length against your thigh, and you move your leg to rub it against it as you rut your hips against his hand. He moans under his breath, cursing and praising you to no end. He goes down to kiss your lips, then down to your neck and collarbones.

He can feel the clenching of your walls as your climax approaches. He looks up at you and smiles, increasing his movements and enjoying way too much your fucked out expression.

“Gonna cum for me?”

You arch your back and nod, teeth sinking in your lip and hand wrapping around his wrist.

“God yes, I’m so close.”

“Go on and make a mess on my hand.”

You desperately reach for his neck and pull him down into another kiss, your moans swallowed by his mouth as you come. He continues pumping his fingers to help you ride out of your orgasm, sliding them out as soon as you start squirming from overstimulation.

Jeonghan once again brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, eyes on you as he does so. You pant, trying to catch your breath.

Then he pulls his fingers away and smiles, and your heart flutters. This is not good.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, standing up right away. Propping yourself on your elbows, you ask him:

“Where are you going?”

Glancing at you from over his shoulder as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt, he chuckles.

“To clean you up, what else?”

“What about–” You ask, looking down between his legs and he follows your gaze. He shrugs.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He assures, disappearing into the bathroom to grab a wet towel.

He comes back soon after and cleans you up carefully, picking some clean clothes from your closet and helping you put them on.

You’re both laying on your bed, cuddling with your head on his chest. Your heart feels swollen, and you can’t stop smiling as he plays with your fingers.

“So?” 

He looks at you when you break the silence, a gentle smile on his face.

“So, how do you feel?”

You smile, burying your face against his chest.

“Really good.”

“I’m glad.”

“What about you?”

He hums, moving his hand to run his fingers through your hair, making you sleepy.

“Amazing.”

“And are we okay?”

Jeonghan chuckles, looking down to meet your gaze as you stare up at him

“Of course.” He promises, flicking your forehead with his fingers. “I’m still your best friend, and now you can put to practice what you learned today with another guy.”

Your smile vanishes, and you turn your head to rest your cheek on his chest again. A feeling of disappointment invades you, suffocating, just like being thrown to the ocean with a rock chained to your ankle. Hopeless.

“Sure.” You mutter softly, eyes stinging in secrecy, in bitter disappointment.

You should’ve known better, you silly girl. He stated your friendship wouldn’t change and he plans on keeping his word, what were you expecting? And it should be what you wanted, it should be relieving for you.

But it’s not, cause you knew it’d change. It was bound to happen that the smallest act of intimacy would push your real feelings up to the surface. Yet you still let him in, make you feel special, and feed your own delusions of this story having a happy ending when you two didn’t even make it past the synopsis.

And now you’re supposed to pretend like you feel nothing at all, when instead, you feel everything.

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that night that keeps replaying in your brain like a memorized song.

Idealistically, you’d say everything has stayed the same way. Your friendship with Jeonghan, your mental state, and even your heart.

But realistically, it’s nothing like that.

Sleepless nights, inappetence, and a constant heaviness in your chest make you nauseous and empty. 

The first couple of days you tried your best to keep it cool, swallowing the bitter taste on your tongue of this unrequited feeling that keeps haunting you every time air fills up your lungs.

He hasn’t changed one bit, and it burns in your heart to know this illicit affair the both of you shared meant absolutely nothing to him, especially whenever you spot him fooling around with other girls. So for your own sake and in a desperate try to give yourself a little peace, you started to avoid him as much as possible.

If he texts you, your replies are short and concise. If he calls you, you don’t answer and later say you fell asleep. If you see him across the campus, you turn on your heels and go in the opposite direction.

Of course, it wouldn’t take long for him to realize something’s up and try to confront you about it.

Friday at noon, you’re in front of your school building with Kino, a sweet, nice guy you met one day at some random art conference. You two hit it off rather quickly, and you can’t lie to yourself and say he doesn’t have this charming, beautiful smile that sends heat up to your cheeks.

He asked you out to dinner, tomorrow at eight to be precise, and you accepted because maybe it’s time for you to move on. If Yoon Jeonghan’s traces don’t want to erase from you, then maybe you should just let them be washed away by a rain of kisses from someone else’s lips.

Jeonghan watches you from afar. You’re standing there with the same guy he’s been seeing you around lately, way too regularly for his liking while continuously telling him you’re too occupied to catch up with him. He wonders who he is or where he came from, a pang of annoyance building in his chest at the thought of said man becoming his replacement. You’re smiling shyly as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, as beautiful and innocent as only you could ever be, a flower in the middle of a rotten field, needing protection. This guy is holding your hand, thumb rubbing circles in the back of it, and Jeonghan wonders how dare he touch you like that, probably muttering out promises he’s never going to keep.

Your friend isn’t stupid, he’s well aware of your attempts to stay away from him despite not wanting to fully accept it. At the end of the day, he will always excuse anything you do, because to him, you’d never do wrong.

Whatever he feels, he can’t put his finger on, but before he can think about it rationally, his feet make their way to you with long strides. The first one to acknowledge his presence is your companion, brows furrowing in both discomfort and confusion as Jeonghan suddenly drapes his arm around your shoulders, screaming possessiveness he doesn’t really have the right to own.

“Sup, sugar?”

You turn your head, scowling at your friend as he smiles at you, eyes flicking between you and Kino, who’s quick to drop your hand and tuck his own into his pocket.

You look at him, moving away from Jeonghan’s arms and deep down wanting to kick his sheen. Clearing your throat, you smile apologetically at your future date, ready to let any possible explanations for him not to think there’s something else behind this story.

“Kino, this is Jeonghan, my–”

“Her best friend.” He interrupts with a puffing chest and challenging tone in his voice that does nothing but make your blood boil. You know what he’s trying to do, and you won’t let him.

Kino says nothing, only nods in his direction like some kind of polite greeting, a stoic expression on his face before he looks back at you and his eyes soften.

“Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“At eight?” You smile as he steps backward, hands gripping his bag’s handle.

“O’clock.” He grins, waving goodbye.

As you return the gesture, Jeonghan turns in your direction to fully face you. You glare at him, staying silent for a second before starting to walk away.

But he clasps his hand around your wrist and stops you in your tracks when you’re about to walk past him.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I have class.” You say, trying to swat his hand away and leave, but once again, he stops you.

“Figures.” He says. “Will you tell me why you’re avoiding me now?”

“I am not.” You state. “I’m busy.”

“Yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “You seem to have forgotten that I know you well enough to notice when something’s off.” He continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not picking up when I call you, short responses to my messages, and I barely see you around as if I hadn’t seen you every day for over two years at the same places.”

“That means nothing.” You shrug. “We just haven’t coincided.”

Jeonghan scoffs, large hands placed on his hips.

“Sure. And you’re definitely not flirting with a guy all lovey-dovey.”

You quirk a brow, looking into his eyes.

“And what do you care about it?”

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“How? With kindness? Fondness maybe?”

Jeonghan lets out a sarcastic chuckle.

“He clearly only wants to get into your pants. Are you that eager to put into practice what you did with me?”

Wow, that was a low blow.

“Excuse me?”

Jeonghan smiles, but it’s not hard to read between the lines.

“Hit a nerve?” He deadpans. “It doesn’t seem like you’re that busy, then. Just casually busy for me.” 

You meet his gaze, throat tightening as you fight the urge to punch him in the face for knowing you so well, yet still not knowing anything at all. Taking a deep breath, you tilt your head back and close your eyes, trying to keep your composure, although failing, you open your eyes to glare at him again, jaw clenching as you ask:

“What the fuck do you mean by that? Are you implying I’m desperate to go suck someone else off now?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He retaliates, and it fucking stings. “You’re not going on a date with him, are you?”

You let out a humorless laugh. What a nerve this man has.

“Wow, you’re a fucking asshole.” You shake your head in disbelief, a bitter smile playing on your lips before continuing. “I am. What are you gonna do about it? What is it to you anyway?”

Jeonghan is getting annoyed by your attitude, tongue pocking the inside of his cheek before he speaks again.

"You’re too sexy, beautiful, and it’s not your fault that he’s into you. I meant no disrespect, but you can't possibly want to go out with that guy, come on."

"And why not?”

Jeonghan sighs, stepping forward and placing his hands on your shoulders.

"You just met him. He knows nothing about you, he won’t treat you the way you deserve."

"Why wouldn't he?” You quickly argue. “As far as I know, time means nothing when you actually like someone. What’s so wrong with it in your eyes? Is it because he knows what he wants? Because he admits he likes me? Because he actually gathered the courage to ask me out? Pretty sure he could treat me better than anyone has ever done."

He quirks a brow at you, a smile dripping with sarcasm and irony plastered on his face as he continues.

“What are you implying, sugar?” He asks. “Are you trying to tell me something? As far as I know, you’re the one who has been trying to pretend like I don’t exist since that night.”

You take a deep breath through your nose. The temptation of yelling at him is almost overpowering you as you move his hands off your shoulders.

“I’m not implying anything, I’ll say it loud and clear for you. This is none of your business.” You spit. “Whoever I date shouldn’t really concern you.”

He gives you a quizzical look, a scowl that screams disbelief in his prince-like features, clearly displeased by the situation.

“What the fuck is wrong with you now? I’m your best friend, I’m just worried about you. Do you think I’m not hurt by the way you’ve been treating me lately?”

You snicker, shaking your head in disbelief. How dare he use that card on you after ruining everything with his own hands? You may have agreed to it, but he was the real intellectual author of this crime.

"Now you’re hurt? Come on, Jeonghan."

He’s taken aback, confusion and hurt plastered on his face whether he wants to pretend, like he always does, that everything’s okay. He should know that you can read him as much as he can read you.

“Of course I am, what do you mean? Do you think I wanted my best friend to kick me out of her life out of nowhere? I thought we both agreed on it not changing anything."

"I see you're still in denial." You smile bitterly, unshed tears burning in your eyes and threatening to fall. "The only reason I agreed to do this was because I thought you'd realize everything the way I did. We're not best friends anymore, Jeonghan. Hell, I doubt we’re even friends. Friends don't do this kind of shit. It's bullshit, Jeonghan, bullshit."

"What am I supposed to do, then? Is this it?” He fights back. “Why didn’t you say no? Why don’t you make it clear to me? What are you telling me?"

"My gosh, you’re so dense.” You mutter. “I didn’t say no because I want you, because I love you so fucking much and it took so little for me to realize the way I truly feel about you, but what I got from you was another push into the friend zone. You know things changed. You knew they would, I knew they would." You raise your voice. “Friends don't kiss, don't get intimate. Friends don’t touch each other the way we did." You add exasperatedly, running your fingers through your hair. "Friends don't flirt, or get jealous."

"No. I'm not jealous."

"Is that all you heard from everything I said? And if so, then why the fuck would you come around when I’m talking to a guy who’s obviously interested in me, with all that cockiness and placing your arm around me as if marking territory? What were you trying to prove? That you’re capable of putting my world upside down and then pretend like nothing ever happened? Am I your discarded trash and that’s it?” Truthfully, you weren’t planning on saying all of this, and he clearly wasn’t expecting to hear it either, judging by the dumbfoundedness on his face. You probably said more than you should have, but it sort of feels relieving, like a weight lifted off your shoulders. With a sigh, you press the bridge of your nose with your fingers before saying: "You know what? I got tired of waiting for you to wake the fuck up and see in front of your nose."

“What?” He asks lowly with a frown that instantly fades when the realization finally seems to hit. His eyes soften and his expression falls. “No, sugar, did you fa–” He tries to say, lifting his hand to cup your face, but you step back.

He mutters your name, eyes glued to you and sorrowful. Still, you cut him off.

"It doesn’t matter.” You state. “I'm going on that date with this sweet and cute guy who actually likes me, and guess what? He didn’t have to get his dick sucked to know it, yet you got yours and still realized nothing. It’s my final decision, whether you approve of it or not." You say, stepping closer to him to stare deeply into his big brown eyes.  "Maybe it's time for you to be the one whose reality hits this time."

And just like that, you walk past him. Shoulder not-so-accidentally bumping into his as you do so. Jeonghan is very much lost, almost in a daze as he processes what you just said. With a hand pushing his bangs back, he sighs and shakes his head, walking away in the opposite direction this time.

Jeonghan sits at a bar, hand firmly clasped around his glass of whiskey neat. His gaze is fixated on the liquid, mind zoning out to places it probably shouldn’t be going.

“Sounds like a big fuck up, my guy.” His friend says, sitting across from him at the same table. “From what you’ve told me, it seems pretty clear to me that she’s in love with you.”

“How did I end up here?” Jeonghan asks rhetorically. “I shouldn’t have suggested us to do anything.”

Joshua sighs.

“Look.” He speaks, and Jeonghan looks up. “I think the only problem is that you seem to be holding onto your pride instead of holding onto her.” He shrugs, taking a sip of his own drink. Jeonghan tilts his head in confusion.

“How come? I was the one to approach her, she’s been avoiding me like the plague.”

“Yet you still haven’t faced the fact that she’s right and you were rotting in jealousy.” Joshua reasons. “In my opinion, you need to come to terms with your own feelings, then maybe, just maybe, you’ll have a chance to redeem yourself.”

“I think it’s too late for that.” Jeonghan sighs. “She wants nothing to do with me.”

Joshua smirks. 

“And when have you given up on something you truly want?” Joshua stretches out his hand to pat his shoulder. “Don’t hand her over to him before giving a fight first.”

To say those words got engraved into Jeonghan’s brain would be an understatement. Indeed, he hasn’t been able to fully focus on anything other than trying to come to terms with whatever he feels.

Is he jealous? He’d say no, but then again he remembers the way you were looking at that guy and he feels his stomach sink. Not only did the words you said hurt him indescribably, but the thought of someone else taking you away from him, cuts like knives.

In reality, you’re right. He’s been trying to deny to himself that what happened between the two of you flipped a switch. He’s been terrified to acknowledge something that could be so strong, afraid of ruining your bond… But while trying to protect it, he ended up damaging it even more.

As he lays on his back, looking up at the ceiling in the middle of the day, he feels overwhelmed with all the thoughts running through his head. You’re probably getting ready for your date with a guy who, unlike him, isn’t scared to give you the place you deserve in his life. You will probably look gorgeous, and he will be ready to hold your hand and show you off, making everyone around him jealous that he’s got you and they didn’t.

You’re certainly more than a gift from the heavens. Sweet, smart, and so passionate. Anyone would be lucky to have you around, to be loved by you.

With all the power of a symphony, that’s how his heart beats when you’re holding him. Will you kiss that guy the way you kissed him? Will he be able to run his fingers through your hair as you rest your head on his chest, holding you so tight the way he did so many times? 

Jeonghan sits up and repeatedly runs his fingers through his hair in total despair, hysterical as the sinking feeling gets worse by the second. His breath becomes erratic. He doesn’t like the idea at all.

His chest feels so heavy, the emptiness pushing him into desperation. He fucked up, didn’t he? He curses under his breath. “Idiot.” He says. This feeling has to have a name. Is he in love with you? Had all of that been a simple and poor excuse for him to finally make the move he, apparently was dying to make deep down? How long was it going to take for him to realize he’s in love with you? This is more than just simple jealousy. This is a necessity to change the end of this story. Even if he doesn’t get to have you in the end, even if he’s not deserving of a second change -which he’s sure he’s not- at the very least, he will leave with his head up high, knowing he finally said how he felt.

He never meant to hurt you or make you feel like he didn’t care about you. His plan never was to make it seem that what you shared was meaningless. Indeed, he cares, he’s cared about it so much it’s been getting hard to be around you. There’s so much he could’ve said, but he still chose to hide the feelings and look away.

He shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t be hating the thought of you being loved and worshipped by another man. He does, but he hates himself more for not telling you how much you mean when he had the chance to.

He doesn’t know how to be fine with it when he’s not. He doesn’t know how to make this feeling stop.

Since that day, he’s tried his best to let go of you, but now he realizes he doesn’t really want to. He can’t sit around and let him win now.

So he stands up and grabs his jacket, exiting his house in a hurry.

He jumps into his car and turns the engine on. Looking at the watch on his wrist, he hopes it’s not too late for him. Hands gripping tightly on the steering wheel, he presses the pedal smoothly, cursing at every red light in the way that delays his arrival.

As soon as he parks in front of your porch, he turns the car off and hops off, making his way to your door and knocking on the wooden surface. The lights are still on, you probably haven’t left yet.

Nervousness knocks the air out of his lungs, his mouth feels dry and his hands are sweaty, but he’s determined. You open the door, your smile vanishing at the sight of him. It hurts to know that you’re not happy to see him anymore.

“What are you doing here?” That is all you ask. You look beautiful, as beautiful as only you could be. Jeonghan’s hands ball into fists.

“Can we talk?”

“I’m gonna leave soon.” You say, and he’s desperate, hopeless. Still, he tries to stay calm.

