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lune-hime · 4 years ago

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Mosquito Huntress (Chocobros x f!Reader

I hate mosquitos, you hate mosquitos, we all hate mosquitos. This drabble is dedicated to the hundreds of mosquitos that died on my Korean dorm room wall at the hand of my left Adidas sandal :3.

Noct’s was inspired by true events.

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↞Noctis↠

It was the most horrendous sound. A sickeningly high pitched buzzing that vibrated among your ears at a rapid frequency. It pierced the veil of your dream and forcefully drop kicked you back into the waking world with a start. Just as you regained consciousness an electric clap in the darkness caused you to jolt, almost kicking the sleeping bag off your form. A shadow blocked out the dim moonlight that filtered through the ceiling of the tent.

Noctis’ eyes glowed like sapphires and shown with such an iridescence that meant he had just conjured up magic. Indeed, the clasped hands that were held a few inches above your head emitted a faint blue hue.

“Noct, what are you doing?” You drawled, the close proximity of the light within his palms to your face caused your eyes to squint in irritation.

“I got it.” He whispered victoriously, blinking a couple times in anticipation of your reaction.

“Got what?” You asked just as a large yawn engulfed you.

“The mosquito.” He grinned, shuffling to the door to the tent. He unzipped the zipper just enough for him to wiggle his hand outside, discarding the evil bug. Before you could speak up, Gladiolus’ violent snore ripped through the silence of the night from the far side of the tent. Prompto sleep-kicked the man in the stomach, offering a brief moment of tranquility before the disturbance would inevitably make a comeback.

“Did it die a painful death?” Your voice was devoid of sympathy and the seriousness on your face made Noctis chuckle as he sat cross legged next to you.

“I zapped it before it could land on your face. It died a quick death, sadly.” He stated in a hushed tone, gently brushing flyaway hairs from your forehead.

“What a shame. Still, well done.” You praised, reaching up to give his cheek a few lazy pats. He leaned into your touch, so much so that your drowsy limb flopped down onto the ground.

“What were you dreaming about?” He inquired softly. He was uncharacteristically chatty at this time of night for a boy who needed at least two naps daily.

“I was being serenaded by a beautiful man.” You grumbled. You were still peeved you were abruptly whisked away from the gentle, moonlit guitar strums and the man’s ethereal voice.

“As beautiful as in real life?” Noctis mused his lips curling into a smug smile. Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

“The man from my dream is real?” Your fatigued features contorted as your half asleep brain actually contemplated being able to manifest dreams into reality.

Noctis scooted so close to you that his leg was bushing against your side. He leaned down and stopped when his face was centimeters from your own, whips of his hair feathering your cheeks.

“He’s right here.” Noct stated lowly, his tone as smooth as the sea that resided within his eyes. Their serene waves were beginning to lull you to sleep.

“No he's not. Ignis is on the other side of the tent.” You replied cheekily, now unable to keep your eyelids from falling. Before Noctis could respond you tugged on the fabric of his tee shirt and dragged him back down into the sleeping bag. You may have been exhausted but you always had enough energy to tease your prince.

↞Prompto↠

It was hot. Painfully hot. The kind of hot that once the humid air left a wet kiss on your exposed skin it clung to your form and every surface in the sun-exposed living room. The heat was slowly sizzling you alive and you were beginning to feel like a shrimp in a hot pot. A blonde shrimp was nestled atop of you, pressing your clammy body further into the plush sofa. His gentle puffs of steamy breath seared your neck and his limbs encircled you, involuntarily incubating you. The electric chattering of the fan and the low hum of the unattended television masked the otherwise curdled silence of the room.

Slowly rising from your slumber just as the sun was rising in the morning sky, you became fully aware of just how sweltering you were. And no matter how much you loved cuddling with your sunshine, he needed to get off of you otherwise you would dissolve into a pool of sweat. Wiggling around under him, you groaned when he clasped onto you tighter, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. You gave an exasperated sigh and now felt even stickier than before. You began to push him off once more, this time a bit more forcefully, when you saw it. The unwanted visitor stood out against the pale skin of his back like Gladiolus at your high school dances.

So you did the only thing you could do to ensure it wouldn’t escape. You smacked his back. Hard . The clap of skin on skin resounded through the apartment and caused a few pigeons to anxiously fly off their perch outside of the windowsill. The rapid flapping of wings was immediately followed by Prompto’s squirrel like squeak.

“WHAT’S WRONG?” His voice ascended to octaves that seemed impossible to reach. He was now very awake, disoriented, and in pain. He shot up to straddle you, sinking back onto your hips and reaching up to clutch the point of impact. There was a deep red mark already blossoming on his shoulder blade. Your eyes held pity until you saw the tiny daemon dust the skin of his upper arm.

“PROMPTO ITS ON YOUR ARM!” Your manic tone only skyrocketed Prompto’s anxiety. He recoiled when you leaned over to deliver another powerful hit. The poor boy was trying to grasp if he was still asleep and experiencing a nightmare.

“WHAT ARE WE AFRAID OF AND WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO HIT ME?” He exclaimed on the verge of tears.

“MOSQUITO!” You rapidly pointed to just below the sleeve of his tank top, the dark spot illuminated by the warm bands of sunlight. Prompto let out a sound resembling a duck being squeezed.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME SOONER?” His limbs were in a jelly-like frenzy as they slapped every exposed surface on his body. In the fray, it had strategically darted away from the hurricane of body parts but made its appearance once again when the storm had calmed.

“IT’S ON YOU NOW!” Prompto wailed, causing your eyes to grow wide.

“WELL THEN GET IT OFF ITS GOING TO SUCK MY BLOOD!”

“I DON'T WANT TO HIT YOU.” He whined, shifting apprehensively in his seat. He brought his hand inches from where the mosquito rested on your clavicle but hesitated before the glistening skin.

“I HIT YOU BEFORE ITS OKAY, IT EVENS OUT!” You encouraged, scooching closer to him so your knees touched. You craned your neck to give him a larger area to work with.

Reluctantly, Prompto’s palm came into contact with your collarbone a little too gently. You shot him an amused smirk.

“That was weak.” You said. He rolled his eye and when he removed his hand, the mosquito had been vanquished. You both exhaled a steamy sigh of relief.

Suddenly there was a brisk knocking at your door. After exchanging wide eyes, Prompto padded to the entryway. Before opening it, he discarded the carcass into the trash bin and gave his hands a few thorough wipes against his sweatpants.

A very tiny, unamused woman was standing in the hall. A lit cigarette hung lax from her right hand while the other rested on her hip. He blinked a couple times, unsure of what to say.

“Do I need to call the police or is yelling ‘It’s okay, hit me’ a kink of yall’s?” She said as more of a statement than a question, her voice gravelly. When she exhaled, a large puff of smoke blew into Prompto’s now reddened face. He tried to dodge it unsuccessfully and coughed before explaining.

“Uh, no, to both. We’re fine. We were just-” Prompto started, struggling to battle the creeping mortification brought on by the woman’s assumption. She abruptly held up her hand, cigarette dangerously close to Prompto’s mussed bangs, and turned to walk back to her apartment.

“I don’t need a detailed description of what you like to do in bed. Just keep it down.” She imparted, her voice cracking like and unpaved road, leaving Prompto a sputtering mess.

A week later, the whole floor of the apartment complex was convinced you and Prompto had an affinity for bug and bug killer role play. It would take you several months to live this down.

↞Ignis↠

“Darling come to bed.” Ignis’ command was more of a sweet invite than an instruction as he was far too drained for anything else. It had been a longer day than usual at the Citadel and all poor Ignis wanted to do was feel the sweet embrace of sleep.

“No.” You retorted stubbornly, not wavering from your defensive post next to the bookshelf. There was no way you would be able to go to bed with that thing watching you, waiting until the vulnerability of sleep overtook you so it could feast upon your blood.

“Please.” He pleaded, his level tone turning into a slight whine by the end. This was the seventeenth time he had asked you. Yes, Ignis was keeping count.

