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The Places Between Us: The Lycan Brothers: (OT8 x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: San x Wooyoung x Fem!Reader | Side pairings: Hongjoong x Fem!reader x Ateez x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff | AU: fantasy!au

Word Count: 13k

Summary: An ambush leads YN from Mingi's cold hands and into the long claws of Choi pack Alpha San and Beta Wooyoung. An escape plan is hatched, but is it executed?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, stockholm syndrome, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, DoubleDick!Yunh, monster fucking, face fucking, throat fucking, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome (m/m/f), orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.

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Part 3: The Undead Soldier < | > Part 5: The Goblin Merchant

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Mingi froze in his seat, staring at the tent entrance and listening for more. Hurried shadows casted by campfires glided across the canvas, and the sounds of clanging armor and calls to action came from beyond the tent. Mingi immediately grabbed his sword and shield.

“You stay here,” he ordered you, “And put on some clothes. You’ll need them.”

Panic hit you once you glimpsed through the flap. Loud barking and growling came faintly from the distance, mingling with the Undead battlecries. You quickly pulled on the tunic dress Mingi gave you, and strapped the bone-and-silver belt around your waist. The crow squawked and batted its wings excitedly, startled by the noise from outside, and this only worsened your panic. Confusion but determination came as you tied your sandals. This was your shot. Mingi had no intention of taking you to Lord Kim; you’d be going to his crypt in The Grey Lands where he’d keep you like a pet. You might end up a slave anyway, but you have to try. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t.

“Do you know a way away from here?” you asked the crow as bloodcurdling howls came from outside. When it cawed, you said, “Show me then.”

You opened the flap, and suddenly wished you had not. Amongst the broken bloodless corpses scattered on the ground, you saw massive wolves. At least, you thought they were at first. Taller and bigger than horses or men, they came in various shades of white, grey, brown and black. Standing on two legs, they were a mix of men and wolves. Their snouts covered in blood, their teeth alone made your toes curl back. You watched in horror as one wolf, a monstrous black beast, tore through a group of Undead like butter. It growled menacingly, snarling and clawing at any soldier who came within feet of it. It lifted one of the largest soldiers inches from the ground and bit into the neck, growling and snarling before tossing them away. Then, it spotted you.

“Shit,” you breathed.

The monster bounded towards you on all fours, and you broke out into a run. The crow flew low, barely visible in the torch lights scattered through the camp. It kept you on the outskirts, but that hardly mattered. You could hear the beast behind you, its feet thumping the ground and teeth right on your heels. A scream came out of you right as your sandal snagged on a tree root, causing you to fall and the wolf to climb on top of you. Its heavy body hovering over yours, it bared its fangs and roared. Another scream ripped through your throat, and tears instantly started filling your eyes. It moved to sink its teeth into you when something came from above.

The crow slammed its beak right into the wolf’s eyes, causing it to howl in pain and swat its large clawed hands at the bird. You took several deep breaths as you watched the crow scratched and pecked at its eyes and face. The beast distracted, you scrambled to your feet and continued running through the battle. You dodged Undead and wolves alike, jumping out of their way or sidestepping to avoid being hit as you ran. Mingi and several other warlocks shot bolts of lightning, ice or fire at their opponents; some of them went down, but others charged forward. You saw the tree line up ahead, the dark forest beyond the tall trunks, and ran harder and faster. It was only a few yards away when another wolf blocked your path.

This one was much larger than the first. Its snow white fur shone in the fire light, crimson blood matting around its mouth and dripping from its long fangs. Your heart thumped in your chest. The crow wasn’t around. Mingi wasn’t around. Nothing would stop this beast from devouring you. You backed up slowly until your body pressed into something hard. The sleek fur and hot breath made you jump, and you turned to see another wolf, dark brown and only slightly smaller than the first, closing in on you. You did everything to keep yourself at a distance from them. The pair circled you before facing you together, slowly inching closer as you drew further away.

“She’s tasty looking…” the white wolf said in a raspy, gravelly voice. “I wouldn’t mind more than a bite.”

They could talk?!

“She smells good,” said the brown wolf in a similar but higher tone. “Like a ripe peach waiting to be sunk into…”

“Ge-get back,” you said, knees shaking as you started towards the forest. “Min-Mingi will come for me, and he’s a warlock and he’ll kill you for trying to touch me.”

Their laughter was loud grunts that rattled you. “That walking corpse can’t help you, sweetheart,” said the white wolf.

“I suggest you start running, Little Peach,” his companion said. “The chase is always the best part.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Snapping into action, you took off into the woods. The cold air drying out your throat, your heart matched your fast steps. You used to outrun the boys on the school yard, but these were not little boys. The chances of getting away are far too small. Your crow friend might intervene once again and peck their eyes out for an easy escape. Mingi might discover what’s happened and fight to get you back. Or maybe, just maybe, you outstrip them and somehow magically end up at the base of the Crescent Mountains. The freezing air seeping through your thin dress and numbing your toes, you felt yourself slowing down.

“Keep running, Little Peach,” the brown wolf cackled. “We’re almost there!”

Everything looked the same in the half-light of the moon. You made a turn, almost bumping into a tree before moving onward.

“Uh-oh, sweetheart,” you heard the white wolf say, “We’re right at your heels.”

“You can always slow down! We promise it won’t hurt! We’ll be oh-so-gentle with you!”

“The first time!”

Your body begged for you to give in. With all the exertion you put yourself through, the sprinting was beginning to weigh you down. You took another turn, and saw light up ahead. Whether friend or foe, you didn’t know but you hoped it’d be your salvation. You charged forward to it before a big black mass came from your left.

“Gotcha!”

The brown wolf no longer stood on all fours, but on two. Standing several feet taller than you, you couldn’t help but freeze in its gaze. Its wet snout sniffed the air around you, thin lips stretching in a smile.

“Ooh, you do smell good,” the wolf said, walking closer to you. “I’m going to enjoy tasting your little peach.”

You screamed when a pair of furry arms wrapped around your waist to lift you. Legs off the floor, you kicked and struggled in its strong arms. You punched at the lean, white arms holding you, but your hits were feeble against this strong wolf.

“Where did that corpse find such a tasty treat?” The white wolf said, not bothered by your kicking and hitting. “We can raid it and get more yummy morsels like you.”

“Let go of me!” The vulgar words struck between your thighs, and your mark started burning. No. Not now. “Let go!”

“Aw, how cute! She’s trying to get away!” The brown one laughed. He reached forward to the collar of your tunic and easily tore it. You cried out when a sharp claw touched your exposed nipple. “These look nice…so soft and round. Lycan women aren’t built like this.”

“Not in their natural form,” his friend added. “Come on, Little Peach, let’s have a look at you.”

Your hands and knees stopped your fall, the twigs and leaves scratching your palms and legs. Crawling quickly, you scrambled across the floor before a clawed hand dragged you back. On your back, you stared up at the two beasts towering over you. They were wolves that stood like men. The white wolf was broader and more muscular, while the brown wolf was leaner and thinner. Your entire body shook, and you swatted at the claws reaching out to your tunic. Your cunt pulsed from the ideas starting to fill your head. Easily, the white wolf tore your belt off while the brown shredded the rest of your dress. The ripping of fabric and the snipping of their claws on your skin aroused you.

“I wonder what Mingi will say when he finds out we’ve captured his pretty slave,” the brown one said, smiling gleefully as he grabbed your ankles.

“I wonder what he’ll think when he finds out what we’re going to do to his pretty slave,” the other wolf said, already kneeling in front of you. “This looks nice,” he pushed your legs apart, “Already wet and ready, are we? You enjoy a good chase too, hm?”

“Screw the both of you! Let me go now!”

“Oh, somebody’s getting screwed,” he laughed, “Don’t you worry about that.”

A single slow lick of his tongue sends tremors up your body. The brown wolf holding you down, you had no way of fighting them off, but as a second lick came, you felt your struggle waning. The white wolf held onto your thighs, firmly keeping them apart as he made a third lick. You could feel his flat, wide tongue covering your entire sex; the cool air dried his saliva on your skin, which was then warmed against by his tongue. He rubbed his snout against your inner thighs, the wet nose taking in your natural scent before he sunk back to the middle. Your nipples hardened, and your toes curled at the constant, slow lapping. When he focused on your clitoris, you started shaking again. This encouraged the wolf to push the lips aside with his tongue and zone in on the throbbing nub.

“Does she taste as good as she smells?” The brown wolf asked, tongue sticking out slightly.

“So good,” he replied, “And sensitive. She’s already shaking and I’m barely licking it.”

The brown wolf pinched your nipple between two black claws, moving them up and down to stir the pot. He gave a low chuckle when your hips twisted in his companion’s grasp. He held both your wrists easily in one hand, and continued teasing your breasts. The smooth claws grazed over the center of the hard peaks; the sharp tips lightly circled them, scratching the skin but not enough to draw blood. Tiny stings of pain came when he dragged his hand from bottom to top, though still not doing any damage. This combined with the tongue rolling around your swelling clit, you bit down on your lip to suppress your moans.

“She’s loving this,” the white wolf said. “Don’t feel bad, Little Peach. Relax and enjoy my tongue for a while.”

“If you’re good, you’ll get more than a tongue.”

“Oh…God…” you let out in a shaky breath, head tossing to the side as he flicked right underneath your clit.

“Feels good, hm?” the wolf below asked. “Do you like my tongue on your pretty clit?”

You couldn’t answer. The magic of your curse renders you incapable of refusal now. Mingi’s spell might remove pain, but not the control it took from you. His fellow moved to your side, holding your wrists still, and bent to lick at your hard nipples. His teeth nipped at them, leaving small bites on the supple mounds, whenever he rubbed his nose on you. They did this for a while, then the brown wolf knelt beside you. Through the woolen cloth covering his crotch was a long, red cock. Like Seonghwa, it was thicker and longer than you’re used to. When he lifted it, showing off the considerable length, you spotted a ball right at the base. Not balls, but a sort of blockage right there. You had no idea why he’d have that, but your mark had you wishing he’d plunge deep inside.

“Let’s put this mouth to good use,” he said, pushing the head to your parted lips.

The white wolf suddenly picked up speed, still only lapping over various parts that made you squirm in his arms. The brown one straddled your chest, hovering himself over your face, and pinned down your arms above your head. The hard head on your lips easily pushes through them, stretching your mouth and cheeks as he slid only a few inches inside. He let out a low growl when you started eagerly sucking the muscle passing over your tongue. You let it wag against the slick underside; it massaged the thick vein pumping more blood into it as it hardened. The string of muffled moans and curses the licking produced worked like a vibrator for him. He let out elongated moans whenever he reached your throat, holding himself there while you struggled to breathe. You loved the feeling, surprisingly. The slight choking and gagging it created each time he did it made you quiver. Unfortunately for you, the pair realized this and took full advantage of it.

“Bring her to her knees, Wooyoung,” the white wolf gasped, pulling away from your soaked sex. “I want that mouth too.”

The brown wolf, Wooyoung, dismounted and easily lifted you to your knees. The white wolf grabbed your head, holding it firmly in place as he tapped his own heavy cock on your face.

“She really is pretty,” Wooyoung said, slapping your cheeks and mouth with his friend. “She’s even prettier with cock in her mouth and on her face. We should keep her, San. Imagine having a slave who opens up whenever we want…Especially a pretty one like this.”

“Not a bad idea,” San replied, shoving his head into your mouth at last. “Not a bad idea at all,” he groaned when you started sucking him.

Wooyoung wrapped your hand around his cock, then started guiding it for you. You felt both of them pulse and throb together. It was like hearts beating in sync with each other. Warm, savory precum started spilling onto your tongue as San continued pumping into your mouth. He thrusted himself fully, tip invading your throat as your lips reached the knot at the base. Because of Mingi’s ritual, you didn’t feel pain. Even with your mouth so stretched, your throat being penetrated so much, you didn’t feel anything except pure pleasure. You squirm around in your restricted place, your cunt wanting attention from one of them if not both. Your heart pounded in your chest. San withdrew, drool and precum leaking from your lips and Wooyoung took his place. He tapped your tongue a few times, sliding up and down on it before pushing inside every so often. He chuckled when you desperately tried getting him in your mouth.

“I wonder what he did to you,” said San, using your hand like a toy. “Most humans cry and are in pain from lycan cock. You don’t. Why is that, Little Peach?”

“Probably used to it,” Wooyoung answered, forcing his length into your throat again. “It makes her even better.”

“I don’t think so…”

“You’re really thinking about that now?”

“It’s crossed my mind…”

“Who cares, man? Stop brooding and enjoy our Peach.”

San released you and laid on the forest floor. Without warning, he brought you on top of him. Your smooth skin brushed against his furry body, and with your hands no longer restricted, you started feeling his chest. Each breath stretched him, his hard chest tight on your hands, the hair smooth and silky on your fingertips. You were so much smaller than him. Even Wooyoung appeared an inch or so narrower. Even his dick was bigger. You knew this when he held you above his twitching tip and gently lowered you onto it. Fingers digging into the thick hair, you braced yourself for a tight pressure that sent moans up through your throat. You knew you were tighter than anything he’s ever had since his head fell back into the floor and he let out a soft howl.

“Pl-please….” you whine, your walls squeezing his tip, “More…”

He answered by bringing you further down. While he focused on the pleasure burning within him, Wooyoung bent to see where you both met.

“I told you she’s had lycan dick before,” he said. “She’s not even bleeding.”

San ignored him.

“You’re lucky, Peach,” Wooyoung said, stroking your hair and licking your nipple. “It’s not every day a girl gets to fuck the Alpha.”

When you sat impaled on him, both you and San shook from the overwhelming pleasure. He kept his hands on your hips, nails scratching your skin from the tight grip as he guided you on him. Your mouth open from the steady stream of moans, Wooyoung shoved himself back inside. Holding your hair, he held you in place as he used your mouth like before. You tried letting go of San’s fur, but you couldn’t. If you did, you’d lose all balance and grip on reality. You only let go to put one of his hands on your chest. He cupped it easily, kneading and caressing the tit bouncing in his palm. You couldn’t stop. The mark burning on your back made it difficult to resist. You didn’t want to resist. You needed this. You needed them.

After he was slick with your saliva, Wooyoung rounded and kneeled around you. Unable to stay up longer, you lowered onto San who might as well be a small bed underneath you. You did nothing but whimper when his hands spread your ass cheeks and something sticky and hot ran over your hole.

“Stay still for a minute, sweetheart,” San rasped in your ear. “It’ll feel good in a few minutes.” You found it hard to stop grinding on him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist, “It’s that good, hm? Answer me, Peach. Does my big dick feel good inside your guts?”

“Ye-yes,” you sobbed, “Let-let me…”

“Let you ‘what’? Ride me?” He chuckled when you eagerly nodded, “You’ll get to once you’re filled up.”

Despite his words, San kept rocking as Wooyoung continued wetting your hole. “Stretch it for him,” San whispered to you, “Put your pretty hand down there and open it up. His claws will hurt too much.”

“Oh, she can handle a little claw tip,” Wooyoung dismissed, but you cried out when his claw went down your crack.

“No,” San said sternly. “Go ahead, I got you,” he said to you gently, “I’m holding you. I got you.”

His strength was immeasurable. You lifted a shaky hand to reach behind you. Wooyoung’s saliva was thick and sticky, working like a lubricant rather than spit. You moaned at the softness of your fingers tracing your whole ass hole. Pushing one digit inside, it was torture. Your finger didn’t go deep enough to bring full pleasure, but enough to open you up for Wooyoung.

“Good girl,” San cooed, nuzzling your neck. “Put another finger…Yes, like that…You’re doing such a good job, Peach.” He licked your neck, burying his nose in the crook. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight, and letting me inside this deep. I bet that ass is just as good.”

“It looks even better,” Wooyoung sighed, mesmerized by your fingers stuffed in your ass.

He removed your fingers roughly, and put his tip to the clenching hole. “Hold tight, sweetheart,” San warned, “Take a deep breath and-there you go…Good, good, just let him go further.”

Your eyes rolled back at the new pressure building behind you. San held you open as Wooyoung sank inside little by little. You couldn’t move. The feeling of them both inside you left you paralyzed between them. Your nails dug into San’s shoulders, your face burying into his long, thick neck as you trembled. The pair started slowly, letting your body get accustomed to them at the same time. Wooyoung held you by the hair, losing his own restraint with you wrapped around him. San, on the other hand, rocked upwards gently. You swore their tips each found your g-spot on either side and hit it in unison.

“Ride me,” San instructed kindly when you were deemed ready for it, “Go as fast or as slow as you want. Just being in you makes me happy.”

“And you want the Alpha to be happy with you, Little Peach,” Wooyoung groaned, losing control as he grabbed your ass and started thrusting faster. “It comes with lots of perks.”

“Don’t be shy,” San said, grabbing the tit he could reach. “That’s right. Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me however you like.”

You let loose. Leaning upwards, you started bouncing on the two cocks pulsing in you. It was overpowering pleasure that blinded you to sense. Breasts bouncing in front of his face, San’s hot tongue flicked at your sensitive nipples. Your ass rippling on his hips, Wooyoung kept pinching and grabbing the round cheeks slamming on him. Your orgasm sat at the edge, tempting you forward. This was incredible. How could you want to fight this?

“Shit…This was not….”

“I think our Peach is going to come now,” Wooyoung said, grabbing your waist but letting you control the pace.

“She is,” San moaned, pinching your nipple between two fingers. “I can feel it every time she goes to my knot.”

‘Lycan knots feel incredible. You should sink down onto it and feel it for yourself.’

You didn’t refuse. Settling yourself on San’s stomach, you fully sat on the ball at the end of his cock. It kept him inside. You swore you could barely move off it. Mind turning blank, you grinded on the thick dick throbbing in you.

“She’s sitting on my knot, oh god, she’s sitting…” San huffed quickly, chest rising and falling from this new feeling.

“Hey,” Wooyoung griped, “Take mine too.”

He plunged his own “knot” in your ass, causing you to scream in pleasure. Your climax came hard and fast. Cum coated San’s cock, leaking from your entrance and trickling onto the balls underneath. A distinct heat radiated in your ass, Wooyoung’s rabid thrusts being small and erratic as he finished inside you. San doesn’t finish. Your tight cunt shuddering around his knot felt too good to stop.

‘Don’t let them. Keep going. It feels so good and lycans can go for a long time,’ the voice said. ‘It really is the best. I want you to enjoy yourself. It's why I had Mingi take the pain away, so you can have fun at least.”

“Can I have her cunt now, Alpha?” Wooyoung asked, sounding more subservient than friendly.

“Can he, Peach?” San asked you in a shaky voice.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Forcing yourself off San, you laid on the ground as Wooyoung stuffed himself in your pussy. On his fists, body keeping your legs up in the air, he started quick and fast. You felt his cum leaking from your ass, his balls getting wet from the constant smacking against it.

“Open up for me,” San said, putting his wet cock to your mouth.

Inverted, San took control right away. His balls hanging in front of you, you became encompassed by his musky scent and warmth. Being trapped under them, used however they wanted, you nearly came again.

‘Let it go. I like seeing you cum all over a thick cock.’

You didn’t question the voice. San’s length stifled your screams, and Wooyoung held onto your shaking arms. When his knot stuck him deep inside, you lost all control. San’s constant strings of precum streamed from your mouth to your cheeks. His balls hit your nose as he went faster, stuffing your throat to suffocate you slightly before pulling away and letting you breathe. You’re barely given time before he goes back inside. You came right then. Legs far apart, shaking and trembling, you couldn’t stop yourself. Instead of finishing inside, Wooyoung withdrew to stroke himself over you. Soon, the hot strings felt hotter on your cold skin, spraying as far as your breasts. Is it normal for lycans to have such a short time between orgasms?

“My turn.”

San roughly pulled you from Wooyoung and onto his lap. You steadied yourself on him as best as you could, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He stood up, lifting you several feet from the ground, and started bouncing you on him on his own. His muscled, furry body became the only source of warmth in the cold forest. You held onto the back of his head, eyes closed tight as he pushed his knot to your entrance in every thrust. Wooyoung closed the gap between you, holding onto your thighs as he helped his alpha keep you in place.

“Cum in me,” you moaned in his pointed ear. “Fill my little cunt with all your cum…empty yourself in me, please…”

“I will,” he said, moving you faster. “You’re already dripping. You’ll be gushing when we’re done with you.”

This promise tightened your hold on him. As promised, San let out grunts through gritted teeth as thick come pours in you. This alone makes you cum a third time, screaming into the air as you pathetically rutted on him.

‘More…Don’t you want more, YN? You look so hot like this. Please say you want more.”

Wooyoung took San’s place, humping upwards to your full cunt. The pair started taking turns in you, interchanging their paces to keep you moaning. When they finally had their fill, you were sweaty and exhausted but elated. Your forehead pressed to San’s, you took deep breaths to steady your racing heart and shaking limbs.

“Fuck, she’s amazing,” Wooyoung cheered, wiping himself with his loin cloth. “She’s not human. There’s no way.”

“I know what’s got you going, Peach,” San said in your ear, wet nose rubbing your neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep it between us. You’re mine now. All mine.”

He carried you in his arms like a child, not bothered by your stickiness dripping to his thighs. The security of his hold reminded you of a bed. You felt yourself falling asleep against him. His fur might as well be a fur blanket a client gifted you, comfortable and keeping you warm on a cold night. San occasionally rubbed his cheek to yours, affectionate and gentle as he carried you through the forest towards the firelight. The smell of cooking meat reached you in the wind. Savory and thick, your stomach rumbled. You heard the sounds of revelry around you as you entered the wolf’s camp. High howls, laughter and chatter mixed with the drums playing in a corner.

“Maybe I’ve been blessed,” San said, low enough that only you heard him. “The Lunar Gods wanted to give me a gift to bless my victories, and put you in my path.” The flat on his hand rubbed your back, only enticing you to sleep more. “I’ll have to give a special offering for this generosity.”

“Did you say something, Brother?” Wooyoung asked over the noise.

“She’ll stay in my den,” San replied. “Go get her some clothes, and I’ll bathe her. I can smell that corpse under her sweetness.”

Could he really? You didn’t care.

‘You did so well, YN.’

“Here you go, Little Peach,” San said, laying you down on a bed of furs and blankets.

His musky scent surrounded you. Not off putting in the slightest, you rolled onto your side to find more warmth. Suddenly, smaller, hairless hands began running a cloth over your stickier parts. Your eyes fell shut underneath the tender touch, budging to let them clean you thoroughly. Another pair of hands smoothed over your hair, pulling it back from your face as they laid your head on their lap. Human. Did San have other human slaves who now tended to you? This was answered as you drifted to sleep at last.

“Cute little peach,” San said, running fingers over your sex, cleaning you softly. You let a soft moan at the delicate touch. “Sleep now. We can play more in the morning.”

‘Believe me, you'll be wanting it too.’

****

The Undead skull crushed under his boot, a pile of ash and bone grinded into the earth. Hongjoong surveyed the battlefield, the woodland road where his men were ambushed. Undead soldiers laid in pieces, some putting themselves back together and others completely gone. Lycans only used their power, not their brains.