“It won’t take long.” He assures, and you sigh before moving aside to let him in.

He walks into your home, taking his shoes off with his hands deeply tucked into his pockets. The two of you make your way to the kitchen, where you have your purse and your phone ready. You don’t look at him and he doesn’t look at you either, preferring to lean against the sink as he thinks about the right words to say.

“So? What do you want to talk about?” You ask, and after taking a deep breath he turns around. His eyes are on you, detailing every inch of your being under the kitchen lights.

He shouldn’t see you, but he can’t move, he can’t look away. He keeps silent, words way too heavy on his tongue for him to just let them roll-off. You frown before you look up, confused by his behavior. You really can’t deal with him and his indecisiveness right now.

“Listen, if you won’t speak, then I’d appreciate if you could l-”

“Don’t go on that date.” He cuts you off, stepping forward. Your scowl grows deeper.

“What?”

He steps forward and pushes you against the wall, back hitting against the granite. His face is inches away from yours, and you should push him away, but you can’t find the will to do so.

“Don’t go.” He repeats. “Please.”

You’re frustrated, mad at him and his selfishness. Placing your hands on his chest, you try to push him back.

“Did you really come here just to ask me not to go? Seriously, Jeonghan. What a fucking nerve, I already told you, I–”

He doesn’t move, body heavy like an anchor as his hands move to your wrists and immobilize them with one. His free hand, however, cups your face instead. You’re taken aback, and you hate to admit the way your skin is set aflame under his touch once again. You look into his eyes, and his dark orbs are strong yet filled with vulnerability.

“Stop pushing me away. I’m–” 

"No! Stop it. It's always like this, you're selfish and want everyone and everything to go your way. You like having me wrapped around your finger that much?"

"No. Please let me speak."

"I don't wanna hear it." You try pushing him away again, shaking his shoulders when he doesn't budge. "I'm so sick of it, seriously. Did I have to give you such an ultimatum for you to suddenly have an epiphany or what?"

"I know, but it's not like that. I'll explain, I–"

You interrupt him again and continue rambling, on and on, with Jeonghan repeatedly asking you to hear him out. When it doesn't work, he lets out a frustrated sigh, rolls his eyes and finally leans down to smash his lips with yours.

You freeze, eyes closing and lips kissing back on autopilot. Your fingers curl onto the fabric of his jacket, bristling at the taste of his lips.

It is, however, short-lived. He pulls back before you can melt into his mouth. Eyes opening, you stare at him, still dazed.

You react right after, lifting your hand to slap him across the face. But he’s quicker, stopping you mid-way with his fingers around your wrist.

"Easy, kitten.” He smirks. “Nice one, trying to slap me? You’re so hot when you get mad, makes me want to make you mine, but for real this time.” He breathes, wetting his lips. “I’m sorry, I had to stop you. You kept running that mouth of yours and forced me to shut you up." His thumb runs over your lower lip. "Now, can you please hear me out? If you still want me out after doing so, I will leave you alone."

You're unable to speak, head still spinning due to the unexpected kiss and his dirty words. Knowing you can’t really do much, and ignoring the pooling arousal between your legs, you nod, and he smiles at you, satisfied.

“Listen, I'm sorry.” He begins. "I’ve spent enough hours thinking about what you said for this feeling to keep me up at night. If I could turn back the time, I would.”

His gentle voice in strong contrast to his previous actions, and the aftertaste of his kiss makes you weak, so unbearably frail under his eyes you need to turn your head to look away, not wanting to succumb to the love you feel for him all over again.

“Jeonghan, please let go of me, I–”

His grip on you tightens, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes. “No, I’m not finished. I know he deserves you more than I do, and shit I’m sorry I hurt you, I never meant to.” He explains. “I know I’m an asshole, and I will accept the blame. I know I said horrible things, but I was jealous, I am still jealous. And to be fair, I wonder why I’ve waited so long, when looking back I realize it was always there, but never spoken. Tell me, what do I need to do? There’s no one else for me, and you should know that."

Your expression softens, your chest swells and you don’t know if you should feel relieved, or mad.

“Why are you doing this now?”

“Because I shouldn’t love you, you know that, right?” He asks. “Friends don’t do that. But I want to, and I do. That’s when I knew we were not friends anymore. If you go on that date, I’ll respect your decision, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t try to stop you.” He sighs. “Just don’t say it’s too late.”

In all the years you’ve known Jeonghan, you’ve never seen him so dejected. He’s never opened up like this or said so many words that could paint him as weak or vulnerable. The rawness of his words manages to let your walls down. You can’t say anything, and you notice he probably takes it as a rejection. You take a deep breath, then look into his eyes again.

“Please, release me.”

He hesitates but finally steps back. His head drops, and your heart clenches, but you have a plan.

You walk around him in slow paces, approaching the table. Your back facing him as you hum.

“Now tell me, why should I cancel my date?” You ask, pointer finger trailing over the edge of the dining table. “He’s been really nice to me, and you haven’t.” You continue, and he looks up at you. “My sweet Jeonghannie, who would've thought you could be so romantic? Sure, your words sound really good, but is that it? Should I just forget what you’ve done and accept you?”

You turn around and stare at him, hand hovering over your phone.

“I already swallowed down my pride and apologized.” He says, hands on his hips. “I also told you I loved you. What else do you need? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?”

You smile.

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” You say, approaching him tentatively. His gaze darkens, piercing into your soul, but the show must go on. “But no, I just want you to say why does it bother you so much if I go out with him? I thought you said I should put what I learned into practice.” You continue, walking around him. His body is tense, and you can notice the way his jaw clenches.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” He admits, voice stern. “I do not want you to do that with anyone else but me.”

You chuckle, standing in front of him again.

“But you do not deserve it.” You spit. “Although I admit I love seeing you so riled up. Are you mad at the thought, Hannie?” You ask in feign innocence, fake honey dripping from your voice as your hand moves up to caress his neck. “Is it because... What did you say? I’m sexy? Beautiful?” You mock his words, hand running down his chest and abdomen. His nostrils flaring, he’s holding back.

But then, he lets out an ironic laugh.

“Are you trying to tease me? Really? When I just told you how I feel?”

You giggle.

“I don’t know, am I?” You say, as your hand traces the waistband of his jeans before finally cupping him into your hand, squeezing the notorious tent in his front tightly. He lets out a groan he’s unable to hold back, and you pout. “You seem to like it, Hannie. Are you aroused because of a little teasing?”

He smirks.

“I can see you’re really testing your fucking luck tonight.”

You squeeze him harder, running your hand up and down. Choked grunts coming from him.

“Mine?” You ask innocently again. “What are you gonna do about it? At the end of the day, I can go out with Kino and you’ll stay here, all alone and with a raging boner. Maybe I really should try it out with him, you know? Make out with him, straddle his hips and then get down on my knees.” You press harder, eyes glued to his face as you wet your lips. “Then I’d suck him off so good, probably even better than I did to you, cause the second time is always better.”

"Shit."

“What is it?” You chuckle. “Don’t like the thought?”

You feel him twitch in your hand seconds before he snaps. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, arm wrapping around your waist and hand holding your chin. 

“Brat.” He smirks. “You’re not going anywhere, and I’m going to fuck the sole idea of sucking someone else’s dick out of your head.”

He barely finishes his sentence when he’s crashing his lips with yours heatedly. This time, you wrap your arms around his neck and succumb into him. The way you teased him not only riled him up, but also you. You’re so turned on that you swear your arousal could be smelled from miles away.

Your tongues touch, nibbling and sucking on each other’s mouth as your fingers pull onto his hair. You’re too far gone, feeling his erection against your stomach. However, and much to your displeasure, he breaks the kiss. You chase for his lips, but he moves back with a smile. One of his hands cups your jaw, meeting your gaze when you open your eyes.

“Call him and cancel the date, now.” He demands. “If you try to be smart again, I’m going to let him in when he arrives so he can see the way I fuck you stupid.” He chuckles. "But you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

A moan threatens to fall from your mouth at his words, as he shoves your phone into your hand. With shaky hands, you dial his number.

As your phone is pressed to your ear, Jeonghan approaches and wraps his arms around you, mouth pressing wet kisses along your neck and shoulder, just to go up and nibble on your earlobe. You swallow when he picks up, trying to sound as call and collected as you possible can.

“Hello? Hey, Kino… I have something to tell you.”

You do feel bad about Kino. He’s cute, he’s gentle and maybe if you weren’t in love with this dumb fuck, you’d give him a chance.

But as you talk to him on the phone, Jeonghan starts kissing your lips, making it a challenge for you to speak properly, forcing you to only hum and pray you won’t let any weird sound as the man in front of you starts groping you.

Seemingly so, the heart wants what it wants.

The door that leads to your bedroom swings open, hands gripping onto Jeonghan's hair as he pushes you to your bed.

His own are teasing, undressing you without his lips ever stopping devouring yours. He unzips your dress and let's it pool down your shoulders to the floor, leaving your underwear on before gently laying you down against the mattress.

His mouth goes down your neck, hands roaming all over your bare skin. Your teeth bite your lower lip, as Jeonghan kisses further down, tongue lapping at the edges, fingers expertly unclasping your bra and letting your chest out in the open.

“I’m going to show you now, brat, why you can’t go to anyone else but me.”

Your legs are wrapped around him, and his hooded eyes are on you as his hands find purchase on your breasts. He smirks, tip of his tongue teasingly pressing against his upper teeth as he kneads the soft skin, thumbs running over your perked buds and eliciting a faint moan to escape from your mouth.

He’s right. No one could ever drive you this wild.

Craving the feeling of his skin against yours, you clumsily move your hands to the hem of his sweater, pushing it up until he gets the hint and pulls it over his head, throwing it with the rest of your clothes.

He takes a break from touching you to get rid of his pants, unbuckling his belt and pushing it down to his ankles, stepping out and climbing back onto the bed.

He goes back to your lips right away, and you shiver, bristle from the mind-blowing, exquisite feeling of his mouth against yours. He knows what he's doing and there's no doubt, he's as good at kissing as he is formulating the right words to either piss you off or tease the hell out of your sanity.

His tongue meets yours, presses down, explores every inch in a desperate urge to taste you. Your fingers of one hand are tangled in his dark locks, while the other one slowly travels town his bare chest to the front of his underwear. He gasps against your mouth as soon as you cup him in your hand, a moan that escapes breaking him away from you and arousing you to an extent you think instant combustion might be a possibility.

You press against him, rubbing your palm up and down as he whimpers, forehead resting in the crook of your neck and ragged breath tickling your burning skin. He's hard, so hard and needy, humid in need of release.

He curses under his breath, rutting his hips against your hand.

"Shit." He moans. "Such a filthy princess. Looking so innocent but using her hands like a goddess." He continues, before he grabs your hand and pushes it underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, wrapping your fingers around his girth and helping you move. “Touch me more. See what you do to me?”

You're the one who whimpers this time, watching him lose his mind by just your hand. He opens his eyes and looks at you, taking a deep breath before he dives in and kisses you once again.

It doesn't take long until the two of you get rid of the last pieces of clothing, leaving you completely exposed, bare and hot against the other.

He parts again from your mouth and spreads your legs open, leaning down and letting his hot breath ghost over your core. He looks up and smirks at your fucked out expression, pointer finger sliding up and down between your folds, coating the digit in your arousal.

He brings his finger then to his lips, sucking it clean just the way he did that time, as he looks at you with his dark orbs and blown pupils. He hums in appreciation before finally planting his mouth between your legs.

You cry out, the movement of his mouth pushing you into a frenzy, lips moving the exact same way as they did while kissing your mouth. His tongue slides up and down, rubs in circles, and even leaves gentle sucks. His fingers join soon after, pumping in an out as he laps at your slit, your hand moving down to bury in his hair and press his face even more against you. You can't help but grind onto his mouth, before he pushes your hips down and forbids you to keep moving.

"Stay still." He orders. "Let me fuck you on my own or you won’t cum. Enough of you playing around today."

You suck in a breath, nodding your head as he holds you still, continuing his ministrations.

You can't think straight. Mind blurry and body alight as he brings you to your first climax followed by chants of his name. 

He goes back to your mouth, not caring about the slick covering his chin as he does so. He takes his time to touch you, to praise you and kiss every part of you.

He grabs his length and easily slides into you, moaning in unison, gripping on your waist as he starts rolling his hips.

Constant movements, moans, grunts, sweat and skin against skin. He makes you his all over again, claiming you like no one else ever could as you squeeze him tight.

He looks like something out of this world. Dreamy, ethereal and breathtaking, as beads of sweat dampen his slim figure. His skin is soft and hot under your touch, dimly illuminated by the moonlight entering from your windows. Head tilted back, mouth agape in pure bliss, melodic sounds and passionate actions to make sure you won’t ever want to look at anyone else from this position. 

He’s perfect, but what you don’t know, is that he thinks the same way about you.

He’s thrilled to have you all to himself, looking so pretty, sweet and sensual. He feels the urge to protect you, love you, to worship the ground you walk on. He could swear he’s never felt this involved with anyone before, he’s never wanted anyone or anything as much as he wants you.

“Fuck, Jeonghan.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” He grunts as he continues thrusting into you. “That’s the only name you should moan. You’re mine, ah- fuck. All mine.”

You never thought he’d be so possessive, but you can’t complain. It is hot, he is hot, and him wanting to have you all to himself, is certainly all you really wanted.

As the pleasure arises, your climax approaches. Your arms are wrapped around him, fingernails running down his skin, leaving red marks that will only remind him of how good he’s making you feel. You keep crying out his name, the knot in your stomach about to burst, clenching over and over around him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re about to milk me now, aren’t you?” He lets out a breathy chuckle, as his fingers wrap around your neck, applying enough pressure to make you lightheaded. “Now tell me, do you think he would’ve been able to fuck you this good?” He asks, snapping his hips even faster. You can only whimper in response.

His free hand moves downward, rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves and causing your back to arch, chest pressed against his.

"Bet he wouldn’t. He won’t be able to handle a brat like you.” He continues his ministrations. “Even if he attempted to and you ever cried out like this while being with him, you would've probably been thinking about me instead, still.” He teases. “You’d have to let him know you want your best friend between your legs to fuck you better, that he's just a replacement, that said best friend is the only one who could turn you into a little bitch in heat and won't hesitate to do so anytime, anywhere.”

You clasp your hand around his wrist as you come, his words pushing you to the edge. Jeonghan grits his teeth and continues, thrusts getting sloppy until he finally shoots his seed inside you. He releases the grip on your neck and collapses atop of you, clammy skins in direct contact as you try to catch your breath.

"You can also let him know said best friend is now something more, and will love you and treat you better than he ever could." He adds against your neck, pressing a warm kiss against your skin right after, pulling a smile onto your face.

Silence fills the room momentarily, as his softening length slides out of you. He pulls you into his body, burying his face into your neck.

You stay like that for a while, until he manages to stand up and go to the bathroom. He runs a bath for you and helps you clean yourself up, subsequently joining you. Once you’re finally laying on your bed under the covers, all fresh and in clean clothes, you’re about to drift off. Jeonghan went downstairs, and you’re already feeling the coldness of his absence.

He comes back soon after, closing the door carefully when he notices you might be sleeping. He turns the lights off and climbs on the other side of your bed, scooting closer and resting on his side.

His lips curl upwards in a soft smile, fondness and adoration in his eyes as his hand moves to run his fingers through your hair, slowly, soothing, loving.

He presses a kiss on your forehead, and once he’s about to pull back, you cup his neck. He looks at you and chuckles.

“Thought you were sleeping.” He says, leaving gentle caresses on your cheeks.

“No, I was waiting for you.” You admit. “I felt cold. Please stay here with me."

You slide your hand up and cup his jaw. Your eyes open to look into his and you smile, melting his heart.

“I got you, my love.” He says, fingers grazing your cheeks. “I won’t go anywhere.”

He doesn’t hesitate, leaning down to kiss your lips.

He makes promises against your mouth, loving words he’s probably never ever said to anyone else, but that are sincere. He can breathe again, this is how it feels to be loved by you.

And he will take your love everywhere he goes.

"I love you, Hannie."

[sw-andor]

Rules Post

How to participate?

Grab the bingo card and start creating! The first prompt in a square is made to be more gen, and the bottom one to be more shippy. But you can write any levels of NSFW, or make the shippy prompts platonic. If you're feeling extra, you can try and combine both prompts.

For exemple, Food — Date could be:

Melshi enjoys his first proper meal after Narkina. (Food)

Cassian and Melshi go on a date on Niamos (Date)

Melshi and Cassian go on a date and stop at a street vendor who sells a specialty from Melshi's homeworld (Food + Date)

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Writing or drawing five (5) prompts, going horizontally, vertically, diagonally, or all four corners + the free square, gives you a Bingo.

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Happy creating! Can't wait to see what you guys do!