“No, not until it tastes my blade.” You spat, eyes narrowing as you tried to focus in on the tiny intruder’s location.

“You are unarmed my dear.” Ignis’ lips curled into a smile. He discarded his book on his lap and resigned to watching your antics. If he couldn’t stop you, he might as well enjoy the scene before him.

“My hands are my blade.” Your statement was quickly drowned out by a yelp as the mosquito fluttered off the wall. Your body contorted in ways Ignis never knew it could to avoid any possible contact with the creature as it floated a little too close for your liking.

Ignis snorted at your response, lightly biting his bottom lip to swallow a chuckle. You looked more focused on killing this spec of dust than you did hunting a coeurl. No matter how silly the situation was, the glint of determination in your eye and over exaggerated reactions had Ignis regarding you with adoration. He adjusted his position against the headboard, satin sheets pooling softly downward to reveal his bare chest. His hair was still damp and mussed from his shower and thin frames laid low on the bridge of his nose. If you weren’t so preoccupied by the mosquito you surely would have been more than distracted by his appearance.

You circled the room and randomly hit any surface that harbored any substance that vaguely resembled a mosquito. When you accidentally slapped your thigh instead of the side of the wardrobe Ingis’ melodic laugh broke the tense air. You shot him a glare that could melt ice and stuck out your tongue.

Just as he was going to coerce with you once again, the small creature buzzed just under the rim of his glasses. He silently followed the bug with his eyes until it landed on the nightstand next to the bed.

“It’s over here.” Ignis gave you the tip, gesturing to the tiny dot resting on the mahogany.

“Smack it!” You screeched, excitement flooding your veins at the proposition of a peaceful night’s sleep.

“No.” Ignis said smoothly. He was always one to push your buttons. Even though he could end this ridiculous hunt with a single swipe of his palm, he felt teasing was a much more entertaining option. You gasped at his betrayal.

“You’re the one who wants it dead, not me.” Ignis responded innocently, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Come on, the minute its dead I’ll come to bed.” You pouted, attempting to bribe him with cuteness. Ignis shook his head and pursed his lips. It took everything in him not to start laughing again.

“But I’m so comfortable.” He dragged out each syllable, flopping down and spreading out so he took up the entire surface of the bed. His eyes resembled the greenery of rolling hills against the horizon as they regarded you from under his eyelashes. They almost made you forget about the task at hand. Letting out an annoyed whine, you turned your attention once again to your prey.

You thanked your crownsguard training for the lightness of your feet as they padded silently against the wood floorboards until you were within smacking distance. The moment your hand met the nightstand with a satisfying crack, a triumphant smile spread across your face. There was no way it could have survived that hit.

“I take that as a fresh kill?” Ignis questioned and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Yes, add another to my kill count.” You turned towards him, still beaming, and held up your palm to show him the bounty of your hunt. You playfully shoved your hand near his face, giggling when he struggled to push you away. He laughed, grimacing when it got a little too close to his cheek.

“Lovely, darling. Now go wash your hand and let's go to bed.”

↞Gladiolus↠

The air conditioning revved to life with three crisp clicks once your sweaty fingers tiredly turned the dial to the max setting. Your corner of the vast training room was now gradually flooding with a frosty breeze that prickled your clammy skin with delightful icicles. A satisfied sigh left your parted lips, thankful to be relieved from the stickiness of hand to hand combat. Your butt was practically glued to the bench as you let the polar vortex cool you down. The grunts of other training Crownsguard members and the slams of bodies hitting the padded mats were muffled by the pulsing in your ears as you gingerly patted the sweat from your neck and face with a towel. A few paces from you Prompto laid sprawled out on the floor, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“Don’t get moody, Prompto. She manages to overpower me half the time too.” Gladiolus nudged the deflated blonde with the toe of his boot and flashed you a cheeky grin.

“I know, I know. But the only one I’m ever able to take down besides the new trainees is Noct.” Prompto sighed dramatically.

“Well, that’s not a challenge at all.” Gladiolus snorted and passed you a water bottle, the condensation feeling lovely against your clammy palms.

“He might be easy, but he cheats by warping.” You added, rising from your seat to stand directly in front of the air con. The rush of cool wind felt heavenly on your back.

“Exactly.” There was no emotion in Prompto’s voice. He turned his head agonizingly slowly to look at you, gaze empty. You choked on your mouthful of water at his melodrama.

After taking a few generous swigs from his own water bottle, Gladiolus sauntered over towards you. Rather than standing next to you, like you expected, he grabbed your arms and moved to stand behind you. The action stole the euphoria of the synthetic wind and you whined in protest. He stretched his arms out on your shoulders and rested his chin atop your head.

“Well lately the only one who’s been kicking my ass is Iris. Besides the Marshall, of course.” You coughed as you wiped the droplets of water from your chin with the back of your hand. A giggle bubbled from your chest when you felt Gladiolus tense.

“Oh yeah, she’s getting good. It took her even less time to take the big guy down last week.” Prompto chuckled, vitality slowly flooding back into his system. Gladiolus visibly shuddered and released you from his hold to walk back over to the mat.

“She’s getting too good.” He mumbled as he rolled his shoulders.

“You wanna fight her next time instead of me, Prom?” You suggested jokingly. Gladiolus snickered, making Prompto faintly kick in Gladio’s general direction.

“No thank you. I’ll stick to the 15 year olds and Noctis.” He huffed as he pulled himself off the ground. His movements were like a piece of tape being tugged off of the floor painstakingly slowly. Once Prompto had vacated the training space, Gladiolus threw you a playful grin. He got into a fighting stance, his knees bent and arms angled for combat.

“Ready for our spar, baby?”

"Wait." You stated, attention on the corner of the air conditioner. Gladiolus squinted in the direction of your gaze.

"I will NOT train with this uninvited guest watching me." You declared, slowly rounding the corner of the machine. Prompto let out a quiet huh while Gladiolus shook his head.

“She really hates mosquitoes, doesn’t she?” Prompto asked rhetorically, fanning the sweat from his face with his hands. Gladiolus smiled fondly when you untied your shoe and attempted to use it as a killing device.

"Mhm. Honestly, I think her determination is pretty adorable." Gladiolus responded, not taking his eyes off you.

"Gladdy-" You whined when your target flew too high for your hands to reach. “I need your help.”

You beckoned him over with haste and he padded over with an amused glint in his eyes.

"Give me a boost, it's too high for me to reach." You tapped his shoulders and gestured for him to get down.

“What do I get in return?” He asked rather innocently. Your eyebrows shot up, expecting something more suggestive.

“I’ll treat you and Prompto to ramen when we’re done here.” You proposed, holding the shoe at eye level.

“Hell yeah!” Prompto cheered from the towel rack.

“Done.” Gladio hummed in excitement and knelt down so you could climb onto his shoulders. Gladio maneuvered you as close to the metal box as he could without ramming your knees into the side. You smacked the top hard with the sole of your shoe and turned it over for inspection.

“Hah! Die, bitch.” You roared happily, pressing a triumphant kiss to the top of his head. He squeezed your thighs in return and lowered you to the ground.

“My little mosquito hunter.” He cooed, smushing your cheeks together. “Now come on, let’s get this spar over with so I can get some free ramen.”

"Fine, but if I win Prompto has to fight Iris next week." You smirked.

“Sounds like a deal.” He agreed, winking at you as he got into position.

“This isn’t consensual!” Prompto’s protests were quickly forgotten in the throws of combat.

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trashytummiez · 4 years ago

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Idia ate way too much and has a tummyache that Yuu needs to settle by coaxing out some really big burps from the shy boi which Yuu swoons over.

"Unnnngh Yuuuuu..." Idia whined from atop his bed. He was laying down on his side with his arms wrapped protectively around his tummy with tears welling up from his eyes. "Why does my tummy feel like it's gonna explode...??"