"Where is she?" He asked one of the soldiers. Only his torso and arms remained, and he leaned against a tree.

He knew his appearance shocked the soldier. "Who, my lord?" he asked shakily.

"The captive," he answered impatiently. "The woman you've enjoyed watching your commander fuck every night."

"I-I don't know, my lord. She disappeared during the battle-"

Hongjoong lazily shot a ball of ice into his head, the decomposing skull falling off. He scanned the area for any sign of you. The cage Mingi kept you in was empty on its side under a tree. A shiver ran down his spine when he thought about you being in that cage, humiliated and embarrassed by the show the men enjoyed. You never liked public stuff. A little dance or kissing was fine, but sex happened upstairs. Mingi might have been the nicest of them, coming to you when you needed it, but he did it for personal gain.

"My lord, I knew you would come."

Mingi's head sat on his desk while his body and hands remained missing in action. Hongjoong glared at him, already imagining what he could do to that head.

"Where is she?" He asked.

"She ran off," he said. "The Choi pack attacked us when we made camp here. They must have taken her.”

“You better hope they did.”

A white flash caught the corner of his eye and he spotted Mingi's left hand at his feet.

“My lord…” Mingi watched him pick up the hand and snap his fingers. Instead of bright orange, the flames flickered blue. “Wait…My lord, don't. I'm sorry. I didn't do anything she didn't want.”

“I'm aware,” he said, “But you still touched her.”

“My lord!”

"You knew she belonged to me and decided to help yourself to her. How can you expect to achieve a goal when you do such things?"

Hanging the hand over the flame, the frost began at the wriggling fingertips before spreading upwards. Hongjoong watched the digits gradually freeze in front of him until it was completely still.

“My hand…”

“You can find another one.”

Throwing it to the ground, Hongjoong stomped on the frozen hand. It crushed into dozens of pieces, blood clotting right away at the breakages.

“Also, I'm cancelling leaves,” Hongjoong grunted, fixing stray hairs. “Nobody is going in or out of the afterlife.”

“But she ran away! My lord, she ran!”

He needed to find you.

*****

You could sleep forever, wherever ‘here’ was. Layers of animal furs covered you from the cold, and a soft mattress molded to the curves of your body. The faint crackling of a fire came from somewhere nearby; the scent of hearty bacon immediately caught in your nose and rumbled your stomach. Home. You’re back in the Rooster’s Nest, recovering from a night of entertaining patrons and dancing. Yoongi is in the kitchen cooking breakfast for everyone. Namjoon is cleaning up the bar for the morning crowd. The other girls are still asleep or starting to stir. You groaned softly as you uncurled from your position and rolled onto your back, keeping the blankets up to your neck. Yes, everything that happened was a terrible nightmare, and you’d finally woken up.

A gentle hand brushed through your hair, a thumb pressing down the side to cup your face. You rubbed your cheek into it, surprised that Vernon stayed the night.

“I thought you'd left,” you said groggily, leaning into the hand.

“I never left, sweetness.”

Your eyes flew open. Above you was not Vernon's soft, round face but a sharper, squarish one. Small eyes smiled at you sweetly, two dimples poking into his cheeks. You instantly moved away from him, subjecting yourself to the slight chill reaching your hot skin. You were about to curse at him when you saw the claw necklace hanging to his broad chest.

“Morning, Peach,” he said, “You slept like a baby. You didn't make a peep.”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, sorry, I didn't really introduce myself. I'm San.”

'Well, at least it's San who found you.'

“You're San? But, I thought you were a wolf?”

“I was in my wolf form last night,” he moved closer, “I tend to be more…feral when I'm in my lycan form. I hope I didn't scratch you too much?”

“No, you didn't,” you replied. “Who was the other wolf then?”

“My half-brother, Wooyoung,” he answered. “He's getting you breakfast since we figured you'd be hungry when you woke up. You put in a lot of work for us,” he laid beside you on the bed, “It's only fair we take care of our special pet.”

You suppress a moan when he grabs your thigh to put over his hip. Through his pants, you felt his prominent bulge poke you. He wasn't hard, you realized, but just that big naturally. Hands running up and down your back, San brought you in for a light, brief kiss. You held onto his shoulder to keep yourself from grinding against him.

“Who gave you that mark?” he asked, pecking your lips.

“A witch,” you answered.

“She must've been jealous,” he said, “To put such a curse on you.”

“Her husband was one of my regulars. Instead of blaming him for his cheating, she got angry with me,” you replied, bitterness in your voice. “Now, I'm stuck like this until Lord Kim comes for me.”

“Lord Kim? Why would he come for you?”

“He says I belong to him. He keeps saying he'll come get me, but I don't know when. You'd think a demon wouldn't have a problem travelling anywhere.”

“It's not as easy as it looks, okay?”

“Hm, that's disappointing,” San frowned. “I was hoping to keep you. I suppose I'll have to give you over if I want to avoid my entire pack suffering for it.”

“Yeah, sorry to burst your bubble.”

“No skin off my back,” he assured you. “I have plenty already.”

Naturally, he did. Everyone did, it seemed.

“But hey, let's not dwell on that for now,” San said, taking your wrist and bringing you back to him. “We can talk about something else until Wooyoung comes with your breakfast.”

“Like what?”

“Where are you from,” he shrugged, “Where is your family from? Are they magicfolk? What did you do before you were cursed? You know, that kind of stuff. If you’re going to be here for a bit, I should at least know some things about you.”

You supposed you could humor him. Slipping back into his arms, you let him rub and kiss you as you answer his questions. His touch soothes your dread somehow. His body, hard and firm, feels real under your skin and in your arms. San’s human form is significantly smaller than his massive lycan appearance, which you enjoyed just as much. It felt strangely nice being cuddled this way. Mingi always left your cage when he finished. Seonghwa allowed you to sleep in his bed, but more like a dog than a lover. Yunho kissed your forehead, then left you alone.

“I wouldn't leave. You know that.”

You learned things about San as well: he was the alpha of his pack, The Choi Pack. Wooyoung is his half-brother from the same father, the former Alpha. They live east of the mountains, which is their territory. Tonight is the first night of the Lunar Festival, a week-long celebration that ends on the full moon. He explained, as you tried not grinding on his muscled thigh, that their powers are strongest on that night. He makes note to mention that their fertility strengthens too.

“But, it wouldn’t work on you,” he said, putting his thigh between both of yours and giving the slightest bit of pressure. “Not that it would stop me from filling you with as much cum as possible,” he smirked when you held back a whimper. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human take my knot like that before. It didn’t hurt?”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

“No.”

He pressed his lips to your ear as he asked, “Does that mean I can put it in you again?

“Yes,” you said without hesitation.

Seeing this, San sat up against the pillows, legs spread and let you straddle his thigh. This put you directly on it which brought out an immediate reaction.

“Get it ready for me then,” San breathed, one hand on your hip.

He leaned back in the bed, simply admiring you as you rolled your hips in his lap. Your need grew the longer you rocked against the hard muscle underneath. You could feel every part of you starting to wake as the mark burned. The sweet friction of your bare clit on his thigh sent you further down. Your body ached to feel his hands on you, massaging wherever he could while you continued.

“A horny little peach, aren't you?” San sneered, taking your nipple between his fingers. “I'm very lucky to have such a lovely little thing always wanting me,” he pecked your neck, thumb trailing to your lower lip. “I'm going to have so much fun with you,” he pushed two fingers past your lips, mouth falling open when you sucked them.

“I can't wait,” you whined, rolling your hard clit on his thigh.

He purposefully flexed it so you whimpered against his shoulder. Everything inside you yearned for more. Even with your stomach rumbling, you cared more about the orgasm building in your groin. You felt the exact point where the most relief came, and started moving just to that side. When San moved forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, you nearly came right then. His tongue whirled around the hard center, flicking it every so often and giving it a full suck before popping it from his mouth. You noticed the bulge growing behind his loincloth, the thin fabric doing nothing to hold him back. One hand sneaking down to San's middle, you groaned feeling the heaviness in your palm.

“Keep rubbing it like that,” he groaned, head falling back when you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Yes, just like that…” He brought you in for another kiss, “You’re dripping all over me, sweetheart,” he moaned, “It makes you wet so easily.”

“Ye-yes,” you whined.

“Take it out and put it in you,” he rubbed down your sides and kissed your neck. “I want your first orgasm of the day on my dick.”

Lifting the flap easily, you shivered once his thick shaft touched your lips. Bucking your hips over the head, you moaned whenever your clit grazed it. The thickness spreads your wetness around, occasionally pushing to your entrance as if threatening to slide inside. You shuddered every time he did this, wanting him inside right away. Finally, you aligned his cock with your body and sunk downwards. The stretch did not burn at all. You only felt immense pleasure force your climax closer. His knot was not as prominent in his human form, but you could still feel it threaten to push through every time you reached it. San held you in his arms, kissing wherever he could and grabbing the buttocks in his hands as you rode him. You swore he shoved right up to your stomach, bulging slightly like the previous night. It was a sensation you couldn't get enough of.

“Can-Can we just…” you could barely get the words out.

“‘Can we’ what, baby?”

“Can we-e do this all da-day?”

San chuckled in his moan, “Yes, we can. We can go for as long as you want. I love this too much to stop at just one time.”

"One plus to this is watching you getting fucked like crazy. I can't wait to see you and get my turn."

His thumb on your clit, sliding up and down in time with you, you came right away. Hands gripping his broad shoulders, hips bouncing in his lap, you called out his name in the air in every moan. The blissful moment barely passed before San had you on your back, legs to his shoulders as he charged into you. It was the best feeling. It couldn't be so bad, being this alpha's play thing. He was nice. He hadn't hit or chained you up. Plus, he'd give his dick to you whenever you asked.

You can't. You can't let yourself get that far.

The both of you were limp, sweaty messes by the time you finished. The hunger in your stomach overcame your arousal now, demanding food of some kind.

“Wooyoung will bring you something,” San assured you, kissing your forehead. “You can just relax for now. I'll get you some warm clothes so you're not too cold.”

“Thank you,” you said sleepily.

But, you didn't sleep. You laid on your side, cuddled to a bundle of furs, and felt sadness sink in your stomach. The sinking feeling of helplessness filled your insides like bricks. Your journey was meant to be easy: you'd get to the small port town, follow the trails up to the mountains, then go see Lord Kim. You never foresaw the various obstacles or misfortunes that came your way. It seemed you kept going from one frying pan into another, eventually making your way to Lord Kim, the crackling fire. You'd gone along believing you could make it. You're not an explorer or a fighter. You were an entertainer from down south where the sun shined and the air was cool. You thought about the possibility of never meeting Lord Kim, and ending up caving into the curse. San would certainly have his fun with you then. You'd have no mind to resist; your body now able to withstand the pain, you could go even longer than before. You didn’t want that. You didn't want your life to become a swirling vortex of lust and pleasure. Hearing that you might never make it to the mountain saddened you.

But, you couldn't give up. Not now. You had made it this far; you could go the rest of the way. Waiting around in Kim seemed to only bring more problems. You'd have to strike out on your own this time. You only needed some provisions and a map. When San returned with woolen and fur clothes for you, you cleaned yourself up as best you could and slipped into them. He had to have some kind of map of the area. It is his domain. You only needed to find it before he realized you'd scampered off.

“Don't. Just stay there. I'm coming to you, I swear.”

“Hush. I'm done waiting on you,” you hissed under your breath.

“You're so damn impatient. Don't leave. That part of the forest is dangerous. You could get seriously hurt.”

“Like you care, " you said as San excused himself.

“I do. So much. San knows about you and will keep you safe."

“Here you go,” Wooyoung finally appeared, grinning and holding a plate of hot bacon and eggs. He placed it on a table nearby, and looked over at you. “Don't you look cute in that?” he asked, seeing your fur cloak, leather vest, thick shirt and wool pants. “The look suits you so well.”

“Thanks,” you said, shaking off Kim's voice.

You immediately grabbed the plate and dug into the meal. Your hunger came back a million times stronger, your stomach almost feeling sick. You gorged on the heavy ration of crisp bacon, letting the savory meat fill your mouth and gullet before being washed down with fresh milk. The eggs, fluffy and light, were hot and nearly burned your tongue, but you kept eating.

“Hey, slow down,” Wooyoung chuckled at your greediness. “You'll choke inhaling the food like that.” He watched you keep scarfing down the food. “I guess it's been a while since you ate anything proper.”

“Yeah,” you said, tearing into a hunk of honeyed bread.

You noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Mingi should've taken care of you better,” he said, “If he wanted you to be happy.”

“Nobody wanted me to be happy,” you said, remembering each man bitterly. “Seonghwa wanted to make me a slave. Yunho wanted to make me a baby machine, and Mingi used me to get what he wanted. Your brother is just another man looking to use me for his own pleasure.”

It angered you now. You stabbed the last piece of bacon, shoving it into your mouth. With the mark on your back, he'd get that compliant slave if you stayed here long enough. You needed to find an escape. It seems like a big village. You could sneak away in the middle of the night.

“That's literally the dumbest idea you've had since you left home.”

“My brother isn't like that,” Wooyoung said defensively.

Yet, you had no chance of getting out of San's tent without anyone noticing you. Staring at Wooyoung, you caught the insecurity right away. Not as large or powerful as his brother, he likely stood in the shadows as a Beta. It made you wonder.

“He literally said that as he was bringing me here. He said I'd belong to nobody but him. I'd be all his,” you retorted. “I'm not going to be anybody's slave. Not now, not ever again. I'm my own person, and I'll be damned if I let someone get in the way again.”

The words climbed under his skin. A deep breath, he chose his next words like a killer chooses a knife. “You have no chance of getting to that mountain.” He saw your stunned face, “Yeah, I'm not an idiot. I heard you two talking. You have the Hand of Lust stuck to your back. In a week or so, you'll be nothing but a horny nympho who will do what we tell her. You think by getting to Kim you'll be safe? Ha, keep dreaming, honey. Even if he did come for you, you'll be his little plaything. He'll stick you in a cage and fuck you whenever he wanted. Trust me, you're better off here."

“I don't care,” you spat. “I'd honestly rather die than belong to you."

Wooyoung moved faster than you'd ever seen before. His hand around your throat, he forced you to look up at him. Riling him up seemed easier than expected. He pressed his thumb to your lips, swiping along them gently as he pushed between them. That sudden burning in your back returned, and you knew what he had planned. You forced yourself not to acknowledge the pain, the only one you could still feel. As his fingers gently squeezed your throat, he leaned down towards you.

“That can be arranged if you're a bad girl,” he growled, the wolf lingering in his voice. “You might be pretty,” he slid his thumb over your tongue, “But make no mistake, if you disobey us….if you refuse and fight us….we will tear you apart, understand?”

“Bastard,” you said back, even with his digit in your mouth. Your thighs clenched at his firm tone. "Your brother won't let you hurt me. Lord Kim will kill you for hurting me."

“Answer me,” he said, ignoring you and smacking your cheek, “Do you understand?”

“If he hits you again, he's not going to have a hand to smack with.”

“I'm not yours,” you replied when he removed his thumb. "And that drives you nuts, doesn't it? The fact that even though you helped capture me, you still don't own me or enjoy me when you wish. Have you asked your Alpha if you can be alone with me?"

"I don't need his permission to do anything. I'm the Beta around here; that makes me second in command."

"It makes you his bitch."

Tossing your plate aside, Wooyoung forced you onto the bed. Your sex immediately throbbed the moment his crotch brushed into it. Breathing heavily, your body braced itself for his entry. Wooyoung quickly untied his loincloth, and you saw him steadily growing hard. Lust burned in his eyes as he grabbed the collar of your shirt and tore it in two. In a few tears, Wooyoung uncovered your naked form again.

“So pretty,” he groaned, roughly grabbing your breast, “And mine.”

“In your dreams, maybe.”

He bent down over you, lips pecking at your nipples until they tightened on his lips and then swiping his tongue across it. He gave the erect center bites that made you hold back a wince. His rough hands cupped both breasts, squeezing hard as he licked and bit them. You tried squirming from his mouth, but he stuck to you like a leech. Soon, his hands pinned your wrists on the sides of your head; you made the futile attempt to struggle but his grip did not weaken. Make him feel strong. Plenty of clients back home liked a bit of push back. You found it a bit sick, but they willingly paid extra and never went too far.

His hard body between your thighs grinded each time you wriggled, so then his moan vibrated on your supple breasts. Wooyoung’s tongue started flicking faster over the peaks, swirling around the most sensitive part to make you whimper. Each swipe sent nerves down to your core, stoking the flames in your mark as your arousal grew.

“These are so fucking nice,” Wooyoung groaned, giving one nipple a particularly firm suck. “And they're mine to touch whenever I want. "

“Your brother's, you mean,” you whined.

“You’ll change your tune when you get my dick, Peach,” he snuck one hand between the both of you and cupped your sex. It throbbed right on his fingers; moist, slick folds wet the long digits automatically, and your entrance clenched for one of them to enter you. “Mm, see? Your little pussy already wants me. She knows who she wants more,” he said, switching sides as he played with your nipple and your clit. “You won't want my brother when you've had me in you. He'll see that and let me keep you instead. Not even Kim will want you. You'll be my toy, my whore...All mine...Not to be shared or taken from me… "

He plunged two fingers into you right away. Your back arched against the pleasure surging from his fingers, and your hips met his hand each time. His strokes deep and fast, the tips pushed right into the spot that had you seeing stars. It was pure heaven.

"You'll be my bitch," he growled. "I'm going to chain you up in my tent," his fingers changed angles and you whined, "And fuck you whenever I want. You'll call me 'Master' and obey my every command. "

"Wooyoung was always a little prick."

"I won't," you seethed, the effect being ruined when he laps at your clit.

"Yes, you will," he said firmly, "Or I toss you in the pig pen and let the others have you. Trust me, slut, my kin won't be as merciful as me." He swirled his tongue around it, giving it a few flicks. "They won't eat you out like this. They won't prepare or be nice to you. They'll fuck you like the pathetic hole you are, and if you resist? Ha, they'll show you what happens to disobedient pigs."

Frustration and relief combined within you, and you fell into a whirlwind of desire and need. If you push enough buttons, he'll send you to this pen, and you can get closer to escaping. Your legs spread out of habit, as if your body gave him more access to you. You shouldn’t give into him so easily. It wasn’t right. You should try stopping him before it gets worse. But, it felt too good to let go of now.

“A totally reasonable excuse to stay where you are and not go into the dangerous deadly woods at night.”

“That’s it,” Wooyoung groaned, “Just like that. It doesn’t matter if you cum. You'll keep going no matter how many times I finish you.”He sneered, "I imagine you in that pen now. You won't say no. You'll be begging for it soon, and my kin love an obedient pig."

Quaking underneath him, you couldn’t help it.Like a bomb, your hips bucked up and down as you finished all over his hand. You could barely control your volume with the way it hit you so suddenly. In the very middle of it, Wooyoung removed his fingers and shoved his cock deep inside. This elevated your orgasm, and you swore he dragged it out on purpose. When it finally subsided, Wooyoung lifted you from the bed and kept you in his grasp. Standing up, you could only hold on as the beta wolf pounded upwards into you. The new angle, combined with your clit lightly brushing his pubic bone, had you moaning into the crook of his neck.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, “Even with all the dick you’ve had.”

“Woo-Woo-Y-young,” you said his name through gritted teeth, “Pl-please…You-your cum…”

“You’ll get my cum soon, pig,” he replied, holding you in place as he began bouncing you on his hips. “Be a good slut and use that cunt to milk it out of me…Yeah, like that…make it nice and tight for me…”

It’s all you wanted like the other times. The mere thought of his cum spilling in every hole made you purposefully squeeze your walls to tighten them. You needed to feel that warmth spray over them; you craved the sensation of him twitching within you, spurting his load before forcing himself into a different hole. You’d let him take whichever one he wanted. You only wanted more of him.

Soon, Wooyoung’s approaching orgasm had him forcing you back onto the bed. On your front, he put your hands behind your back and pinned them down. The slapping of his hips into you came in a single rhythm, his growls and grunts coming in time with them. You quivered, unable to maintain focus as that delicious feeling finally came. Wooyoung’s thrusts became haphazard and frantic as he reached his high, forcing himself to plant his seed firmly inside you. He grumbled incoherent words, panting in each push until he’d pumped every drop. But, you knew that wasn’t the end. Once he released your hands, you placed yourself firmly on the bed and started pushing into him. Wooyoung laughed at your pathetic attempts to get more. He didn’t move a muscle. He only laid hard smacks to your ass cheeks and occasionally spread them to drool over the middle.

"What a good piglet you are, " he cooed, feeling up your back. "You know your place now. You catch on quick." He bent down to your ear, "I'm better than my brother. Say it, bitch. Tell me my dick is better and you only want mine. If you do, you get a nice load of cum."

You held back the words. A harsh smack to your ass nearly brought them out, but you refrained. He took your hair and yanked it back hard.

"Say it."

You didn't. A refusal will upset him more, and he will get you out of here.

"Say it, slut!"

You eagerly continued pumping him until you felt his grip on your hair tighten, his grunts turning into whining pants.

"Say-say it, bitch, or no cum for you."

"Your dick is better!" You planted yourself firmly on the bed and started moving faster, hearing his soft panting. "It's so much better! I don't want anyone else!"

He laughed through gritted teeth as he filled you a second time. You kept yourself flushed to him, clenching and unclenching to entice more out of him. The satisfaction made you only crave more.

“That’s enough for now, Peach,” Wooyoung panted, resting on his haunches as he took deep breaths.

“But I want more…” you said, grabbing his softening length to stroke. “Just one more, please?”

“You’ll get plenty more later on.” He swatted your hand away, and started tying his loincloth again.

“I thought you wanted me?” You spread your buttocks for him, “Don’t you want to fill this up too?”

“Later,” he said more sternly, spanking the very middle and causing you to moan.

He tried moving away from you, but you grabbed his hand. You’d moved to put it on your pussy before he pulled away.

“Hmph, maybe this curse won’t be a good idea after all,” he mused.

“Didn’t you want a nympho slave?” you asked him, toying with your nipples to entice him. “You know, one who fucks you whenever you want?”

“Yes, when I want to,” he started walking to the entrance. “That’s the whole point of the ‘slave’ thing. You do what I say, not the other way around.”

You left the bed, legs wobbling, to pull him back to you. Lips kissing up his broad chest to his neck, you started grabbing at the strings of his cloth again. You grinded against him, already moaning with need. Wooyoung grabbed both your hands and shoved you away.

“I said ‘no’,” he said, “Now, figure out how to sort this out or I’ll make you.”

“Psh, whatever,” you scoffed. This was it. “You aren’t as big like your brother anyways. You probably couldn’t go as long, so you’re giving up.”

“Darling, don't antagonize him.”

But, you needed to.

Wooyoung glared, “I’d watch that mouth if I were you, Peach, or you might end up somewhere you don’t want to be.”

“Hey, don’t take your insecurities out on me, wolf-boy.”