[wildfluwer]

Since I last saw you - Adachi Yuto Smut

Notes: smut! Afab Reader, dom/sub mentions, no real powerplay, soft-ish sex.

“We should all head off to bed now.” Yuto says, noticing the time. Kino nods in agreement, standing up walking through to his dorm after saying goodnight.

“You coming with me?” Yuto asks knowingly as you nod and trail behind him. You hear him say it back before you follow Yuto into his room. You’d ben in here before, during the holidays when Yuto stayed here with Wooseok and Yanan.

You sit down on the edge of his bed as he places both your phones to charge, playing some quiet music as he sheds his hoodie.

You remove your shirt and jeans, sliding under the sheets as Yuto slips in beside you. He flicks on the lamp so you’re not in total darkness, rolling onto your side to cuddle into his side. He runs his fingers through your pnytail and you play with the hem of his shirt. He shivers when you slide your hand under it.

You trace the outline of his abs, moving your hand down to the band of his shorts. You notice the bulge in his shorts, teasingly slipping your fingers beneath the band and so his underwear. You hear him take a sharp inhale of air as he waits for you to touch him.

Instead, you sit up, climbing to straddle his legs as you glide your hands over his chest. You pulls his shirt over his head, giving you full access to his toned torso. He watches you intently, letting out a low groan when you glide your fingers over his nipples. You smirk at the noise, doing it again to elicit the same. His hands come up to grip your hips, pulling you down so your core is right above his bulge.

You roll your hips against his, earning a sensual moan as he throws his head back in pleasure. “You’re sensitive.” You notice as he nods and whines as you continue grinding down on him. “Haven’t been able to touch myself in weeks.” He breathes huskily as you play with the waistband of his shorts again. He’s been busy with schedules and the members are always home so he never gets any alone time.

He helps you remove his shorts before rolling you over onto your back and settling between your legs. He grinds his crotch into you again he leans down to press his lips against yours. You don’t fight back when he slips his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, giving him control, knowing full well he’s not as dominant as he may seem.

You close your eyes and listen to the soft moans that consistently leave his mouth as he moves his kisses down your jaw, to your neck. You feel him smirk against your neck when he instantly finds your sweet spot. Though, you get your own back when you tug lightly at his black hair, earning a rather loud groan that makes you giggle.

He swiftly removes the remainder of both of your clothing, tossing them across the room as he slides a hand down your stomach. “Adachi….” You warn when he teasingly rubs your clit. He smirks up at you but before you can wipe it off his face, he’s lining himself up with your core. He watches your face intently as he pushes inside of you, unable to hide his smile at the pretty sounds you make.

However, once he starts moving, he throws his head back and low moans emit from his open mouth. You almost laugh at how quickly he can go from dominant to submissive. You reach up and tug in his hair, bringing his head down to yours where you silence him with your lips. His thrusts start slow but get increasingly deeper and harder. He latches his lips onto your chest, sucking small red hickies as you close your eyes and revel in the feeling.

He brings one hand down to play with your clit as your arms wrap around him. Red marks are left in wake of your nails as you dig them into him and drag them down his back, only adding to his pleasure. “I’m close…” He trails off, squeezing his eyes shut as he chases both of your orgasms. His thrusts rapidly increase in speed as his fingers tug and circle your clit, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Me too.” You tell him, clutching onto his large bicep as he delivers some particularly deep thrusts, tipping you over the edge. He follows you, letting out a loud groan that almost sounds like a growl as you clench around him. He nuzzles his head into your chest, hips stuttering as warm and sticky cum fills you up. He rides out your highs with soft and gentle thrusts before stopping and collapsing on top of you.

“How long since you last came?” You ask him as you run your fingers through his tangled locks. “Since I last saw you.” He admits, breathing hot and heavy as he catches his breath. Aftercare was always like this, a mix of you taking care of him and then him taking care of you. Whilst Yuto definitely isn’t submissive, he either is dominant or like this, sensitive and needy but still able to overpower you and take control.

“You were loud.” You tell him with a chuckle as he pulls out of you and sits up. “That’s why I put music on.” He reminds you with a laugh, briefly leaving the room to grab a wet washcloth. He comes back in, shutting the door behind him as he comes over to clean you up. “We’ll shower tomorrow, I’m too tired tonight.” He says, yawning as he cleans tosses the washcloth with the rest of your clothes.

You move over as he slides into bed beside you, pulling the sheets up to cover you both. You roll over and Yuto pulls you into his side. You’re too tired to resist so you lay an arm over his chest, resting your head against his side. You don’t fall asleep until you hear his breathing even out, signalling that he’s asleep.

[mino-diabolik]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

Tagged by: @kindan-no-kanojo ✨

Name:

Danny

Pronouns:

She/Her

Preferences of communication:

Ask box or replies on posts. I rarely take to DMs, unless it’s to ask or respond to specific questions.

Name of Muses:

Mystic Tsukinami and Kazuha Tsukinami. (I also sometimes role as DJ, Elle Laurent, the Tsukinami brothers, Kino, and Yuuri.)

Experience/How long (Months/years)?:

Little more than 4 years.

Platforms you’ve used:

Tumblr has always been my primary roleplay place. I’ve used Discord a few times but only with friends of mine and mostly for non-serious threads. (I say mostly, because goddamn. Some of those—)

Best experience:

I’m not sure. Probably just any time I am able to find an interesting relationship between my characters and the other party, in a sense that I enjoy their dynamic and situation right off the bat. Instead of it just being a “this has been going on for a while and I have no idea where it’s going”.

RP Pet Peeves/Dealbreakers:

Bad grammar and odd layouts. Which I mean, everyone has their own style or has trouble with the language but that is something I have been pretty picky about even when I start reading something. I won’t cut off the thread simply because of that, of course, but it is something that irks me a bit.

Constantly being on me about responding to a thread. It’s just gonna make me not want to respond to it more, guys—

Also—mega dealbreaker—if they don’t read my rules. I’ve had a few of those of late, so I posted a few reminders for that (not to mention that has been in the blog’s bio for quite some time) so hopefully it’ll be able to clear off soon enough. (This sounds rude of me, and I’m sorry about that, but I just wanted to make note of it;;;)

Fluff, angst, or smut?:

Oh, yes—

Plot of memes:

I use memes as a base for the plot sometimes, yeah, but never really draw out what will happen. The unpredictability of some interactions is what makes it so fun to me.

Long or short replies:

Depends on my partner’s replies and how invested I am on the storyline. (I often try to match the other party’s length.)

Best time to write:

When inspiration strikes. That’s when I can sit down and type away the easiest.

Are you like your muse?:

I’d say I’m the most similar to Mystic in a sense of hobbies and preferences, but not in the slightest when we talk about physical description (god, I wish lmao).

[tinyverse-writes]

irresistible (yanan)

pairing: non-idol!yanan x fem reader

genre: smut (dni if minor)

contains: mentions of alcohol, masturbation, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m receiving), dirty talk (slight) , size kink, spanking (slight), light bondage, yanan calls you sweetie during sex, y/n is head over heels to yanan, yanan being irresistible as hell

synopsis: it's your friend's wedding and you're invited as one of her bridesmaids. aside from witnessing them share their vows, there's another reason why you're excited for the wedding; seeing yanan and not just that, but yanan in a suit which had you go insane and ended up in your hotel room, disturbing the newlyweds next door with your noises ;)

word count: 4.6k words

a/n: this turns out much longer than i expected 😶 i actually expected this to be 3k+ words but i never thought it would be two times longer than my kino oneshot which is related to this. anyways, happy birthday to our shanghai prince yanan! 🥳

grammatical errors and mistakes ahead

nothing's stopping you now and your sudden boost of confidence due to the intense amount of alcohol intake you had as you strut your way towards the tall man that you've been eyeing for since you came to the venue of the wedding. all the flirting that you two shared along with alcohol brings you on the bed of your hotel room, whimpering, writhing, and moaning underneath him. but how did you exactly get there?

"i expect you to be there to be one of my bridesmaids y/n! and yanan is there~ hyunggu invited him." your friend said when she came to your house, handing you an invitation for her wedding which will take place a few months later. of course you can't say no to your friend because you, yourself are very glad that she and hyunggu are about to start a new chapter of their lives as a couple but there's also another reason aside from that. the moment his name rolled out from your friend's lips saying that he's coming as well, your smile got wider as you told her, "of course i will totally be there! can't wait to witness you two finally marrying each other!".

you and your friend talked for a while before she left to hand the rest of the invitation to the guests. as soon as she left, you leaned against the wall next to your door, letting out the breath that you didn't know you were holding ever since your friend mentioned his name. you hate to admit it but you are overly head over heels for yanan to the point that even if someone just simply mentions his name, this had your stomach swooping. the first time you met yanan was when your friend invited you to her birthday party in which he was invited as well. and the moment you saw him, you could dedicate to him a taylor swift song especially along the lines of 'he's so tall, and handsome as hell' because indeed it clearly describes yanan. but there is one thing that is the problem here; you don't know how to flirt at him. well it's not that you really have no capabilities when it comes to flirting since you already flirted with some other guys a lot of times before but it is because you think you may not handle it if ever yanan flirts back at you or heck, you can't even handle being close to him either. for you, it's like you're a kid from kindergarten that gets shy if their crush is nearby which is a total opposite of what you usually are if you're flirting. if he flirts back, you think you may melt on the spot. your friend knows how much you feel about yanan so as a helpful friend she is, there was once a time where she set you up with yanan for a double date along with her and hyunggu but then again, you can't handle getting close and flirting at him so you ditched your date which ends up yanan thirdwheeling the two. you already plotted a lot of plans for how many times already on how to flirt at him whenever you come across each other but the moment you get to see him, all of those plans are erased and it annoys you how all of your plans are failing all the time.

so there you are, slumped on your bed, face flat against it as you brainstorm on how to flirt at him at the wedding or even at the future gatherings regarding the wedding. you were thinking that you should start by small talks. yes, that's right. start with casual small talks then gradually escalate it into flirting- the usual plan that you have but always failed. you then came to think about what would happen at the wedding, completely forgetting about your plan on flirting him. seeing your friend finally in a wedding dress, you wearing a dress as one of the bridesmaids, and oh- yanan wearing a suit. yes. yanan in a suit. this thought made you squeal against the mattress. thinking about what he looks like wearing a suit, how this highlights his long legs, how his outfit would accentuate his hips, shoulders and his chest, and so much more thoughts that actually lead you to sinful ones. thoughts that include how you slowly unbutton his dress shirt while kissing him slowly, how you ride his thigh or his crotch while he's still in his pants, and how he would use the tie of his suit on you. you tried to shake those thoughts off of your mind but you ended up awake at night, fingers curled inside your dripping core as you moaned his name breathlessly until you came which is the same thing that you did the night before the big event since you were way too excited for seeing yanan in a suit. you concluded that it would make you lose your mind and would just give in right in front of him.

and so it is the wedding day. you're all dressed up in a light blue dress that you picked when you and your friend went shopping and chose what the bridesmaids would wear. while you're walking down the aisle, your eyes instantly laid onto yanan who's fully dressed up in his suit which almost made you lose your focus. you tried your best to maintain your composure while walking before you're finally seated on your assigned seat, letting out a breath that you've been holding during your march.

throughout the wedding, your focus was on the couple whom you are very proud of. but at the same time, you can't help but to steal glances at yanan who looked hella fine even though it's been almost an hour since the ceremony started. your eyes caught the way he casually fixed his outfit. even though it's just a casual action, your mind is going insane on the spot the moment you saw him fixing his sleeves and loosening his tie. your sinful thoughts started to creep into your mind so you mentally slapped yourself a couple of times, bringing your focus back to the wedding.

the wedding ended with the couple sealing their marriage with a kiss. the bride then ordered the ladies, including you, to gather right behind her before she tossed her bouquet backwards and with the power of all the mysterious forces and you reaching out for it, you caught the bouquet. the people in the venue clapped while you squealed. and as if it's by instinct, you even have a might to stare at yanan, giving him a knowing look which made his friends seated next to him nudged him and your friend laughing lightly at your antics. you were able to catch the way yanan lifted the corner of his lips to a smirk which instantly made your insides flip. your thoughts start to wander on what his reaction meant but you weren't able to pin it.

it was already the reception. some of the guests, including you, gave their messages and best wishes for the newlyweds. it's now yanan who's going to give his message to the couple so you took the time to mesmerize his irresistible features from the moment he stood up from his seat and walked his way towards the platform, like it's his runway, and until he started to speak on the mic. at the same time, you try to refrain yourself from getting so whipped for him as you occasionally take a sip from your tequila while you're chilling at the bar. this doesn't help you either because after yanan is done with his little message and returned to his seat, you were able to catch his gaze on you which made you chug your drink in one gulp, forgetting the burning feeling of the alcohol against the back of your throat. you ended up distracting yourself from your thoughts with the help of alcohol but distracting had no effect on you anymore, instead you're now drunk. your need to get closer and feel him grows even more, desire burning you like you'll turn into ashes anytime. this is the effect that you have because of the man that hasn't even touched you yet and nothing is stopping you now. this is total contrast to what you may do if you're not drunk.

you approached him by the table where he's seated alone, slithering your fingers on his shoulder as you sit next to him.

"hey there yanan" you called him almost seductively while your fingers are tracing the fabric of his suit on his shoulder.

"oh hi y/n" he spoke before he took a sip from his drink. the way how your name slips off from his lips sends chills to your spine and made your insides flip. "you look great tonight." he added.

"so do you." you said as your fingers run down to his collar, occasionally leaving featherlight touches on the skin of his neck. "you look good in a suit- it makes me question my sanity, mister." you leaned in to whisper right on his ear which made him chuckle darkly, causing you to instantly cross your legs tighter.

however, yanan would like to test the waters first to see if you're someone who's really into him. considering he's been flirted by a lot of different people already, he's already encountered different tactics of flirting and most them are just for fun or just for the benefit of themselves. the ones that he encountered started at a small talk then escalates it to flirting him completely and others started by pretending to accidentally bump him or made a small physical contact with him and none of those cliché ones impressed him. but the thing that you're doing is totally different from what he used to; yours is way too straightforward which is what he likes. he was hesitant at first since he knows that you're drunk because of the smell of alcohol coming from you but what makes him think that you're really into him is those lingering gazes that you never knew he noticed, plus the one that you gave to him when you caught the bouquet earlier.

"question your sanity? is that why you were looking at me like that earlier when you caught the bouquet?" yanan asked, planting one of his elbows on the table while his other hand was on his hips. a sign that he became interested on how this thing will go.

"nope." you answered instantly, playing with the glass that you're holding before you paused and looked at him. "not just questioning it but losing it as well. i already lost my sanity on you before this wedding was planned, mister."

"oh really? mind if you tell me when and how it started?" he propped his chin on his palm, showing that he became much more interested on what else you can do.

"you're so damn irresistible, baby. from the moment y/f/n introduced you to me, you had this kind of effect on me and you got no idea what it is." your hands starts to fiddle with his tie and a part of you wants to tug it and pull him closer to you, as if this close proximity that you two are having is not enough for you.

"show me then." and with what yanan said made you pull him by his tie before you leaned closer to his ear.

"room 406. come over after the reception." you whispered, lips brushing against his ear as you did then pulled away before you walts your way from him to head to your hotel room.

thankful yanan is since the reception ended a few minutes after you left the area. he left the venue shortly after he bid his congratulations to the couple, taking the elevator on the way to your room.

on the other hand, you were in your room, dancing all by yourself while vibing through body party by ciara that was playing on your phone. you were then disrupted by a knock on the door which is followed by a voice saying that it is room service. despite how much the man by the door tried his best to somewhat change his voice, you're able to identify who the man is which made a smile crept up to your lips as you went to open the door.

"hey there handsome." you greeted as you leaned by the doorframe, hair a bit messy from all the dancing you did in your room earlier.

"hey there sweetface." he greeted back after a chuckle. "do you want any of my services madame?"

"ah- yes." you slowly raked your hand up to his chest then gripped his tie. "you." then you said with a growl before pulling yanan by his tie, kissing him hungrily while pulling him inside of your room. one of his hands dropped to your waist while the other is reaching out for the doorknob, locking it up as he kisses you back.

"you pulled me by my tie for twice already. do you really love my tie that much?" he said against your lips after he pulled away shortly.

"yeah" you said, almost breathlessly. "and i would love to know how you are going to use your tie on me, mister." and with that, yanan crashed his lips onto yours- tilting his head to the side as he deepens the kiss. you kissed him back in the same manner with his as if you're starving and that's what you needed in order to survive. he then lowers himself, kissing and nibbling the exposed skin of your neck, jaw, and shoulders as he unzips your dress. he lets your dress fall down to the floor before he guides the both of you to your bed, hands roaming around your body as he does. you started to feel sparks igniting all over your senses with his touch and at the same time, you felt yourself getting wetter which caused you to rub your thighs together. this however, was noticed by yanan who immediately pries your legs open and settles his knee between them. you let out your first moan for tonight when you felt him rub his knee against your clothed core. the moment he heard you moan, he had an idea popped up in his mind. yanan lifts you up, hand at the small of your back as he guides you on his lap while he sits up on the edge of the bed.