Yuu smiled sympathetically and crawled in bed behind the whimpering boy. It was a wonder his fiery blue hair didn't burn her chest or the bed. Instead it felt like a comforting warmth like a space heater not real flames. Her hands wrapped around Idia's waist and rested squarely against his tummy. Even behind his oversized blue hoodie it felt so big and bloated which caused her cheeks to darken. "Feels like you stress-ate too much again. Any projects coming up?"

"...P-Presentation...a-and Ortho isn't gonna be available..." Idia whimpered and trembled a little both from having Yuu's hands planted against his immensely bloated tummy and the reminder that he was gonna be flying solo and have to speak in front of the whole class.

"No wonder," Yuu replied. "Poor guy..."

"...J-Just the thought of all those eyes staring up at me and judging me...th-thinking I'm some weirdo loser who d-doesn't belong there..." Idia's body tensed up and more tears welled from the corners of his eyes from anxiety-induced fears.

"Shhhh it's okay babe. It's okay," Yuu assured her cripplingly anxious boyfriend. She pulled him a little closer and rubbed circles into the middle of Idia's stretched out tummy to help him calm down.

She wrapped her fingers around the bottom of Idia's hoodie and pulled it up high exposing the whole of his bloated pale tummy in all its smooth bare expanse. Yuu's hands grabbed at Idia's stretched out stomach where she began to firmly tenderly rub it using both hands. Idia whimpered but clutched at his sheets a little with a soft huff not yet used to physical contact but growing to really like it especially whenever Yuu rubbed his belly. His tummy rub was starting to have the desired relaxing impact Yuu wanted it to have on him.

"Tell you what Idia. If Ortho can't be there for support how about I see if your professor will let me stick around for your presentation? Ace and I aren't in class that time anyway. We usually just hang out until our next period so I could skip out a little to be there and give you that boost you need."

Idia's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-You'd d-do that for me...?"

Yuu giggled and teasingly slapped Idia's belly which made the boy hiccup loudly and blush.

"Of course I would silly. Why wouldn't I be there to support someone I care so much about?"

Idia's lips trembled. He wasn't used to anyone showing so much genuine care and kindness towards him besides Ortho. To know that someone cared so much about him was almost enough to make Idia cry.

"...Th-Thank you..." Idia muttered softly and thankfully.

Yuu smiled and continued lovingly rubbing all over Idia's rounded tummy.

He loved the feeling but he knew he had to find some way to show Yuu how grateful he was to her. Some token or act of kindness he could repay her for so it didn't just feel like she was the one who always had to be there for him. But his thoughts were interrupted when his tummy uttered a large and unpleasant gurgle.

"...Unnngh...ohhh my tummy..." Idia muttered embarrassed that his stomach was still griefing him.

Yuu didn't mind. Any excuse to keep her hands all over his belly was all she needed.

Her delicate fingers stroked the sides of his glutted tummy gently running up to the peak of his stomach and down to his undersides where she would grip the bottom of Idia's bulging belly and give it a gentle jiggle. The way everything in his expanded stomach sloshed around made her swoon and got her to squeeze at Idia's underbelly. Idia blushed immensely when an audible moan exited his mouth almost involuntarily. He really wasn't used to expressing delight like that but he couldn't help it~nothing felt better to him than Yuu showing his overstuffed tummy some love.

Yuu gripped Idia's lower tummy which made him bite his lower lip with his fangs. "Your belly is so big," Yuu fawned adoringly whilst holding Idia's belly in her hands. "You really pack it away when you're nervous huh..." Yuu took note and gave Idia's soft rounded stomach a few teasing pats. Idia's round exposed belly jiggled from all of Yuu's pats and something inside bubbled heavily and noisily.

Idia hiccuped suddenly and covered his mouth with a blush. He hiccuped again but stifled it the second time because the hiccup morphed into a deep rumbling burp Idia muffled in his closed mouth. His cheeks went dark with embarrassment from the sound while Yuu's went dark for a different reason.

"...Lotta pressure in there huh," Yuu noted in a quiet but excited tone of voice. She held Idia's belly in her hands and felt it emit a gassy churn that made her shudder and made Idia cringe.

Yuu firmly rubbed Idia's bulging belly to circulate the gas brewing inside of him. It worked in that she felt his tummy gurgling more heavily. Idia whimpered before another closed-mouth burp rumbled loudly in his mildly puffed cheeks.

"Don't hold back babe," Yuu insisted in a tone that made her desires plain as day. Especially when she lightly slapped Idia's belly to make it jiggle and slosh.

Idia whimpered when he felt more gas rushing up his throat. He wasn't used to letting loose freely unless he was gaming with his clan mates. But he was aware of his girlfriends fetishes and had to admit that he was increasingly fond of having her hands all over his belly like that. So when the gas reached his mouth he indulged her by letting his jaws part with a loud and brassy burp that rumbled hard enough to make some drool dribble out of Idia's mouth.

BBBRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!!

Idia blushed and covered his mouth with a deep blush and an adorably timid "excuse me...!" But Yuu shuddered so intensely that it made Idia's bloated tummy jiggle just slightly from the vibration of her own pleased spasm.

She pushed her thumb into the side of Idia's round tummy squishing into it so hard it sank a bit into his bloated flesh. Idia couldn't suppress the enormous burp that rumbled out of his mouth even if he tried. Which he did hence why his cheeks puffed out momentarily before his lips almost rippled open with the rushing gas.

Idia's cheeks were darker from embarrassment but he couldn't help moan a little.

"...Ohhh wow...that felt good..."

"Atta boy get it all out," Yuu insisted especially eagerly and gave Idia's tummy a couple of resounding pats. The way his belly jiggled with those pats was enough to make Yuu swoon right there but it also jiggled up some festering gas. Idia burped long and loud from the patting and uttered a cute little after burp when it finished.

Idia's moan of relief after was just too much for Yuu.

"Sit up," Yuu instructed with a voice that did little to mask how deeply turned on she was.

Idia heaved himself up with an audible groan. He felt so heavy that it actually took some effort to get up and the way his big stretched tummy swayed really emphasized how bloated he was. He sat on his knees and faced Yuu with his large round tummy spilling out and facing directly before Yuu.

She very eagerly grabs at its sides and kneads his large tummy eagerly but lovingly. Her hands rub it up and down and she leans down to plant a kiss at the high rounded crest of his stomach and another one directly above his cute belly button. Idia whimpered from the affection but actually smiled somewhat all the same.

Yuu began to really knead into his belly like it was a big ball of dough. She felt it churn and groan noisily in her hands and squeezed it while she kneaded. Idia turned his head and raised a fist in front of his mouth as a heavy burp rolled past his lips and left Idia huffing with an exhale relief.

"Ooooof..."

The look of relief on Idia's face and that verbalization drove Yuu crazy. And because Idia's tummy was hurting less with each bellowing eruption he didn't object either.

In fact he slumped back on the bed resting both hands against the mattress and sprawling his legs out to make his bloated tummy stick out even more for Yuu to rub knead and fondle. He huffed at the feeling of her kneading into his belly letting his tongue almost stick out.

She pushed her palms deep into the center of Idia's belly right into his belly button.

Idia threw his head back and burped so loudly and so hard that Yuu swore that his bed actually shook. Though it was probably just her was that shook.

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRHHHHOOOOOOOOORRRREEEEEEUUUUURRRRRRHHPPP!!!!!!!!!

Idia slumped back and moaned heavily in deep relief.

"Nnnnngh...wow did my tummy need that..." Idia groaned gently patting his belly with relief. "...I didn't even think I could burp that loudly before..."

His eyes met Yuu's and he could see how visibly aroused he was and giggled a little nervously.

"...Umm...d-d-did you like that...?" He asked in a genuinely adorable sort of way. Idia was incapable of properly teasing someone's kinks with any degree of confidence. But that one just desperately needed to come out.

That his girlfriend enjoyed it so much was just a very happy byproduct.