“You little bitch!”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged you outside. In full view of those around him, Wooyoung led you from the largest tent through the camp. Lycans in and out of their wolf forms stopped to stare at their Alpha’s younger brother pulling his new toy past them. Nobody spoke up. Nobody questioned Wooyoung’s angry glare or heard your frightened mewling. The arousal still burned, and the little tugs to your scalp made your need worse. You already knew what he had planned, it aligned perfectly with yours.

“I’ll teach you what happens when you disrespect me,” he scowled, bringing you over to a large pen. "You think I was playing when I said you'd go into the pen? You think I was bluffing?"

Bordered by a wooden gate, you saw a group of men and women in various states of dress huddled together in the mud. Disobedient slaves suffering a cold, dirty punishment. Low howls and yipping came from the lycans mounting the humans locked up in the pen. Bodies human and wolf rutted into their chosen "pigs" taking them against the fence or in the dirt like animals. Some of the slaves moaned in enjoyment while others cried from the size and duration. The lycans showed no mercy or signs of slowing down.

“Here,” Wooyoung opened the pen and tossed you inside. You fell sideways into the cold, muddy ground. “You want to get fucked like an animal? Now you will. Have fun. Maybe if I’m merciful, I’ll come back for you.”

“I'm not going to just cut off his hand now.”

It took you a few tries before you could stand in the slippery mud. When you finally did, there’d been no point in wiping the dirt from your naked skin. You became aware of the groups nearby surveying you. Shame and fear washed over you, and you turned away from them to face a corner of the pen. The sounds of the others being used sent shivers down your spine. While your original plan had worked, you didn’t know what to do now. With so many eyes on you, it was only a matter of time before you were “mounted” by someone. It’d be hard to escape now with the overcast skies still blue and grey. You would have to wait until much later, and San might have discovered your fate by then and taken you back inside.

It seemed you’d have to play the waiting game again.

*****

“This was a nice one. The right amount of tightness and so compliant already.”

“I don’t know. I like a little bit of fight in ‘em, you know?”

The two lycans pulled up their loin cloths as they stood. You were on your hands and knees, the strain having locked you in place the entire time and feeling dazed. The salty taste in your mouth and the stickiness of your thighs stopped bothering you long ago. Your arousal finally satiated, you felt nothing but the tiredness of the work.

It hadn’t taken long for the lycans to notice a new face in their slave pen. The two on either end of you were only the most recent in a line of wolves. The issue was you’d loved each and every time, constantly begging for more of whatever they could give. News of your stamina and endurance made its way across the camp like wildfire, and soon you had nearly every lycan in heat in your cunt. Whether in their wolf-forms or human ones, you didn’t care. Their long cocks and warm cunts became the only thing you wanted.

"San will come for you tomorrow. Just stay there."

“Is it my turn yet?” A young wolf said from nearby, white with orange down his back.

“The pen’s closed for the night, junior,” one of the wolves said. “Come back tomorrow. We gotta feed them now.”

“Aw, man! Come on, I got here just in time! I wanna try the new one too!”

“You can try her tomorrow.”

You could take another one. The words would’ve escaped your mouth if the tiredness hadn’t overcome your senses. Slumping into the ground, you didn’t notice how dark it’d gotten until you saw the faint glow of torches crop up around you. The wolves beside you left the pen, and you forced yourself to stand. Dirt caked on parts of your body, you couldn’t get the musty earth and lycan stench off you. The running fountain in the corner was mainly drinking water from what one girl told you, so you used the same ragged cloth the others did. Hardly sanitary, but how else could you get clean? Maybe the smell will help against predators when you leave. You still had to go even if you could barely feel your legs and might pass out any moment.

“Feeding time, piggies,” a woman helping carrying large buckets came to the edge of the pen. “Come and get it!”

Scraps of meat and vegetables went flying into the ground. You watched as the others scrambled for the food, fighting each other for the largest pieces and shoving what they grabbed into their mouths. Timidly, you took a mangled leaf of lettuce that landed by your feet, and munched on it quietly. You watched the group devour bits of food, pity taking over. This is what they’d resorted to. It scared you once you remembered that you might be the same way once the curse took over. You grabbed tiny pieces of meat that fell into the muddier parts, trying to ignore the dirt clinging to them. You’d need energy for the journey. All you needed to do was wait until the torches burned out and all the wolves went to sleep.

San had, surprisingly, not come looking for you and neither did Wooyoung. That was a good sign. That meant they’d likely show up tomorrow morning, ask if you “learned your lesson” and take you back to their tent. You had until sunrise to get as far from this camp as you could. Having no idea where in the forest you are, you wouldn’t know where to go but it was better than being here.

“Do not go anywhere. Please. Stay there.”

The other slaves took up various spots around the pen, typically near the burning torches to soak in the heat, but you stayed in the far corner. You let the night shield you as it grew darker.

"You will freeze to death out there."

"This curse will kill me anyway."

"No, it won't. I won't let that happen. You're more likely to die from the elements than the curse. Don't be stupid. Stay there. "

You needed to get moving.

“Here,” a small voice said from somewhere nearby.

You turned to see one of the girls holding a large woolen blanket. She was a skinny thing with golden hair tied from her oval face. You wouldn’t have thought much of her if it hadn’t been for her eyes. In the dimness of the torchlight, you saw her blank expression and wide eyes. They looked glossy and expressionless. You’d think she might’ve been blind if it weren’t for her expression and monotone voice.

“You need to stay warm,” she said, giving you the blanket. “Your journey is going to be long.”

“Thanks?”

“Since you insist on going…”

Then she walked away, straight-backed and stiff before taking a seat far from you. No time to question anything, you pulled the blanket around your body. A tight knot to keep it in place, you felt secure enough to move around in it. It wasn’t much, but it beat being fully nude. Glancing outside the pen to the rest of the camp, you saw the pack starting to douse out fires and retreat into their various dwellings. No guards remained posted to watch over the pen. San must feel confident his slaves would be too afraid to escape. Not you. You wouldn’t stay here and wait for the curse to turn you.

When the last of the torches burned out, the quietness of the night took over. With only the moonlight to guide you, you gazed around the pen one last time. The others remained soundlessly sleeping, likely just as tired from being put to use as you were. The lights in the camp went out long ago, and you didn’t see any sign of movement. You caught sight of San's tent, which was dark and silent. Good. No chance of him coming for you. Carefully, you stood up against the cold coming from downwind. Not wanting to risk going through the front of the pen and disturbing someone, you put your foot on the bottom of the fence and hoisted yourself up over it.

“YN, don't.”

The lack of security concerned you for a moment. This was too easy. You expected something to go wrong as you landed on your feet and headed quietly to the tree line. Any moment, some random lycan will come out of his tent, spot you in the darkness, and run after you. You’ll be taken back to San, who may find a worse punishment than the pen, then lose your chance at escape. Adrenaline urged you to bolt for the dark forest, though you knew it’d make noise and wake someone.

Even past the threshold of trees, you kept your footsteps careful and quiet. The moonlight guiding you from above, you listened for the sound of an alarm, or a wolf howling or someone coming up behind you. Everything became louder in the darkness. You felt your way past trees, sliding through inches of dead leaves and twigs, and past thickets of dry bushes. Winter must be closing in or you are very far north. Your bones and muscles felt stiff against the chilly air, your skin freezing at the touch, but you kept moving. To stop might end up killing you. Teeth chattering, jaw clenched, and arms stuck around your middle, you wished that girl gave you more layers.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking before you saw a glowing light up ahead. The moon high in the sky, it must be the middle of the night, possibly creeping into the morning. Between tall tree trunks and bushes, glimpses of a campfire broke through them. The thought of warmth made you more desperate for it. Though, you knew better than to approach the camp too closely. Friend or foe, exposing yourself to them brazenly will get you more trouble than you needed.

“-And I says to the guy, I says to him ‘hey, listen pal, if you can’t move these rocks, then I’mma have to go to somebody who can!’” A nasally voice said in the distance.

“And what did he say to that?” asked a croaky voice.

“Psh, the bastard says ‘good luck finding somebody who will push bunk rocks through this damn town for my prices’. I told him to get lost. I don’t got time to be messing around with some two-bit smuggler from the Caper Islands.”

“But, it’ll be hard to find another guy this late in the game. You know the Prince’s Big Merchant Extravaganza is coming up, and people will be wanting to party hard. I know the Prince himself is big on the rocks and powders. Hey,” he said, “You won’t believe what I got set up back at base.”

“What?”

“Girls,” he said. “Fresh ones from the villages down south. They ain’t never been broken into; I checked it out myself before I bought ‘em, and they’re the real deal. I’m thinking of selling them for a thousand.”

“A thousand?! You’re crazy!”

This wasn’t good. It’d be just your luck to run into traffickers in the middle of the forest, half naked and dirty. You’d have to find your way around them. You saw there were only two of them. One brown-skinned and the other green, the two goblins only stood about three feet with large ears. You’d come across plenty of goblins in your time. Traffickers came in all races, but goblins were the biggest sellers and buyers. Slowly, you started making your way around the clearing.

“-Look, I paid a pretty penny for ‘em, so I’m not selling them any less than that, okay?”

“Well,” the nasally one said, “What species?”

“It’s a mixed bag, but mostly human and elf girls. I know Prince Yeo likes them the most, so I’m hoping he’ll at least consider it. If I can get the big guy’s endorsement on my product, I’ll make double the profits.”

“You might be on your way to some big bucks, bro,” his companion said. “Maybe we can finally go into business together! We can make it like a party package! You got the girls, I got the drugs. If we can find somebody selling booze, then we’d be rolling in gold for sure!”

The two goblins kept discussing their business plan as you walked around them. You thought you’d gotten past, tiptoeing to freedom, when something caught on your ankle. In a swift movement, you were suddenly yanked backward and lifted several feet into the air. The world turned upside down, and became even more disorienting than the night made it to be.

“Hey, what was that?” The goblin with the croaky voice said, pausing mid-conversation.

“Dunno. I think something tripped one of the traps.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Desperately, you tried lifting yourself up to reach the rope tightening around your ankle. Fingers grazed the rough rope, and just barely scratched it every time you managed to reach. You heard the shuffling of feet coming from the campsite, voices blending together and you moved faster. This can’t happen again. You’d only just left the camp. A light shined on your from below, and the cackling started.

“Hey, looks like we’re both lucky boys,” the nasally voice said. “She’s dangling like a worm on a hook.”

“Cut her down. She might be worth something.”

You screamed when you dropped down and fell on your back. A knife came to your throat before you could get up, and one goblin flashed his lantern light on you. A gloved hand grabbed your jaw, turning your face side to side to examine your features.

“Hm, yes, nice,” the croaky voice said from behind the light. “Very nice, indeed.”

A gasp escaped you when a bare hand touched between your legs and shoved two fingers inside. They twirled and curled around, instantly igniting your mark again.

“Damn,” he cursed, “No good. This one’s been fucked a lot and recently. She must’ve come from that lycan camp up the way.”

“Still, she’s got a nice body,” said his friend. “Strong muscles and bones. She might fetch a price at the mines. Prince Yeo is always looking for slaves to work his diamond mines.”

You bit your lower lip to keep from moaning when the goblin withdrew his fingers. “Nah, she’s too pretty to waste in the dark. Let’s throw her in with the others. Hey, maybe we can pass her off as a fresh product? It’s not like any of those stuck up bastards uptown would be able to tell. They get pussy so often they probably can’t tell a new one from a used one.” He circled your clit slowly, feeling your wetness no doubt, “Plus, this one’s got to be good if the lycans kept her. Ain’t that right, sweetheart? Is this cunt that good?”

“Ha, I think she’s liking that, Ace, " the green skinned one with the high voice laughed.

“She is…" the brown skinned goblin replied, gold teeth glimmering. "Come here, baby. Let old Ace have a little taste of you.”

You willingly lifted your legs as the short goblin got settled in front of you. A cock tapped on your pussy a few times, shooting more arousal, before he started pumping into you. You didn't feel much, but the thumb on your clit made it better. His small hands gripped parts of your body they could barely hold, and his narrow hips slapped into your ass. The foreign, strange feeling had you cumming all over him soon enough, and eager for his friend to get his turn. When both goblins got their fill, they high-fived and congratulated each other.

“She’s coming with us,” Ace breathed. “You think Yeo will buy her?”

“He’d be stupid not to with tits like that.”

Sprocket, the nasally voiced goblin, clamped a metal collar around your neck and led you over to their camp. On the opposite side, you saw a trio of girls sitting in a cage similar to what Mingi had you in. However, instead of horses, you saw they had a car. A flashy yellow and red ride, you’d only seen a car once. People in Gold Rush couldn’t afford them, but the goblins built them in large factories. He forced you inside, chained your leash to the cage, and then bolted the door.

You feared where this might be going.

****

He stalked right into their camp. Memories of watching you in the pen came back in a flood, fueling his anger. Not only upset over your stubbornness, the young Beta of the Choi pack decided to throw you into the "pig pen". He allowed his filthy kin to take advantage of you. He planned to keep you from him. Hongjoong knew Wooyoung had seen Garnet in his tent. He knew about your mark and who you belonged to.

"Lord Kim," a quavering voice said as he passed a nearby tent. An old man came out with the help of a tall walking stick. Hongjoong couldn't find it in him to smile at Choi Byungho. "Come for your pet?"

"She isn't here," he told the pack's shaman. "I'm here for your Beta," the title came out in a hiss.

"Alas, another thing you are too late for," he sighed. "Our Alpha caught wind of what he'd done."

He pointed to the middle of the camp where he saw a young man be thrown out of San's tent. Hongjoong stood beside the old tent and watched.

"Are you fucking insane? Have you lost your senses?" San howled, storming out towards his younger brother, who scrambled to his feet. "You put her in the pig pen?"

"It's where we put the disobedient ones," Wooyoung reasoned. "I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done."

"I wouldn't have thrown Kim's slave into our pen! You did see the mark on her back, right? You saw his crow hanging around here." San's thin eyes glared at Wooyoung, and the pair started circling each other. "I wouldn't have minded you taking a piece, but she was not ours to punish. Kim will kill you for this, and me and Father won't be able to stop him. "

"Will you kill the boy, Kim?" Byungho asked him. "He is a young man jealous of his older brother and only wanted something for himself. He acted out of anger."

"Byungho, you know I am not foolish enough to anger their father. Even if Wooyoung did something he disapproved of, Chulsung would retaliate if I killed him. He might not be Alpha, but San takes his opinion seriously," he said, watching San and Wooyoung finally clash.

The pair scratched, bit and grappled one another in their massive lycan forms. Lycans around them started cheering for San, while a few dared to back Wooyoung. Hongjoong watched from the trees with Byungho, the both of them waiting for the fight to end. San drew blood first, slicing a paw across Wooyoung's snout and earning a first hit. While he couldn't kill Wooyoung, he can watch massive ego be demolished.

What worried him was you. You'd been captured by goblin traffickers who are likely taking you to Tin City. Yeosang will have no idea about the mark's significance. He never liked magic. With your curse progressing, by the time he finds you, you'll be slipping away. Hongjoong might not even be able to enter your mind after a while. This terrified him. If he couldn't do that, then he'd lose you.

As Wooyoung, bleeding and whining in pain, yielded, Hongjoong patted the shaman's shoulder and walked into the camp. The moment he stepped past the threshold, lycans felt his icy presence. The cold air froze his palms and fingers, turning into a light blue as it slowly swirled. His eyes landed right on Wooyoung, who turned into his human form again.

"Kim," San immediately came between them, "I already took care of him in our own way. He's learned his lesson."

Hongjoong thought of your dazed face, being taken like an animal because of the boy several feet away.

"She wasn't a slave," Hongjoong said, anger suppressed in his voice. "She was my mate."

A word a lycan alpha would understand. San let out a deep breath, "I know. I got your letter...If I had known that, I wouldn't have touched her at all. We thought she was Mingi's at first." He looked between Hongjoong and his brother, then said, "A misunderstanding. That's all."

"How far is Tin City from here?"

"About six days on foot," he then added.

Right as he said this, the Choi camp was plunged into darkness. The sky might have smothered the sun. The lycans all around them yipped and scattered into their tents as if it might help them. San, however, stood with Hongjoong and looked to the skies. The long slender body glided hundreds of miles above them, the wings spanning even longer. Aerion's high cry echoed through the air, a warning to the people below. Her eggs having hatched a day ago, Hongjoong caught sight of three dark figures latched to her underbelly.

“Or four days on a Wyvern's back,” San added.

That was too long. Far too long. Hongjoong will admit your foolish idea of escaping the camp threw a wrench in things, but he hoped to find you in the woods. Garnet lost sight of you last night when the goblins took you away. Hongjoong thought about what you'd be like when he finally found you. You'd be chained up, groaning and drooling, and begging for stimulation. You'd have no memory of him or anything else. He couldn't let that happen. He won't let it happen.

He gave Wooyoung one more glare, then shot a bolt of pure, hard ice in his direction. The lycan cried in pain when the hard ball hit him square in the chest, a second one following to his gut. Hongjoong clenched his jaw, watching him double over and groan. The thought of feeding the lycan pup to Aerion crossed his mind, but he only threw a third ball at him.

“Kim!”

He pictured Wooyoung slapping you. He remembered him tossing you into the mud, smirking at your suffering. Hongjoong's cold blood boiled hot, his hands shaking as he pushed past San to the cowering beta nearby.

“YN is my life, my soul mate, my entire reason for staying in your miserable, backwards, pathetic little world,” he slammed his fist right into his ribs, the bone likely breaking from the hard hit. “She means more to me than any of you filthy,” Hit, “Fucking,” another hit, “Savages!”

Two more punches to his face sent Wooyoung backwards onto the floor. “You plotted to keep her from me,” a swift kick kept him on the ground, “And use her for your own pleasure, knowing she was mine!” Another kick sent the man against another tent. He grabbed Wooyoung’s arm, ice already starting to crawl across his skin. “Let's see how useful a Beta is with no fucking hands-”

“-Kim!” Byungho appeared, the onlookers moving aside for him to pass. “That is enough. The boy will be dealt with in our own way.”

“He harmed my mate, Byungho. Does that word mean nothing anymore?”

“The boy did not know,” he approached without fear, “Come with me. Sit and rest. You are tired, my lord.”

“I need to get to YN,” he said, releasing Wooyoung’s arm. “She's on her way out of the forest.”

“Only for a brief moment. You and Aerion won't make the journey in your condition.”

Hongjoong wouldn't admit to the hunger pains or the pounding headache from lack of sleep. You needed him. Time was running out, snd he couldn't risk losing you again. He should never have let you out of his sight. He should have let you go with him whenever you asked. He only wanted to keep you safe, but now he sees that can only happen with him around. The bit of magic he used wore him further down, but he couldn't stop now. He needed to get to you before it was too late.

“You don't understand-”

“-I do. Please, my lord, let our Beta go and come with me. You can replenish your magic and eat while your beast feeds her young. Those were hatchlings I saw, yes?”

“Yes.”

Hongjoong looked down at the injured Wooyoung, who was being tended to by his pack. He could hear your restrained groans in his head, the slapping of skin on skin as you struggled to stay upright. You'll be in worse conditions if Yeosang found out what you had on your back.

“Cross me or my mate again, Beta,” he growled at Wooyoung, “And I will impale you on an icicle.”

He turned away and walked with Byungho to his tent on the outskirts. “Where is Garnet?” he asked, looking at the trees.

“On my perch resting,” he answered.

“Good. I have a message to send.”

He can't let anyone else hurt you.

****

A/N: Girl can't catch a break anywhere, huh? Hopefully Hongjoong makes it to her before she goes to meet the scheming Merchant Prince. I really want thank everyone whose been reading <3 enjoy <3

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Snowbound

Snowbound (18+)

Characters - bf JK x gf reader (woman)

Genre - first love troupe, romance, fluff, smut, angst and jealousy, drama, first vacation away, THIS is fiction!

Summary - The emotional journey of a couple who face growing tensions in their relationship during their first winter vacation.

Warnings - jealousy, big arguments, kinda possessive JK, both are 18, first time away from parents, JK snowboarding (is this really a warning? After ‘Are you sure?’ probably yes), implied that reader is shorter than Jungkook, reader is kinda temperamental, fictional characters that might get on your nerves, misunderstandings and mixed feeling, the end might be a little rushed idk.

Warnings for the not so holy parts (18+) - both are pretty inexperienced!, first time, kissing/making out, use of protection!, description of male and female body parts, premature ejaculation, they are pretty clumsy, fingering and oral (f rec), brief bj (like 1 sec), some cockblocking, hickeys.

MINORS PLEASE STAY AWAY!

Author’s note - Pushed matchmaker pt2 away for this one, Christmas is here after all. Merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy!

Word count - 10.2k

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Warm clothes, checked. Toiletries, checked. Some good games to play with your boyfriend, also checked! “Hm, this should be everything!” you say, neatly wrapping the last few items you need, as well as your boyfriend's present, before zipping up your suitcase. “Darling! Are you ready, Jungkook is here!” your mom screams from downstairs making excitement bubble inside you. “Coming!” you exhale relieved looking at your baggage, a small smile drawn on your lips. It’s finally time. Your first vacation alone, only you and your boyfriend.

You grab your suitcase, dragging it behind as you go down the stairs. In front of your door, your mom and Jungkook casually chit chat. He looks up as you appear, his face lighting up, his hands immediately come in help as he picks up your suitcase with ease. “There you go. Are you sure you got everything?” he asks, knowing how clumsy you can be, especially while being so excited about this trip.

You nod enthusiastically, though a part of you can’t help mentally double-checking. “I think I got everything.” you say with a grin.

“Don’t whine later if you can find your socks, I won’t share.” your mom chuckles at you two, looking with so much love in her eyes. “My kids are all grown up. I still remember that one time you snuck out the window just to see your boy.” “Mom!” you whine while her and Jungkook just laugh. “It’s been four years already, you are 18 now, close to finishing highschool and taking a big step in your lives.” she says in a nostalgic but sad tone, adoringly admiring you two. “And now you are big enough to go somewhere alone.” You sigh slightly, taking your mom into a warm embrace. “It’s not like we will be gone forever, it’s just a 5 day getaway.” Your mom chuckles, her warmth lingering as you pull away. “Still, don’t forget to call everyday!” “And no funny business, understood!” she says with a stern voice, turning to face Jungkook who’s ears grow slightly red. “We will be good kids, don’t worry!” you say while urging the boy out the door. “Alright, go on, have fun! And send pictures!” she yells, her expression softening as she watches the two of you step outside. “When did they grow so much?” she mumbles from the doorway. The car is already warmed up, and you can see Jungkook’s snowboard strapped securely to the roof. “Got your board, huh?” “Well, I’m planning to impress a girl, how else should I do it?” You laugh, rolling your eyes. “You’re such a show off.” He laughs too, before opening the passenger door for you to enter, with quick steps he gets on the other side, entering the driver’s seat. “Alright, let’s go!” he says while taking over the road. The atmosphere was cozy, the radio played Christmas carols while you enjoyed how beautiful the snow was settling onto the ground. You look to your left, admiring Jungkook’s features. The way his voice softly hums along the songs, while focused eyes never break contact with the road ahead. Jungkook glances over at you briefly, catching your gaze for a moment. "What?" he asks with a small, teasing smile. “Nothing, just admiring you.” you laugh, a little embarrassed by being caught so fast.