"mind if you ride my thigh sweetie?" he asked, hands are already on your waist.

"absolutely." then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you start to rock your hips, grinding against his thigh which had you throwing your head back and lets out a couple of moans. yanan grabbed the opportunity to suck the skin of your neck, leaving some bluish to purple marks. his name rolled out from your lips as you moaned sweetly and he grunts lightly as he felt his pants gets tighter in each noise that you make. he flexes his thigh occasionally that caused you to pick up your pace, whimpering helplessly. your wetness seeps even more from your panties and you were able to see how your wetness stained his pants.

"is this how you want me so bad?" yanan asked, grunting once again when your thigh occasionally brushed against the tent forming on his pants. "had you so fucking wet with just my thigh only."

"not just that yanan." you said with a slight growl stitched to your voice before you get off from his thigh and lower yourself, kneeling in front of the bed where he's seated. you palm him through his pants before unzipping them which earned a moan from him. the noises he makes had you clenching over nothing, getting impatient for the need to have him buried deep inside you. but you still have something in mind so after you unzipped his pants, you pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free right before your eyes that had yanan hissing.

his cock is in the perfect size, you say. thick and long enough that you think will bring you straight to heaven the moment it stretches your tight muscles. his precum glistening at his pinkish tip that had you chewing on your bottom lip before you start to lick them off of him, tasting his sweet precum. yanan braced his palms on the mattress, throwing his head back as he moaned. you gave his tip a few kitten licks before taking them whole, sucking and twirling your tongue around his tip while your hand is now wrapped around the shaft, jerking him.

"oh fuck- it feels so fucking good." yanan moaned, biting onto his bottom lip as he tries to not buck his hips and fuck your mouth.

as you continue to jerk the rest of his cock with your hand, you feel your drool dripping through his shaft. you spread them even more as you jerk him, slicking him up before you decided to take him whole. you feel yanan almost bucked his hips to your mouth as he lets out a rather loud moan. you bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks to somewhat fit him into your mouth but his tip is already hitting the back of your throat.

yanan on the other hand had enough of restraining himself from fucking your mouth so one of his hands found your hair and gripped them for a makeshift ponytail before he pulls you away and pushes you back in, a choked out moan escaping his lips. he starts to buck his hips to yours, fucking your mouth completely. you were whimpering at the back of your throat whenever you hear his moans that had your pussy clenching over nothing and soaking wet even more. yanan's moans gets louder as he speeds up, you almost consider them as a music to your ears the noises he makes. yanan feels the same way too but in his case, each noise that you create sends vibrations to his cock that causes it to twitch, continuing to do so until he came and shoots his load into your throat. you did not waste each drop of his cum and swallows them, licking your lips afterwards before you sit back on his lap and kissed him. yanan moaned between kisses as he got a taste of himself while you start to take off his coat, loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt. he placed you back on the bed, hovering above you while you took the chance to roam your hands around his torso. he pulls away from the kiss, removing his tie and his shirt completely.

"you said you love to know how i am gonna use my tie on you, right?" he asked then you nod as you looked at his orbs, full of lust. yanan grabbed both of your wrist and ties them together before tying them onto one of the posts of the headboard of the bed. "here we go." he said as he finished tying then pulled away, kneeling on the bed as he admires how you're tied on the bed. "perfect." he said with a growl, corner of his lips lifting up to a smirk.

you're squirming against the mattress as you felt his gaze on you that is like he's a predator, ready to devour his prey anytime. he leans in for a searing kiss before he trails down to your chest, planting wet kisses before he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples and sucks them while he plays with the other nipple by pinching and flicking it. a loud moan along with his name bursting off of your lungs as you fist your hands over nothing, desperate to have your hands around him while he makes you feel good. while continuing his ministrations, he sneaks his other hand down between to your inner thighs and rubs them teasingly.

"f-fuck yanan stop teasing- i've been holding on for too long to not to be teased like this." you whined, lifting your lower half in hopes of having contact with his hand to your clothed core.

he chuckled darkly before he brings his hand close to your heat, running his fingers through the prominent slit on your panties.

"so damn wet for me." he says with a hint of amusement to his tone. "imagine how my cock would slip easily in and out of you just because of how wet you are."

"just fuck me already yanan!" you scolded him with a whine.

"no sweetie, i need to prep you first. do you think you could handle this cock that i got with how small you are?" you got speechless with his words and with that, yanan discarded your panties off of you and shoved two of his fingers to your heat. you arched your back against the mattress, moaning so loudly as he stretches and scissors you with his fingers. after a couple of thrusts, he added another digit and continues to finger you as he plays with your breasts, sucking and pinching them with his other hand.

"y-yanan" you moan his name sweetly, letting out a couple of moans that echoes all over the room. with the noises that you make, he snaps his wrist faster- picking up the pace. he brings his thumb on your clit, rubbing them as he fingers you. a soft grunt leaving his throat every time he feels you clenching around his fingers.

meanwhile, you're a mess- whining and whimpering underneath him which gets louder as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. your knuckles turn white as you circle your fist tight since you're holding onto nothing, moaning his name like a mantra.

"oh fuck- y-yanan i'm gonna-" you were cut off when you part your lips, screaming silently as you came on his fingers. yanan brings his fingers to his lips, licking and sucking your juices but he made sure he left some for you. chest heaving as you catch your breath, you look at yanan with full of lust as you watch the sight before your eyes. he pries your lips open with his fingers then shoved them in. you groaned around his fingers as you got a taste of yourself and sucked his fingers clean.

"you use your mouth so well on me sweetie." yanan cooed, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "now-" he flips you flat on your stomach then lifts your lower half. "let's see how good your pussy is." then he plunges his member into your heat, groaning at how your tight walls are hugging him. he went in inch by inch before bottoming out, letting you adjust. you took the time to adjust and stabilize your breathing before you told him to move as soon as you deemed that you're ready.

he slowly pulls out until the tip which had you hissing before he slams back in rather hard and you could somewhat feel the bed move and its headrest hit the wall lightly at the force that yanan applied. he starts to thrust at a moderate pace, holding your waist tight as he do so. both of your moans that blend well together echoes the room. a moan of your name slips off from yanan's lips which had you clenching around him then you yelped as you felt a stinging sensation against your ass when his palm made contact with it. he continues to fuck you while slapping your ass, timing it with his thrust which had you moaning his name breathlessly.

"oh fucking god- y/n" slap. "despite on how little you are, you take me so well. do i make you feel so good, am i right?" another slap. "do i hit your sweet spot?" another slap. "is this what you wanted for a long time huh y/n?" and another slap.

"fuck yes! yes yanan!" you managed to answer, nodding frantically as you did. despite on how deep he is buried inside you, you're still desperate for more. but you cannot do anything since your hands are tied and it tightened even more when he flipped you earlier. so you start to grind your ass against his, timing it with his thrusts as well. yanan, however, sensed your need so he went to pick up his pace without a warning but you anticipated it anyways.

"oh y-yanan! oh fuck-" both of your moans that are getting louder each second accompanied by skin slapping noises, dominates the room. you two are immersed with the pleasure that spreads throughout your entire senses to the point that the two of you completely ignore the banging on the wall which is followed by a voice coming from the newlyweds next door, complaining about your noises.

"look at you- so little but able to take my cock so well, willing to get ruined by it." yanan chuckled darkly before he sneaks a hand down between your thighs and starts to play with your clit. the moment he's done it had you throwing your back and closed your eyes shut, mouth hung open for a loud and long moan due to the immense amount of pleasure given to you.

you feel yourself approaching your second orgasm and your thighs are now shaking, moaning and whimpering helplessly. yanan lets out lewd noises as well each time your walls are clenching around his cock.

"you close sweetie?" yanan asked almost breathlessly and you answered with a nod. soon after, his thrusts are getting sloppy, feeling his high approaching as well but he's able to fuck you harder to bring you closer to the edge. you part your lips for a loud and high pitched moan as you finally came, coating yanan's dick with your juices. yanan pulls out of you as well after a few thrusts, flipping you back and made you open your lips with his cock and shoved it inside before he starts to fuck your mouth for the second time tonight. your noises are now muffled but it sends vibrations to his member which makes his noises increase in volume. he quickened his pace and you were able to feel around your mouth how his cock is twitching. he came right after, a choked moan leaving his lips. you swallowed and sucked each drop of his cum, but some are leaking out from the corner of your lips. he stilled for a second before he pulls out, bringing his thumb to the corner of your lips to shove those cum back into your mouth. after you have them swallowed, he cups your cheeks and dives in for a kiss which is slow and sensual. he reaches out to your restraints, setting your hands free and he soothes the skin of your wrists in the midst of your kiss. he pulls away, licking his lips and stares at you briefly before he lays down next to you, catching his breath.

you two remained there, catching your breaths for a few moments. yanan was about to speak something as soon as he felt his breathing was stable but he's disturbed by a knock on the wall.

"are you guys done now? we are going to sleep now okay?" it was hyunggu, one of the newlyweds.

both of you bursted out laughing upon knowing that they heard all of your noises from earlier's activities.

"we were loud." you said, chuckling lightly.

"you were very loud." yanan replied, booping the tip of your nose before he pecks it. "and you're very irresistible as well sweetie."

- by tinyverse-writes

10/25/21

[julyarchives]

Don’t You Hear Me Howling? || (M) || 08

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words:  3.8K

→ Contains: mentions of alcohol; wolf shifting; some Alpha-Alpha tension; Y/N making out with a special guest 👀; smut; Jealousy

→ A/n: Thus was supposed to be posted yesterday, but we sort of got lost in the calendar, so here it is now (oops?) we hope it isn't too lame and you guys like it! Also, as mentioned in the warning, there is a special appearance heheh.

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08

As much fun and easygoing as things were for you, you felt glad for the holidays break. You got out of the cab and breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the reservation forest that boarded the neighborhood.

Every year your pack has their own ritual to celebrate your ancestors during the holiday, and you were actually looking forward to participating this year, after missing it since you started college, for many personal reasons - and one of them included a very difficult talk with your parents. Also, so much has happened this semester that being in the small city allowed you to breathe some fresh air and organize your thoughts.

Your parent’s received you immediately as you went through the front door, with big hugs and wide smiles.

“It’s so good to have you home” your mom patted your head, her small frame making her reach high to do so.

“Let me take your stuff to your room” Your dad grabbed your luggage and turned around to take them upstairs

“Oh, it’s fine, I can take them” You tried to stop him, but he pretended he didn’t listen. But you knew he loved feeling like the man of the house. You redirected yourself to your mom “I think I could use a shower and a nap, the trip was too long.”

“Of course, honey, I’ll call you for lunch.”

You crossed paths with your dad in the doorway, who offered a small smile. He wasn’t very fond of small talk, so that was usual of him. You closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of the twin bed centered on the room. You looked around and took in the scent of your old home, which immediately brought back so many memories.

Before you left for college, you and Changgu were on bad terms, so there weren't pictures of you together anymore, but you could still see the tape marks on where they used to be glued on your old vanity mirror. You also remembered perfectly which drawer you have tucked them away, the one that you were currently staring at, contemplating taking a look at them. In the end, you just shook the idea off of you and followed what you’ve told your mom.

The day was rather quiet and peaceful, the big event being held in the night, and the talk you were dreading could wait after the celebrations. Your parents had visited you in college a couple of times, and you have visited them too, but it was rare, never for the holidays, so they prepared a special family lunch and you couldn’t deny that you had a good time being around them.

All the pack had gathered in a big clearing at night to celebrate, and the bonfire already burned high. You could feel all the attention shifting to you as you arrived, your dominant scent overpowering everyone else's, and you held yourself high.

The day you left the city you promised yourself to never get close to this pack again. They’ve ignored you and diminished you as an Alpha, and you knew this place wasn’t for you. They were all surprised to see you back, they could barely hide it, but every time you made eye contact with someone, they quickly turned away avoiding you.

You didn’t hide, not ashamed of you or your choices, but it was rather uncomfortable, the tension almost palpable in the air. You quickly grabbed your phone and texted Wooseok.

“ Please tell me you headed back town for the holidays”

To which he quickly replied

“I actually came to a friend’s house, I’m not there, sorry :(“

You sighed. The cold weather wasn’t so bad, the cool breeze was blowing softly and the fire kept the place warm if you got close enough. Your parents stopped along the way to say hi to their friends, but you followed closer to the bonfire, where your eyes quickly met the current Alpha.

For a moment you had forgotten he was Changgu’s father, but seeing him immediately brought the information back to you. They looked alike so much, the same eyes full of expression and sharp jawline. He was staring at you, not so happily, and nodded when you looked at him. Your expression could be sour, you weren’t sure how much you were holding back, but you respectfully nodded back.

He sustained the stare a couple more seconds, so did you, but soon he was calling everyone’s attention. Everyone gathered close and his wife stood by his side. That’s when you saw Changgu, getting close to his father with a stoic expression on his face.

You shoved your hands in the pocket of your jacket and offered a half-smile when he noticed you. At first, he seemed confused but returned the gesture

“Brothers and sisters” The senior Alpha called “tonight we celebrate the ones who have left us. Our ancestors passed us their wisdom,” He spoke firmly and slowly, looking around at everyone. “Their strength lives in us, and so we honor them with our nature.”

There was a long speech about union and tradition that to you it sounded too much like hypocrisy since the traditions would include you, supposedly the next Alpha of the pack, to be standing there as a successor. You did not bother, because you expected nothing else.

The leader of the pack was the first to turn. His skin shredded, giving space for the long dark brown and silver fur to grow as a howl echoed loudly, bringing out everyone’s instinct, but especially your Alpha ones, and soon you had shifted.

This was one of the reasons you wanted to come. Being in university has you taking suppressants daily, so letting yourself run free was like getting rid of tight clothes that restricted your movements. You howled loudly to follow the collective chant, an ode to the departed ones, a hymn for the pack, the freedom of instinct.

The pack’s Alpha ran in the front, leading everyone with his big frame. Changgu followed him, and it’s been so many years since you’ve seen his wolf form that you felt surprised. He was bulky and big, his posture very imponent, and you stopped to admire it for a second.

The run was freeing. The wind hiding your wolf nozzle, pushing your fur back, your paws hitting the dirt. You needed that, and just letting yourself act on your instincts was the best thing you could grant yourself at that moment.

Reaching the highest point of the forest, the collective howling restarted. You stopped right next to Changgu, whose wolf eyes watched you intently, and in wordless communication, you howled together, allowing the instinct to speak for yourselves.

…

After the traditional pack run, a feast was hosted by the Alpha, usually in his house, which was big enough to fit everyone comfortably in the large backyard.

Everyone happily celebrated what was the closest to a wolf Christmas, with an abundance of food for everyone. You sat with your parents at the assigned table, attending the event quietly, holding yourself back just enough to not drag any more attention than you were already getting. Mr. Yeo, the Alpha, customarily greeted every individual, and when he approached you and your family, you stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for having us" your father shook his hands

"It's my pleasure," Mr. Yeo politely answered, "I didn't expect your daughter to come."

He talked about you like you weren't there, and you were pretty sure that was purposefully meant to challenge your position.

"I came to pay respects to the tradition, sir" you opened a forced smile. A damn good one. "Can't let that behind me."

His eyes snapped in your direction with intensity, letting the impassive expression on his face falter for a second.

"Of course" he smoldered, masking it with a smile probably just as fake as yours.

To him, you represented a threat to his family's legacy, so it wasn't a big secret that he isn't very fond of you.

"I hope you enjoy the party," he said to you and your parents altogether, but redirected the last sentence at you "if there's anything you need, just tell me and I can provide."

"Of course, thank you so much" your mom answered gladly. She followed her leader with passion and always tried to be in good graces with him, so she's always been strict in the sense of community tradition and formalities.

"No need to thank me, ma'am" he smirked "that's just an Alpha job"

The provocation was like a punch in the gut. Ever since you were revealed an Alpha, Mr. Yeo tried to do everything in his power to deprive you of your given rights inside the pack. He raised Changgu to take his place and hated your guts for ruining his plans. He was a man of power and didn't appreciate when someone threatened that position.

"Y/N…" your mom called you with a warning tone to her voice.

You didn't notice how you were instinctively growling, low enough for only people close to the table to hear, but your Alpha emotion was strong enough to cause some heads to turn in your direction.

Mr. Yeo, of course, smiled in victory from a distance, happy to make you look bad in front of the community.

"You really don't care that he does everything to undermine me, do you?" You said to both of your parents.