"...You're amazing," Yuu muttered leaning forward with her hands still on Idia's stuffed tummy and planting her lips onto his blue ones for a deep passionate kiss.

Idia's eyes went wide as tennis balls and his blue hair immediately brightened to a real fire color while his pale cheeks went strawberry red.

When she pulled away Yuu smiled and lightly stroked his tummy as Idia sat there and sputtered in a ridiculously yet adorably flustered way. But when she rubbed she kneaded some more into his tummy pushing into it with her fingers like she was checking to see if Idia had any more pressure to let out.

It wasn't a big one like that last breath-stopper was but Idia still had a pretty sizable pressure pocket roll up from his tummy and up his throat.

But this time the nervous boy in a spur of the moment decision leaned in close and burped right in Yuu's face.

UUUUUUUURRRREEEEEUUUUUUURRRRHP!!!!!

Yuu sat there looking absolutely stunned.

Idia shifted nervously and scratched the back of his head. "...T-Too much...?"

Apparently so because poor Idia suddenly yelped when Yuu yanked him close by the collar of his hoodie and passionately made out with the anxious boy right there.

This was such an odd relationship sometimes. Idia knew all about fetishes and what not but never realized he could indulge things like that for anyone else. And he wasn't sure whether that information should embolden him or scare the living daylights out of him.

But whichever one Idia fell under it was honestly worth it to make his girlfriend happy in any way he could.

If that meant being occasional kink fuel for his significant other then Idia was okay with that. Anything to be a good boyfriend to such a wonderful girlfriend.

#kink fic #idia x yuu #idia #belly kink #belly rub #burping #burp kink #kink teasing #fluff #i ship it #anxiety #cute

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ladyfogg · 4 years ago

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Fic Summary: Max is wound up. Between his company and investors hounding him left and right, he’s got no time for anything that isn’t work. Until you pay him a little visit to his office one day and remind him who’s really in charge.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: sub!Max Lord/dom!Female Reader

Warnings: Mild WW84 spoilers, sub/dom, oral, fingering, office sex, slight edging, praise kink, absolute filth. 18+.

A/N: Look, I have no reasoning for this fic other than pure fantasy. I loved the movie and so yeah, I had to write this because it wouldn’t get out of my head. So enjoy.

Max’s body was filled with tension. Things had been escalating but not the way he wanted and the stress of it was getting to him. He could sense it in every joint and muscle. His shoulders were drawn up so tight they practically touched his ears. Reminding himself to lower them, he flashed his dazzling smile as he entered Black Gold Cooperative with the confidence of a man who had everything he wanted.

“Hold my calls, Raquel. I am not to be disturbed!” he ordered to his lone receptionist who looked like she was about to tell him something he knew for a fact he didn’t want to hear. There was something big he needed to work on and he wanted a few precious moments to himself before the world hounded him further.

“Mr. Lord, your son—”

That stopped him in his tracks and he whipped his head around to look at her. “Alistair? What’s wrong? Is he hurt?”

“No. But it’s supposed to be your weekend with him and his mother called to say he won’t be coming.”

The storm of emotions in Max which were already swirling kicked up another notch. “Why not?”

Raquel gave a helpless shrug, her huge shoulder pads flopping from the movement. “I don’t know. She didn’t say.”

Anger mixed with relief as Max continued his trek up to his office. On one hand, who the hell did his ex-wife think she was keeping him from seeing his son? He had every right to see Alistair, especially on the weekends when he had custody. She and her damn boyfriend thought they’re so much better than him. They thought they could do anything they wanted.

On the other hand, not having Alistair meant his son couldn’t see how badly his father had fucked up. There was no money coming in. As many claims as he had, his business had yet to strike oil anywhere and it was becoming increasingly apparent that they wouldn’t anytime soon. With bills past due and investors banging on his door, he had to come up with a way to turn things around. Simon Stagg had begun hounding him with phone calls and Max could only dodge them for so long.

What he needed was time. Just a little more time. He was close though, so fucking close to making his and everyone else’s wishes come true.

The minute he walked into his office, he tugged on his tie and let his mask slip. Panic and anxiety were his constant state of mind nowadays. “Think, think, think,” he muttered to himself, leaning on the desk for support.

You watched him from the couch in his office, where you had been lounging for the better part of an hour. He hadn’t seen you when he walked in, which you knew meant he was far too preoccupied for his own well-being.

“Rough day?”

Max spun around at the sound of your voice, eyes filled with panic until he realized it was you. That tension in his body lessened, but only slightly. He said your name with a tightness to his voice, “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly announce myself to your receptionist, now could I?” you asked, examining your freshly painted nails. “That was the deal, wasn’t it? That I be decreet whenever I’m around.”

“My home, not my place of work,” Max said, crossing the room to close the doors to his office. “I never said you could come here.”

“What else am I supposed to do? You don’t call. You don’t write. I’m beginning to think you’re avoiding me.”

You’re teasing him of course. But only a little. In truth, you missed Max. Not that you would ever tell him so. The fact of the matter was, the two of you had an arrangement and it had been several weeks since he had reached out to you. Naturally, this concerned you, and since your day was fairly empty, you figured it was the perfect opportunity to visit your favorite client.

“I’m busy, you know,” he said hotly, his firm business-man mask back in place. “Running this company takes everything that I have and I don’t have time to waste. You have no idea what kind of pressure I’m under.”

In one fluid movement, you stood and made your way over to him. “Of course I do. That’s why you hired me in the first place, sugar. Because all the pressure was just too much. You needed some help. You needed a release. Isn’t that right?”

You could see it in his eyes. He needed you now more than ever but there was something holding him back. With your body being so close, however, his resolve slipped and that dazzling car salesman personality he carefully projected to everyone broke down for a tiny moment.

“I can’t pay,” he admitted in a low voice before swallowing thickly as you stepped further into his space.

You reached up to stroke his cheek, long nails gently grazing his skin. A shudder ran through him and your own excitement jumped at the reaction. “Oh, baby. I don’t do this for the money,” you whispered, your breath ghosting across his lips.

Without warning, you grabbed his chin and yanked him forward, your mouth outright touching his. And yet, you didn’t let him kiss you even though he leaned in for it, his body automatically seeking the release it knew only you could provide.

“I do this because you need me to. Isn’t that right, Maxwell?”

You were the only person allowed to use his full name and you only did so under very specific circumstances. That tension you noticed in his body all but melted away as he leaned against you, earnest in his physical need even though mentally he struggled.

He swallowed thickly, eyes not daring to leave yours. “I...uh…” He cleared his throat. “Wha-what, um...what can I give you in exchange?”

“Let’s just say that you’ll owe me one,” you said, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of you.

His eyes tracked every movement, following your hands as you reached up to undo the buttons of the large trench coat you wore. Slowly, you worked each button until you were able to open the coat. You let it hang from your shoulders, giving him an exceptional view. When he saw you were completely naked underneath, he whimpered, his hands reaching for you until he remembered his place and caught himself. You allowed the coat to fall to the ground, leaving you standing there in nothing but a pair of knee-high boots.

“Now, Maxwell,” you said in a low, firm voice. One you had used on him many times in the past. “Tell me what you want, what you wish?”

His answer was quick. “You. I want you.”

“Be specific. Come on, Maxwell. You know this game. You know the rules.” You sat on his desk, crossing your legs as you waited patiently for him to give in. “What. Do. You. Want?”

“To let go,” he said automatically. “To make you happy. Make you feel good.”

“And?”

“To submit.”

“Good boy.” You beckoned him forward with a crook of your finger. “Come here.”

As soon as he was close enough, you yanked him towards you by his tie, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding him flush against your body. The kiss was biting and harsh, more claiming than anything else. He moaned and opened his mouth, letting your tongue push past those lovely lips of his. One hand slid into his hair and yanked on the blond locks, while the other worked to undo his tie the rest of the way.