"It’s perfect, isn’t it? Finally some time away, just the two of us.” The way he says it, so softly, makes your heart flutter a little. You nod, settling back into your seat. “It feels like a dream, to be honest. Never thought our parents would let us go like this.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, his fingers moving to gently rub your thigh. “I know, right? It feels like we’re breaking some rules.” he snickers. “Well, they probably expected this to happen sooner or later, we’ve been together for four years now. They can’t keep us apart anyway.” "But I guess they’ve been waiting for us to grow up too." you tone down your voice and Jungkook nods thoughtfully, his thumb gently brushing against your leg as he keeps his eyes on the road. “I think they trust us enough now.” he says quietly. The atmosphere around you two gets silent. You feel all grown up in a way. It kinda scares you, all these changes. You glance out the window, watching the snowflakes melt onto the glass. It feels like it’s been just yesterday, the day you fell in love with Jungkook. You were both young and stupid, not exactly knowing what love was about, but your friends started experimenting and you felt big enough to enter that path as well. You had rough patches, with ugly crying and fights, but somehow, you both always found a way back to each other. Sweet and memorable moments being much better remembered. Now, as you sit beside him, you realize how far you’ve come. How the kids who once thought that they had love came to the realisation that the meaning itself it’s much deeper. You’re no longer those two teenagers who snuck up every time they got just to share some secret kisses, or the naive couple that got so embarrassed when their parents caught them cuddling way too close on the couch. Now, you’re standing on the edge of adulthood, rushing to enter the last slope of school, and ready to take on what life has to further offer. “Have you got back any response?” “Huh?” you break out of your ‘down the memory lane’ haze, looking at Jungkook, who’s glancing at you with a curious expression. “The early college application?” “Oh, right…no, no answer yet.” you shut down the topic quickly. There’s a pause for a moment as you bite your lip in guilt. Both you and Jungkook were excellent students, because of this you decided to early apply for colleges. He got his response last week, his dream of going to one of the top universities in Korea coming true. He’s got into Yonsei. You, however…had a little secret. And you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You had received a response for Yonsei as well, a day after his. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be accepted, the problem was that you both promised to go to the same uni, so it will be easy to move out and to look after eachother, and you were looking forward to that…until. You received a letter the day you were supposed to let your lover know about the thrilling news. One of your projects got recognition. Not just any recognition, but an offer to study abroad on a scholarship…at Harvard.

You were thrilled when the coordinating teacher pulled you into his office to give you the good news. It was an opportunity that could shape your entire future, the kind of chance people only dream of.

The excitement was overwhelming, but the timing was bad. So you got stuck with two options, either taking your way in life, an opportunity of a lifetime, but the price you had to pay put you away from family, friends and Jungkook, or being close to your lover, but possibly, regretting not taking the chance of something so big when you had to. So, you resumed not telling Jungkook, until now…when the place needs to be confirmed and the guilt of wanting to go to Harvard instead, taking over. You took a deep breath as the car bumps along the snowy road. Jungkook glanced over at you, sensing the sudden shift in your mood. “What’s wrong, love? We are almost there, do you want to make a stop? Are you not feeling good?” the boy asks, concerned.

You felt bad, you didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want him to feel betrayed or confused, and for sure you wanted this vacation to be perfect and memorable.

You shake your head softly, giving him a small smile. "No, it's nothing, might be just from the excitement.” You hope the lie sounds convincing, but deep down, you know it’s the last thing you should be doing, you’ve kept this secret and lied enough. It seemed to have worked though, he shrugged and continued on the road, taking a last turn before the view of the cabin in which you will remain for the next few days began to take shape.

The car pulls into the driveway and you eagerly jump out once the engine is silent. The crunch of the snow beneath your feet and the dancing snowflakes that were falling around you made the place seem magical. “I’ll get the bags!” Jungkook says as he lets you enjoy winter just a little more. He grins, clearly happy to see you so excited. It felt freeing, being away from everything, forgetting responsibilities for a brief second.

You get lost in the view, wandering around while your man carries everything inside. The place was beautiful, a lot of snow, and the trees were so tall you would think their peak could scrape the sky above.

The air felt fresh and crisp, your eyes taking in the beauty of the quiet wilderness when suddenly, your foot catches on something. “Oh!” you stumble forward, arms flailing to regain balance as you fall face down into the snow. “Omg, are you okay?” you hear a voice from behind, big hands wrapping around your arms to lift you back and onto the ground. You blink, still a bit flustered, the snow melting with the warmth of your face. The boy crouches down to pick your hat, shaking the remaining frozen fluff off.

“Uh, thank you…” you shyly whisper when his hands offer back the piece of clothing. “No problem.” he laughs lightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess this place can be a bit tricky with all the snow and hidden rocks.”

“One minute you're admiring the view, next thing you know you’re stumbling over something. You should be more careful.” the boy beams a breathtaking smile your way making you blush in embarrassment. “I’ll keep that in mind.” you softly respond trying to get away from such awkward situation. “I’m Yohan, by the way.” You nod, taking in the casual, confident vibe he gives off. “I’m Y/N.” You glance up at him, he was good looking, not better than your Jungkook, but still eye- catching. His hair was a chocolate brown color, a little messy, with bangs almost covering his eyes, and even though he was taller than your lover, his body was not as shaped. Yohan nods “Nice meeting you Y/N.” he smiles once more “If you need any tips about the area, feel free to ask. I come here at least three times a year, I know the area like the back of my hand.” You give him a polite smile before letting him lead the way back to the cabins. Once there you wave before rushing inside, your head coming in contact with Jungkook’s firm chest right before entering.

"Everything okay?" he asks, his gaze a little more focused than usual. Your cheeks burn up, but you can’t hide the fact that you are wet, cold and still full of snow. Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he looks over your frame, taking in Yohan’s back as he fades in the distance. “Did that guy do something to you?” You quickly shake your head, trying to brush off the uncomfortable tension that builds in the air. "No, no! I stumbled and fell, he only helped me up and back to this place.” you explain, forcing a smile. "That's all."

Jungkook's gaze lingers on you for a moment before pulling your frame into the house, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around you. He unzips his suitcase, putting out the first towel he sees and wrapping you in it. “You need to change, you’ll catch a cold at this rate.” You look at him throughout your lashes, looking like a wet puppy that follows his owner’s instructions after they get scolded.

"Thanks." you mutter, touched by the way he’s looking after you. You make your way toward the small bathroom to change and wash up. Jungkook watches you for a moment, still concerned over what happened.

“Take your time love, I’ll start the fire in the meantime!” he calls out as you close the bathroom door. You breathe in deeply before getting rid of your cold clothes and stepping inside the steamy shower.

As you step out of the bathroom, fully dressed in warm attire, you see Jungkook kneeling by the fireplace, his hands warming up in front of it. You come closer, keeling and wrapping your arms around him, from behind. Your head rests on his back while his fingers gently caress yours.

"Feel better?" he asks without turning, making you hum, nuzzling your nose on the nape of his neck. "Much better," you reply while raising up, walking over to sit on the couch, curling your feet underneath you.

The boy watches you, before rising to his feet, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow on his features. He walks over and sits beside you, pulling you into his lap. You comply and sit in his warm arms.

You smile when he rubs his cheek on the side of your head, his muscles flexing tighter around you. “It’s getting late.” You glance at the clock on the wall, noticing that the evening has settled in.

Jungkook gently runs his fingers through your hair, his lips brushing lightly against your neck. "Do you want to go to bed, or stay up for a bit longer?" he asks in a low tone, arms loosened up to rest on your thighs.

You close your eyes, leaning back onto him, enjoying the slight intimacy you share. “How about we stay up a little longer.” you say once his fingers start to play with the hem of your pants. “And what do you plan on doing?” he asks, lips curving into a small grin against your neck. One of his hands slowly makes its way inside your pants, playing over the wet patch you developed on your underwear. You halt in his lap when his middle finger starts to rub little circles over your clothed clit. “Jungkook…” you whimper, making the boy shush you with a slow and tangy kiss. His two fingers dragging your wet underwear to the side to play with your slick folds. He manages to break a gasp from you when one of his digits rubs at your entrance. He slowly enters with one, ripping a loud moan from you. “Is this okay?” he manages to ask, sweat building on his forehead and the tent in his pants growing. “Y-yeah.” you manage to mutter between your moans. And as his second starts to make its way in, he knows he’s got you exactly where he wanted.

His lips move back to your neck to suck a small, purple spot, marking what’s his. “You’re so hot, baby.” his fingers start moving faster and faster, his other hands pulling your pants down enough to access with ease. In a blink, his other fingers begin to gently rub your bundle of nerves, making you lose yourself to the feeling. Your vision clouds and a bunch of pretty stars start to appear as you let yourself go on your lover’s fingers. He drags them through your orgasm before stopping, letting you catch your breath in bliss. “You did so good, my love.” he coos, kissing your lips gently before taking his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to taste you. “Eww, Jungkook!” you both laugh as you get up from his lap, putting your underwear in place and your pants back on. You look towards your boy, his eyes praying over your figure, hard on sitting neatly on the side of his leg, the outline very visible. It’s not the first time you two do stuff like this, toying with each other. In four years you experimented when you got the chance and as puberty was also taking a toll on your hormones, you started to go even deeper down the path. From boring days at his place, when his parents were away, ending with him sloppily eating you out on the couch, to the late nights when you snuck up for a ride, after he’s got his license, just to messily blow his mind away in the back seat.

You were getting good at these things, and well, fingering, this was a newer one. Starting with him just slowly rubbing your sweet pussy to bring you to orgasm and advancing to plucking a finger or two into your tight wetness. The two of you were no strangers to intimacy, but somehow you still haven’t taken that big, big, step. You never had real sex. And deep down the both of you wanted to change that, wanting to feel the connections brew and tie you closer. You kneel down in front of him, taking the opportunity to maybe, just maybe take things a notch further. The boy licks his lips looking down at you with clouded eyes. You look up as well, asking for permission which you gladly get.

“Go on, baby.” his raspy voice makes your downstairs throb further, especially when he’s manspreading so deliciously to give you access.

Your fingers untie the strings of his sweatpants, hand breaking in to pull out his hot cock. Tip red and leaking with fluid. You gulp stroking him a little, smearing his precum for some better lubrication. You lick your lips and bring yourself closer to his aching tip, but before you can wrap your mouth around him, a loud knock interrupts. You turn around, looking towards the door, silence. You huff thinking it was just some random noise. But when you turn back you only manage to touch his manhood with your lips before another knock, louder than the one before, stops you. You rise from the ground whining in annoyance alongside your boy. “Is this serious?! I’ll go and get it.”. Tucking a few strands of hair you make your way towards the door, while Jungkook goes to the bathroom to quickly solve his problem. “Yes?” you ask while only creaking the door slightly. You find Yohan and a random stranger at your door. “Hello, we are…oh Y/N!” his eyes sparkle when he takes a hold of your frame. “Yohan, what are you doing here? Especially this late?” you ask concerned, fully opening the door, glancing at the other man from time to time. “Well I told you I come here often. I work as a ranger, and we got notice of a blizzard so we came to announce and give supplies.”

“The blizzard might be worse than we expect.” the ranger hops on the conversation, his voice calm but firm. “It’s not safe to be out, especially at night, and since we don’t know how long it will last, we need to be prepared.” “We’ll be fine, right?” you ask quietly. Yohan gives you a reassuring smile. “For sure, worst case you’ll have to stay in tomorrow, but other than that it’s not a major threat.” His hand comes closer to pat you on your shoulder in reassurance, but before he can reach you he stops.

You look behind, finally taking in your boyfriend’s presence, chest puffing up and down, cheeks flustered and his hair messy wet. He looks over at you while wrapping an arm around your waist. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, the rangers brought supplies just in case, there will be a blizzard tonight. You might not snowboard tomorrow.” His expression hardens slightly, his eyes flicking outside to see the wind blowing quicker and quicker. “There are your supplies.” Yohan abruptly interrupts, his face cold all of a sudden. He lands Jungkook an emergency bag. “Thanks, Yohan.” you say softly, making the man smile brightly at you. “Of course. Just wanted to make sure you’re prepared!” his voice is professional, but the way he was absolutely trying to ignore your boyfriend was not.

Jungkook must have noticed too, the way his arm brings you behind him, trying to guard you. “We’ll be fine, thank you for your service.” he harshly says before shutting the door in their face.

He exhales annoyed, his jaw tightening. “Is that the guy who helped you earlier?” His voice is steady, but there’s something behind his tone that tells you he’s not entirely fine with how things went down.

“You mean Yohan, yes, he helped me...” You take a step toward him, latching your arm on his biceps, feeling how he relaxes under your touch. “I don’t like him. The way he was looking at you was weird.” You sigh, safe to say your man was jealous and pretty possessive over things that are ‘his’, you being at the top of the list.

You stare at him before rolling his eyes. “He was just being polite…” you mumble, making the man shake his head in disapproval “Just stay away from him.”

Frustration bubbles under your skin, but you keep quiet. This is supposed to be a nice and calm vacation, arguments and jealousies should be put aside. Not wanting to pick up a fight, you just sigh and head for the bed. After a few moments of silence, you hear Jungkook’s footsteps come into the room, his body crawling next to yours. “Tell me if you feel cold, we can notch up the fire.” you hum nesting your body into his arms.

“Tomorrow.” Jungkook starts, his head resting gently on yours, “We’ll forget about all of this and just have fun, okay? This is our vacation.” he gently kisses your head before closing his eyes, you following right after.

The next day came in quite with a halt, waking up with your man behind the sheets and between your legs. Easy to say, he knew how to make you forget about the jealousy he had the other day, having you wrapped around his finger, a little too good.

And after a quick shower and the very blissful morning you had, you felt ready to take on the day, finding out from the radio post that the blizzard got ‘postponed’ since the weather ‘magically’ got better overnight. Jungkook had already packed up his board, his enthusiasm contagious as he looked at you with a mischievous grin. “Are you that happy to go snowboarding?” you teasingly ask, making the man nod vigorously. You chuckle at his cuteness, grabbing his hand and going towards the slopes. Gearing you up as well since you didn’t have neither the equipment nor the experience in snowboarding. “I can’t wait to get up there!” Jungkook exclaimed, practically bouncing on his toes, waiting for the lift to ascend up the mountain. “It’s going to be so much fun!” he says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. On the other hand, you felt worried. The idea of heading up the mountain with Jungkook, who was so confident and pretty skilled, only made your nerves worse.

Lost in your thought you almost don’t feel the warm glove that wraps around yours. “I’m going to help you, so don’t be nervous on me, pretty.” His words made you feel a little better, he always knows how to comfort you. Once on the lift and up the mountain you actually started to feel really scared. All the confidence he gave you peeling away at instant. “Take a deep breath, and slowly go down, I will catch you if anything happens.” And you do, the speed taking over making you fall on your bum. Jungkook urged you to get up and try again, and again…and again…until you got really bored and upset about not catching up to at least 10% of his skills. But the man was unstoppable, the energy he was putting into this could be far more effective in other places. Taking your helmet on, blowing the few strands that got stuck to your forehead you are finally at the bottom of the trail, exhausted and sweaty.

Your boy pulls next to you with a little show, stopping so abruptly the snow flies in the air. “Up for another round?” hell no! It took you more than two hours to go down this damn slope once, all while Jungkook did at least seven runs. “Don’t even think about it, I’d rather get hot cocoa than spend another two hours breaking my bones.” he laughs loudly, coming over to pat you on the head. “I will ride some more then, stay close so I can at least keep an eye if something happens.” he pecks your red nose taking over to the lift. You shake your head in disapproval, unbuckling from the board and moving towards the nice cafe situated over so conveniently in front of the trail.

You push open the door, instantly greeted by the warmth and the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee and hot pastries. It’s cozy, with wooden beams lining the ceiling and a roaring fire crackling in the corner. “One hot cocoa please!” grabbing the warm drink, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows you go outside to sit on one of the beanbags. You glance upward to spot Jungkook gliding down the slope with effortless ease, his movements fluid like water. “Enjoying the view?” a familiar voice pulls you from admiring your boyfriend. “Yohan?!” you say, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “Just grabbing a quick coffee before heading out to check the trails. Everything’s looking good after last night’s false blizzard alarm.” he laughs heartily, shaking his head at how ridiculous it must have been to announce a blizzard that never came.

“Mind if I join you for a second?” he asks, his grin still in place. Before you can respond, he pulls the beanbag from across you and sits down. “So, no snowboarding for you today?” Yohan asks, signaling toward your boots, clearly unbuckled from the board. You smile softly, sipping from the hot drink. “I tried, but I’m nowhere as good as Jungkook, he’s the expert.” “Ah, I saw him earlier, the guy in full black. He’s good.” Yohan leans back, his eyes on you now. “Is he your man?” You pause mid-sip, his direct question catching you off guard. “Yes, he is.” “Seems like a real thrill seeker. How can you handle all that?” You bite your lip, unsure how to answer. "How can I handle all that?" you repeat, raising an eyebrow. "It's not really about handling it. I just let him be himself." You shrug, hoping to sound nonchalant. Was he only making conversation or was he trying to pick at your boyfriend?

"Looks like he's having fun." Yohan observes, his gaze following the boy. "Yeah." you say, bothered by the way his subject was Jungkook "He's good at what he does." you whisper under your breath. “I wish I could go like that too, but being a ranger takes way too much of my time.”

“Plus it’s hard to get in touch with people, this is a resort so everyone just comes and goes, maybe once in a while I see familiar faces.” He shrugs, slight disappointment leaching on his voice. "It must be tough, having to be away from family…” you stop for a second “and friends.” bitterness erupts in your chest, speaking so carefree about how hard it is to be away from everyone when you are about to do the same to the people you love. "Yeah, it can be. Sometimes I just wish I had a moment to kick back, you know?” He pauses, glancing over at you with a small smile. “But it’s also fun to meet the ones that come once in a lifetime.” You look at him with wide eyes, some blush creeping on your cheeks. You try to gather yourself, clearing your throat before taking a big gulp from your cup. "Sometimes it's the people you don’t expect that end up being the most memorable." he says looking over the slopes once again, seeing Jungkook rush down at full speed. “I think it’s time to go, your boyfriend is coming. Nice speaking with you, hope to see you later!” he says with a light grin and a wave, his eyes flicking to Jungkook, who’s now near the bottom of the hill.

As Yohan walks away, you can’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away, and focus on the sight of your boyfriend, taking off his goggles and helmet, looking seemingly pissed.

Jungkook stops just a few feet away, his gaze sharp, looking the way Yohan left. "Was that Yohan?" he asks, the words coming out in a low tone that sends unease through your spine. You blink, surprised at how quick he catches on. "Yeah, we were just chatting over some drinks.” His tongue pushes the inside of his cheek, and his hands drag furiously through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Jungkook, it’s nothing." you say in defence, trying to reassure him, seeing the jealousy spark up within, once again. "We were just talking, that’s all." He avoids your glance and exhales sharply. “I told you to stay away from that prick, he’s no good.” You have enough of his behavior. Pushing your feet on the ground you rise from your seat. “You’re just really jealous. He’s not doing anything to me other than chatting every now and then.” Sensing your anger Jungkook tones down "I don’t like it when other guys get too close to you." he admits through gritted teeth “Especially since I’m not around.”

You cross your arms over your chest, the drink you had long forgotten into the snow. “Forget it, it’s not like it will ever get through your thick skull.” you whisper the last part out of anger and frustration, but your actions only fire up the boy even more. “What did you say? Tell that to my face if you feel so bold.” His tone is low, dangerous, as he steps toward you. Tall frame towering over your much smaller one.

“I said it’s never going to get through to you.” you snap back, refusing to back down. You were temperamental, such an attitude and behaviour leading to many hurts along the way. “I’m not some helpless girl who needs to be guarded from every guy I talk to, Jungkook!” the boy flinches at your words, clearly taken aback from you being so forward and mean. You can tell he’s hurt, but the anger in him isn’t entirely gone either. “I’m not saying you’re helpless.” he huffs ”I care about you, I care about what’s mine an…” but you take it further, cutting his sentence without a care. “Yours? Me? Do I look like some possession to you?” It felt surreal, the way he can easily talk about you like you were some kind of object he owned.

Jungkook freezes, his expression dropping, the anger in his eyes faltering as well. His lips part, but no words come out at first, he must have realised the way his sentence came out.

“Wait.” he starts, his voice rushed, panic setting in. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean it like that.” You take a step back, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. “How can you say such absurd stuff?” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly fighting to say the right stuff. Silence takes over you two, you had nothing left to say while he had so much but didn’t know how to piece it together without starting a disaster.

In the end you sigh, wiping away a few tears that drop before turning your back saying “Do whatever you want.” and leaving.

Jungkook doesn’t call out, doesn’t try to stop you, fueled by so many emotions, he only kicks his board away in anger before collecting himself for a few more runs down the trail, he needs to take his mind away.

And there he goes, once more and once more, until the sun goes down and the only lights are the ones from the post lamps. He was exhausted, burning his body throughout the day as never before. “This is the last one.” he says to himself, ready to take over the much quiet and deserted trail. The events from today playing over and over in his head, not letting him enjoy one second of his time. In a way he thought this was the only way of punishing himself over how he reacted and acted towards you. He loves you dearly, years of getting to know each other and build trust making him never forget to cherish and desire you. But he also has his flaws, the jealousy his body conserves makes him petty, only wanting you for himself, sick to his stomach when he sees other men pray over your pretty figure. So he does stupid stuff, hurts you and then hurts himself so he can be selfish once again and drag you back with pity. The boy sighs, not wanting to go down knowing in the end he will have to face you. He can already picture your worried face and the way you start to cry and beat him over the fact that he’s let himself push the limits so hard. And then he will drag you into his arms and cuddle you close, reminding you that you’re everything he needs and no other thing, not even air, is necessary for him to survive. Your presence and worry blooming pride into his soul. With clouded thoughts he goes down the snowy terrain, the adrenaline rushing into his body when the picture of you, waiting in front of the door for him, runs in his mind. He’s so lost in the delusion that he barely takes hold of the person in front of him. Panic sets when he finally notices, he tries to turn himself or, at least, get slower, but in vain. With a grunt he runs over the person, falling on top. He scrambles to push himself off. “Are you really that blind? Or are you just dumb!” an irritated feminine voice breaks down from underneath. He quickly rolls over, detaching the board from his feet. “I, u-uh” the boy stammers when his eyes meet the fierce ones of a woman. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run you over.” “What were you even doing, playing a game of human bowling?!” her words were piercing through him, making the heat rise to his cheeks. The man quickly apologizes once again, his hand extending to help the young girl out.