"Honey, he's the Alpha." Your mom said calmly "everything he does is to protect you. Is the best for everyone."

"You do know I'm an Alpha too, right?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

They both stayed quiet. You looked at your dad, hoping he would say something in your favor, but he just complies with your mom's orderly silence.

"Yeah, thanks," you said, standing up and leaving.

Growing up you used to love being with your pack these kinds of celebrations were your favorite time of the year.  But now everything changed and suddenly you felt so misplaced that you felt like you didn't know anyone anymore. You knew all your neighbors, and their kids who went to school with you, but now they were almost complete strangers to you.

You grabbed a bottle of beer and looked around for the only familiar face you could find there. Changgu was not running Alpha errands with his dad, so when you found him he was surrounded by a group of girls, apparently younger than you, swooning at every charming smile of his, and you could just see how much he adored all the attention. You chuckled at his fuckboy attitude and the poor deluded girls who had a crush on him, hoping to get the son of the Alpha in love with them.

"Y/n?" You heard your name being called, taking you always from your thoughts.

The boy who called you was tall and slim, a long-ish hair half up in a ponytail and he looked happy to see you.

"Hey…?" You said with uncertainty, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar, but you just couldn't remember his name

"Hyunjin" he chuckled "I don't know if you remember me, but we went to school together."

"Right, Hyunjin, of course, I remember!" It finally clicked to you. Hyunjin was an omega, a few years younger than you but you two used to share some clubs in high school, but he didn't look so… hot. "You look so different, sorry it took me a while to recognize you."

"Yeah," he laughed shyly, scratching the back of his head. "I haven't seen you since you left for college. You look great"

His flirtatious half-smirk was very obvious and you actually thought he looked quite cute.

"You look great yourself" you bit your bottom lip, looking him up and down "But yeah, I kind of focused on graduating rather than coming here."

"I'm glad you're here now." He fully smirked this time "wanna go somewhere quieter? I'd love to catch up with you"

You felt hesitant at first, and you looked back to find Changgu again, and this time one of the girls was grabbing his arm, running his hand all over it. You wanted company for the party, and since Changgu was busy flirting, why shouldn't you do the same?

"Of course, let's do it." You took one last sip of your beer and linked arms with him.

He guided you around the house to the front porch, where you rested your elbows and watched the quiet street. Hyunjin had his back against it, looking at you.

You two actually did some catching up, and even exchanged numbers. You found out Hyunjin also went away for college, but he always came back for the holidays and breaks, and stuff like that, but nothing you were really paying attention to.

"You know, I have to confess something." He said, straightening his posture "I sort of had a crush on you, back in the days"

"Really?" You laughed softly, amused at the sudden confession. "Why didn't you say something, then?"

"Ah," he clicked his tongue. "Everyone knew you only had eyes for Changgu."

You rolled your eyes involuntarily.

"C'mon, everyone knew that, and Changgu didn't let anyone get close to you"

You were actually surprised to hear that since this wasn't something he ever told you but explained why you weren't popular with boys in high school.

"Well," you stood up and stopped directly in front of him "I don't see Changgu anywhere now, do you?"

Hyunjin grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands held the collar of his jacket.

"I guess I should shoot my shot, then" he licked his lips, alternating looks between your eyes and lips.

"What are you waiting for, big boy?" You challenged him.

He reached forward, kissing you rather urgently. His plumpy lips felt soft against yours, and he was a really good kisser. He pulled you against him, and you intertwined your fingers on the loose hair behind his neck. He gasped when you tugged on it, and you grinned into the kiss for getting a good reaction out of him. His hands sneaked down your waist, boldly squeezing your ass as the kiss got more intense, and he earned a shy hum of satisfaction out of you.

The noise of someone clearing their throat interrupted you two, making both of your heads snap in its direction, but neither of you really letting go of each other.

"Y/N" Changgu called you rather sternly, with a matching frown on his face. "I need you to help me deal with some stuff"

You sighed.

"Looks like some things didn't change, did they?" Hyunjin whispered just for you to hear,

"I'm not done with you yet." You whispered back, nibbling his earlobe.

"Now." Changgu interrupted again.

You pecked Hyunjin's lips before detangling from him, only then noticing that his hands were still in your ass.

"Text me, ok?" You said to him loudly as you followed Changgu inside the house.

He walked large steps and didn't bother looking behind to see if you were following.

"You couldn't have picked a worse moment to need me to deal with some bullshit, could you?" You whined, but he still paid no attention to you "all night, I was there doing absolutely nothing, and when I finally started to have some fun you decided I was important enough to attend whatever this is."

You babbled but still, he didn't respond, and you just kept following him around corridors in the big house, finally entering a dark room

"What is so important anyway that you had to call me so urgently-"

Changgu interrupted you when he pushed you against the door, making it slam loudly, his lips crashing against yours with a certain vigor.

At first, your eyes widened in surprise, and you pushed him back to look at him, but his hold on you didn't loosen up.

"What the fuck, Changgu?"

"Just," he stopped to think, breath already heavy in anticipation "shut up"

He resumed kissing you, and this time you rolled with it because, you couldn't deny, kissing him was something you ever saw yourself getting tired of. He pressed his whole body against yours, grinding on you making you gasp every time his thigh in between your legs rubbed against your clothed core.

"Fuck, Changgu" you said when he attacked your neck.

You pull the hair on his nape, making him look at you

"Is that what this is about?" You asked, forcing yourself to think straight "you can't bear the thought of me fucking someone else?"

Rather than answering, Changgu just growled, making you laugh ironically

"So you can flirt with all those pretty girls out there," you raised your eyebrows, "but I can not hook up with people? As if, Changgu"

You weren't as mad as much as you were enjoying taunting him for being so desperate to have you his.

"Just shut up, for fucks sake" he rolled his eyes and picked you, only to throw you on the bed behind him.

You finally recognized Changgu's old bedroom, with the light that came from the window above it. It was different, with no more posters taped to the wall or the action figures he liked to collect. It was a simple room with minimal decoration now.

"Gonna break another bed, wolfie?" You teased "I don't think daddy would be very happy to know you're fooling around with the Alpha"

He growled loudly, hooking his hands around your legs and pulling you closer to him, your bottom hitting his knees, which were pressed against the mattress. He leaned down and viciously kissed you, nibbling and ducking your bottom lip.

"You know, you're way hotter when your mouth is shut" he panted in between kisses.

Having turned into wolves mere hours ago had all your instincts right under the skin. The dominance, the connection between you and your Beta, the lust. Everything was on edge and you guessed that's why Changgu was so desperate.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down with your underwear in one swift motion while you took off your shirt, revealing your bare breasts underneath it. Changgu licked his lips and chuckled cockly when he ran a finger down your slit, showing you how wet you already were.

He took his shirt off, but didn't bother with his pants, and leaned back down to lick a long stripe of your juices, brushing softly on your clit on the way.

You moaned weakly.

"I'll show you why you're better here than with the what's-his-name out there." He said in a low husky voice.

He kept his hand around your legs and captured your sensitive nub in between his lips, making you buck your hips and grab his hair in response.

His back muscles were on display for you and it was hot to watch it contract and relax as he moved in between your legs.

"You're so eager for me, aren't you?" You teased him again and he hummed, sending vibrations down your core. "Do your worst, let me see if you're worth my time"

He leaned back up and you hated the loss of contact, but he quickly spun you around and pulled your hips up exposing your ass to him, and a harsh slap sting on your skin, accompanied by his deep growling that he didn't seem to have control over, and you yelped at the burning pain.

You heard him fumbling with his belt and soon he was entering you with no warning, making you bury your head in the pillow to muffle a loud moan. He didn't give you any time to adjust as he pounded into you fast, showing his desperation. He angled his hips just right to hit the perfect spot inside you to make you scream.

For a second you were afraid someone would hear you, but the backyard was not that close to the bedroom, and you tried to suppress your noises the best you could. Changgu seemed to be out of control with the way he hissed and moaned, your name falling out of his lips here and there.

A sloppy rushed fuck was not on your plans tonight but, fuck, it felt good. Changgu was getting sloppier by the minute and you just knew he wouldn't last long. You reached in between your legs and circled around your glistening clit, realizing you were in no better state than he was.

The closer you felt to your high, the more you squeezed your walls around Changgu's member, and the louder he moaned.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" You managed to say "such a loud wolf."

He didn't respond, too focused on fucking you, but he didn't get quieter.

You fastened your movements and had again your head buried in the pillow, moaning freely as you reached your orgasm, your whole body vibrating in pleasure. Changgu started thrusting faster, gripping your hips harder and pulling you against him to meet his thrust, and soon enough you felt his seed dripping down your thighs, strangled noises caught in his throat as he rode his high.

You relaxed your body when he pulled out of you, laying down with your stomach against the mattress, crossing your arms under your head for support. Changgu threw himself by your side, facing the ceiling and panting, looking fucked out already.

"Jealous wolf, aren't we?" You tapped his chest, provoking him

"Shut up" he chuckled

"How many girls did you fuck in this bedroom anyway? You were quite popular with the ladies back in high school. I bet they all died to be in Yeo Changgu's bedroom" you mocked a dreamy-girly voice.

"Do you really want to talk about who I fucked in high school?" He chuckled.

"Well, someone had to get laid, right? Since I couldn't because someone told boys to stay away from me." You smirked at his embarrassed expression

"Hyunjin is such a snitch, he was never good enough for you" he rolled his eyes and looked away.

"And who is? You?" You scoffed

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were screaming against the pillow just now"

You slapped his chest and he laughed loudly

"Jerk" you mumbled.

"Guess you can go back to your pretty boy out there", he said in a teasing voice, "if you're still interested, that is".

"So cocky, aren't you?", he laughed at your mocking expression.

"Maybe. But we still have festivities to attend".

"Unfortunately".

You got dressed in comfortable silence and after a few minutes, you were good to go. Changgu stood by the door and smiled at you before opening it and waving for you to walk by him. As you walked out, a satisfied smile took over your face and you only hoped people wouldn't notice the smell of sex on you too much. You and Changgu parted ways and for a second you let the whole tension of your body relax during the holiday. Just for a while.

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Title: Wants, Needs, and Clerical Errors

Fandom: Andor

Characters/Pairings: Kino Loy, Kino Loy x F!Reader

Chapters: 3/3 (8.8k words)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Summary: You're only on Narkina 5 due to a mistake on your transfer paperwork and no one in charge seems to care. The work is horrific and being the only woman there is a nightmare, but Kino Loy is... intriguing. (Okay, he's hot. He's very hot.)

Tags: Explicit rating, smut, prison, prison sex, sex, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, attempted sexual assault, fear of sexual assault, violence, blood, minor character death, fluff, happy ending

A/N: In terms of writing style, chapter 3 is my favorite. 🥺 If you've read this fic before, if you're reread it again because of this post, or you just discovered this fic for the first time: Thank you. I really hope you enjoyed it.

Chapter 3 - Like a flower waiting to bloom, Like a lightbulb in a dark room

Like the desert waiting for the rain Like a schoolkid waiting for the spring I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on - Norah Jones, "Turn Me On"

You get out first.

You have two hundred and thirty eight days without him, which is fewer days than you had with him, but it still feels immense. Before, you had guards and work and routine keeping you apart, and now you have time. Though you're free and can move about as you please, or sit and do nothing if you want, there's still a weight on you that's holding you back from truly savoring it. As if a part of you is still in there, and, in a way, it is.

You have two hundred and thirty eight days and so you wait.

Your first stop is home to collect your meager possessions. You didn't have much to begin with, and, over the years while you were in prison, you ended up with even less. You don't blame your former flatmate for slowly downsizing your belongings. You're grateful she kept any of it at all. And she did keep the important stuff, like most of your clothes and gear, as well as a few sentimental items—the most important of which is a trinket box with a false bottom that holds credit chips you'd squirreled away in case of an emergency. It isn't much, but it's something.

No, having fewer things means there's less to get rid of yourself. So you grab your belongings, make the most uncomfortable attempts at small talk in which she intentionally avoids asking about or mentioning prison at all, you say thank you, and then you leave. And you don't look back.

It's all very anticlimactic. You imagined this scenario many times in your head your last few weeks on the inside because you weren't sure how it would go, and you couldn't exactly message her to let her know you were getting out. Now that it's over so quickly, you have no idea why you were worried. Even as you realize you'll never step foot here again, you feel nothing. No lingering sadness or regrets. No yearning to give the building one last look. That place stopped being home a long time ago.

You go directly back to a transport and purchase passage off planet. You and Kino had discussed this part many times. What you would do, where you would go, and where he would meet you. You'd settled on a colony in the Mid Rim that you both knew of, one with less Imperial control than some of the others—or last you heard anyway. It had plenty of people and industry so it wouldn't be too difficult to blend in and make a living. Two days after he gets out, you'll meet him at the station in the capital. It's a long journey to get there from Narkina 5. Your first flight doesn't take you all the way to your destination, either, but it gets you closer.

It also takes you farther away from him.

You'd wanted to stay close so that when he got out, you could travel to your new home together. But Kino had insisted you go ahead and settle in. Get as far away from Narkina 5 as you could. While you understood why he wanted that for you, you didn't have the heart to tell him there is no way you can be comfortable anywhere until he's with you.

Because leaving him behind means not knowing. Things can go wrong in a prison. Accidents, illness, over eager guards. Thinking about it makes you feel helpless and also a little pathetic. He had survived just fine without you. He isn't helpless. He's smart and he's good at his job. He's going to get out.

You repeat that to yourself the entire time on the transport while you're trying to avoid the gazes of the other passengers. The last thing you want is more uncomfortable small talk. You aren't sure you remember how to do it anymore. "How's the weather? Where are you headed? Oh, do you have family there? Have you heard about the news out of the Senate?" You'd rather be building parts.

Your next transport is longer and you have a cot that folds out from the wall. It's more comfortable than your prison bed, but that makes it rather uncomfortable. Your body doesn't fit in the dips the way it should, and the softness of it makes your right shoulder ache so you can only toss and turn instead. You've been out for nearly two days, but you haven't slept more than a quick doze in your seat. The adrenaline of freedom and a plan is forcing your body to keep moving. Now, maybe, you're overtired. Even the air feels wrong. Heavier somehow.

It reminds you of your very first night in prison—the women's prison. You had cried, feeling scared and sorry for yourself, because everything around you seemed so hostile. You had to sew, press, and wash uniforms all day—three different shift rotations—and your hands hurt and your back ached. The dormitories were rows of bunk beds in an open room, not the isolated cells of Narkina 5. The guards had locked all of you in at night without a care of what happened inside. There wasn't anything for the other prisoners to steal or any reason to be violent, but a few of them were just cruel and bored. That was how you learned to fight. It was all you had outside of work and you were eager for the distraction. Some way to protect yourself and the more vulnerable women in there. To feel like you were doing anything that meant something. You didn't sleep much those first few weeks, but the first night was the worst.

When you do finally sleep in your transport cot, you wake up in a panic because nothing is familiar. There should be masculine voices throughout the hallway and the sounds of people getting ready for your shift. Instead the only thing around you is the hum of the ship and soft whispers of casual conversation, and it's so dark. But then you remember, and you're relieved and heartbroken all over again.

You wonder what Kino is doing at that moment. Based on how long you've been traveling, it's evening there. So you imagine Kino sitting on his bed, legs stretched out in front of him and hands folded in his lap as he leans against the wall. Maybe he's talking to your replacement. Telling him all the things he needs to know to survive and help keep the shift moving. Or maybe he's sitting quietly and thinking about you, too.

"If we met in a different life, do you think we would have still ended up together?"

He turned to look at you sitting next to him. "What do you mean?"

"If we weren't in prison, but we were in, say, a cantina, and you saw me across the room. Would you be interested?"

"You're serious?"

"Yes! There's nothing else to talk about in this bloody place, so this is what I've got. So. Would you hit on me?"

"Absolutely not! I wouldn't think for one second that you'd look twice at me, so I'd sit there like a coward and steal glances at you all night."

"Kino! You're one of the most determined men I've ever met, you're not a coward."

"I am when it comes to beautiful women." You scoffed, but he continued, "Did I or did I not run away from you in the locker room?"

"I thought that was because you thought it would be inappropriate."

"It is inappropriate, but I ran because I was terrified."

"But I was practically begging!"

"And I still thought it was because I'm floor manager! Not because of me."

"I can't believe this."

"You asked!" He gave a quiet, gruff laugh. "What about you? Would you hit on me?"

"Yes! I would see your dour, grumpy face sitting at the bar and immediately want you, just like I did looking down at you from the lift—before your charming speech, by the way, so before I ever knew you were the floor manager. Then I would go stand next to you and make a fool of myself giving you heated looks and biting my lip until I had your attention." You looked him up and down with a heated gaze as a demonstration. Then you glanced up at him from beneath your lashes with your best flirty smile, and gently bit your lip as you let your eyes roam hungrily over his face. "Like that."