Kissing Max awakened something in you that you never felt with other clients. You couldn’t explain it, nor did you really want to. You were sure it meant there were deeper feelings there than you cared to admit. He wasn’t the only one who needed this, you needed it too.

You abruptly pushed him and he stumbled backwards, already panting. “You’re going to be a good boy, right?” you asked, sitting up on the desk so your back arched and your breasts presented themselves to him.

You watched his eyes go to them briefly and he let out a quiet whimper. “Yes. Yes, I’m going to be a good boy,” he said.

“Good. Sit in your chair.”

He moved quickly, coming around the other side of the desk to sit in the chair behind you. Once he was seated, you swung your body around, letting your legs fall open on either side of him. His pupils were already blown wide with desire and his heavy breathing increased the second he saw all of you, glistening and ready for more.

“You’re going to use that wonderful mouth of yours,” you instructed, throwing your leg over his shoulder to draw him closer. The wheels of the chair squeaked as he rolled forward. “And you’re not going to stop until I come. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“You like that idea, don’t you? You like the thought of eating me out on your desk until I come on your mouth.”

You leaned back on your hands, casually moving your other leg up to drape over his other shoulder. The action brought him closer and yet he had been a good boy and hadn’t touched you yet. Even though you knew he was dying to. You could see it written all over his face.

“Yes, yes, I do. Please. Can I? Let me make you feel good.”

“Always such pretty words, Maxwell.” You reached out to grab his hair again, yanking his head back so he was forced to look you in the eye and nowhere else. “Put your money where your mouth is, handsome. We’re going to be here a while.”

Then you shoved him between your legs.

The results were instant. Heat shot through your body like an unchecked wildfire the second his tongue connected with your aching folds. You felt his moan this time, the vibrations causing you to suck in a deep breath. Max wrapped his arms around your thighs, burying himself as far in as he could. His tongue was everywhere, lapping at your folds with rapid determination to taste as much of you as he could.

You were soaked in seconds, not just from his spit but from the way he tasted you. It was like he was starved for the taste and couldn’t get enough. There was one tiny problem though.

It had been way too long since your last session. He was rusty, out of practice. Not in his technique. No. That was always flawless and on point. His eagerness to be the best translated into a wonderfully intense oral experience unmatched by anyone else you had ever been with. But he was doing what he wanted to do, not what he knew you wanted.

Your hand still in his hair, you pulled him back just enough so his mouth left your slickness. “Maxwell, that’s not how I like it.”

“Sorry. I’m so sorry. I just…” He glanced back down at you and groaned. “You taste so good.”

“I know I do. And you know what I want. Are you going to give it to me?”

He nodded eagerly.

You let him go and this time when his mouth touched you, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned, throwing your head back as he greedily devoured you. Once he drew that first sound out of you, he did everything he could to make it happen again. He really did have an exquisite mouth. You couldn’t help admire it every time you watched him on those commercials. He wasn’t the only public figure on your client list but he was the one that occupied your thoughts more often than not. Knowing what it could do to you got you going more times than you could count.

Your body grew hotter, skin growing dewy with sweat as the seconds slowly ticked by. He was still fully clothed and you couldn’t wait to change that, to watch him strip out of that damn suit so you could get your hands on his markable skin.

Yeah, you were going to leave marks this time. Marks where no one else could see them. Marks only the two of you would know about so he could remember exactly who was in charge.

It took you a second to realize he was saying something.

“What was that, baby?” you cooed, stroking his hair as you began to roll your hips against his mouth.

He moaned before answering, losing himself in your movements. “Can-Can I use my fingers?” he asked. “Please, I just want to make you feel good.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you were panting too, wound up and ready for more. “And you asked so nicely. Go ahead.”

His fingers were thick and wonderful. Just one was enough to take your breath away as he pushed it into your heat, his mouth dropping back to your clit the second you gave him permission. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you fell onto your back, stretching your arms above your head to grasp the edge of the desk.

Max groaned into your flesh, adding a second digit almost instantly. You were so worked up and loose for him that it slid in without issue. Your body greedily clung to him, keeping him in place as your orgasm began to build.

“So good, you’re doing so good,” you praised, letting your eyes drift close to enjoy the pleasure.

Your thighs clung to him, keeping him exactly where you wanted him. Not that he planned to move anytime soon. He was a good boy and you could tell by the way his movements sped up that he was finally back in the right place, the right mindset. His thoughts were only focused on you and getting you off. You thought about rewarding him when you came.

It took time to built but once it did, there was no stopping the onslaught of pleasure. One moment you were shaking and rocking against his face, the next your orgasm was ripped from you by his sly tongue and thick fingers. You moaned loudly, body locked into place as the waves of pleasure consumed you. So rarely did you lose yourself during your sessions. But this time, you couldn’t help it. It had been too damn long.

He kept going, tasting and stroking until you reached out to stroke his hair. “You did good,” you told him, lowering your legs so they hung limply off the desk. “So, so good. You can rest.”

Max drew back in his chair, panting. When you pried your eyes open, you were greeted by the most delicious disheveled sight of him you had ever seen. His normally put together hair was wild from your hands, his face was red, and his mouth and chin were covered in your slick. His eyes were still glued to you, not daring or even wanting to look away.

You couldn’t help but think back to the first time you do had been together, how nervous and unsure he had been, not about the sex but about letting you have all the control. To see him so willing to give it to you only made you want him more.

Yeah, he deserved a treat.

You pushed yourself up to sit before sliding off the desk and onto his lap. He looked at you with wide, surprised eyes. You could tell he wanted to question the change but didn’t dare.

“You did so well, baby,” you said, wrapping one arm around his neck. With your thumb, you spread your slick across his lips and he obediently opens his mouth to suck the digit dry. “As a treat, I’m going to give you a little something special. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” He nodded excitedly, tentatively reaching up to stroke your thigh.

You let him, savoring the roughness of his hand through such a gentle action. He was gentler than you thought he would be, not that you minded. It was actually very refreshing. You never had to remind him to be careful because he always was with you. Unless you told him otherwise.

With a smirk, you slid off his lap and onto your knees, spinning the chair in the process to give yourself more space. You could see the understanding flicker in his eyes. His chest moved quicker with excitement and he sat up expectedly. Hurriedly, he yanked off his suspenders. He then seemed to realize his haste and froze, eyes wide with uncertainty and anxiety that he may have overstepped.

You tut disapprovingly and take his hands, slamming them onto the armrests. “Don’t touch or move unless I say, understood?”

He nodded rapidly, body relaxing again once he knew he wasn’t in trouble. “Yes. Yes, I understand.”

Like the good boy that he was, his hands gripped the armrests of the chair, stopping himself from acting out again. Instead, he was forced to just sit there and watch as you hooked your fingers into his waistband. You nodded your head for him to lift his hips which he did immediately so you can slide his pants down his hips. His cock sprang free, swollen red with arousal and need.

He was rock hard when you slipped your hand around him. Even still, his cock twitched under your touch and you swiped the bead of precum off the end with your thumb.

“What do you wish, Maxwell?” you asked, stroking him with lazy, languid strokes. “I’m down on my knees in front of you, ready to give you something special. What do you wish?”

“I want your mouth,” he said immediately. “That fucking sinful mouth around my cock.”

“Sinful?” You stroked him harder, earning another string of swears for your efforts. “You think my mouth is sinful?”

He nodded, his hair falling into his face as his tongue darted out to wet his own lips. “Yes. God yes. Please.”

“Since you’ve been such a good boy…”

With aching slowness, you took him into your mouth. He gripped the armrests tighter and you could feel the muscles in his thighs tense as he stopped himself from thrusting up into the warmth. There was too much of him to take it all but damn if you didn’t want to. He was so needy and eager to please you, you wanted to devour him whole. Wanted to claim all of him for yourself.

The thickness and hardness against your tongue made your loins throb.

Soon, you told yourself as you began to suck him off. Soon.