She huffs, getting up herself and dusting her clothes to get rid of the snow. “Such an idiot.” “I said I’m sorry, okay! Are you hurt, though?” The woman’s gaze softens slightly at his question, but she crosses her arms. “No, I’m fine. Just...maybe watch where you’re going next time.” she mutters, the silence taking over for a brief second before both of them begin to chuckle. “It was stupid of me to do this, I should’ve gone down earlier, I don’t think my body can handle another slope. Not my brightest moment.” Jungkook takes off his helmet as the tension melts away. The woman adjusts her jacket and laughs lightly. “I saw you today, you are pretty good.” “You think?” she quickly fixes her goggles before rolling her eyes at his cocky tone. “Yeah, I didn't think you’d run into someone the moment it turns dark. At least you owned up to it and apologised.” “How can I not, you were ready to chew me out.” the boy admits with a stupid grin and a teasing tone. “Very good one, I’m Naeun.” she adds, extending her hand. “Jungkook.” he clasps her hand, shaking it. “Should we go down together? It’s only a few meters and we are at the bottom.” Naeun questions, raising her brows while looking at Jungkook. “Sure, but only if you have some good tips for my next rides.” she laughs at his boldness. “I work here as a trainer, you could say I’m a pro rider.” she winks playfully, setting Jungkook’s body on fire, leaving him speechless. “Pro rider, huh?” he manages to say, clearing his throat, looking away in embarrassment. “You’ve got the speed, but your technique could use some work. I can teach you some tricks tomorrow, I’m free in the afternoon since the kids only come in the morning.” “I’ll give it a shot.” he confidently responds, the girl only hums. “Think you can handle taking lessons from me though? Pretty boy.” Jungkook chokes on his saliva, coughing as the girl bursts into laughter.

“See you tomorrow, pretty boy. Don’t run into others until we meet, it would not work to snowboard with a broken leg.” Naeun teases before waving her arm, her figure disappearing in the distance. Jungkook watches her walk away before muttering an “wow” in disbelief. His worries dissipate and reappear when he gets inside, and instead of facing you with a furious face, ready to strike him down, he meets silence.

“Y/N.” he quietly calls while looking for you. Not in the living room, bathroom or kitchen. So you must be in bed by now. Jungkook jumps over the stairs entering the room with quiet steps. Sighing when he sees you wrapped around in the blanket like a burrito. He gets closer to your face, looking at how puffy and tired your closed eyes were, guilt getting into him knowing he let you here cry instead of manning up, sorting things out. His chest tightens but as he leans closer, brushing some hairs out of your face. “I’m such an idiot.” he mutters under his breath when he gets into the bed, next to you. Even in your sleep, you seem to instinctively lean into his warmth, your body moving to stick to his side. Jungkook smiles, turning his body to hold you before drifting off to sleep. The morning air feels cold on his skin. He rustles around searching for your body heat, just to be met with emptiness.

His brows furrowed as he sat up, looking around for any trace of you. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing his face before waddling out of the bedroom, the cabin met with silence.

He lazily gets dressed, his body aching from every spot after yesterday’s push over. Determined to make things right, he grabs his jacket and steps outside, eyes scrunching in displeasure when the white of the snow blinds him. The steps he takes feel heavy, legs unknowingly taking him somewhere through the thick fluff. Jungkook’s gaze darts around, scanning the territory for any sign of you, the heartfelt laughter of your voice being heard in the distance catching his attention.

He quickened his pace, body drawn to see you. As he rounds a small cluster of pine trees his gaze bores on your figure, small body trying to push a big ball of snow around.

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his breath clouding the air as he watches you, a mixture of amusement and relief on his features. He’s ready to take one step towards you, when Yohan erupts from behind a tree, his arms carrying another boulder of snow. Your laughter echoes again when your eyes meet him, surprise written all over when the man sets down the big globe.

“Perfect, right?” Yohan asks, dusting off his gloves and stepping back to admire his work, a triumphant smile on his face. “Don’t you think it’a a little too big? How will we lift this?” You beam at him, cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. “Teamwork.” Yohan says with a wink, clearly enjoying the playful banter. Jungkook only looks from afar, his heart burning worse than his body when he acknowledges how easy can Yohan make you smile with joy. He knows he should walk over and maybe beat him up real good, roll him into all the snow your little hands collected and make him the snowman instead. But he doesn’t. Instead he turns around with a shaky breath and tears blazing his eyes. “Hey! Pretty boy, whatcha doing there?” Naeun's voice beams from afar, her body agitating to make her presence noticed. Jungkook quickly wipes at his eyes trying to fight back the smile Naeun just put on his face. He walks over to her just to see a hoard of kids going down in a line. “Your students?” he raises a brow flashing her a smile. “Yea, good kids. Smart too.” she replies, a proud glint in her eyes. “They’ve been asking me for tips all day. Pretty sure I’ll have them doing jumps by the end of the week.” “I need to get my jumps sorted as well, I’ve only been falling until now.” the boy says, lighting up his mood, taking his head away from all the drama in his love life. “Don't worry, I'll whip you into shape soon.” she chuckles to herself “I’m done for today so if you want, grab your board and let’s hop on.” "Alright, let's do this," he says, his competitive side itching for the chance to show off, the frustration he had when he saw you with Yohan dissipating away in a blink. He grabs his gears and dresses up, and after 20 minutes he meets Naeun for the start of his training. And they have fun for like two hours on the slopes. Jungkook managed to land even some of the harder jumps, as well as actually teach Naeun a trick or two himself. “Man, you’re really good. A quick learner, I’m impressed.” the girl says breathless, letting her body fall into a pile of snow. Jungkook laughs trying to catch his breath as well. “You’re not bad yourself.” He says with tired but sparkling eyes. Naeun stares at him, her cheeks getting brighter and probably not from the cold or exercising. She opens her mouth to say something, but it’s interrupted by the loud growl of her stomach.

Now visibly flustered she dismounts from the boards, looking away embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to eat today, the kids came earlier than expected.” “I’m kinda hungry too, didn’t have breakfast either and it’s launch time already.” he motions to his belly, rubbing it. "How about we grab something to eat together? I think we’ve earned it after all that snowboarding." Naeun hesitates for a second before asking, afraid she’s going to get turned down. "You know what, I think that sounds great." Jungkook replies without a care, making her face light up with relief. "Really? Great!" she grabs his arm, dragging him to the nearby restaurant. "I could eat a whole mountain of food after today." Jungkook says with a chuckle, setting his snowboard beside him as he settles into the seat. Naeun rolls her eyes but grins. "I’m pretty sure I could too. Ramen? Or some Tteokbokki?” She flips through the menu, clearly eager for something hot.

"Definitely ramen for me." Jungkook responds quickly, his mind already set on it. The two of them sat in their order, chatting away happily, enjoying each other's presence.

On the other side, you recharge your battery after yesterday’s fight with some snowman building alongside Yohan. “It was really fun, I hope it will never melt away.” Yohan chuckles ruffling your hair. You two grew pretty close this morning. Apparently he is 22 years old, and only an assistant ranger. He comes from far away to spend his time around these places since he enjoys nature. You two were not similar, but your personalities did match pretty well, his presence being one big breath of fresh air. And after exhausting yourselves all morning with collecting and rolling snow, you two decided to walk back to the cabins and get back to your daily lives, actually wanting to set things right with your boyfriend.

As the cabins come into view, Yohan suddenly slows his pace, his gaze shifting toward the restaurant nearby. “Hey…” he says cautiously, pointing his finger toward the large glass windows. “Isn’t that Jungkook?” Following his finger you look towards the restaurant, your heart halting in your chest when you notice him smiling and listening with so much attention to the girl from across. “That’s him, right?” Yohan asks again, showing mild concern when your face drops.

“Yeah…” you reply quietly, your hands tightening around your gloves. Yohan studies your face some more, feeling sorry seeing you like this. “Who even is that girl?” you mutter. “Naeun.” the boy responds hesitantly. “She’s a worker here, teaching kids how to snowboard.”

You can’t help but have jealousy bloom inside of you, the way her bob sways when she laughs a little too much at whatever your boyfriend was saying, or how she offers a bite of her food for him to try with shimmering eyes. They looked at a real couple.

“You okay?” Yohan’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you were not okay, you were fuming.

So that’s what he’s been doing all along while you were consuming yourself in the cabin, flirting so carefree with other girls. “I’m going there.” you say through gritted teeth, your fingers suffocating the gloves with your clench. Yohan’s eyes widen and alarmed he tries to stop you from making a scene. But you’re too far gone, already half a meter away from him.

The door swings open with a soft jingle as you step inside and you don’t hesitate as you stride to their table, making your presence noticed in an instant. Your boyfriend jumps in his seat when he sees you cross your arms, glance throwing daggers his and Naeun’s way. “So this is your way of making up?” you ask repulsed. He only leans back, clicking with his tongue. “Ask yourself, or are you too caught up with Yohan?” Your jaw tightens at the mention of Yohan, anger flaring in your chest. “You’re just, absolutely the worst, trying to turn this shit on me when the only problem is you.” he raises from his seat, gaining the attention of the people around. “Hey, let’s not make a scene.” Naeun intervenes only to be immediately shut down. “I’m the problem now? Not you who’s been basically drooling over that Yohan guy.” you clench your fist on your sides, your body shaking with the anger he makes you feel. You bite your lips, wiping away your tears “I don’t even know what to do anymore.” you say in front of him. Jungkook’s expression softens in an instant, his heart skipping a beat. His own hands starting to shake thinking the worst all of a sudden. But you just shake your head, leaving him there in guilt and sorrow. For the next day you avoid each other, him sleeping on the couch while you drain yourself of tears in the bedroom. What a beautiful vacation.

The two of you took different paths all of a sudden, Jungkook spending his days on the hill with Naeun while you helped Yohan with everything you could. It was the recipe of a disaster, and it was clearly affecting your relationship. With now only 2 days to spare and a relationship that is about to collapse. It’s clear that something needs to change, but neither of you knows how to start fixing it.

As the snow began to gradually fall, Jungkook’s heavy steps could be heard. Another day on the slope for the snowboarder, now almost ending.

His body was a wreck, broken from a mixture of exhaustion, the leakage of your relationship and probably the discomfort of the couch, all piling up. He does not know if he can keep this up till the end of the getaway. His body might actually give up if he keeps this further.

With a sigh, he pushes himself forward again, carving through the snow, until he’s met with the body of another guy. “Are you planning on dying tonight?” the sarcastic voice of Yohan ruptures through Jungkook’s ears. “Only if you go first.” he responds with the same token. “I genuinely feel pity when I look at you.” the older male starts. The younger one just rolls his eyes, bumping him with his shoulder in order to continue on his road. “I genuinely don’t know what she sees in you.” “I don’t know either.” Jungkook mutters, more to himself than to Yohan. “No, Y/N deserves so much better than an idiot like you, but she’s crazy blind when it comes to you.” he starts, finally letting his own thoughts out. “I don’t need a lecture from you.” Jungkook bites, his back still turned to Yohan. “You do, because you have her, and if you don’t want me to steal her away, then maybe you can start fixing things and actually appreciating her.” “You know, Y/N is an amazing girl, she’s kind and very loyal to an idiot like you.” his hands raise to grab the bridge of his nose in frustration, not believing that instead of taking the chance he gives it back to the very undeserving owner. “And she likes to build snowmans, and drink hot cocoa. She’s also super smart, knows more about the forest than I do, and she’s about to go to Harvard for human’s sake. She’s absolutely perfect, why do you waste her time!” he shouts in anger, eyes almost popping off from rage. “She’s not going to Harvard, she’s going to Yonsei.” a very confused Jungkook turns around and says. “Oh.” it’s the only thing Yohan can spit out, he’s messed up…big time. “Why do you say she’s going to Harvard, we promised we will go to the same uni.” Yohan lets out a slow breath, realizing how serious and delicaye this is. “I guess she didn’t tell you then…” ashamed he bites his lips. Jungkook turns back and makes a run towards the cabin, dropping his board and other gear in the process. He shoves the door open, taking you by surprise. You just got out of the shower and ready for a cozy night in bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questions failing to stop the tears falling from his eyes. “What?” you ask in confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re going to Harvard!” he sobs. You freeze, the towel around your shoulders slipping and falling on the ground. “I-I can explain, it's not what you think.”

“This is selfish even for you, Y/N. You promised…”

You can’t mutter another word, tears burning into your eyes just as well and all you do is stay and stare at the man who’s going through the worst time of his life. “So this is really the end?” he asks, pleading for an answer, the raw pain in his eyes ripping your heart apart. His breath comes out shaky, his lips quivering.

Jungkook stands there for a long moment, his chest rising and falling, and without another word, he walks away from you and back outside, shutting the door close after him.

For him reality hits, a reality in which he couldn’t keep you close, managing to only push you away further and further. You also bite down on your feelings, mixed emotions running free in your body and head. He didn’t deserve all of this either. And your jealousies and misunderstandings only made you grow apart. Letting your body crumble on the ground sitting there for countless minutes, with tears running down your face, you look towards the door in hopes of his head peeking inside, and instead of the sorrowful eyes, a big and comforting smile to appear on his face. Suddenly, the sound of the wind howling outside cuts through the room, making your eyes avert to the window. It’s already dark outside and the snow starts thickening. You stand up slowly, grabbing your phone to text Yohan, but just as the thought crosses your mind, you receive a message from him. “Be careful. It’s turning into a blizzard out there. Stay inside, both you and Jungkook.” A big lump fills your throat, your body moving before your mind has a chance to fully process anything. You slip on your boots, grabbing your jacket as you rush out the door.

The wind hits you like a wall, your eyes scrunching in pain. You can barely see anything through the thick snow, but you push forward, your heart pounding in your chest, you need to find Jungkook. This has escalated to unimaginable proportions. The storm outside perfectly mirroring the way you both consumed yourself for the last few days. It doesn’t take long for you to find him. His body collapsed in the snow. “Jungkook!” you shout, but the wind nearly swallows your voice. You rush and kneel next to his body, shaking him in desperation. “You idiot!” you cry, pulling him closer, wrapping your arms around, trying to warm him up. With all the power you have, you pull him onto your back, dragging him back to the cabin.

Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, you make it to the door. You can barely catch your breath as you kick it open, throwing both your bodies inside.

With all your remaining strength, your lungs burning from inside out, you strip him of his wet clothes, placing your head over his chest. His heart was beating. A rush of peace washes over you, with shaky arms you grab him close, cuddling him close to your warmth. “It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be fine.” you keep whispering while gently stroking his hair, holding him like your life depends on it. After good minutes you let go when you feel him starting to stir and cough. His eyes barely opening. “Am I in heaven?” “Only if you still think I’m an angel.” you reply thick with emotion. He raises his hand, placing it on your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn’t even know were falling. “The prettiest angel I’ve ever seen.” You sigh relieved, sticking your forehead onto his. Both of you lay there for some good minutes, before managing to drag him to the room and changing into comforting clothes you hold him close as he sleeps, promising yourself to never do this again. Morning comes slowly, the raging blizzard still ongoing. You wake up first, feeling the weight of your man on top of you, his chest coming slowly up and down. You stare at the ceiling for a few moments, processing how close you were to losing him. “Morning.” he says softly, his voice rough making you look back at him. “My body aches.” he whispers with a smile. “I’m sure it does, you also burned yourself these days.” his hands cup your cheek, lips sweetly coming closer to peck yours. “We are dumb, and we made a mess out of something that was supposed to be memorable.” Jungkook's thumb brushes over the exposed skin on your chest, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’m sorry for everything, baby.” “You don’t need to apologize. It’s also my fault. Sorry as well.” you whisper back to him. “Harvard huh?” he raises a brow questioning you with a tease. You laugh and shake your head. “Yonsei.” The boy rises from your chest, surprised eyes looking at you. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I already confirmed.” you shyly admit. He laughs softly, throwing his back on his pillow and pulling you on top of him instead. “Why? This was a crazy life opportunity.” “True, but…I realised after all this that no school or opportunity can make me go away from you. Yonsei is still top tier, I won’t lose that much, I won’t lose you.” Jungkook looks at you with stars in his eyes. “I love you.” he says in a heartbeat, you smile coming closer to him. “I love you too.” His lips slowly mold onto yours, moving slightly to kiss you so good. You gently bite his lip making him whine in the process, his moves growing eager. With a swing he pushes your body under him, lips attacking yours even more. “Fuck, I love you so much.” he whispers onto them, his fingers latching onto the first buttons of your pajama, taking them down. “I love you, and I love you, I can’t live without you, you drive me crazy Y/N.” “Then don’t.” you say softly once his lips start sucking on your neck. “Make me yours forever, Jungkook.” A low growl erupts from his chest at the thought. Claiming you as his, him being your first man and you being his only woman. His brain was fogging with desire. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he mumbles on your breast making you whimper. “Yes, please.” “You can’t back down on your words, just so you know.” he trails his lips lower, stopping at the hem of your pants, looking up for approval. You bite your lips half lidded, nodding simply as he complies. Jungkook takes a deep stare at your glistening pussy. “All mine.” is the only thing he says before he lowers his head to lick a long stripe through your folds. You moan loud, latching your fingers into his soft hair, pulling him closer to your warm core. “Mmm, my pretty girl, tasting so good.” he mumbles over your clit. The bliss becoming way too much to handle once the tip of his tongue starts moving rapidly at your entrance. “I’m coming, fuck!” you warn him, but he does not care, dragging his tongue through and out your orgasm. With shimmering lips he emerges from between your legs. His face just as fucked up as yours. “Should I stop?” he questions without the desire to actually do so. You shake your head, dragging his pants by the front. “No, I want you all.” you mewl, making the man lower his head whining. He turns around for a second, getting out to search through his suitcase. Coming back he throws an unopened pack of condoms next to your body. “You, oh my God.” you manage to say in disbelief. “Were you planning this all along?” you question, still not over your blowing height. “Maybe…” he manages to cockily say, slipping back between your legs, pantless. You reach out, grabbing his already throbbing cock, slowly moving to kiss him while stroking up and down. “Such a menace.” Sitting back down and spreading wider under him, you look at how he slightly struggles to unwrap the condom, his focused gaze and red hot cock, standing so proud and waiting ready, making you drool. “Need help, baby?” it’s not like you’ll be better, but maybe you can figure it out together, however his answer is a straight “No”. Once he gets it on, he leads his covered tip at your entrance. You hold your breath in anticipation and slight worry. “Tell me if it hurts, we can always stop.” he smiles and grabs one of your hands for some extra emotional support. You close your eyes expectant, feeling him slowly push inside and past the first ring of your walls before stopping. He stays still for a second before letting a small grunt pass out, making you open your eyes in worry. “Everything okay?” you ask concerned, staring at how his chest tries to even up, his breath rages as he shamefully admits “I came.”

You stare, blinking a few times, trying to process what he’s just told you, finally realising when he pulls out, the condom filled with white cream.

“Don’t laugh!” he whines seeing you hide your face into the pillow. You didn’t want to embarrass or make him insecure, potentially ruin his view on sex, but the way he was so cute and flustered, desperately trying to change the condom, made you grin in adoration.

“Let me help this time.” you say, pushing your body up, grabbing another foil from the box. You gently roll it over his member, while the man whimpers from sensitivity, his cock still hard as a rock even though he only came a few moments ago.

Once ready to try again, you lay back down and with a big gulp of air as he pushes in, this time easing himself more and more, until his pelvis touches yours.

You can only grunt in pain and mild pleasure, but his reassuring touches and slow pace makes it somewhat enjoyable.

He slowly drags his member through your walls, until only his tip sits inside, gasping every time you clench around him, feeling like your tightness can rip him every second.

It sadly only takes a few minutes for you two to reach bliss, your nails clawing at his back and him deliciously and much easier stretching you out. Both of you come down your height with a big and loud moan.

Jungkook pulls out, looking proudly at his spill, sitting warm under the protection, while you try to catch your breath with happiness flowing through your veins.

“Is this forever?” he looks at you with love in his eyes.

“Forever.” you whisper back with just as much sentiment, sealing your love with a heartfelt kiss.

In the end, you realized that the world outside may change you, and challenges may come, but it’s these moments, with his eyes on yours and both of your hearts beating for each other, that really matter.

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astrvikaa · 3 months ago

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the summer of secrets. ˚୨୧⋆｡

dbf!sevika x hispanic fem reader

♡ summary: it is summer break and you just finished your junior year of college and your parents decided to host a cookout for you. But little did you know you find someone who was so attractive and hot during the cookout, your dad's best friend who is way older than you. Can you make it work?

♡ content: SMUT!!!!! modern era, alternative universe, angst, fluff, smut, eventual smut.. did i say smut?, THE AUTHOR IS A FREAK!!!!, reader is 21 and sevika is 45, lesbian sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, squirting and vaginal ejaculation, breeding, rough oral sex, rough sex, sex toys, light bdsm, strap-ons, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, aftercare, sexual overstimulation, nicknames, missionary position, doggy style, cowgirl position, mating press, rough kissing, girls kissing, kissing in the rain, french kissing, sevika is 6'4 obv… my type is taller women.. cunnilingus, angst and fluff and smut, heavy angst, trauma, again the author is a freak!!!!!!!, age difference, , alcohol, smoking, slow to update, slow romance, slow burn, yelling, panic attacks, post-traumatic stress disorder - ptsd, implied/referenced sexual assault

chapter one: eye contact.

It was finally summer break, you finally finished with your junior year of college and you were exhausted. Throughout your junior year, all you did was studying all day, completing projects all by yourself because your teammates didn’t do anything at all, writing essays that made you have multiple mental breakdowns and drinking energy drinks that barely help you at all. You barely hung out with your best friends due to the mass studying you did throughout the semesters. Now, since it is finally summer break, you plan on moving back to your parent’s house for a couple of months until summer break is over and you would need to come back from the dormitories, definitely taking a very long nap and hopefully catching up with your best friends, like going to the club or a nice coffee shop.

You were parking in the driveway to your parent’s home, it was a small house but had very large backyard where you would used to play with your childhood best friends, seeing that backyard gave you immediate nostalgia, you smiled softly at the backyard as you walk upfront to the porch and knocked on the door, your mother opened the door and looked at you with astonishment and joyfulness when she saw you in front of her, she hugged you tightly and cried with happy tears before you spoke anything, your father hears all the commotion and smiles back at you once he sees you hugging your mom, he walks up to both of you guys hug all together.

“I am so happy that you are back, mi vida! How was school? Did you pass all of your exams? How are your grades? Did you pass your classes? Did you study? Were you able to hangout with your friends?” Your mom questioned, she was overjoyed to see you back from school and also very curious about your school life.

“Amor, calm down! She just came back from driving all the way from her college. You know that it takes a long time to drive, she’s very tired.” Your dad reassured your mother, helping to calm herself down.

“Thanks Dad, and yes mama, I will be able to answer your questions once I put everything away.” You sighed as you dropped your packing bags, feeling less heavier on your arms.

“Don’t worry, (Your Name), I can take your stuff to your room. Go to your bedroom and take a nap or chill, I know you love staying in that bed.” Your dad chuckles as he gives you a wink while picking up your bags.

“Hey! I can’t help that MY bed is so comfortable.” You rolled your eyes and groaned, “But thank you, guys. It feels good to be back.” You smiled at both of your parents.

“Oh, (Your Name)! We are going to have carne asada tomorrow in the afternoon, you can invite some of your best friends!” Your mom spoke.

“Okay! Gracias, Mama!”