He exhaled, long and ragged. "That would have been effective."

"Then would you've flirted with me?"

"I probably would have been scared shitless, if I'm being honest."

You gave a fake, exasperated sigh and thunked your head back on the wall behind his cot. 

At the next transport station, a man walks by you and, as he passes, he tries to steal your pack. That's when you remember you are still capable of surviving on your own. Your heart aches, yes, but you're still alive and still in the best fucking shape of your life.

Your grip on your strap tightens as it's pulled away, keeping it held in your grasp. He seems caught off guard that his momentum doesn't carry him forward with his prize like he planned. So when you turn and your fist meets his stomach, he doesn't see that coming, either. He doubles over, collapses to the floor, and curls in on himself, his hand falling from your bag to clutch at his middle. You stand patiently over him as you settle your pack back onto your shoulder.

There's a guard there in moments. 

"What's going on here?" He shouts. He has all of the puffed up entitlement of someone that thinks they have authority, so you give him a placating smile.

"I'm so sorry, sir! It's really nothing. This gentleman and I bumped into each other. Must not have been watching where we were going! I can't believe it." You plaster a look of concern on your face and bend over who you now realize is a young man that can't be more than twenty years old. He's still groaning slightly and rubbing over his stomach where you punched him. "Are you alright?" The concern in your voice is genuine, you realize. "You hit my elbow pretty hard while you were hurrying. I'm so sorry about that! Let me help you up."

You hold a hand down to him, and he looks between it and the guard with suspicion before hesitantly taking it. With a tug, you help him to his feet, though you make a show of it being at least a little difficult. He's scrawny, all long limbs, and weighs barely anything. His hand feels small in yours. Fragile against your calluses. He's still just a dumb kid. You feel a twinge of guilt for how hard you hit him. However it is outweighed by the fact that he just tried to rob you.

"There you are. Good as new." You wipe off his shoulder and give him a forceful pat. He jumps at the contact. Then you level your demure smile back on the guard. "Thank you for the assistance, sir. I think we'll be alright."

"You're sure?" He doesn't look convinced. He probably wants an excuse to do more. To throw his self importance around and have one of you arrested for some reason or another so someone can tell him he's doing an excellent job keeping the peace. But you've gotten quite good at defusing these situations. Of handling men like him.

"Oh, absolutely. No trouble here."

"Alright, but in the future you should both be more careful. Watch where you're going or someone could get hurt."

You give him a serious nod. "Understood. Eyes forward at all times from now on, promise. Have a good rest of your day, sir."

He looks between you one last time and, with a grumble, returns in the direction he came from.

Once he's out of earshot, you turn on the would-be thief and hiss, "You have no idea what I just saved you from! How lucky you are. Trust me when I say the places they'll send you aren't worth a few credits. You'll be my age by the time you get out. So either be smarter or knock it off. Got it?" He just stares at you, wide eyed in confusion, so you press closer with a look of fury and keep your voice low. "Answer me! Got it?!"

"Yeah, okay!" He takes a step back, cowering slightly, with his hands raised in submission. "I got it."

"Good." You relax your posture and adjust your pack one last time. "Now fuck off."

He doesn't need to be told twice and scampers off so fast that he trips a bit on his own feet. The encounter lifts your spirits somewhat. Not because you enjoy punching people, especially not kids, but because it reminds you that you could protect yourself if you have to. It makes you feel confident you can get through this—physically, at least. Plus, hopefully you just scared some kid straight enough that he stays out of prison. If not, he'll have plenty of time to think about what you meant and wish he'd listened.

You're suddenly starving. You buy your first real, solid meal of a kebab, a savory hand pie, and purple chips from a kiosk, instead of just downing a quick protein bar out of necessity. You eat exactly like a person that hasn't properly tasted food in years. Which is to say you shovel it into your mouth with so much enthusiasm that you don't savor it and the pie burns your tongue, but it's the best thing you've ever eaten. Nearby, a couple watches you with concern and trepidation, but you just smile back at them, wide and uncaring, between bites. Nothing is taking the joy of this moment from you.

"And you're sure it's what you want?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"I can't cook very well."

"I don't care."

"I leave my towel on the floor sometimes."

"I don't care."

"I get distracted halfway through doing something and leave things sitting out in a mess until I remember what I was doing and go back to it. Sometimes for days."

"Oh." His eyebrows furrowed in thought.

There it was. The other shoe dropping. You braced yourself, ready for the distancing and the apologies to start, but then he smiled and pulled you against him. He kissed your hairline and murmured against your scalp, "I don't care. So stop trying to talk me out of it."

"I'm not trying to talk you out of it, I'm giving you full disclosure of what living with me is like." You thought of sitting with him on a couch, curled under a blanket as you both watched a holodrama together. You wanted it so desperately that you were almost afraid to hope for it.

"It sounds perfect to me."

You get a place within walking distance of the station. It's a long walk, but it's the best you can do. The flat is nice—it even has a little balcony overlooking the street—though you aren't sure if it's actually nice or if you are just grateful to have space and furniture again. Still, it's comfortable and roomy, and it has potential. You walk through it and see the foundation of something you can build on. You and Kino.

Paying the first month of rent uses up most of the remaining credits you had saved up. It's okay, though, because they had served their purpose. Gotten you this far. The rest is up to you, and the thought isn't as scary as you expected. You're truly on your own, but you've been through worse. You are strong. You can do this.

You buy some paint and a large piece of scrap and make yourself a calendar to lean against the wall. You carefully draw out the months and days in neat grids. Inside each square is a number. It starts on the day you got out, because you wanted the relief of crossing those off, and ends the day he should be here with you. All two hundred and thirty eight of them—now two hundred and thirty three. Every night, before you go to bed, you mark off the day and look at how many are left. Some days it surprises you how much time has passed, and other days you lament how many little squares there still are. They pass regardless.

You get a job at a small factory that builds transport and mining vehicles. They had laughed at you initially, until you told them you had over two years of experience building heavy machinery parts on an assembly line. Technically. Before prison, you would have grimaced at the thought of a factory job and missed the shop you used to work at, even though you had been accused of stealing. It hadn't been you, it had been your co-worker—the owner's son—so your innocence hadn't mattered when you were arrested. But for now you need something to keep yourself busy and the pay is decent. Plus, the work is just strenuous enough to stop you from feeling something that seems too much like homesickness for your liking. You know you shouldn't miss that place. It isn't healthy.

However, the work's still not nearly as labor intensive as what you're used to. Maybe because they put you on lighter machinery. Most of your job is operating lifts and welding vehicle frames, and you find, after training, you're actually quite good at the steady precision needed for the work. You even come in and practice on scrap to get better. Or maybe it just seems easier because the intense pressure to produce, to keep moving under threat of pain and death, is finally absent. You even get weekends off and leave days.

Some of your co-workers invite you out for drinks at the cantina down the street after work. At first out of interest, and then out of concern because you don't have anything resembling a social life. A few of them even hit on you in the beginning, but you tell them bluntly that you aren't interested. That you have someone. One of them asks where he is, and the broken look on your face when you say, "he'll be here soon," puts an end to any attempts to flirt with you. They don't ask again, and you don't offer anything more.

Thankfully that allows room for casual friendship, the kind you once had with the men at your pod on Narkina 5, and it's nice. It feels less lonely, though that ache in your chest never goes away completely. It follows you around like a constant companion. Wraps its way up your throat, even as you laugh at a joke. You do go out for drinks occasionally, but mostly you go home, read a romance holonovel, and wait.

You masturbate a lot, as well. Every night, you lie in the large bed and think about finally having him there with you. About all the ways you'll kiss and touch under the covers. How he might bend you over the bedside and fuck you from behind, or sprawl across the middle while you climb on top of him and ride him, his hands on your hips and your toes bracing against the sheets. You think about all the ways he touched you before, a slideshow of memories while your fingers work between your folds and against your clit as you desperately seek a release that makes you feel a little closer to him. You climax moaning his name.

Your last night together had been tender. Everyone cleared out of the showers early and left you alone for longer than you usually had together. They all knew what was happening and what it meant, and it was the one thing they had to give you as a going away gift. He braced you against the tiled wall of the shower stall like he had the first time you'd had sex, but this time he had been so gentle. You both relished every touch, every kiss, every slow, deep thrust of him inside of you. You made love like you would never see each other again, though you would never say the words out loud. Never give voice to those worries, even if they hung unsaid between you. Afterwards, you had sobbed as he held you and whispered that everything would be alright. You clung to him like he was a rock in a storm at sea up until the very last minute you had. You'd been so afraid that if you let go of him, you would drown.

But there you were, going through every day. Surviving and waiting.

"If you find someone else, I'd understand."

"Kino!"

"Someone young and attractive."

"You're crazy."

"I'm realistic."

"You're not." You climbed into his lap on his cot, uncaring who was watching, and straddled his hips. He hissed a protest, but you ignored him and held his face in your hands. "There's no one in the whole galaxy that can hold a flame to you, do you hear me? When I'm out of here, the only thing I'll be doing is working and waiting for you. Because I love you." You leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "And you're so goddamn sexy, why would I want anyone else? If the floor was asleep right now, I'd be on my knees showing you just how sexy I think you are." Then you placed a kiss on the scruff of his cheek. "And you're brave," a kiss on his temple, "and brilliant," a kiss on his nose, "and noble—"

He interrupted you with a kiss on your lips and you smiled into it as he wrapped his arms possessively around you.

Months pass. Five, then six, and finally there's less than a month before he's there. Your mood picks up and hope fills your lungs. You catch yourself smiling and humming at work. Your co-workers, the ones you occasionally think of as your friends, notice. When they ask what's up, you smile, maybe the first true smile you've ever given them, and say, "Kino is going to be here in twenty days." And that is enough of an explanation.

You haven't talked about him often. Not because you're ashamed, but because it hurts. And because, selfishly, you want to keep all of him to yourself for the time being. But they know the general idea of your circumstances. That'd you'd been in a men's labor prison due to a clerical error. The only woman—or at least you had been when you left. That he's still there. That you'd risked your lives to be together. That he's a good man that tries to keep everyone going and out of trouble so they can get out. That now you're waiting for him.

A few of them seemed skeptical about your story, whether it's disapproval that you met someone in prison or disbelief that he'll actually turn up when the time comes. You didn't care then and you don't care now. All that has ever truly mattered is that date, looming in the distance and drawing ever closer. The others were—are more supportive because when you do talk about him, you know your face lights up. The clouds of your gloom part for the briefest of moments with his name on your tongue. So twenty days is revelation.

You start to fret that you haven't made your flat welcoming enough. That he's going to come home to something just as sterile as what he left behind. You buy better sheets, a comfortable blanket to drape on the couch, a vase for the table, good towels, any luxury you can think of that neither of you had on Narkina 5. You have the credits for it. Other than rent, food, a few necessities, and the occasional drink out, you've saved everything. You want to enjoy it with him. To build your home and your life with him. Plus you have to admit, while standing in a street market, looking at baskets and rugs and decorative hangings, you aren't even sure what he likes. The thought makes you laugh.

You count the squares.

19.

You get promoted at work to a senior welder position. It's fast, but everyone has to admit your work is high quality. A natural talent. You relent to a last drink out to celebrate. You still go home after one.

13.

You buy a nice dress to wear to the station. Something that flatters your frame and waist, in a color that complements your own coloring, and it dips low between your breasts. You hang it on the wall of your bedroom and admire it every time you wake in the morning.

8.

You get a haircut. A proper one, not just a trim so you can keep it tied back and out of your face while you work. It's layered and feminine, and it's the first time you're reminded of the person you had been many years ago. Though looking in the mirror now, you're still so different. The rounder, softer features of your youth are completely gone and have been replaced with high cheekbones and a graceful jawline. Getting older suits you. Reflects the new confidence you have in yourself.

5.

You buy a bouquet of flowers to set in the vase on the table.

4.

You clean. The place is already tidy because you don't have or do much, but you're so full of nervous energy that you're starting to fret over the small things. It has to be perfect.

2.

You're convinced you're going to pace a permanent line on the floor. You beg your supervisor to let you work overtime, but they don't need the extra hands. He tells you to go home with a knowing look.

1.

Tomorrow. He gets there tomorrow. You want to crawl into bed and sleep as long as you can to make the time move faster, but you're too excited to sleep at all.

0.

You have an entire week off. You'd traded shifts, worked a few weekends and longer hours when you were needed to build good will, and never took a day off your entire time there, so your supervisor gave you the whole week. A whole week with just Kino.

You get to the station early because you have no idea what time he'll get there. Or which transports he's taken during the trip, so the screen that displays times and ships is no help. You're in your dress with your hair done and just a hint of makeup to accentuate your features.

You alternate between sitting on the bench and pacing around. Whenever a new crowd of people appears, you stop to anxiously look for his face, only to be disappointed when he isn't there. You smooth the fabric of your dress for the hundredth time. It's plenty smooth, but you don't know what else to do with your hands.

He arrives early in the afternoon. You've been waiting for over seven hours, but in your anxiety and impatience, it's felt like an eternity. Your feet hurt a little because you aren't used to the nicer flats, just your work boots, and you're so glad you didn't pick out heels.

You see him first.

He's in a blue jacket and a black shirt and pants, and you realize you've never seen him in anything other than the white and orange uniform. You also realize the uniform hadn't been as flattering as you thought. Because right now, surrounded by so many colors, flashing ads, and the warm station lights, with his beard a little longer and his hair relaxed from travel, he looks stunning. The most handsome man you've ever seen in your life. If you weren't already madly in love with him, you would have fallen for him completely the second you laid eyes on him.

His expression, however, is grave as he scans the crowd, and you note the tension in his shoulders. The way his hand is nearly strangling the handle of his bag. It occurs to you that he's worried you won't be here. Because just as you didn't know what was happening to him in there, he had no idea what was happening to you out here. He didn't get to see how you had survived and waited and built everything for this moment. The thought causes a pang of heartache for him that you feel like a punch in the gut, and your eyes sting with tears.

Right then, as if he can feel your gaze on him, he turns to you. You see the recognition on his face the second he lays eyes on you, and your breath catches at the way his uneasy expression gives way to relief. You both stare at each other, absorbing the moment. Processing that this is real. He's right there and you're right here. It's finally happening. The noises of the station fade away and the only thing you can hear is the blood pounding in your ears.

Then the moment passes and your feet are moving. You're running towards each other as if you're both terrified the other one will somehow disappear if you don't. That, in your desperation, you somehow imagined this. Someone is shouting at you to slow down as you run by, but it doesn't matter because you fall into his arms and then that's the only thing that matters. He drops his bag at your feet and hugs you to him so tightly that he nearly lifts you off the ground, which is good because the relief of his touch makes your legs unsteady. You're surrounded by his arms, his warmth, his scent, and you think it can't get better than that, but then he's kissing you with two hundred and thirty eight days of pent up grief and passion.

Every part of you feels like it's being ripped from a deep sleep. You feel it in your throat, in your chest, your fingers, down to your belly, where it finally pools to your core and you ache. Of course you had touched yourself at night while you thought of him between your legs, but having him in front of you once more is a jolt to your system. You feel alive.

You finally pull away because you want to see his face and hear his voice, to learn the new feel of his softer beard beneath your fingers, because you've missed him—all of him—so much. There are tears in his eyes and he gives you a watery, joyful laugh as your hands run over his cheeks and chin.

"My god, you're beautiful." He finally says in his low, gruff voice, and fuck have you really missed that.

"Kino," you sob because you have a million things you want to say to him, but you're so overwhelmed that you have no idea where to start.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here." He caresses your face back, and swipes his thumb over a tear on your cheekbone that has escaped your eyelashes.

"You are. I almost can't believe it! I've missed you so god-damned much. I–" You take a trembling, calming breath and look into his eyes. They're so blue and warm. His hand on your jaw and the feel of his beard beneath your fingertips is comforting. It grounds you. "Welcome home."

He kisses you again, right in the middle of everything, as people continue to part and file around you in irritation. It quickly turns desperate and heated. Your hands tangle in his hair while he moves to grope along your ribs, and you convey every ounce of your yearning against his lips and tongue. But you know this has nowhere to go. Not here. So you force yourself to part from him again, placing a few final kisses on the corner of his lips as an apology. Because when you start this, you want to finish it.

"We have several blocks to walk home. We should do that now before we make everyone uncomfortable. Besides," you place a kiss on his temple, "we have a rather nice bed waiting for us when we get there."

He groans your name into your hair, but doesn't need any further convincing. He picks up his bag, and you take his free hand and lace your fingers together. It's the first time you've ever been able to casually hold his hand, and even this, something so simple, is a balm on your tender heart.