What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hand, falling into a steady but slow rhythm of bobbing your head up and down. Max was beside himself. He couldn’t help but shift and move in his seat, moaning each time the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. You glanced up at him and were rewarded by the wonderful sight of him with his head thrown back, top teeth digging into his lower lip as his body shook with the effort it took to contain himself.

Already you could feel him leaking into your mouth. When was the last time he came? Had he even taken care of himself over the last few weeks? You were starting to doubt that he had. That didn’t matter though. You were there now.

“You look so delicious like this, Maxwell,” you told him when you pulled your mouth off his cock. Still jerking him off, you dropped your mouth to his thigh, sucking and biting the flesh until there was a deep red mark left behind. “But, there’s a tiny rule I forgot to mention.”

You glanced up at him as his head fell forward to look down at you.

“You can’t come yet.”

After that, you lost yourself in the task of sucking him off, bringing him right to the edge before backing down. He was lost in the sensations, his knuckles so white on the armrests that you thought he might break them.

Despite your teasing, you weren’t cruel. There was a difference between pleasure and pain and you didn’t go down on him for long. After all, this was about you too and you wanted more than that. When you finally pulled off him, he was coated in your saliva and so hard that his face was pinched in pain.

“Please, please,” he babbled, finally losing himself and reaching for you. “I can’t hold back anymore. I need more. Please, I’ll be so good for you. You’ll see. I’ll make it worth your while. Let me touch you. Let me feel you.”

“Do you want to fuck me, Maxwell?” you purred, curling onto his lap again and allowing his arms to come around you. You slid your own around his neck. “Do you want to come?”

“Please, god, I need it.” When you got off his lap to stand, he whined and reached for you. “No, wait! Come back!”

“Don’t worry, Maxwell, I’m not going anywhere.” You hopped back onto his desk. “Strip and come here.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. His tie and shirt were yanked off and tossed somewhere to be forgotten. As he moved to stand, he kicked out of his shoes and pants, stumbling a little in the process. Once he was finally naked, however, you reached for him and drew him into a kiss.

He was too far gone to stop himself from touching you. One hand cupped your cheek while the other fell to your lower back, holding you in place so you couldn’t escape him again. You were gone too. Not so far that you didn’t remember the game anymore, but damn close. You let your hands roam his back, nails leaving angry red trails as you scraped them down his hot flesh.

His mouth was relentless against yours. He finally came back to himself when he grabbed your thighs and went to wrap them around his waist. It was only then that he paused and drew back, forehead resting against yours as he gasped for breath.

“Can I—?”

“Do it.”

He pushed into you with one fluid thrust that took your breath away. Despite the rush, he held himself there for a second. He always did. His eyes drifted close and there was a soft growl that came from the back of his throat, as he savored the feeling of your walls clenching around his length. After that, he took you hard and fast against the desk, so damn deep inside you that you couldn’t think straight. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the desk rocking against the floor. Items spilled from the surface left and right but neither of you paid them any attention.

“So good, Maxwell. So good. Such a good boy!” you panted, letting go of him to grip the edge of the desk.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “So hot and tight.”

Your body was literal flame. Honestly, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you self-combusted right then and there. It would be so fucking worth it too. No one filled you the way that Max did. No one brought out that feral side of you as much as him. You two were made for each other. Separate you were whole but together you became something else entirely. And you knew he felt it as much as you did. It didn’t matter how stressed he was, how far down the rabbit hole of anxiety he was, when you were there, he would lose it all and let go, let someone else take the reins for a brief moment in time.

You bit and scratched at him, leaving mark after mark and not caring where anymore. Let them see. Let everyone see. Let them know that you were the one to reduce the great Maxwell Lord to a shuddering, babbling mess.

“Fuck, oh shit,” he groaned, still pumping into you at a stunningly harsh and rapid pace. “So good to me. Always know when I need you. You can have anything you want. Anything at all. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“That’s it, baby, just let it go.” Your own voice cracked as your second orgasm built alarmingly fast. It was all too much. Too intense to hold back anymore. “Let it all go for me.”

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Max declared. “I’m sorry but I need to come. God, I need to come. Where…?”

You wrapped your arms around him again, biting at his neck. “Inside. Come inside.”

That was the last thing you remembered before he hit that wonderfully deep spot inside you and stars exploded before your eyes. You called his name when you came, locked tight around his body even as he kept pumping himself into you. Even then he stayed such a good boy, letting you come for a second time before he finally came himself.

He spilled everything inside of you, fucking his way through his own release even as you went limp in his arms. He kept moving, kept going even when he was spent. It was only when you stroked his hair and whispered, “Max?” that he slowed down and eventually stopped.

Holding each other tightly, you both tried to catch your breath while you came down from your ridiculous high. Eventually, you dropped your legs from his sweaty waist so he could slide out of you. Before you had a second to think, however, he had gathered you in his arms and carried you over to the couch. He laid you down first, staring at you with a small smile as you lay spread out underneath him.

“Feel better?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow.

His smile turned into a grin and he leaned down to kiss you. “Much.”

You laid that way for some time, his warm body and comfortable weight on top of you as you shared a series of slow kisses. It wasn’t until your breathing finally returned to normal that you broke away to stroke his cheek.

“Don’t wait so long again,” you told him, voice back to its normal register.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said. “Things are…” He stopped himself.

“I know.”

You kissed him again before he pulled away to lay his head on your chest. His hand came up, drawing lazy circles around your breast with no intention of going further, just touching you for the sake of touching you. He wasn't even close to being tense anymore. In fact, you didn't think you had ever seen him so relaxed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.

“I’m close to getting this all sorted out,” he said, voice tinged with a determination you had never heard before. “I found what I’m looking for. All I have to do is get it.”

“So what are you waiting for?”

He glanced up at you and you grinned, pulling him into another kiss. Dropping your voice into that tone, you leaned into his ear. “Take what you want, Maxwell.”

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Cat and Mouse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | more coming soon

Summary: You’re the daughter of an extremely well-known pastor. You’ve lived a quiet and sheltered life, that is until you meet and fall in lust with a gang leader they call the Grim Reaper.

Pairing: Gang Leader And Yandere!Taeyong X female reader (college student)

Genre: angst, SMUT, violence, if you squint there may be some fluff

Warnings: graphic and violent scenes described, mentions of religious practices (this in no way is meant to offend followers of Christianity), blood and death mention, gun and knife mention, profanity, toxic relationship, little alcohol use, drug addiction themes, stalking, manipulation, corruption kink, innocence kink, female masturbation, pet names, recording of sexual act, porn mention, oral sex (male and female), public sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 15.8K

(A/n: warning: Yandere Taeyong is extremely manipulative, he guilt trips and gaslights OC multiple times to get what he wants. This in no way represents the cute and kind Taeyong we really know. This gang leader is actually terrible lmao. TO the anon that requested this, THANK YOU for being so patient!! not my best,but I hope you like it!)

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It was just another Thursday night at home. Your parents left earlier that evening to go on a cruise to the Bahamas to celebrate their anniversary so you had the entire house to yourself.

Your father was a famous and wealthy pastor with money to afford an incredible mansion and luxury cars. Most people didn’t understand how someone that preached about humility and giving back to the less fortunate could live in a twenty bedroom house with a twelve car garage.

There was a certain irony behind it that pissed people off.