When you finally entered your room, your walls were filled with posters with your favorite tv shows, music artists, video games and movies that you enjoyed. You plopped down into your bed with some of your stuffed plushies falling down from the bed when you laid down, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and started texting your friends that you haven’t seen in a while, after texting your friends for a while, you guys hopped on a video call and talked for a long time, you guys gossip, cry and laughing during the call, your dad finally dropped off your stuff in your room while you were calling your friends, before the call was about to end, you just remembered to mention the carne asada night tomorrow.

“Oh right! My parents are having a carne asada tomorrow at 7, you guys are free?”

“Awww, I wish! I’m busy at 7 pm because of a stupid shift my boss asked me to do.” Your friend, Ekko, groaned in annoyance, “You better save me some of your mom’s food!”

“I will! Don’t worry!” You smiled softly at Ekko, “What about you, Vi? Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am! I’ll be there a bit earlier, is that okay?” Vi replied.

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow but I’m going to sleep guys, love you guys!” You blow a kiss at the screen and wave at your friends.

“Have fun, you two! (Your name), you better save me some food when I see you!”

“Bye, (Your Name) ! See you tomorrow!”

“Bye guys!”

You ended the call with an exhausted smile on your face, it was great to see your friend’s face again but you were just so tired after calling for almost four hours. You get off from your bed and head to the bathroom and take a shower, you take off your clothes and turn on the shower, it takes you a few minutes to get the right temperature, you enter the shower and do your usual shower routine. After finishing your shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and walked back to your room, changing to your pajamas, you dried off your hair and plopped down into your bed, immediately falling asleep.

You wake up from the music blasted downstairs, you grab your phone and eyes widened as you look at the time; 4:30, you overslept! You got out of your bed and ran downstairs, you turned your head around and saw your dad preparing the carne asada outside while you see your mom in the kitchen also preparing the food, you decided to go upstairs and start getting ready for the cookout. You took a shower and did your usual routine. After your shower, you start doing your makeup and your hair while preparing your hair, you hear some cars pulling up in the driveway. And now it was time to pick the outfit, picking outfits is one of your weaknesses because it can take you a long time to choose an outfit, at this point you didn’t really care who thinks about your fashion sense, so you finally chose an outfit.

Your outfit looks like you barely even tried but somehow, it works. The black cropped tank top sits snug against your torso, thin straps resting on your shoulders. Loose, light-wash jeans hang low on your hips, held up by a studded belt. Keys dangle from your belt loop, clicking with every step. Necklaces layer around your neck, silver chains catching the light, while small silver hoop earrings glint against your skin. Leather cuffs and silver bracelets wrap around your wrists, like you just threw them on without thinking even if you totally did. You go downstairs and see Vi waiting for you, she gives you an annoyed look when she sees you.

“Finally! I’ve been here for 2 hours!” Vi bickers at you.

“2 hours?! What have you been doing at my house for two hours?” You gave her a shocked and confused face.

“Helping your parents out for the cookout, dumbass! I got way too tired and decided to lay down on your couch.” Vi rolls her eyes, she looks at the people that are currently hanging out in your backyard, your uncles and your dad’s friends are hanging out in the grill with beers on their hand, cousins running around the field while screaming and yelling and the uninterested teen cousins with their cell phones and headphones on that really don’t want to be here, sitting down in the isolated tables that your parents set up.

“Jesus, It’s only 6 o’clock and a lot of people are already here.. And I didn’t notice while I was helping out your parents?!” Vi gives out a shocked look.

“Remember, my family members love being early when it comes to these kinds of events.” You give Vi an amused look, “Anyways, You want to eat?”

Vi gives you a cheerful smile when you mention the word; eat, “You know I do!”

You and Vi go outside, the sun dipped low, casting warm hues across the backyard. Smoke from sizzling carne asada filled the air as tíos shared stories, drinks in hand, while tías flipped tortillas with easy rhythm. Barefoot kids darted between chairs, laughter ringing beneath swaying string lights. A soft cumbia played in the background, blending with the clink of bottles from the cooler. Plates piled high with grilled meat, guacamole, and salsa passed from hand to hand.

You and Vi sat down at one of the tables with plates full of food, Vi devoured the plate in less than six minutes, you laughed at her and looked at the sunset, casting long shadows and highlighting the landscape with an orange-pink hue. You guys talked about college life and how it was for the both of you guys, still talking about high school drama that happened years ago but you guys still cannot let it go. While gossiping, Vi’s stomach began to growl, she stood up from her chair with her empty plate and looked at you with a smile.

“I’m going to get some more food, do you need some more soda or beer?” Vi offered. “A Sprite would be okay!” You smiled.

“One Sprite, coming right up!” Vi winks at you.

You giggled at her joke as Vi left to get some more food and a beverage for you. You turn your head and look at the view of your backyard, the night is still young with stars gleaming under the moonlight, Plastic chairs circling fold-out tables topped with salsa, guacamole, and foil-wrapped tortillas. Laughter echoed as your younger cousins ran across the patchy grass, and a soft banda song played in the background. You smiled at your family members as they were having a good time until your smile faded once you saw a very familiar face, your ex-girlfriend; Margot. Margot has a sensation that you were staring at her, she turns her head and catches you staring at her, you immediately turn your head away, heart racing after she sees you.

Vi comes back with a food-filled plate and your Sprite, she places it onto your chair, she eats her burger while speaking to you. She notices you from not responding to her, just instead looking at the night sky but with an uncomfortable and anxious look.

“What’s up with you?” Vi gives you a confused look as she chomps down her cheeseburger.

“It’s my ex, Margot. She's here right now because of her parents and my parents are really close and still are after she dumped me over some girl she met at the bar. I saw her while you were getting seconds and we made eye contact.. Ughhh..” You groaned as you put your hands over your face.

“Oh yeaah! I-mmph’ remmphber hmer!” Vi replies back at you, but she's got a mouth full of food.

“Like I don’t understand why her parents and mine are still friends! She treated me so wrong and now she wants to dump me and now date some girl who fakes her own workouts on her social media and both of her parents want to pretend that everything is okay and try to be friends again? NO!” You ranted to Vi.

“Wait- You stalk your ex’s new girlfriend’s account?” Vi looks at you with a weird look.

“Doesn’t everyone do that?”

“...”

“Whatever, I’m going to get some more food. Don’t drink my Sprite, Vi.”

“Don’t worry! I won’t!” Vi snickers at you as you leave the table.

You walked over to the food table but was interrupted when a few of your relatives greeted you and asked you multiple questions about your college life. While you would love to answer the questions, your dad yelled your name. You turn around and walk over to your dad, he was hanging out with his usual group of friends that you have known for a while but there was one unfamiliar face you didn’t know when you arrived.

“There’s my (Your name)! She’s about to graduate college soon as a Biology major! My baby is growing up so fast. She is moving out and getting her own place soon once she graduates!” Your dad places his arm over your shoulder, smiling proudly as he names your accomplishments.

“Dad, Stop!” Your cheeks become warm when he uses that nickname, “I’ll be able to see you every weekend, trust me.”

“Moving out on your own, huh? I know you are going to do great, sweetheart.” A low but smooth-soothing voice replied, you turned around to see who replied to you and your eyes widened. A towering woman who towered over you, her estimated height being 6'4. She had substantial muscles and a lovely dark caramel skin tone. She had shining short black hair, gloomy moonlight gray eyes, and a sharp nose that made her face stand out. Her left arm was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic device composed of bronze.

She is wearing a black sleeveless top tucked into high-waisted black pants with a black belt. Her outfit is paired with black shoes, Tattoos cover her right arm. She has a silver necklace around her neck and small silver hoop earrings. You couldn’t stop staring at her, she was just the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen in your entire life, your heart starts racing even more, your cheeks become more hotter, you just couldn’t stop admiring her-

“Amor! Earth to (Your Name!)” Your dad snaps at you.

“WHAT- HUH?!” You were snapped back into reality, your dad’s friends chuckled at you as you spaced out.

“I said, This is Sevika! " She is one of my workers at the auto shop and my best friend.” Your dad rolled his eyes after he repeated multiple times while you were spaced out.

“A pleasure to meet you, (Your name).” Sevika smiles softly at you.

“Uh-Uh- Well- I- Uh- I-It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” You spluttered with your words but replied back in a quieter way, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as Sevika gave you eye contact

“(Your Name), We are going to go inside to watch the game, you want to join us?” Your dad smiled.

“Sure! Let me go and ask Vi-” Someone tapped on your shoulder, You were interrupted with a very familiar voice, a voice that you didn’t want to hear all night.

“(Your Name), can we talk?” Margot asks with an anxious tone in her voice. You turned around and gave Margot a fake smile with a sarcastic tone, “Of course, Margot! Let’s go. I’ll be back soon, Apa!”

“Okay, Mija! We will start the game without you, sorry! Come back when you are ready!”

You and Margot leave the group but Sevika couldn't stop staring at the two of you when you guys left.

“Hmm..” Sevika grunted.

The two of you walked to the driveway; it's been over a couple of months since Margot dumped you, and you're still angry at her for what she did to you; you didn't leave your room for weeks after the breakup; you started dating after sophomore year of high school; and here you are: looking at the girl who broke your heart, you cross your arms and give her a disgusted expression.

“I don’t understand why you are even here, Margot.” You growled.

“Your mom invited my family and plus I didn’t wanted to be her-”

“Says the one who kept staring at me all night!” You yelled back.

“You were staring at me first!” She argued back.

“Then what are we doing here, Margot? What do you want to talk about?!”

“...”

“Just spit it out, Margot!”

“Okay, Fine!”

“This better be good.” You scoffed.

“ I fucked up ever since I dumped you a few months back and I just can’t stop thinking about you. The day when I dumped you, I saw this look on your face that made me regret my decisions and made me feel anxious all the time. I will treat you better. Please give me another chance.”

“Bullshit.” You rolled your eyes.

“What?”

“What you are telling me is all bullshit. if we do get back together, I know you are going to fuck up things all over again.” You scoffed as you looked dead into her eyes.

“I’m telling you my honest feelings! Why won’t you hear me out, you bitch!” She shoves you, you fall back backwards as you look up at her, she gives her a dangerous, furious look into your eyes, She clenches her fists and chuckles at you.

“You deserved this, bitch.” Margot’s fist flew towards your face before it could land, a strong, powerful hand caught her wrist before her fist landed on your face. “What the hell are you doing?” Sevika grumbled, she stands right behind you as she glares at Margot protecting you.

“What the fuck, (Your Name)?! Who is this whore?” Margot scoffed.

“My friend, dumbass. Now, you better get the fuck out of my house or I will call the fucking cops.” You stood up from the ground and glared at her, Sevika looked back at you and smirked.

“Whatever.” Margot scoffs at the both of you, she walks away from your driveway and leaves the party.

“Jesus fucking christ.” You sighed in relief.

“Hey, are you oka-” Seivika asked but was interrupted when you hugged her once Margot finally left. You were so shocked after what happened.

“Thank you so much, Sevika. You really saved my life there.” You smiled softly.

“Not a problem at all, I mean I kinda knew it was going to happen.” Sevika shrugs.

“You did?” You look at Sevika with a confused expression.

“When Margot wanted to talk with her, I knew something bad was going to happen. So, I walked over to the driveway and I saw her pushing you into the ground and the rest was history.” Sevika chuckled softly.

“Wow. Just at the right timing too, what are you? Spider-man?” You giggled.

“Maybe I am, sweetheart.” Sevika chuckles at you.

“W-Well, We should go and head back to the house, My papa will probably be worried sick about me and-”

“(YOUR NAME)! Where were you?! I’ve been waiting for you like 100 hours and.. Who’s she?” Vi runs up to you and turns her head around, looking at Sevika with a questionable expression on her face.

“That’s Sevika, one of my dad’s friends, she saved me from Margot.” You smiled at Sevika.

“Your knight in armor..” Vi scoffs, “Okay, well I’m still hungry and you are coming with me!”

“Still?! You had like 5 plates of my mom’s food.”

“Whatever. Follow me!” Vi grabs your hand and drags you along with her, you look back at Sevika, making eye contact with her eyes. She had these gray eyes that reminded you of the moonlight, Sevika looks at you back and admires your eye color in secret aswell. You wave at her and smile, she smiles back at you.

“So.. Sevika.” Vi chuckles, she raises her eyebrow and gives you a teasing smile.

“Shut up.”

“Oh come on! You definitely like her.”

“I barely don’t know her!” You defended yourself.

“Sure..” Vi rolls her eyes.

“I’m telling you the truth! She seems like a really nice lady.”

“Okay..”

“And she just had these beautiful features she had in her face, like dear god.”

“Which one is your favorite?” Vi chuckled.

You gave her a side eye when she asked you that question.

“Hey man, I’m just asking.”

“Her eyes.”

“Eyes?” Vi gives you a confused expression.

‘When our eyes met and made eye contact in the driveway, there was something that really sparked my entire heart.”

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hitmeharderandsofter · 4 months ago

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irl moots i love u but for the sake of my own sanity look away 😞

let me use you

warnings! bad writing (i apologize in advance), pussy slapping, ejaculating strap, filming/uploading sex, pet (?) names (mommy, baby, mama, etc), no use of y/n, idk what else so u guys should let me know if I missed something :3

It's weird but billie loves pounding into you on camera, you've noticed she's liked this whole "recording sex" thing when every time she's mad or stressed, she begins recording how rough/hard she's treating you.

billie knows it's wrong she's exposing herself like this but nobody knows it's her and it's almost like she changes her whole appearance before uploading such a thing onto the internet.. plus, she has you call her a whole different name, mommy (her fav) or anything but billie

she doesn't need any accusations or those kind of people finding these things

"cmon baby, need you so damn bad.. just wanna watch you bounce on my cock.."

"fine bills but no cameras this time.."

"not even for me to watch later?.."

you sigh and grab billie's phone off the bedside table and hand it to her

"that's right mama I always knew you loved it when I record this perfect body of yours.."

she gently starts squeezing your breasts through your shirt, frowning at the fact you were wearing a bra before moving down your body and in between your legs

"you want me to get you nice and wet for the camera?"

billie asks before rubbing your clit through your panties while a small sigh leaves your mouth as billie calms the ache between your thighs

"can I call you billie this time?.. so sick of all those fake names.."

you frown as billie shakes her head with disapproval

you hated calling billie a fake name on camera, it just felt so wrong screaming out some random name while cumming

"baby you know the rules.."

billie shook her head as she pulled your shirt up, revealing the lacy black bra you had on

"c’mon, bills..."

"baby, let mommy treat you right"

fuck.

you hated how that name rolled off hf"er tongue so smoothly

"fine. but you owe me a night where there are no cameras and we use our real names"

"you got it, mama"

billie opens the camera app on her phone and immediately records her playing with your tits.

(she's obsessed with your boobs btw..)

billie unclips your bra, letting your breasts fall free and she quickly hands you her phone

her fingers brushed against both your nipples and a small moan was pulled from your mouth

"feels good doesn't it ma?"

a small whine escapes your mouth as she takes one of your nipples in her mouth.

shes sucking and biting one and her hand pinching and rubbing the other

your hands shakily hold the camera as you watch billie through the screen

you weren't sure how the internet hasn't found out yet, but billie doesn't care if they do (also, to watch you guys fuck it's like a 100-dollar fee)

billie places hickeys all over your chest, knowing she'll enjoy watching the purple marks form on you later

she slowly peppers kisses down your body, making her way down the front of your skirt

she knows exactly how to tease her viewers.

she moves down in between your legs and flips up your skirt so it's covering her face before teasing your clit through the thin fabric of your matching lace panties

nothing but the perfect whines coming out of your mouth, including billies praise is captured on camera, she knows her fans are gonna be mad if they don't get to see your pretty pussy too…

so after a few minutes of teasing, she suddenly pulls your skirt down revealing your matching underwear

"so fucking slutty, you guys seeing this hm?.. wearing a matching set for me.."

billie gives your pussy a couple slaps

"need your fingers so bad.."

you can't help but whine.. (again) poor little pussy leaking because your girlfriend makes her wait to be fucked like a slut :(

"shhh baby let me use you"

god, she drives you fucking crazy.

she tugs your panties off and immediately dives her face into your cunt.

It was torture, slow, teasing stripes were licked up your cunt. her nose bumping your clit was the cherry on top.

you push billies head into your wet cunt as if her head could go in any further...

"i-i’m gonna cum!-"

your body tenses as billie laps at your juices, occasionally sticking her tongue in and out of your sensitive hole

your hands are shaking from the impact of your orgasm, and billie's face was covered in your cum.

god, it was so fucking hot...

she plunges two fingers into you and uses her thumb to rub at your clit.

"you look so pretty.."

billie motions you to give her the phone so she can record from her view

you hand billie the phone and grip the bed sheets

everything felt too good, the way how her fingers curled at the right angle made moans and mewls pass your lips

god, she was so fucking perfect.

"I'm cumming! o-oh my god- mommy please-"

billie shakes her head

"nuh uh baby I still need you to prep my cock for me.."

she removed her fingers from your cunt, another whine leaving your lips at the feeling of emptiness

billie places her phone on the bedside table and motions you to come to her

"c'mere, want you to suck me off.."

you undo billie's belt and quickly slide her pants off, you can see how big the strap is through her boxers.

fuck.. could you even fit that thing in your mouth?

you pull billie's boxers down revealing her cock, she grabs onto it and gently taps your cheek with it

"open up mama.. gotta get it nice and wet for me.."

as you open your mouth, she pushes your head onto her cock, making you take the whole thing

billie throws her head back in pleasure (as if she could feel it)

she watches you bob your head back and forth on her cock and lets her hands tangle in your hair

you gag now and then before billie pulls you off completely.

her perfect cock glistening with your spit, she strokes it a bit before grabbing her phone again

she wanted to fill you up with her cum, watch it leak out as you beg her to stop.

good thing the strap she wore did just that.. you just didn't know it yet

billie records herself sliding into your cunt, moaning at how your pussy just took her so well

"god, this needy fucking pussy just taking my big cock.."

you were braindead, nothing but babbles of "thank you" and "love you so much" came out of your mouth.

billie moaned at the sight, her girl can barely function at the feeling of her girlfriend's cock inside of her...

how much hotter could you get?

she rubs your clit with one of her hands and holds the camera with the other, her pace picking up a bit when she hears you're close

"c'mon baby cum for me"

you throw your head back and feel yourself spasm on her cock

billie on the other hand, presses a small button on her strap that causes the faux cum to leak inside of you.

she lets out a small giggle before pulling out of you and begins to play with your sticky clit, overstimulating you in the process

"can't take it- mmm please.."

"shh baby just one more.."

you cum rather quickly and billie records the fake cum flowing out of your pussy

she couldn't help herself so she drops to her knees and starts lapping at your cunt, cleaning up everything.

she's not wasting a single drop.

you whine as billie hands you the camera to record her eating you out, plus, she wants everyone to see her face covered in your juices.

she grabs the phone from your hands and records your fucked out face and gives you a small kiss before ending the video.

"did so good for me mama, poor little pussy leaking so much cum after I filled her up.."

she looks over to you after you don't respond, you're knocked out, your nipples were perked up and cum was still very much leaking out of you...

billie picks you up and runs a bath for you to soak in, you gently stir awake to billie's fingers in your cunt scooping the fake cum out of you

"you did so well for me baby... you fell asleep after we finished recording"

"everything hurts bills..."

"I know, I know, let me take care of you okay?.."

billie finished cleaning you up and got you dressed, she laid your tired body in bed before tucking you in.

she had to shower herself, she was quite literally drenched in your juices...

billie got off in the shower, thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight.. (and all that pent-up hornyness from fucking you to oblivion)

she finished and joined you in bed where you were already fast asleep

she played with your hair as she uploaded the video to the website you guys had.

she titled it "stuffing my pretty girl full of cum"

billie couldn't help but watch the video, the sounds of your moans and the angles of your cunt drove her crazy...

"fuck baby you don't know what you do to me.." billie whispered to herself

she plugged in her phone and fell asleep

little buzzes emerged from her phone and your "fans" were already going crazy because of the video

she's too busy sleeping to care...

(hi guys! i'm actually posting and this feels so weird!!!)

love u guys!

#billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish smut #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x female reader #lesbian #sesbian lex #i love billie shes so hot

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r04dk1llx2 · 1 year ago

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Begging For It *ੈ✩‧₊˚

This came to me suddenly, out of absolutely nowhere, so enjoy it.

Pairing: Clapton Davis x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You get to peg Clapton Davis. That’s it. That’s the story.

Tags: GN!reader (use of ‘mommy’ is the only gendered term), Dom!reader, Sub!Clapton, pegging, strap-on penetration, anal, nipple clamps, vibrating cock ring, whiny Clapton (as usual), premature ejaculation (he’s touch starved and horny be nice to him), praise, degradation, overstimulation, thigh-highs, very brief choking, average early 2000s teenager room setup, don’t talk about the fact that Ayesha didn’t produce music in that timeframe…

The harsh moonlight from your open window shines along his skin, illuminating the thin sheen of sweat covering his toned body. You were balls deep in Clapton Davis, the schools resident jackass.

“f-fuuuuck—! don’t stop-!” Your room is entirely filled with his moans, even drowning out the sound of the Ayesha Erotica track that he had playing on your speaker. Clapton was never one to be quiet.. being in bed with him was no different.

You thrust slowly, holding his hips as he groans into the fuzzy pink pillow beneath him. He looked entirely fucked out, his hair messy and stuck to his forehead, his necklaces tangled and his shirt pulled up to expose his chest, not to mention the black thigh highs you convinced him to wear for you. You gently pull at his hair, forcing him to look back at you.

He’s already drooling, long eyelashes fluttering as he looks back at you with a dumb grin, the chain connecting the nipple clamps you had put on him earlier jingling each time you push into him.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, pretty boy?” You purr, his hole clenching around you as soon as he hears that nickname. He nods frantically, lips parted slightly as he lets out a sharp whimper.

You pick up the pace, causing him to loose balance as you slam into him. He’s panting, a total mess beneath you as you bring your hand to hold his head down against the bed, your other hand reaching down to pump his painfully hard cock.

He yelps, hips bucking into your fist as soon as you make contact with his length. His thighs tense, his muscles showing under those sheer black thigh highs.

“Ghh—! m-mommy—!” He sobs, babbling incoherently, completely dumbed down by your dick. He whines loudly, eyes rolling back as you slam into his prostate.

It only takes a few more thrusts against his sweet spot for him to moan, his dick twitching hard in your hand before immediately shooting a load out against his stomach, coating your zebra print sheets in the process. He was never one to last long, got himself too excited and worked up.

He cries out, panting hard as you continue to move, only slowing down enough for him to catch his breath. He’s insatiable.

“Already cumming so soon, baby?”

“M’sorry—“ He pants, still rocking his hips back against you. “Please- keep going— need it-“

You nod, slipping your cock out as you turn him onto his back. He looks.. embarrassed, completely flushed, but turned on.

“Good boy… think you can cum again for me? Make your mommy proud?”

He nods pathetically, his hips rolling against the air, desperate for contact again. You grin down at him, reaching down to grab the chain connecting his clamps, tugging at it, watching his expression contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Fucking whore. Of course you’d be more than happy to cum again.” You spit, snapping the elastic of his thigh highs against his skin. He lets out a choked sob, tears pricking in his eyes from the overstimulation. “Stay there.”