As you walk through the city, past store fronts and food stands, the two of you finally get the opportunity to talk. You tell him about your job and how you surprised yourself by enjoying it more than you expected. How you'd just gotten a promotion for your skill. At that he stops to sweep you into his arms again and to tell you how proud of you he is. You beam at his praise. Even now, it still means more to you than any incentive or reward you could ever get. You tell him about the co-workers that have been nice and are eager to meet him, though you leave out how, in your misery, you've kept them at arm's length. When you're both comfortable and settled in together, maybe then you'll pick at that wound. Or maybe, with him here, that wound will heal. You'll let your walls down and you won't have to.

You ask about what happened after you left, and he says there isn't much to tell. Other than someone from table one also getting out, things had continued on much the same—just without you. Your replacement hadn't been as fast at the delicate work like you were, though, so your table hadn't gotten above third place after you left. You try not to feel smug about it because you do feel sorry for your old pod. And even for the new man because you know it isn't easy. You know how scary all of it is. For a moment, you also feel a pang of guilt that you hadn't thought as much about them as you had about Kino, or wondered how they were fairing. He can sense the slight shift in your mood and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. He doesn't need to say anything because you can hear his words in your head: "None of this is your fault." You give him a small, grateful smile.

You stop him when you finally see your building down the street, and bring his hand to your lips and place a kiss on his knuckles. "See that building right there?" You point to it and he follows the line of your finger to the corner. "That's it. That's where we live."

He looks at it with awe, and it softens him. He always looks younger when he isn't frowning or so serious. As you watch his face, you realize how overwhelming all of this must be. It had been for you, too, but you had something to do—to focus on—to help you process the emotions. You were also the one paving the way, so it happened for you in steps. He left Narkina 5 and then walked into a whole new life.

"It's perfect." His voice is shaky, far from the commanding shout of Kino Loy, shift manager, and you tilt your head to rest on his shoulder so you can admire it with him.

"I think I appreciate it a lot more right now." You stand there with him, holding his hand and offering him comfort, until he's finally ready to move on.

You both make it up the stairs to your second story flat while he absorbs every detail of the short trek. Inside, you expect him to look around some more, to take everything in and explore the rooms after you've removed your shoes. Instead he drops his bag by the door, closes the space between you, and pulls you in for a deep kiss. In the privacy of your home, you finally allow yourself the low, shameless moan that has been building up inside of you. It feels like its own release, an expression of the longing you've felt all the way to your core.

His arms roam your back, slide down to cup your ass and squeeze over the fabric of your dress. He uses the grip to pull you flush against him and you can feel the firm thickness of his arousal straining against his pants. Your hands slip inside his jacket to run over his chest, along his sides, and around to the planes of his back. The shape of him feels familiar, and yet it feels different. The fabric of his shirt is softer, clings to him in a way the uniform hadn't. So you appreciate his form in a new way with your exploring touch, and it feels like rediscovery. Relearning how you both fit together now, and the thought is exciting.

"You look incredible," you murmur against his lips. "You didn't warn me you look so fucking hot in blue."

He chuckles, deep and rich, and the vibration tingles your chest. "I didn't know. No one's told me before."

"Galaxy full of idiots," you grumble.

"What about you? God, I love this dress. Look at you," he growls.

"I'm glad. I bought it just for you." You give him a heated look and whisper, "So that you can enjoy taking it off of me."

He sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes flutter closed. He takes a second to center himself. When he opens them again, he levels you with the commanding, determined stare that you're so familiar with. The one you can never resist.

"Show me the bedroom."

You take his hand and press it to your chest. The heel rests against your cleavage and his fingers brush your collarbone, covering your pounding heart. You walk backwards, slowly, not taking your eyes off of him, and pull him down the hall with you. It's a straight shot until you reach the door, but you take your time and the effect it has on him is palpable. He stalks after you, frame tense, predatory and hungry. It sends a thrill down your spine.

The room beyond the doorway is tidy, the sheets and blankets are clean and fresh, and the bed is made. You had only added a rug and airy curtains, so it's a little sparse, but it's light and cozy in off whites and peaches. More importantly, it's yours. Before you can say anything, he scoops you up into his arms. You almost forgot how strong he is. How effortlessly he can carry you around. It occurs to you that you can finally explore the implications of that now. You have that freedom.

He walks you past the threshold, across the room, and sets you down on the edge of the bed. Rather than push you back against the covers, he straightens to stand in front of you. You look up at him expectantly and he brushes the back of his knuckle down your cheek.

"I want to appreciate this. Truly, I do." He begins to casually take off his jacket. He pulls his arms out of the sleeves, unhurried, as if he's getting undressed after a long day. Then he meticulously folds it over his arm and tosses it to the floor without looking. "But that will come later. Right now, I just want to fuck you."

There's a responding throb of wetness between your legs. You nod eagerly and choke out, "Yes."

"I want to show you how much I've missed you." He starts on the buttons of his shirt. You wonder if you should be helping, but your hands are trembling. You're not sure you can work a button right now without ripping the threads. You aren't sure how he can work a button right now. He only pauses to pull the fabric from his waistband. Otherwise his pace is infuriatingly steady. "I want to hear how much you've missed me when I do."

"God, Kino." You reach out to greedily touch his exposed skin. You didn't think his outfit could get any hotter, but now his shirt hangs open and untucked from his pants, leaving his chest and stomach bare, and you couldn't have been more wrong. You want him to walk around like that from now on. You imagine him standing in front of the kitchen sink, barefoot and shirt open as he washes a plate. Him on the balcony at dusk, leaning against the railing, looking out across the city with those piercing blue eyes as his hair is ruffled by a breeze and he's bathed in rich, fading sunlight. Him entering the bedroom, rolling up the cuffs of his sleeves on his undone shirt, pleased to see you lounging on the bed and reading, and his trajectory changes towards you as—

His finger under your chin pulls you from your thoughts and you note the hint of amusement on his face. As if he can read your mind. You flush and, with only a small amount of regret, help him push the shirt off of his shoulders, letting your hands skim across his arms as you slide it down. You can feel him shifting beneath your palms as he moves to pull it off the rest of the way. It joins his jacket on the floor.

As his hands move to work on the button of his pants, you climb to your knees before him. You're eye level now and it helps you feel more in control instead of at his mercy. He stops to watch as you reach behind yourself and unzip the back of your dress. The fabric relaxes on your body, no longer pulled taught around you. You don't take it off, though. You still want him to do that.

He doesn't pull it over your head. He pushes it off your shoulders and drags his rough hands along your arms as he peels it down, just as you had done to him. He leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Soon it's pooled around your waist and your top half is exposed. He hungrily takes in the sight of your naked breasts and stomach, but doesn't touch you. Your body has softened while you've been apart. There is still strength there, but your curves are rounder without the constant demand to work or fry. You think it's the perfect balance of toned muscle and feminine figure. He clearly agrees by the way he almost loses his composure. Almost.

"Lie down." His voice is still low and steady. At his command, you sit back down and lay onto the covers. He braces a knee next to your calf and grips the sides of your dress. You raise your hips to give him better access, which earns you a grunt of approval. As he slides it down your legs, he's very focused and gentle, taking care not to rip or damage it, then he lays it on the floor with more thought than he had given his own clothing. It's only when he turns back to you that he realizes you aren't wearing any underwear. And you've let your legs fall open. He groans at the sight of you.

"I just got here and you're already trying to kill me." His gravelly voice rolls over you and you let out a faint whimper.

"No, I'm trying to encourage you."

"Like I need any encouragement." But his eyes continue to linger on your damp sex.

"You're still wearing pants." You spread your legs wider, exposing more of yourself to him. Reluctantly, he looks down at himself, as if he's only just remembered, and he quickly pushes his pants and underwear off in one motion. You can't help but notice that he still carefully steps out of them, an echo of his previous control, which is rapidly dissipating. Finally, he's completely nude before you.

Your memories hadn't done him justice. Hadn't captured the way his muscles flex as he moves or how his chest rises and falls as his breathing quickens at the sight of you. The mesmerizing pattern of grey in his beard and hair. The little curls at the nape of his neck that refuse to lay flat. Hadn't captured the play of light on his skin and the shadow at the hollow of his collarbone, or the lines of his hips when he's poised and ready to climb on top of you. Hadn't captured the view of his thick erection framed by your own legs. Or the way the wrinkles on his forehead deepen with stern concentration when something has captured all of his attention, like the way you're drawing your fingertips along your inner thigh.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" You sound far needier than you meant to. It's almost petulant, but you've waited so long for this and you do need him.

"I'm making up for lost time." His heavy gaze rakes across your body as he drinks in the view.

"Would you like a show? Or would you like to make up for lost time in a different way." You trail a finger from your thigh towards the mound between your legs.

His hand twitches and his jaw clenches in thought as he weighs his options. Or he's waiting for you to beg, and you're getting close to that point, but you want him to just take you.

"Because I can give you a show." You inch further down, barely brushing along your folds, and you watch his length twitch with interest. "I can show you what it was like for me here every night. How I touched myself as I thought of you." You press your finger so it's just breaching your entrance and you react with a tiny gasp.

At that, he stares down at you, lips parted in agony, torn between wanting to watch you and wanting to be the one pressing inside of you.

"How badly I wanted you." You drag your moistened fingertip up across your bundle of nerves. Your hips buck, seeking out more contact, and your head lolls back as you moan out, "Kino!"

The mattress dipping as he presses a knee onto the bed is the only warning you get before he's on top of you. You pull your hand free just before he dives forward and buries his face into your neck. His erection is pinned between you, laying flat against your stomach. You immediately wiggle your hips, trying to bring your arousals closer together, but he's strong and unyielding above you.

"I almost forgot how little it takes for you to drive me absolutely fucking mad," he says against your throat. He nuzzles where your pulse flutters beneath your skin, and you continue your vain writhing beneath him. "I hope you're prepared to not leave this bedroom today."

You want to give him a smug grin, but are incapable of doing more than reacting to the attention he's lavishing on the spots he knows get the biggest rise out of you. Because driving him mad had been your intention and you're getting exactly what you want, but you also forgot to mention: "I have the whole week off of work."

He stops for a second, lips frozen below your ear, and then he pulls away to raise himself onto his hands so he can look down at you. "A week?" His expression is intense and inscrutable, which accentuates the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

You nod, still breathless. "And the weekend."

Without another word, he moves and positions himself between your legs—exactly where you've wanted him this entire time. And for a brief moment, right before he plunges into you, you're nervous. It's ridiculous, you think, but it's been a while. And this feels so much more real compared to sex in a closet, which had also felt real until you could compare it to this moment. This is your first time together in your home, on your bed. It feels significant. Transformative in a way you weren't expecting. As though every decision you've ever made led you to this moment.

You're so full of desire and nerves and anticipation about finally getting what you want, and it blurs together in a heady mix. Then finally, after what feels like a lifetime of waiting, he buries himself into you with one hard thrust. At his deep groan, the noise and static in your head are silenced, and all that's left is him.

"Kino," your voice is pleading, desperate, but you don't have to say anything more. Don't have to beg because he's rocking into you at a frenzied pace before his name even dies on your lips.

His lips find your neck, your collarbone, your cheek. He kisses and bites, causing you to gasp and cry out, and his beard rasps your skin. You hope all of it leaves a mark—that you're a canvas of bruises and burns later. His.

You grip his shoulders, hook a leg in the crook of his knee, and curl the other around his waist so that you can hold on to him. It's all you can do to keep yourself steady while he fucks you. Every snap of his hips sends a spark of pleasure through you that continues to build, wave upon wave.

You want it to last, to stay in that heightened state of arousal, wrapped around him, full of him, skin burning—but then you hear the low rumble of his voice.

"God, I've missed you." You can feel his hot breath on your cheek and his voice in your chest. "Missed fucking you."

You turn to capture his mouth in a hungry kiss. He grunts against your tongue and it's all you can stand. You surrender to your climax, unable to moan or breathe until that first peak finishes rolling through you—and then you are gasping and sobbing his name. His hips pick up speed, relentless through your pulsing and clenching around him. He has a solemn look of concentration and his jaw clenches from the effort. Finally, his whole body stills, tenses against you. Then he follows you over that edge, his face slack with bliss, and spills himself inside of you with a moan that sounds like your name.

Every part of you is satisfied and at peace. The sex was fast, and hard, and desperate, but it was the best sex of your entire life. It was two hundred and thirty eight days ending. It was both of you free of that place. Free of the masks and roles, and never having to keep your distance again. It was the two of you as you are and as you can be from now on.

You pull him down and into your arms. He goes willingly into the embrace, bonelessly tucks himself against you and under your chin. You run your fingers through his thick, grey locks and feel him give a content hum. Your poor heart, which is still trying to calm down, lurches in your chest.

"Kino Loy," you smile, "I think I might be completely and hopelessly in love with you."

He tilts his head to give you a tired hint of a smile back. "And I think I might be desperately in love with you, too."

You continue to lay there, nude and intertwined, because you can, and say the words back and forth to each other, each phrase more certain than the last, until you fall asleep.

"I suppose I should get rid of this now."

"Get rid of it? Why?"

"I mean, I don't need it anymore. You're here."

"Why don't we hang it on the wall?"

You look at him in confusion. "Why?"

"Because it shows what we both went through to be together. Every X is a day we survived so we could get back to each other."

You love it. Suddenly the visual reminder of the time between you was a reminder of a time passed. It didn't seem quite so depressing anymore.

"Plus, it's cute. You made a calendar, love. For me. And look at the little heart over today!"

You blush, a little embarrassed. "I told you all I was going to do is work and wait for you."

"You'll never have to wait for me again. I'm here and I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

"Hmm," you pretend to think, "I don't think either of us will live that long. Forever is a long time."

He laughs deep in his chest, his eyes and nose wrinkling in amusement, and, finally, you're home.

[firetextskpop]

idk how much requests you have but if you do get a chance, could i get a poly!pentagon or poly!the boyz with the reader? 🥺

A/N: I'm sorry I don't really know TBZ that well but I'm planning on stanning them soon! 💞 I'm just make this a part 2 to the first one.💞💞 There will be another part with the Hyungline but this one will just be the Maknae line

Part 1

This is just pure smut y’all. Fluff in the beginning for like a paragraph.