Taeyong was one of them. Taeyong and his gang had been watching the pastor, plotting for a robbery. He hated everything about religion and the fact that a man, such as your father, was capitalizing off of the hearts of devoted Christians irritated him. He wanted to take everything away from the pastor that lived in his community because he felt like he was the real criminal. Furthermore, your father never told you or your mother, but some of his wealth did come from his involvement in gangs and the drug trading that occurred in the community. He would use the churchgoers money to purchase large amounts of cocaine from other countries, then sell it on the black market at triple times the street rate. This was sold to business men that had money to spend and just needed their fix, regardless of the cost. The means at which they got their drugs was safer than getting it off the streets anyway. Your father funded the dark web website that almost functioned like the Amazon for drug trades, order today, get it tomorrow with “prime” shipping. Taeyong didn’t like that someone with a good reputation like your father had controlled such a large business. But he also didn’t like that his men were the ones that organized the deals on the website with little reward. They put their lives on the line to get it to these men, avoiding the police at all costs, but your father was behind on paying his workers by five months. Taeyong threatened him several times, but the pastor blocked his phone number and email. What he didn’t know was that Taeyong has access to all of his emails and text messages anyway, so he knew that your father would be gone on a twelve day cruise to the Bahamas. Taeyong took this as the perfect opportunity to drop by his house and well, “borrow” a few things. He knew that the pastor had a daughter, but what he didn’t know was that you’d be home from college for summer break. So there you are, flipping through channels, trying to find something to watch when you stumble across the late-night adult channels. Your thumb hovered over the “up” button as you watched a woman have sex with a man on a fluffy bed. Your eyes widened at how graphic it was. The blonde lady’s was making strange faces while the man held her legs and pushed into her.

You were a sheltered child, you didn’t even have your first kiss, so this was strange to you.

You had been taught the typical Christian rules of not having sex until marriage, but you wondered what it was like. You bit your lips and felt a certain warmth in between your legs that you couldn’t explain as you watched the TV.

You went to a Christian college, but many of the girls there had already lost their virginity and would talk about how they had sex with their boyfriends and touched themselves.

You didn’t even know what the girls at school meant when they talked about vibrators driving them crazy since their boyfriend couldn’t get them off. How could someone use a device to have sex when they were supposed to be in love with whoever touches that area? You’d think to yourself. But you were getting older and curiosity was killing you. You wanted to know about it, you wanted to rebel and feel what most of your friends felt all the time. If everyone can do it and still go to Heaven, why couldn’t you? The scene ended and the next thing you saw was a naked brunette laying on the bed, her back against a tall man. He rubbed his hands along her private area and then dipped two fingers into her. Your jaw dropped and your head turned, this had all looked strange and weird. You were so focused on the TV in your living room that you didn’t hear the front door open, nor the shuffling of several people in the large house.

You had forgotten to activate the security system for the night, so the cameras weren’t on and neither were the alarms. You were so used to being home alone that you never thought there’d be someone in it with you

You didn’t hear or feel a presence behind the couch. Taeyong stopped in the living room while his gang searched through the house for jewelry and a safe. He watched you and your facial expressions as you watched porn for the first time. He knew that you had no experience at all from the look on your face. You licked your lips and told yourself that it was time. You put your hand in your Rilakkuma pajamas and pressed your finger tips on your folds, you tried to mimic the way in which his fingers dipped in, but it was difficult. There was a weird wall that stopped you and a sharp pain that shot through you when you pushed too hard. You whimpered and opened your legs a little more on the couch, shifting in your seat to get comfortable. There had to be a way, you thought to yourself. Taeyong looked watching you. You were so innocent and cute. He liked the idea that a pastors daughter was trying to pleasure herself on the family couch. He smirked to himself at first, but was turned on by the sight of your widening legs and your moving hand. You had finally found the right spot and started to circle your fingers while pushing them inside you. You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows while you started to breathe harder. The feeling of your insides growing wet was weird, but good. Taeyong watches your mouth open and your head fall back on the couch, your soft, high pitched moans sounded like music to his ears. He had completely forgotten about why he was there. His brain became foggy and he licked his lips which were covered by the skull masks they always wore during robberies. You were unlike any girl he’d seen before, you were soft, pure and beautiful. You wiped the sweat forming on your forehead as you got closer with your other hand.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind the couch, still drinking in the wet sounds you made with your fingers and the loud groans you made. It was then that he felt his heart grow an attachment to you. He knew that he wanted to ruin you, pollute you, show you all the things that a sheltered Christian girl never knew about. The fact that you were the daughter of the pastor he despises was the icing on the cake.

He was breathing heavily as he watched you get off on your fingers.

He had a habit of becoming obsessed with things until he got them and eventually grew tired of them, and he knew that you’d become one of these things. He wouldn’t stop until you were his. His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. It was a text from Haechan. Haechan: found the safe in the bedroom on the third floor, need a code. Taeyong smirked to himself. His boys always found things fast. Out of all the bedrooms in this extravagant house and they found the one with the safe in it. Brilliant. But now they needed a code.

Taeyong hadn’t found anything about a code in his emails or text messages. He thought of all the possibilities and closed his eyes. What was the code? Your moans still flooded his brain as he tried to focus and think hard so they could get out of there.

“Oh my God!” You cried out and his eyes flickered open.

You. It was you. He walked around the couch and stood in front of you while your eyes were still closed. You felt a presence in front of you and your eyes opened. You took your hand out of your pants quickly and screamed. A man with dark red hair and a terrifying skull mask stood over you and tilted his head.

He wore a black long sleeve shirt with a harness around it and black cargo pants tucked into black boots. You breathed heavily and held your head while closing your legs and pushing your body up on the couch. “Take whatever you want! I won’t tell anyone!” The man only stared at you and watched your eyes tear up. “Please, I don’t know why you’re hear but if it’s for money, I don’t have any and I don’t know where my dad keeps it. Please just let me live!” You begged. The man finally took his mask off and held it in his hand. He was unbelievably handsome. He had an eyebrow slit and a hoop in the center of his bottom lip along with several piercings in his ears. You could see the end of a long tattoo on his neck that led up to a jawline that he could certainly cut you with. His eyes were dark and striking. He was overall perfection. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise when he smiled down at you. “I’m sorry for interrupting, sweetheart, but I need something from you.” The man’s voice was deep and shook your body. You shook your head. Why would he let you see his face? Surely, he was gonna kill you after you gave him what he wanted. “I-I don’t have anything!” He stepped closer to you and held out his hand. “Stand up and give me your hand.” You did as he demanded and gave him the dry hand. He shook his head. “The other one. The one you touched yourself with.” You furrowed your brows. “N-no, I wasn’t touching myself!” You panicked and turned to the TV. “I was just..flipping through and-and I just stopped on this channel but I was gonna change it before your stopped me!” Taeyong only smiled wider and took your hand that you tried to hide. He held it up and looked at it before looking back to you. You tried to pull it away but he was stronger. He took your index and middle finger and put it in his mouth while looking into your eyes. You found it hard to look away, your mouth dropped as you felt his tongue lick in between and around your fingers. He took your fingers out and rubbed the tips along his lips while closing his eyes. “Mmmm..you’re just as sweet as I imagined.” You pulled your hand away and looked at the strange man. “W-What the hell is wrong with you?” Taeyong only smiled. He was about to say something when a voice called out from the hallway. “Taeyong! I don’t have any leads on the safe code!” There was another man with him. Taeyong looked to the hallway and was distracted for a split second, so you pushed him away from you and ran towards the other end of the house. Taeyong was caught off guard, but chuckled lightly while you ran. Johnny walked up beside Taeyong. “Who the fuck is that? And where’s your mask?” “The bastard’s daughter. She wants to play a game of cat and mouse.” Taeyong smirked. “Do you want us to kill her?” Johnny asked. “No, she’s mine. Bring her to me unharmed.” The rest of his men ran after you after Taeyong said that. You tried to find somewhere to hide, the front door was too far away and the patio was on the other side.. You cursed this house for being so big for no reason. You ran up the stairs and heard multiple footsteps follow you. You breathed heavily, dashing into a bedroom and locking the door. You stepped away from the door and looked around for an exit. You couldn’t jump out the window, you’d break your legs. Hiding in the closet wouldn’t help. You heard the door handle being fiddled with. They found you. “Open the door! We’re not gonna hurt you!” A voice yelled out. You panted and looked around. You looked above you and saw the vent. You glanced back at the door when you heard the man trying to break it down by slamming his body into it. You quickly lifted yourself up on the dresser below the vent and jumped up. You had to tip toe to pull the door of the vent open, but once you did, you raised your arms above your head and tried to pull yourself up into it. Thank God for the upper body strength you had. You were halfway inside when the door finally broke down and the men entered. “Hey!” The man ran up to you and grabbed your dangling legs. “No!” You cried out and tried to pull yourself away, but the man was too strong. You fell down through the hole and into the man’s arms. He also wore a skull mask, but was much larger than the man in your living room. You looked around and saw three other men surrounding you. Two of which had a bats in their hands. You couldn’t escape. “Don’t kill me please!” You cried out again. The tall man threw you on to the bed. “I would’ve killed you a long time ago if I wanted to, sweetie. But the grim reaper wants you alive.” “The who?” You scurried and held yourself up with your elbows behind you. “What do you want?” You cried out. Then you saw the red haired man calmly walk through the crowd of men in front of you. It was him, he was the grim reaper. You could tell because of the way he commanded the room as he walked in calmly and quiet;y, but still looked deadly.