You briefly get up, rummaging around the bedside drawer before pulling out a bright pink ring. You hold it up, waving it teasingly infront of his face as you climb back ontop of him, kneeling between his thighs.

“You know what this is, don’t you, baby?” You hum, watching his pupils dilate.

“u-uhm… a cock ring..?” Clapton stammers, nervously biting his lip. His cock twitches from the thought of you using it on him alone.

“Mhm.. that’s right. This one vibrates, it’s gonna keep you nice and hard while I fuck you.” You murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to his thigh, slowly slipping the cock ring onto his hardening dick. He whimpers, cock twitching at the sensation, a small bead of precum already forming at his slit.

“God, you’re such a slut…” You scoff, grabbing the bottle of lube that had been set aside on the end of the bed, pumping a generous amount on your hand before stroking yourself. Once you’re fully coated and lubed up, you guide his hips up and press back against his ass, feeling it immediately take you in.

He groans once you slide back in, knowing you hadn’t turned on the vibrating function to his cock ring just yet. His gaze meets yours, full of lust and a twinge of anticipation in those big puppy eyes.

“Mommy…?”

“F-fuck- what? you want that turned on already? are you that desperate to cum again?” You grunt, slowly pumping in and out of him, sweat already forming on your brow. He nods, looking a little embarrassed.

You sigh, a small smirk escaping your lips before you press the side button of the ring, feeling it vibrate to life. Clapton whines, hips bucking again as you hold his thighs, thrusting harder. He already looked close.

With how loud he is, you can barely register the music that’s still filling your bedroom, as if you could even think of anything aside from Clapton at this point. He looks so pretty… lips soft and puffy from earlier, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, a deep blush covering his freckled cheeks.

“Fuck me harder- p-please-! feels s’good—“

He’s begging again, how cute. You oblige, ramming deeper and deeper into his ass, the bright pink of the dildo connected to your strap-on sliding in and out of his pretty little hole, how he managed to take this much up the ass? No clue, but you weren’t one to judge.

After a few moments of listening to him babble incoherently, you turn up the vibrations on his cock ring, causing him to sob out in pleasure. His cock looked pathetic, all red and overstimulated, but still rock hard and leaking everywhere. As if he didn’t already leak all over this bed, you’ve got to wash those sheets later..

You reach down to grab his throat, applying just enough pressure to make him see stars as you fuck him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You feel his legs wrap around your torso, the sensation of his thigh highs rubbing against your sides as he pulls you in closer.

“Cmon, Clapton… cum for me, be a good boy and cum” You pant, leaning in to kiss him, darting your tongue out to wet his painfully chapped lips. He almost instantly complies, parting his lips so you could deepen the kiss, letting your tongues dance as you thrust harder and harder into him.

He whimpers and moans into your mouth, stifling himself as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. You hear his voice go up an octave, and his legs begin to tremble, his nails digging into your back as you feel a sudden sensation shoot up against your stomach.

You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you hear him panting heavily under you, his eyes shut a his mouth still slightly open.

“Good boy… Such a good boy..” You whisper, peppering soft kisses along his jaw, slowly moving down to his shoulders. You let the ring continue to vibrate, but pull yourself out slowly, eliciting a high pitched whine from the pretty boy underneath you.

“mmhh- fuck— t-thank you, mommy—“ He breathes out, slowly opening his eyes, a mess of sweat and tears covering his soft skin. You wipe his cheeks, smiling softly down at him.

“mm-hmm.. of course, baby, I love yo—“

Knock. Knock.

“Y/N?? Did Clapton come over? You know we don’t want your friends over this late at night!”

Suddenly, a knock on your bedroom door, accompanied by the voice of.. who you could only assume was your parents, of course it was your parents, you haven’t moved out yet. You stare down at Clapton, his eyes were wide, and frankly, so were yours. You can barely make out the words over the mix of music and the vibrating of Claptons cock ring..

“oh fuck-“

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eds6ngel · 11 months ago

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I just read one Fanfic -And it wasn’t even stranger things- which included a cum filled strap and now my bisexual ass (who also loves your writing) can’t stop thinking about Robin fucking R with one of those. 🫣🤭

She’d be shy at first, unsure what to do and if she’s really into it but -Oh boy- the minute she actually gets to fuck R with it 🫢

firstly, thank you, babes !! second, yes. absolutely yes. from a fellow bisexual, i'm absolutely in love with this idea (and horny af.) <3

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. strap-on use. dirty talk. mommy kink. breeding kink. pregnancy kink. orgasms. fake cum. internalised homophobia? (unsure how to label it.) modern!robin. r attracted to multiple genders (including cis men.) [0.9k].

robin would be super shy at first. she had insecurities that you thought she could never compare to a man because of her inability to produce sperm. she had used a strap many times before on you, but was the lack of ejaculation from it a personal problem?

it took a lot of convincing (and even more strap-use) for you to tell her that it wasn't a male-centric thing, it was simply the feeling that got you extremely riled up.

so, robin did tons of research. she spent many days on various different sex toy websites, trying to find the perfect toy for you, as well as how to use the piece of equipment.

and once it arrived, my god were you two excited.

you were both desperately trying to open the cardboard amazon box, getting out the fake bottle of cum and new dildo.

“okay, baby, so… according to this… you open the cap at the top there.”

you point to it, but robin’s hands appeared to be shaking again. she thought she had gotten used to the idea through her research, but seeing everything laid out in front of her… it made her nervous.

“hey, hey,” you cup her face gently, “what’s wrong, baby? talk to me.”

“i mean…” she hesitates. she couldn’t shake the feeling off that this felt too male-centric to her, despite you saying otherwise.

she already had worries the first time you had asked to use a strap. but, she quickly realised that she was indeed turned on by that and now couldn’t wait for the times you both wanted to use it.

but, a cum-filled one? that was a whole different level. you wanted a dick that filled you with cum, something she couldn’t physically give you.

“i’m just scared that you actually just want the real thing. like… this isn’t gonna feel like how it does with a man—”

you quickly shut her up with a kiss, whispering in a sultry tone, “i don’t wanna be cummed in by a man, i wanna be cummed in by you.”

and soon enough, the dildo was set up in the next ten minutes.

robin did her usual routine, fingering and eating you out like a woman starved, making you squirm and cry from her incredible actions.

she slotted the new toy into the harness, testing that it was a good fit, before demanding you to get on all fours for her, to which you obeyed immediately.

she lines up to your entrance, using your slick to lube up the dildo before slowly pushing in.

she let you get used to the new toy. it was your normal six inches, but just by the look of it, you both knew it was gonna feel different. she also had to remember not to push in to the hilt like she normally did, the ejaculation button sitting right at the top of the dildo. that would be a disaster if she miscalculated that and the tightness of your walls gliding over activated the squirting.

she felt her normal level of horniness at first, which was already extremely high because it was you after all. who wouldn’t be this turned on by the mere sight of you?

but, once the dirty talk kicked in? that is when she realised that she would need regular stock-ups of the fake cum.

hands gripping tightly into the flesh of your skin, the continuous slapping of her cock echoing off the four walls of your bedroom, you were screaming and yelling, “g-getting close, mommy. need your c-cum. need it so fucking bad.”

robin was gonna end up cumming to the mere sound of your words, letting go in sync with the toy, as if she was actually filling you up with her spunk.

“n-need you to breed me, mommy. need your babies.”

god, if she had an actual dick, she would be doing that every chance she got. the amount of mini buckley’s running around the house would be insane.

“yeah?” robin pants in your ear, leaning over your body, now thrusting directly into your cervix, “gonna let go for me? gonna let go so mommy can breed this pussy for you? make you all nice ‘n full?”

“y-yes! yes! oh my god! oh my god! i-i’m gonna—”

and by the intense grip on the bedsheets, to your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open, violent noises escaping your throat, robin knew from memory that your orgasm had hit you like a freight train.

she waited for your orgasm to die down, before pushing in as far as she could go and pressing the button.

the fake cum squirted fiercely into your cervix, a long stream entering you, once, twice, three times as robin kept pushing the button over and over again.

she kept pressing and pressing until your legs started shaking, giving out underneath you as robin had to use her arm to catch your weight.

as you both recovered from the intense pleasure, robin silently pleaded to whatever power was out there that one day, there would be a way to make that stick.

and if she wasn’t already turned on enough, the sight of the cum dripping out of your pussy after she had pulled out was something to send her brain spiralling once again.

as she collected the spunk and shoved it forcefully back into your vagina, all she knew was that she needed to make another order of that substance. and she needed to make it soon.

a/n: please let me know if any of this came across as homophobic/lesbophobic/etc etc. i did double check with a queer woman i know who is in a wlw relationship, but she does not identify as a lesbian, so lesbians and other sapphics, correct me!! i'm open to learning more!!

taglist: @agxxb @robinsno1lesbian @agenderrat

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x gn!reader #robin buckley x afab!reader #robin buckley x fem!afab!reader #robin buckley x gn!afab!reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fic #robin buckley blurb #stranger things #eds6ngel

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onyxedenfox · 1 month ago

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Ovulation sex drive brings me to tears. I genuinely think that if I had a partner, I'd ask them to put their hands on me 10, 20, 50 times a day. Even then, I still worry it wouldn't be enough.

Normally, I'm someone who likes to initiate, to service, to take my time and worship the other person, both hard and fast, as well as soft and slow. However they like, for however long they want. Any place, any time.

But during the one or two weeks at the middle of my cycle, I turn into the neediest, most clingy and touch starved thing in existence. All I can think about, day and night, is someone who knows me, and knows my body, and knows how to take me apart without having to say a word.

Whether they're just laying hands upon me, gently grazing and cupping my chest, or sneaking between my legs, slightly pressing to give me warmth, no friction or intention, just a hold of comfort. Whether they're pushing me against a hard surface and pulling at my clothes in a frenzy, or laying me atop soft cushions, hands wandering, mouths exploring, as we grind away at eachother. Whether they rub at me with toys or their fingers, push into me with a dildo, a strap or their own body. Pull my hair, squeeze my throat, tickle my sides. Grope, pinch, bite, lick, kiss, caress at every bit of skin on display. Anything they want, I'll let them have, no questions asked.

Even if they're away for work, or live half way across the continent, or half way across the world. I'd still beg them to stay on the phone with me, all day and all night long. From the moment I wake up and have to fill myself with my fingers, still wet and open since last evening. As I make myself come three times in a row before the start of my work day, while they speak to me from the other side, just making their coffee, not even in immediate need of their own.

Then I'd sit through meeting after meeting, with the egg vibrator deep inside me as they jump from setting to setting through the online app that controls it. Squirming and sweating all morning, teased, edged, denied as the play with me anyway they want. But as soon as my lunch break comes, I'd call them on Google meet and place my laptop straight opposite my bed, so they can see me crawl and bend over on all fours, dripping wet and open, pulling the vibrator out. They'd talk me through it, tell me what to do, where to place my fingers, when to touch, when to stop. They'd pick a toy for me, a large, knotted, ejaculating dildo, with an internal thruster. I'm so wet already, they know I can just run it through my mess and it will be enough to fit right in. And it does just that, so snug, spreading me deliciously. So I start pushing, in and out, slowly, so they can see how I stretch and leak around it through the camera.

Oh they're affected now, I can hear it in their breathing. I know they have a meeting soon, so I amp it up just a little. I start moving faster and tell them how good they feel inside me. Ask them, how do I feel? Am I warm enough? Wet enough? Tight enough? My neck is smarting from being bent at the wrong angle so I can look at them with large tearful eyes, pleading for more. Right then I see them snake a hand under the screen, straight between their legs. So I pitch my voice higher, make it sound smaller, as I gasp and squeak and whine their name, all the while still pumping in and out. They tell me to put the egg right under my clit, and take control of the app again. I feel it come to life, buzzing away, setting me on fire and melting my brain. I can't help it, I forget about them as my eyes roll into my head and I let out the filthiest disgusting groan I ever have. They're moving their hand faster and faster, I can hear their own little gasps come through the speakers. Right then, the teams ring tone comes in. Their boss has started the meeting.

They curse and shake, and desperately try to put themselves to rights, but I can't stop. I can see them frantically looking for the 'mute tab' button as they move me across their second screen and dial into their work call. I keep going, they can see my hand move the dildo in and out. Feigning nonchalance, they control the app still, while talking to their team about spreadsheets, and KPIs, and things I can't even begin to comprehend. Especially now, when I'm holding on for dear life, biting at the bed cover, moaning their name between gritted teeth, gooseflesh rising everywhere, sweat pooling at my back. My tshirt has rucked up, right under my chin, my front exposed between my legs, so they can see my bare chest struggling for breath, as my nipples pebble at each graze against the sheets beneath me.

They amp up the toy higher and higher, and I pump still, faster and faster, as the dildo thrusts away at full power. One last flick of their finger against their phone, eyes boring into me from the other side of the screen while their boss goes through some slide deck, and the egg is vibrating at its strongest setting. My back fully arched, ass in the air, face down into the mattress, tears rolling, I scream, and I come. Crying their name out on repeat, snaking a finger to the bottom of the dildo, to that special button that floods me with warm spend. It keeps going and going, knot grinding into me, filling me completely, clit blazing I feel myself let go and start gushing as I clench around the shaft, tighter and tighter. I still keep going.

Warm come now spilling out of me, leaking onto the bed. My own wetness and the one of the dildo, mixing together. I push it right back into me as the toy keeps thrusting, motor on fire. Finally, their call comes to an end, and their work persona immediately falls apart as they struggle to pull my view back to their main screen cursing, hands shaking over the mouse. They tell me I'm a tease, a beautiful, gorgeous, bastard of a tease, and fight to get their trousers open as quickly as possible.

All I can do is laugh, and arch my back further, spread my legs as wide as I can so they can see me completely. They swear under breath, hand moving at lightning speed between their legs now, the dildo still going, the egg still buzzing, and I'm right on the edge again. It's heaven.

They know it too, start talking to me about how perfect I am, how angelic I sound, how good I feel, how pretty I look, how good I'm making them feel, how good I'm being, how much they love me, more, more, more, mor-

I'm coming again, even stronger, impossibly higher. Gushing, squeezing, pulsing. I'm flying apart at the seams, screaming myself hoarse, gasping for air, shaking out of my skin, and I can hear them behind me. Groaning and howling, fighting for breath, cursing, my name on their lips. They're coming too.

It goes on and on, till finally the egg lets up and I relax enough to stop clenching. The dildo slips out, rolling off the bed, a mere echo in the distance. My legs can't keep me up another second, and I fall flat on my front, splayed out in all directions, leaking steadily. We are both silent for a while, just catching our breath, then I lift off a little just to look at them. A smile splits both our faces and we can't help but break into the happiest of laughter.

I tell them I love them. That I miss them. They reply the same way. Then tell me they have no other meetings for the whole afternoon, with a slowly blooming, teasing lopsided smirk.

One look is all it takes, and we're ready to go again. All day, through the evening, and the whole night, right until tomorrow. Go at it like starving animals, and tear eachother apart, again, and again, and again.

And if I had a partner, we would. Break one another into pieces, then pull us right and back together. Again, and again, and again.

CIS HET MEN, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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ashrooms · 2 years ago

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POST-COLLIDER JOHNATHAN OHNN/THE SPOT x GN!READER HEADCANONS [NSFW]

Just some thoughts I had during work that I wanted to share. I even did some doodles. These are 18+, so minors go away.

While he's lost his dick due to the collider incident, the Spot's body and skin down in that area is still very much sensitive. Even more so when there's a hole down there since the skin bordering the hole is especially sensitive.

Absolutely use your mouth on him. Whether it be gentle kisses trailing his body or biting and licking, he WILL go insane. If you start licking between his thighs, he basically short-circuits and begs you not to stop. He loves the occasional playful bite on his inner thighs.

His holes give off a slight hum, easy to miss but audible if you're close and listen in. The skin around his holes vibrates depending on how intense the Spot's emotions are. If you're doing some hole play, you can feel said skin's vibrations intensify the closer he gets. If you're touching around one of his holes when he comes, it gives you a slight shock, but nothing too unpleasant.

He gets upset sometimes when he wants to rail you but can't the way he wants to since, y'know, he's lacking in dick. This only makes him more desperate though, Ohnn tries his best to make you feel good with his hands.

Sometimes the two of you will send each other spicy texts and it just riles him up. Once it gets to be too much for him, the Spot will open up a portal and he just yoinks you, pulling you into a nearby private space. He wastes no time and pulls you close, immediately grinding on your ass for some much needed relief.

Because Ohnn's at least still sensitive down below, he loves grinding on you, especially from behind. His grip on your hips is hard enough to leave bruises but as Ohnn gets closer to coming, he pulls you in tighter, gripping onto your stomach and chest.

He'll also finger you/jerk you off while he's grinding into you, he wants you to come with him. Depending on how the Spot's feeling that day, he's either:

- Whimpering in your ear, saying how much you feel good and how much he loves you. You make him feel amazing and you're his entire world.

- He's telling you that he won't hold back, he won't stop until he's satisfied and how much he loves hearing your noises. You're his and only his, don't you forget that.

You decide to surprise him with a strap-on. He's skeptical at first but is down to try it out and experiment, Ohnn's nothing if not a scientist. At first, he isn't sure he's into it until he sees/hears how much you're enjoying it. He loves it when you're vocal with him, it tells him he's doing something right. Ohnn starts off gentle, not wanting to hurt you, but after you say it's okay to go harder, he thrusts into you and that's when he starts to love it. He's finally able to fuck you how he wants. The sound of him thrusting into you only pushes him further over the edge. Similar to when he's grinding on you, his hands are gripping onto your body tightly. He never wants to let you go. Using the strap gives Ohnn a bit of an ego though, so watch out 😏🤭.

If you want to try using toys, he's open to you using a vibrator on him after the success of the strap-on. It turns him into a whimpering mess, you (with his consent) end up overstimulating him and it drives him crazy.

Since he no longer has a dick, Ohnn can't really ejaculate. Instead, his holes sort of "shrink" and "tighten" before "exploding" in size across his body. Post-nut, the movement of his holes resembles a lava lamp. Eventually, his holes morph into sort of "heart" shapes as he holds you.

#the spot #atsv #johnathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn #atsv spot #atsv the spot #atsv ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #jonathan ohnn x reader #the spot x reader #across the spiderverse #my text posts #my art

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lincolndjarin · 1 year ago

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my way.

pairing : oberyn martell x f!reader

summary : being the prince of dorne can often be a rather stressful job, it's hard to give, and give, and give. sometimes you just need to be on the receiving end for a little while.

warnings, tags, etc : five seconds of plot to build up to a whole lot of porn, pegging (obvi), medieval strap on, glass toys, fingering, oberyn sucks the strap, allusions to other partners, referring to a dildo as a cock, multiple orgasms, overstimulation if you squint, premature ejaculation?? idk he cums fast bc i'm a sucker for that, cum play, reader has brief penis envy idk if that's the term but yeah, spit as lube bc its the olden days or whatever, anal sex, soft & loving sex, sort of a gentle dom vibe from reader, they're married <3 <3 <3, aftercare, i didn't really edit this as much as i should have (i'm sleepy) so apologies in advance

a/n : hello lovelies !!!! i am back from my little break with a little middle aged man pegging!! check out @wannab-urs who put together this entire project for a full masterlist of everyones works soon <3 apologies if i'm a little rusty i'm still getting back into my writing groove :3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Everything always has to be his way.

If you didn’t love him so much it would probably irritate you more. And when it does bother you he always does his best to fix it but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating. Your sweet prince has always done right by you but he’s never done it your way, and when things don’t go exactly as he wants them to he becomes a real pain.

You know it isn’t entirely his fault of course. The combination of never being told no and having to make decisions that affect the people of Dorne in real time, often leaves him stressed beyond comprehension.

Today it seems to be particularly bad as he paces around your shared chambers. You had spent your day reading and baking bread, everything had been perfectly fine until he burst through the door, rambling about a funding dispute he’s been having with his brother for weeks now. You can tell by the glint in his eye that things clearly aren’t going his way, before you get a chance to comfort him he snaps at you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” It’s a small critique, you have been staring at him waiting for this sort of thing, so you take control of the situation rather quickly.

“Let me give you a chance to apologize before this becomes a fight.” You cross your arms in front of your chest. He immediately picks up on the annoyance in your voice as his features soften from anger to shame.

“I’m sorry.” He really means it as he bows his head a bit. “It’s just- It’s been a difficult day.” He makes his way over to you, taking one of your hands, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry, my stars.”

“I know, my moon, it’s okay.” You move the hand he holds to his lips, cradling his face briefly as he smiles, to your dismay it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s still tense.

“I think I’d go mad if I didn’t get to come home to you each day.” You don’t doubt that.

“Why don’t you let me help you out a little?” You wrap your arms around him, letting your fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. “Let me take care of you.” You barely speak above a whisper now as his body starts to relax in response to your touch. He walks you towards the bed until the backs of your knees hit the mattress, just as expected he immediately takes control of the situation, barely letting you get another word in as his hands slide down your waist like they’ve done countless times before except this time you catch his wrists before he can get that far. “Can you lay down for me?” The moment you ask the question he raises an eyebrow before complying, moving to sit with his back against the headboard as you go to your nightstand.

You’ve used the toy a few times before with your other partners but as far as you know Oberyn’s never even seen it. You haven’t made any effort to hide it from him but he’s always so quick to act when it’s just the two of you, he never gives you much of a chance to do anything but take what he gives. No wonder he’s so stressed, he’s never taken a moment to just receive.

The moment you crawl up the bed to him he’s already back on you. All teeth and hands as he pulls you against him, you have to force yourself to pull away from him though it pains you greatly.

“Not yet- I want to try something new.” You don’t give him a chance to question as you reach across him to your nightstand. You just had a new toy made, hand blown glass, for this sort of occasion, as you toss it down next to him his eyes squint in confusion before going wide.

“Where did you get that, my love?” His words drawl a bit, his Dornish accent hangs heavy in the air as you lift your dress over your head, tossing it aside, sitting before him completely bare as you slip into the leather straps, cinching the buckles carefully before taking the toy and holding it in one hand languidly.

“A glass smith nearby has been more than willing to experiment with his craft for me. Is this something you’re interested in trying?” You can already tell what his answer is going to be based on his expression but you still want to hear him say it.

“Of course, I’d try anything for you.” He purrs softly as you push him back into the pillows. You lay him back, an action he’s done to you countless times before, tugging at the cords of his robe. Between the two of you, eager to get him undressed, it only takes a moment before the fabric hits the floor. Once he’s as bare as you are you’re able to see just how much the idea thrills him as his red tipped cock slaps against his stomach.

“Do you think you can relinquish control for just a little while, my prince?” You rake your nails against his chest lightly as he nods. “Good. I don’t want you to worry about a thing, put all your focus on taking what I give you, do you understand?” You stop your hands movement downwards right as you reach the patch of hair on his lower stomach.

“Absolutely.” He flashes you a toothy grin and you can’t help but respond with one of your own.