The following week Wooseok and Yuto invited you to watch a movie at the dorms. Of course you accepted and when the day approached, you 3 were cuddled in a blanket on the floor. Wooseok had made a pallet for the 3 of you to be comfortable. Wooseok was the big spoon, Yuto the middle spoon and you were the little spoon. Currently the movie was at a scary portion and you decided to go to the restroom. “I’m sorry boys. When I come back, can we find a different movie?” You ask on the way. They agree while turning off the movie. As you make your way to the restroom, you hear some noises coming from Kino and Changgu’s dorm. You decided to ignore it for the moment and proceeded to the restroom. While making your way back, the noises became louder. Slowly, you open the door, making sure not to be heard. The door is opened just enough to peek inside and see Changgu thrusting into Hyunggu on the edge of the bed. Hyunggu’s legs were on Yeoone’s shoulders as the older whispered to the younger how good he’s being. You crept your hand down to your core and pleasured yourself a bit while peeping. Kino’s whines were so heavenly to anyone’s ears. “You’re taking me so well. Shinwon and Jinho hyung would be happy to hear how good of a boy you’ve been.” Changgu praised Kino. You bit back a moan before jumping at the deep voice now in your ear. “Baby Girl, if you wanted sex, you could’ve just told us.” Yuto mumbled against your ear and wrapped his arms around your body. By now, the door had opened wider and the 2 active boys had noticed your panic. “Where did you come-” You started but he cut you off “You said you’d be back.” Yuto pouted and slowly guided you into the room further. “Ah, Y/N was watching was she?” Changgu chuckles a bit, dragging his right hand up and down Hyunggu’s abdomen. You nodded and looked over to Yeoone. “Always such a bad girl.” Yuto mumbled against your neck while picking up your legs to pin you against the wall. “We’ll have to give our babies quite the show, won’t we.” The eldest asks the youngest male in the room. Yuto carries you to the nearest bed in the room and turns you so you’re able to watch what’s going on. Quickly, he sheds you of your shorts and underwear as well. Changgu goes back to thrusting into and pleasuring his good boy. Yuto’s hand reaches down to stroke your folds and match the pace of Changgu. Soft moans escape your lips and he then pushes 2 fingers into you. He placed light kisses on your neck and asked if you liked what you were seeing while curling his fingers, hitting your g-spot. You nodded and arched your back. Kino gripped onto Changgu for dear life while moaning and groaning for the more dominant one to go harder and faster. Doing as asked, Changgu was now slamming into Hyunggu, causing the younger to reach his orgasm before even realizing it. Yuto’s thumb now grazed over your clit as he pounded his fingers into you, sliding in a third. As Changgu scolds Hyunggu for coming without warning and Yuto slowly brings you to your orgasm, Wooseok steps into the room. “You guys ditched me and the movie?” He asked kinda sad. Yuto shook his head and motioned for the youngest to come toward him. The tall boy sat next to Yuto and he removed his fingers from inside of you. “Y/N was peeping in on Kino and I and Yuto caught her.” Yeoone says pulling out of Kino and motioning for the submissive to go towards the youngest. With shaky, sensitive legs, Kino makes his way in between Wooseok’s legs. “And I was going to punish her for leaving us and peeping.” Yuto said motioning you to join Kino. “I didn’t mean to leave you guys I was just curiou-” You said quickly but a strike was made on your butt. “No excuses love.” Changgu says massaging the spot he just striked. “Hyunggu, you’re so handsome. Were you being good for Yeoone hyung?” Wooseok asked rubbing his hand against Kino’s jawline and thumb against his cheek. The mentioned boy smiled remembering the praise he was receiving. “Yes, I was!” He said very happily. “Until?” Yeoone reminded Kino. “I-I accidentally came without telling him first.” Hyunggu said poutily. Wooseok sucked his teeth and shook his head. You reached for his zipper as he spoke to the boy. Instantaneously Wooseok grabbed your wrists and Yuto spanked you again. “You don’t learn do you baby?” Wooseok asked giving your hands over to Yuto who now tied your hands together with the nearest piece of clothing. “You two are so bratty. Nani is our only true good baby.” Changgu says running a hand on both yours and Kino’s back. “Tell him to come here so he can teach them something.” The second oldest male says. Yeoone nodded and began to Facetime Yanan. “Since you’re so excited, let’s get started.” Wooseok purrs and pulls down his basketball shorts just enough for his goods to be shown to you both. Both of your eyes widened in excitement. Since Hyunggu was the only one with available hands, He brought Wooseok’s member down to his lips, sucking, kissing and kitten licking on the tip. The groan the erupted from Seok’s throat was deep and caused a tingle in your stomach. Hyunggu took his younger member deeper into his mouth until his nose was lightly pressed against the younger’s stomach. Wooseoks hand ran through Kino’s hair before gripping it into a ponytail. You became whiny as you watched the scene before you. “Whining won’t get you what you want Y/N. Speak up.” Yuto says rubbing himself through his sweats. “Sir, can I pleasure you too, please?” You asked looking up at Seok. He smirks and nods. Kino lifts off the younger and points it to you to help. While still looking Wooseok in the eyes, you take him into your mouth. The sound of soft groans could be heard from behind you. Changgu and Yuto were helping each other via mutual masturbation. As you sucked on Wooseok, Kino leaned in to join and licked and sucked hickeys onto the places you could not reach. It was evident that Wooseok was nearing his orgasm, his hips began to thrust unknowingly and his legs shook. Suddenly Seok pulled out of your mouth and held himself back. “Open your mouths.” He said and you both do just as told. He (tried to) evenly distribute his seed amongst you both and finished with a big sigh. You both swallowed and Hyunggu then kissed you. You went to put your hands into his hair but the piece of cloth wrapped round your wrist stopped you. Hyunggu chuckled and reached a hand down in between your legs. “No touching.” Changgu smacked Kino’s hand away. He whimpered a bit at the pain but sat back. In that moment, Yanan had come into the room shy. Your eyes met with Yanan’s and a wave of warmness went through your body. He smiled and was met with Yeoone who explained the situation to him. A blush crept across Nani’s face at the compliment of being best behaved amongst the 3 of you. “Can we show them what the good subs get?” Yeoone asks running his hand up Yanan’s thigh. The younger of the 2 nods while slightly closing his legs a bit more. Wooseok pulled you and Kino up onto his lap and untied your hands. Yuto joined the eldest 2 onto the bed and began kissing Yanan. Changgu moved Yanan so he was now on all fours on the bed. He pushed himself against the back of Yanan’s basketball shorts. Kino began to grind himself against Wooseok’s thigh. Before you know it, Yanan is naked and Changgu is prepping him as Yuto sucks hickies into his neck while stroking Yanan. Nani is a moaning mess from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Think you’re ready baby boy?” The eldest asked. Yanan nodded. Changgu replaced his fingers with his dick and Nani bit back a loud moan. Yeoone threw his head back while holding a tight grip onto Yanan’s hips. Yuto whispered something into Yanan’s ear and he nodded. The youngest of the 3 then leaned back and Yanan took him into his mouth. It now was your turn to grind against Wooseoks thighs. “You both are so needy. Y/N, get on all fours. Kino, get behind her.” You both follow the instructions given. Kino teases your entrance a bit before sliding into you. You clench around him from sensitivity. Both you and Hyunggu were still watching the scene before you as well. As Hyunggu picked up the pace a bit to match Changgu, Wooseok slowed him down and entered him from behind. Kino’s heavenly moans came back into play. “Come on baby boy, pleasure Y/N.” Wooseok directed him. Kino was overstimulated from every thrust. The pleasure you received from his thrusts, Wooseok’s dirty talk to Kino and the sight before you were unmatched. Changgu was pounding into Yanan as Yuto facefucked him. Since Yanan was a good boy, he was able to touch himself during this process which helped in the process of wrecking him. Wooseok reached around to rub your clit quickly as Kino thrusted into you at the same pace as Changgu. Your arms gave in on you and your cheek laid against your arm. Changgu released into Yanan and gave him a few more thrusts before pulling out. Now it was Yuto’s turn. Yuto took over the place of Changgu and immediately began thrusting hard. Yanan’s hand was replace with Yeoone’s. Their lips met as well. “I’m so close.” Kino barely whispered out but Wooseok heard him. “Should we let him cum?” Wooseok asked you, pinching your clit. You nodded and Wooseok smirked. “Go ahead prince, you can cum.” Hyunggu used the last bit of his strength to thrust into you and against Wooseok as hard as he could. You felt him release inside of you and began convulsing as your orgasm hit you as well. A long string of curses fell from your lips as your eyes shut tightly. When your eyes opened again, all of the boys were by your side. “Y/N, you okay?” Yanan asked you, with his arms wrapped around your body. Hyunggu came to you with a glass of water. “Yeah, what happened?” You replied weakly taking the water. “You passed out from overstimulation.” Yuto explained, rubbing the back of your neck. “We were worried but we’re so glad you’re okay.” Yeoone said and gave you a kiss. “Me too. Thank you guys for taking care of me. I love you guys.” You said and finished the water. They all responded that they loved you too. “We can find that movie now.” Wooseok smiled. An action movie was chosen and everyone relaxed during the movie. Yanan’s arms tightened around you and he placed kisses all over the top of your head. There was no place you’d rather be.

[all-about-kyu]

Pairing: dad!kino x mom!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Rating: R 18+ MINORS DNI MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Warnings: the kids refer to other adults as aunts/uncles with no blood relation, language

Smut Warnings: dry humping, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of mirror sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Word Count: 2.4k

It was quite a common thing for all the members to have dinner together, and bring their families along. All of your kids running around enjoying their time together while you, Hyunggu, and the others enjoy relaxing for a little bit. Jinho and his wife had dismissed themselves to finish making dinner (his son had started complaining a few minutes ago that he was completely starved). It didn’t take long for your son to crawl into your lap in the midst of your conversation with Wooseok’s partner. You could hear your husband picking on his younger friend for being so panicked while holding his infant daughter still but pay it no mind in the end. Shinwon sits forward suddenly next to you making you jump and hold onto your son tighter.

“Babe,” he calls, “where are the boys? It's too quiet.”

“They’re probably playing with Daiyu, you know how much they love her.” she brushes it off.

Shinwon gets up and starts wandering around the house, “No, no, I know my sons, they’re up to something.”

“They better not be if my daughter is involved, she’s my perfect little angel, never does anything wrong.” Yanan gushes.

“Don’t lie, she’s 7 she’s a terror sometimes and you know it.” his wife calls from the kitchen.

Not much long later the food was finished and it still took a good ten more minutes to corral all the kids to the table. Wooseok carried his daughter as if she would fall through his arms at any given moment despite his partner saying she would be fine if he walked normally. As always, your son insisted on sitting between you and Hyunggu as if his life depended on it. It hadn’t even been 5 minutes of sitting at the table when Changgu’s son was crawling under the table and pretending to be a cat. Which, of course, made Changgu climb under the table trying to get him out instead of just calling him. There was never a dull moment at your group dinners. You’re 99% sure Shinwon’s twin boys switched clothes again to mess with him, you’d never ruin their fun though, you’re the “fun aunt” in their opinion because of it. Finally a moment of peace passed over the table and everyone was eating with rather calm conversations flowing in the air. Though, you should’ve known something was coming, between your husband, your friends, and all the kids something was bound to happen. That’s when you turn to your son and see the gears turning in his head.

“Where did Uncle Wooseok get the baby? Can I have a baby too?” he suddenly pipes up in his small voice, causing Wooseok to choke on his chicken, “And Jihoon has a little brother,” he references Hoetaek’s older boy, “Why can’t I have a sister? Can I have a sister mom?”

Now you hear your Hyunggu start to choke just when you need backup. You can feel yourself blush but smile at your son. Jinho struggles to stifle a laugh when he sees how flustered you both got and only stopped when his wife hit his arm lightly.

“Um, sweetie, that’s not really something you can choose. Ask your dad if you can have a sister.” you quickly deflect to your barely recovered husband.

Hyunggu gives you a look that could kill because of your statement. Your son however looks up at him with big sparkly eyes, full of hope.

“Maybe bud, mom and I need to talk about it first.” he keeps his answer short.

The rest of the meal passes by rather uneventfully somehow, though you won’t complain about it and you know no one else would either. Just as you start to gather your son’s things you hear three sets of excited feet running towards you. When you turn around you are faced with your son, but also Shinwon’s boys as well. You can already feel the question before it’s even said out loud. Luckily both Shinwon and his partner are right there too so there was no need to call them over.

“Can I sleep over with Sunghoon and Minjun? Please?” he begs, “It’s been so long.”

Hyunggu looks over at Shinwon who just shrugs, showing that he didn’t mind either way, “It’s fine with me, why don’t you go ask the boys’ dad.”

You smile seeing how all three of them light up at his agreement. They bolt off towards the couch where Shinwon was currently holding Wooseok’s baby. You can see all three of them practically vibrating with excitement. Your son bolts back a moment later asking for his things, which you quickly hand him, and he’s back off to play with the twins. Shinwon passes the infant to his partner before walking over to you both. There’s a teasing undertone to his smile and you have a feeling you know where it’s going.

“I’m doing you two a favor and I expect one in return, maybe of the same thing, rather soon. Have fun, not too much fun though.” he starts to walk back towards the couch, “Maybe even consider giving your son that sister he wants.” he teases as he walks fully away from you both.

You shake your head and don’t give him any response you’re sure he wanted. Hyunggu simply reaches past you to grab his coat, he brushes a kiss against the shell of your ear, his hand gently resting on your hip just to make his actions more clear. The feeling sent shivers down your spine and if any of your friends noticed it they didn’t say anything. Though, it was highly possible none of them saw it considering how preoccupied many of them were with their own things. You knew exactly what was on his mind by such a simple touch. But as if that small kiss wasn’t enough to tell you he whispers something before pulling away.

“I have an idea for what we should do when we get home.” his voice is raspy and has a very strong undercurrent of arousal, squeezing your hip for extra effect.

You let out a shaky breath and you know he’s smirking when he hears it. He shrugs on his jacket and helps you put yours on (your mind clearly clouded with other thoughts from his point of view). The both of you quickly bid goodbye to the others, before finding your son (who was playing with the twins and Hongseok’s daughter) and saying goodbye to him. He honestly couldn’t care though, he was much more excited to have a sleepover with his friends. With that, you were out of the house and on your way home.

The minute you’re in your doorway though, Hyunggu shuts the door as fast as he can and has you pinned against it in a heated kiss. You let out a slightly surprised noise but quickly bury your hands in his hair, and kiss him back. His hands start wandering from your hip down your thigh, bringing it up around his waist.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had the house to ourselves.” he mumbles against your lips, “I can fuck you as loud as I want without worrying about being interrupted. God,” he sighs, pressing his erection against your clothed core, “I can’t wait to hear you moan nice and loud for me.”

You whimper at the feeling of him pressed against you combined with his words, “Hyunggu, please,” you start kissing his neck, “bed, now.” you nip at his neck trying to get your point across.

He groans again as he continues his ministrations, “Why do that when I can fuck you right here. Remember all those fun places we fucked before we were parents? Right out in the open on the beach during our honeymoon, during a midnight run to the convenience store and you were so fucking desperate we fucked in that dirty bathroom with you bent over the sink.” he taunts you, “How about when we fuck in front of that wall of mirrors we have for our closet door, you love it when I fuck you there. Shame we can’t do that.”

You lift your other leg up and he quickly takes your thigh into his grasp. You don’t respond to his taunting, you just continue to bite small marks into his neck and attempt to grind down against him. Though you quickly grow tired of being against the door simply dry humping your husband.

“Hyunggu, if you don’t take me to bed right now you aren’t getting anything tonight.”

He giggles at your comment, “You’re so demanding. Maybe I should put another baby in you tonight. What do you think about that, dearest?”

He pulls you off the wall and carries you to your bedroom mentally making a note to thank Shinwon for taking your son for the night. It doesn’t take long for your back to be against your mattress and your husband’s hands to be under your shirt. You barely break the kiss when he pulls your shirt off your body. Normally you have sweet quiet kisses but now it’s a kiss full of lust and hunger, you never get nights like this anymore and you were going to take advantage of it. Your hands snake down to undo his jeans and he helps you shake them off his body before taking the rest of your clothing off for you. You drag his shirt off his body too, finally leaving you both completely bare in front of each other. He dives back down to meet your lips again, you can feel his member brush against your wet opening causing you to gasp into the kiss.

“I was being serious earlier, baby, I’d absolutely love to put another baby in you. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re pregnant, and you’re such an amazing mom already.” he gushes between kisses, “Plus, you look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you. It’s one of my favorite sights in the world.” he smirks, starting to attack your neck with kisses. “Will you let me put another baby in you, pretty girl?”

“Please, Hyunggu.” you breathe out slightly lost in the pleasure of the moment.

He scatters kisses across your skin as he finally pushes into you. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel him finally inside you. He thrusts shallowly while murmuring by your ear how tight you feel around him. Your fingers claw at his shoulders as he continues his excruciatingly slow pace, as much as you love when he takes his time with you, you want nothing more than for him to move faster right now. Bucking your hips up in his direction you hope to get your point across, a light chuckle rumbles through his chest as he sees (and feels) your action. He pulls back so he’s standing rather than leaning over you. He holds your thighs so they’re as widely spread as possible, and presses his tongue into the side of his cheek. You feel another gush of arousal flood you when you see him do so, you have no idea how you could be so lucky as to have him. He gives a particularly hard thrust making you moan louder than you had all night so far. By instinct your hand flies over your mouth to quiet yourself. Hyunggu had other plans though, for a short moment his hand moves off your thigh and moves your hand away from your face.

“I want to hear you, baby, be as loud as you want.” he tells you before ducking down for a short, sweet kiss.

Though the sweet moment doesn’t last long, he starts pistoning his hips into you with more vigor than you realized he had. You cling to him again and let moans fly freely from your lips. You continue hearing your husband say the filthiest and sweetest things to you all within the same breath. Before you can even think about how good he was making you feel, a familiar knot starts forming in the lower part of your belly. You move to help your orgasm build and toy with your clit but Hyunguu smacks your hand away with another smirk resting on his lips.

“You’re only cumming from my cock tonight, I know you can, you’ve done it so many times before.” his smirk widening, you whine just wanting your high as fast as possible, “Don’t whine about it, I know you love it.”

You clench around him hearing the way he’s talking to you in such a condescending tone. He’s looking down at you with a facial expression like he would eat you at any moment. Between the way he was thrusting into you, his words, and his facial expression you feel like you could cum at any moment. You try to warn him but you were far too lost in pleasure and bound to interrupt yourself with moans and whines. You’re almost positive he knows you’re about to reach your high though by the way your moans rise higher in pitch and his pace increases impossibly. You pull him down to your chest holding him against you, feeling his heartbeat against your chest. You feel your orgasm wash over you and your thighs spasm on either side of your husband. He moans right in your ear when he feels your walls fluttering around him. His own high was triggered by yours and you feel his cum flood inside you. You whimper and dig your nails into his skin trying to stay sane somehow.

“You think we’ll get a girl this time?” he asks with a chuckle, then pulling out, “See, look how pretty your little pussy looks leaking my cum.” he taunts again, you throw a pillow at him.

“Shut up, we don’t even know if I’ll get pregnant.” you say with a slight laugh in return, “Either way go get a damn towel to clean up.” you smile at him.

He walks over to you after throwing on a pair of grey sweats, “Anything for you,” he kisses you gently, “Even if you didn’t get pregnant this time that just means we get to try over and over again.” he winks, running out of the room with a giggle before you can throw another pillow at him.

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