“You will do as I say then. And if I ask something of you that you do not like then you will say stop, is that clear?” You want so badly to take his cock into your hands or mouth but you’re trying to be patient as you pull your hand back. This is for his sake, not yours.

“Perfectly clear.” His hips twitch upwards a bit, almost taunting your resolve as you press him back down into the mattress.

“Lovely,” You hum, stroking the glass toy between your fingers before bringing it to his mouth, tapping his lips. “Open.” He complies quickly, parting his lips as you slide the tip of the toy in, reveling in his moans. He looks so… right, like this. Eyes wide and eager as his tongue laps at the cool glass, tracing the ridges, legs spread, and cock twitching in excitement. You can’t help but wonder why you didn’t do this sooner.

You push the fake cock just a little further past his lips before letting him take hold of it, turning to other matters.

“Warm that up please, you wouldn’t want it to be cold when I fill you up.” As you murmur those words he groans against the glass.

Unceremoniously you spit into your hand, giddy with excitement as you nudge his legs a bit further apart. You spread the plush flesh of his ass to notch your digits at his hole, gently pushing just the tip of your pointer finger in, feeling him tighten around you with a gasp.

“Relax, my love.” You coo, waiting until his muscles release a bit before pushing onward. This isn’t your first time doing this sort of thing of course but it is the first time he’s going to be taking something other than your fingers or tongue, so you work him open slowly. Watching the stress unravel from his body as you work in a second finger, curling and scissoring them as his back arches, cock bobbing against his stomach as his fingers grip the sheets around him.

When he’s able to take three of your fingers you pull the toy from his mouth with a soft pop, the toy slick with spit and properly warmed easily slips into the designated slot on your harness. He watches with a palpable anticipation as you get yourself situated. When you’re ready you’re kneeling between his legs, glass cock standing proudly against your pelvis.

“Ready?” You ask as you gently lift his legs, bringing his knees to his chest as he nods, damn near whimpering.

You push into him, slowly, as you gauge his reaction. Usually he’s all grunts and grumbles during sex but now he’s gasps and whines. His hands clutch the pillows surrounding his head as he tries to push himself further onto the toy but the position you’ve got him in keeps him in place.

“You want more?” There’s a mocking lilt to your voice as he nods rapidly.

“Yes- please.” He purses his lips as he whimpers and you’re more than happy to oblige, watching the sight before you as his hole swallows your cock, his own dick leaking against his stomach, begging for a release. You adjust your hips a bit, watching his back attempt to arch as you do so. “Th-there.” His voice is strained as you hit that sweet spot inside of him. Ever so gently you pull out before rocking yourself back against it.

“There? Is that what you want?” You continue to speak in a teasing tone but you truly want to know, this is all for his sake, you want so badly to make him feel good. His cheeks are flushed, warm skin slick with sweat as he continues to nod. You repeat the motion a few more times, caught off guard when he lets out a low whine and you watch as his cock pulses, untouched, as he paints his torso. His breath catches in his throat as he does so. “Oh my, look at the mess you’ve made, and so quickly.” You drag a finger over his heaving chest, scooping up some of his spend to taste, letting the bitter sweetness coat your tongue. “You were more pent up than I thought, my love. I think you still have some stress that needs releasing.”

“I-I’m sorry.” He stammers, looking a bit embarrassed but you immediately shake your head, leaning forward to kiss his forehead while simultaneously sinking back into him.

“Don’t apologize for feeling good, sunshine. That’s what this is all for.” You bump your nose against his, hoping to reassure him. “Do you think you could give me one more, I just want to make sure I get all the stress out.” You emphasize your words with a small push of his legs tighter against his chest, earning a soft mewl from him.

“I can do one more.”

“Wonderful.” You kiss his cheek before picking up the same pace you were at just moments ago. Happily watching his cock jump back to life. You take the opportunity to drag your fingers through the cum cooling on his abdomen, drawing little shapes as he begins to reach that same peak rapidly all over again. You adore the sight of your glass cock sliding in and out of him. He takes you so well, his hole fluttering as he lets you fuck him. You wish you had a real cock just so you could feel him tighten around you but this will have to do. His neglected dick continues to rest against his happy trail, desperate to be touched. This time you help him out, wrapping your hand around his cock, with a few quick pumps he’s coating his stomach in cum all over again.

It’s positively euphoric to see the prince of Dorne like this.

Just for you. Spread before you without a care in the world, stuffed full of your cock and happy as can be.

You give him a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, peppering his cheeks with kisses before slipping out of the harness and leaving to get him some water as well as something to wipe him up with.

You gently wipe him down with a warm washcloth, cleaning him while continuing to kiss his face as he yawns.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, taking your face in his hands, pulling you forward for another kiss.

“Anytime, we take care of each other, I’m just glad you’re feeling better.” You climb under the blankets with him, tangling your limbs with his as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, clearly exhausted as he falls asleep against you. You feel your own exhaustion hit, smiling to yourself as you close your eyes. You couldn’t be happier that he let you try things your way.

#PMAMC2024 #pmamc 2024 #lincolndjarin #one shot #oberyn martell #prince oberyn #oberyn x reader #oberyn / reader #oberyn martell x reader #pedro pascal fic #oberyn martell fic

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darksturnioloqueen · 5 months ago

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Sadistic!Matt x Knife

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**

Sadistic (Sadism - The Act Of Being Sadistic)

Deriving (getting) pleasure from inflicting (causing) pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: dark web, after cum dump, girl getting cut porn, buying a submissive, severe knife play (obvi), some fuckery, blood dripping, licking blood, licking blood off knife, wound fingering, light choking, nipple cutting, light humiliation, ejaculation on wounds, no aftercare⚠︎

Matt was losing his mind. No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the wonder of why you were so wet that night. He had gotten rough with other girls in the past, and they immediately backpedaled. He was back on the web, scrolling every nook and cranny of the dark web, trying to find that website again to buy you. He realized he needed you. Or at least needed to find out if he had accidentally killed you. He had been watching the news for a death in the hotel and hadn't heard anything yet. The link he was sent two nights ago was a one-time use link. So that wasn't an option. He had searched 'submissive' but was only turning up various porn. None of which were good enough for him. He was starting to feel discouraged, but the intensity of the orgasm you caused him was enough to keep him scrolling.

You were fine. You woke up on the mattress with a puddle of cum dripping out of you. Even that made you feel hot again. You just sat there thinking about his face and how intense his dark eyes were as he held the belt. He wanted to hurt you. You wondered if you hadn't even said anything about sex if he would have initiated it himself. You could tell he wasn't there for that. For the last two days, it has been nothing but 'more daddy' and 'yes sir.' You got tired of saying 'harder,' 'more,' or even nothing at all, being that you weren't allowed. You needed him. You got onto your submissive profile and clicked around. Messages were set to expire three hours after reading, so he was already gone. You just had to hope he repurchased you. You sat on your profile waiting for a ping, letting you know someone wanted you. Finally, tired of waiting, you got in the shower. You liked to stay as clean as possible in case someone wanted your services.

Matt was pacing in front of his computer, just losing his mind. The more he thought about you gargling your last breath of air, the more his need for you grew. He plopped down in his chair and started searching again. He had to find you. He had to buy you. After a few more random rabbit hole clicks, he ended up on a porn stream. A guy with a knife cutting a girl strapped to a bed. Typically, he would settle here and start stroking himself, but he found himself wanting to know more about you. He could tell you weren't like anyone else he had ever met. He needed to know what it was. He watched the stream all the way through, logging back in every thirty minutes, hoping he would get sent the same link at the end. His messages pinged. He felt himself rise with excitement.

"Fuck, yes." He clicked the link and scrolled to your profile, knowing exactly where he wanted to go. He filled out the credit card information as fast as he could. He sat bobbing his leg up and down, waiting for your response.

When do you want to meet up?

He felt relief in knowing you weren't dead. He wouldn't have cared too much about your actual death; he just would be worried if it got traced back to him. His fingers tapped his keys, this time knowing exactly what he wanted to say.

Now.

He found himself waiting for your response again, hoping he hadn't scared you.

324 Berry Avenue.

Just like last time, Matt was gathering himself up to leave. As he walked out the door, he saw a slight shimmer from the corner of his eye and looked in its direction, trying to trace the light's refraction. His eyes landed on where it was coming from.

"Perfect." He swiped the object and found himself driving only 15 minutes away from his house. He pulled up to a tiny house he easily could have passed on his way home from work a thousand times. He got out of the car and looked around, trying to make sure no one was watching him. He knocked on the door, and you opened it. Your hair was still a little wet from the shower you had just taken, and you were in a pink frilly silk nightgown, ready for bed.

You were just going to give up tonight and hope he messaged you at the right time tomorrow, but just as you got out of the shower, you got his message. You were doing something you had never done before in your life: you brought him to your house. Hotels, bars, even in their car, but never have you given anyone your personal address. He stepped in and started looking around, a reaction you expected.

"You really like this shit." He muttered. His voice wasn't cold.

"Excuse me?" You weren't understanding him.

"This pink frilly shit." He elaborated while touching a throw blanket.

"Oh, yes. It's my favourite." You were used to your white, pink, and grey home but forgot others wouldn't be accustomed to your aesthetic.

"Can we just get to it?" Matt was losing his patience.

"Of course." The corner of your mouth curled up. You grabbed his hand and led him into your bedroom. A place you have never fucked anyone before. Your room was your sanctuary, and you never wanted to give it up. But this guy, this guy, was different in every way possible.

"Sit on the bed," he instructed. You sat down. "I need to say something... or rather... ask something before we start." He didn't sound nervous, just unsure of what he wanted to say.

"Okay." You waited.

"How do you feel about like permanent marks?" He wasn't sure why he was asking, but instead of just cutting into your skin, he registered the slippery slope he was on.

"Fine." You shrugged. You wanted him to do anything he wanted to do to you; you had a feeling it was exactly what you wanted.

"Okay." He let out a breath and pulled an object out of his pocket. Your eyes widened, yearning at seeing the sharp silver blade in his hand. You didn't want to make him think you feared his proposed situation, so you blinked and nodded. You visibly saw his pants move at your consent to such a daring activity. "Fuck." He whispered. You leaned back on the bed to show your submission, something you were used to doing. He came walking over to you with a wicked grin on his face. Your fear matched your excitement. "Scoot back." He said at the edge of the bed. You shimmied back further. Your heart was pounding, and you were unsure of what he was planning. The way he wrapped the belt around your neck and squeezed without permission was the darkest, hottest thing anyone has ever done with your body. This time, he had permission; you gave it to him. He put the knife in between his lips as he crawled up your body. Once straddling you, he smacked you across the face. You bit your lips, trying not to smile. He took the knife out of his mouth. "Don't move." His voice was suddenly cold.

You were starting to feel yourself pulse. You stayed still to allow him the access he wanted. He trailed the knife over your silk fabric until it was on your chest. He put the knife back in his mouth. "Is something -" He used both his hands to grab your clothing and rip it straight down the middle, exposing your chest. You jumped at the sudden movement.

He slapped you hard. He replaced the knife in his fingers. "I said don't fucking move." With the knife, he lightly sliced across your chest. His cock throbbed, seeing the blood spill out. You weren't sure if he wanted you quiet or loud, so you winced, trying to hold in the painful noises you desperately wanted to make. "Ugh." He moaned. He gripped the knife tighter in his fist, looking like he wanted just to stab you in the chest and see your blood spurt out like a fountain.

"More." You moaned on accident. His gaze moved to your eyes in utter shock. You didn't know what to say about your outburst. He took the knife and made another incision. This one is deeper and more painful than the last. He made sure to drag it slowly so you felt every single serrated tip tearing apart your flesh. "Oh my fucking god."

"Yes." His head fell back in satisfaction. You weren't scared; you were turned on. Once you felt the pain settle into a sting, you moaned more. The blood tickled your sides as it trickled down onto your white sheets. He set the knife on the bed and shimmied his pants down, letting his dick spring out. You watched as he used your blood as a lubricant to stroke himself. With his erection stained pink, he moved his legs to open yours, allowing him the room he needed to put himself inside you. He glided in with ease. Again, he noticed how wet you were. It was making his head foggy. As he started moving in and out of you, he dipped his head low to lick a strip of red into his mouth. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

Every move he made was the most erotic action you had ever seen. He grabbed the knife and made another cut across your chest. You felt him get harder inside you. As you arched your back, you felt the blood shift in its direction of flow. "Lick it." He held the knife near your lips. You hesitantly poked your tongue out. You actually feared him cutting your tongue. He moved the blade down your tastebuds. With your own blood on your lips, he felt himself unable to hold back now. His hips picked up their pace, slamming into you. He did something he had never done before. He bent down and kissed your red-tainted lips. He had never kissed anyone before. He smashed his mouth against your groaning, getting to taste more of your iron. You molded into the kiss following his lead. He used one hand to grab your breast and squeeze. More blood came running out, and the white cells were disrupted by his fingers tracing over the open wounds.

"Fuck me." You cried out. The only thing you needed now was for him to finish you. The pain was euphoric, making you dizzy. He placed his bloody hand on your neck and started riding you like a sex doll. He wasn't squeezing you unconscious this time, but you didn't mind. He looked up into your eyes from watching the blood move around your body. It wasn't until you smiled at him that he knew what kind of person you were. He had finally pieced it together. Your job, your wetness, your excitement for him. You licked the satin red ichor off your lips while he ravaged your pussy. His lust consumed him, but he needed that final thing to push him to his orgasm. He used his free hand to grab the knife one more time. As soon as he held it and saw the fear in your eyes from uncertainty, he felt a little familiar twitch. He took the knife and gave you one more long, drawn-out cut right on your breast near your nipple. This, being a very sensitive spot, hurt the worst. You started to tear up in your eyes.

"Going to fucking cry, baby?" He mocked you. And with that, you came. Your muscles contract on his cock and flood him with lightly pink juices. He liked seeing you cry. The pain bringing tears to your eyes made him ready to cum. He quickly pulled out and aimed for your bloody chest. His cum layered on top of the dark red streaks, making it a shiny, sticky pink. As soon as he was done, he put his clothes back on and started to walk out of the bedroom.

"Wait." You almost whispered, nervous. He stopped walking but didn't look at you. "What is your name?" You had to know. You were dying to know more about him.

"Matt." He said, walking out and closing your bedroom door.

#sadistic!matt ⚠︎#masochistic!reader ⚠︎#sadistic!matt x masochistic!reader ⚠︎#the dark sturniolo tumblr ⚠︎

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jaune-submissive-and-breedable · 10 months ago

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Glynda teaches a secret class about pegging. She's using Jaune for a live demonstration.

Goodwitch grunted softly as she pushed the tip of the purple dildo against the puckering asshole of her demonstration assistant, Jaune Arc. The boy in question was strapped tight to a desk in the center of the classroom, naked as a newborn exposing his entire body for all to see. Mainly his fully erect 9in cock. His vision and vocal capabilities were impaired by the blindfold and gag he was made to wear.

"As you can see class, it is important that you're using a toy that fits inside, and causes very minimal pain for your partner" Goodwitch said.

"Umm, Miss Goodwitch....Isn't that toy a bit too big for him?" One Ruby Rose questioned, concern for her male friend spread across her face.

Goodwitch smirked, a hand wrapping around the massive 10in dildo, and the other on Jaune's chest.

"Ms. Rose, I can assure you"

Center the toy against his hole once more, she gave one firm push sending the toy inside the Arc in one fell swoop. His cock pulsed twice before launching large ropes of pearl-white cum onto his own body.

"Did he just.?!"

"He did! Holy Shit, He Did!"

"Do you see that bulge?! How is he taking that?!"

Goodwitch chuckled at their reactions, scooping up some of his discharge with two fingers and tasting it, "Not all males will ejaculate from insertion, but as you can see, Mr. Arc is quite special~"

She slowly starts thrusting her hips, her movements precise and delicate. The purple toy found some resistance from Jaune's tight hole as she pulled out, his anus greedily sucking it back in causing Goodwitch to smile as her detention with him clearly paid off. His moans were perfect, his demeanor wonderfully submissive, and eager to please.

"After insertion, you don't want to immediately start thrusting like an ape. You need to work into it slowly and get them acclimated to the new sensation. Taking time to explore their body and find their weak points."

Upon hearing a sharp moan from Jaune after her last thrust, Goodwitch began increasing the speed and power behind her movements. One hand planted on his chest, the other wrapping around his cock, her iron-like grip causing another moan from the blond.

"Once you find their "sweet spot", target there for the most optimal results~." She started stroking his sensitive cock, getting more moans from the boy. "I personally recommend stimulating other body parts for more lovely sounds~"

She grunted as she pumped her hips into Jaune's, slowly increasing her speed and power behind each thrust. Her movements slowly got more erratic and feral, her strapon pushing further and further til their skin collided causing loud claps to echo throughout the classroom. She hand-pumped his cock hard making him moan in a combination of pain and pleasure, promptly ignored by his teacher. The woman continued her demonstration unaware that her students no longer paying attention and took to pleasing themself at the degradation of their friend/leader/crush, and quite frankly not caring if they did.

"Take you slut" She hissed, her breathing rigid and erratic from consecutively impaling herself in her student. Only a loud cry from the audience brought her back to her senses. Quickly composed herself and removed her strapon from Jaune's ass, much to his dismay.

"Ahem, And that's the basics on pegging. Now, will each of you come down, single fill, I'll rate your form and technique."

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Sorry for the ending. I'll admit that was weak

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby smut #glynda goodwitch #jaune arc x glynda goodwitch #rwby spellcasterknight

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goldammerchen · 3 months ago

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i should write the fucking last chapter of thanatos but i have been distracted by different ideas and the prequel and sequel of thanatos sdfgysdf.

new prequel thoughts, after feliks left his boyfriends for now:

first or second spring (or the very end of winter instead) of tolys and gil together, bc what else can they do. they have shared a few intimate moments at this point, but not much (still sad about feliks and ptsd -of course not referred like that-; enemies to lovers still scared of each other plus shaken from the wars -and traumatic harsh first clutch- in itself).

anyway. gil starts acting a bit different (hungrier and thirstier), and look different, but tolys tries to ignore this, until gil confesses that he's sure he's going to laid an egg.

tolys, freaking out: we only kissed!!! gil: an infertile egg, idiot! (...). what else could this be? (puts a hand on his swollen lower belly) tolys: ...you could just have been bloated... (gets slapped behind his nape) you brute...! are you sure is infertile? gil: hm. i suppose there is a small chance it could be a copy of myself. unlikely, i'm not the last harpy. we still should...

talks about checking the future egg with a candle to see if it is veiny inside, meanwhile tolys is internally freaking out a bit again. he is not ready to be a dad, or maybe is he?

gil suppresses his instinct of making a nest, it’s not worth it, but they stop traveling for now (when traveling tolys usually runs or walks as a wolf, while gil flies above). when is time to lay the egg, gil squats, and keeps the loincloth down, embarrassed. tolys holds his hand standing next to him as gil pushes, groaning [if ever written this needs to be hotter]. for gil, this doesn’t take to long compared to before, while tolys feels this takes longer. at the end the egg kinda bounces a little, another thing that freaks out tolys; what if it is alive?! doesn’t help that gil immediately starts talking about eating it (nothing to waste).

also, tolys got hard, or at least was, still having shallow breathing. gil wants to see this, while still squatting; tolys accepts after a bit, not like he can hide his arousal. gil is a bird, so it’s his turn to be scared about something new: flinches when the cock throbs, and will flinch again when seeing the ejaculation, even if warned about it, but before that makes a horny/hungry question: ‘is it really full of blood?’, biting his lower lips and everything—almost kills tolys’ erection, taking steps back while imagining gilbert biting his dick clean off.

they def going to keep experimenting with each other, after or in between the next day and the next next day egg. (tolys: more eggs?!)

[delete paragraph, more world building lore, and related au of au]

more thoughts: tolys and gil staying near the girls (still seeing each other ofc this is a poly mess). gil using a(n insane) strap-on for erzsi but another (more normal) one for tolys isn’t bad, first time thinking that tbh (also another for nat, but i thought then mostly doing anything but penetration). tolys and nat action too, also thinking they should fuck each other instead of just piv, and erzsi and nat (and iryna), erzsi also using straps on her human half.

#OVI #NSFT TXT #lietpru #pruliet #harpy!prussia #werewolf!lithuania #myth au fic #fic wips #outlines/drafts 🪶#sr. tnddr

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eldritch-spouse · 3 years ago

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If the facility got their hands on Breg, would they leave reader alive to use them to better control him? Like he's not doing what they want, ofc they can force him but wouldn't it be easier to just say like "if you do this we'll let u have this amount of time with the human you like"

TW: Noncon, abuse, violence.

I like to imagine a very cynical scenario where you're also abducted with Breg. Normally, this would not be the case, as you would need to be dispatched of immediately, as well as most others who had contact with the breeder. But, maybe, there's a tiny chance you could live and be used in their work.

Threatening you is a normal occurrence. They can simply start beating you whenever 197 refuses to comply. Or they can hit where it hurts and imply they'll let other breeders have their way with you. The facility has no mercy and will humiliate the two of you as much as necessary to ensure profit.

The rewards are more like punishments than anything. You get to be a more direct part of his routine, get thrown into the cell when he's strapped to machines, being forced to ejaculate over and over, sweaty, swollen, disgusting, crying in humiliation that you have to see him like this even as you try to comfort him with tears in your eyes.

You'll get tossed into the breeder's arms when he's in one of his foced, much more violent heats. Bruised, limbs twisted, fucked to near fatal exhaustion by a monster that hardly knows what he's even doing until you're screaming for a god that will never listen.

You'll get to be the person that picks him up off the floor when he's thrown into the cell bleeding and broken. Seeing him turn into a shell of a person, clutching you so hard that his claws sink into the skin of your arms like butter and he tries to block out the glimpses of what's been done to him. What he was forced to do.

This is Breg's special Hell. It literally could not be any worse.

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yee-fxcking-haw · 5 years ago

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•Porcelain Obsession•

Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.

A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbubhQN/

Word Count: 4,184

Part Two: Love Me Tender

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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.

Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.

An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.

He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.

As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.

That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.

During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.

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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.

You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.

Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.

The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.

Then the bell above the door jingles.

You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.

“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.

“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.

You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.

Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.

You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.

There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.

“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.

I will have her, and she’ll have me.

“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.

It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.

You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.

“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”

God, you’re so sweet.

“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.

“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.

How perfect you are, already asking for permission…

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.

“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.

“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.

“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,

He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.

You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.

Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.

“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.

“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.

“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.

I know you’re just across the street.

He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”

“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.

“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.

If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…

“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.

“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.

You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.

“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.

A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.

You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.

“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.

When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.

You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.

After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.

The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.

While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.

You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.

"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.

"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.

“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.

He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.

You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.

Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.

He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.

He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.

It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.

His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.

He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.

They’re not clean.

He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.

God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.

The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.

“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.

“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.

“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.

“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.

As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.

He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.

When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.

He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.

You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.

You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.

Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.

He should be safe.

Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.

She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.

You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.

You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.

You little fucking tease.

You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.

Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.

He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.

His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.

His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.

He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.

His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.

“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.

Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.

Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.

“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.

He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.

His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.

He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.

It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.

Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.

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