His feline-like eyes narrowed in on you, making you feel small. “Oh little mouse, where you going?” He sat at the edge of the bed. “Don’t be scared.” He tried to calm you down. “I’ll make you a deal..” he started while wiping away a tear that ran down your cheek. “If you tell me the code..I’ll let you live and I won’t tell anyone, not even your father, what sin you committed tonight.” You cried and sniffled. “I..promise..I don’t know it.” Taeyong smiled wickedly. “I know you don’t know it..but what’s your birthday?” You were hesitant to share that information because if that was the code, your family would lose everything in that safety these strange men, but you couldn’t let your parents know that you touched yourself and committed such a tragic crime in a Christian household, they’d be so disappointed. You swallowed hard. “April fifteenth.” Two of the men ran out of the room while Taeyong smiled. “Thank you.”

He turned to the other men. “Leave us.” Once they left, he turned back to you. You jumped when he touched your leg. He took out a switch blade and you saw the twinkling reflection of a sharp knife. He ran it along your neck while you breathed heavily.

You shivered at the feeling of the cold blade on your skin. “What were you really doing little mouse, don’t lie to me and you might just live.” You exhaled and closed your teary eyes.

“Yes, I was watching porn..I-I’ve never had sex, I haven’t even touched myself before tonight..I feel like a loser and I wanted to know what it’s like. Please don’t kill me.” You were surprised to hear so much come out of your mouth to a complete stranger. But he made you nervous. “I see.” he glanced down to your lips. “Well, it would be a shame to kill you before you can experience this.” Taeyong almost pities you, the innocent and sheltered girl, while he drags the knife down your sweaty arm. “I’ll let you know my secret..my name’s Taeyong and those are my men. Your father pissed us off so we’re coming to take what’s ours.” He looked into your eyes before continuing.

“When they ask you what happened, tell them that you don’t know, you were out for ice cream and when you returned home, you saw that someone had broken in.” His low voice made your eyes widen. “I’ll let you live, and for tonight, we’ll take the money and jewelry. But I’ll be back for you, little mouse.”

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant but he put a finger on your lips. “Don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill your mother first, sweetheart. Nod like a good girl if you understand.” You nodded quickly and watched as the strange man took his finger away and left the room. You laid there, terrified and shaking. You listened to the men yelling and laughing as the destroyed the house. You heard glass break and paintings being destroyed while you cried. You got up slowly when you heard the shuffling stop and walked downstairs. The place was a mess, they not only ravaged through your place, but broke everything. Your father never made anyone upset. He made everyone happy and at peace with his sermons. How could he upset these men? What did he do? You pulled out your phone and called him. “Hello? Dad?” You sniffled. “I-I just came home..and there’s been a robbery.” You felt bad for lying to your parents but you had to, who knows what Taeyong would do if he found out you told the truth. Part of you was terrified by him, but another part was interested for some reason.

Was it the way he looked at you through lustful eyes and the power he commanded over the room? Or the fact that he lived a completely different lifestyle from you and was the typical “bad boy?” ————— A few weeks later and things return to normal. Your dad didn’t lose too much, and you found it weird that he wasn’t more upset than he was. But he claimed that he was just glad that you weren’t home when the savages came. The robbery made headlines and thousands of church guests donated to the rebuilding of your house and life. In public, your parents cried and thanked everyone endlessly, but in private they were all giggles. Something didn’t feel right, and the whole thing made you look at them differently. “Can you believe that we ended up with more than we lost?” Your dad laughed one evening when the three of you had dinner. “Yeah, the community really is amazing when they work together to help people.” You mom took a bite of her caviar. “Shouldn’t we give it back then?” You interrupted. Your dad wiped his mouth. “Now, why would we do that? This is a gift from God, we must embrace it and yes, we will use our voices and our power as role models in the community to help others, but we need not put the money we’ve been given back out there. This is all for a greater cause, y/n.” You nodded and looked back at your salad. ————— The weeks following the robbery felt weird. You always felt like someone was watching you. Taeyong’s dark gaze was both alluring and terrifying and the fact that he had watched you touch yourself only made you more paranoid. You were embarrassed, yes, but he made you feel..sexy about it. It was a strange feeling and you didn’t understand why part of you liked it. Taeyong was watching you. He would watch you as you went to dinner with your parents or shopped in Target. He was always there. He couldn’t let you go, and he knew he needed more. Your purity and soft expressions contradicted everything about himself, that’s why he liked you. And to see you being curious about sexual feelings sent him overboard. You had everything he didn’t have, in terms of wealth and status, but he also had experiences you’d never dreamt of. He knew ways in which to shatter your perfect world and innocent nature. He’d sit on his motorcycle and watch you skip around in your cute plaid skirts, frilly knee highs and button up blouses and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to ruin you. You are simply being yourself and living a life free of worries and sin, and he wanted to change that. One day when you went to tennis practice, he decided to watch you play. He wanted to hurt the tennis coach when she hit you with a high speed tennis ball on your thigh. You cried out and dropped to the floor, but the coach only scolded you for being too slow.

It took everything in him to not pull his gun out. Nonetheless, you got up and tried harder.

He felt the heat in his chest rise as he watched your glistening and sweaty skin peak out from under your white tennis skirt and on the tops of your breasts in your sports bra.

You were breathing heavily, your mouth was swollen from you biting your lips while you played intensely, your eyes dark and low, and you drank so much water, some droplets escaped and dripped down your chin and neck. His impure thoughts drove him wild and he knew he had to talk to you again. And so, when you walked home after he practice, he cornered you. You smiled and thanked the barista at Starbucks for your drink before turning to head out the door.

The tennis court was only a few blocks away from your house so you decided to walk home while drinking an iced caramel macchiato, probably not the best choice for post-workout session, but it made you happy. You sucked your straw while looking at your phone, but when you left the Starbucks you heard a voice call out to you. “Do you think Serena drinks caramel macchiatos after practice?” The low voice said. You slowly turned to see who it was. Your eyes widened. It’s him, the red haired man that broke into your house now leaned against the wall and eyed you up and down. You suddenly felt naked in your tight tennis uniform. You nearly dropped your drink as you stepped back slowly. “W-What are you doing here?” “What? A gang leader can’t enjoy a drink from Starbucks?” He took a long sip of his iced coffee while watching you intensely. “Were you watching me?” “I told you I’d be back, little mouse.” He walked closer to you.

“Take a ride with me.” He tilted his head to a motorcycle that stood beside the sidewalk.

You looked at it, then back at him. He wore a red high collar shirt and black jeans ripped at the knees. A pair of round sunglasses on his face made him look cool and relaxed. It was incredibly hot outside but he still wore dark clothing and black boots. The worst part was that you felt an aching in your chest at the sight of his toned arms, tattoos and piercings. “I-I have to go home.” Taeyong raised his slit eyebrow and threw his empty cup away.

He smirked. “It wasn’t a question. Get on.” What could you do? The man surely would’ve killed you if you ran away. So you let him help you get on his motorcycle. Nervous but eager to see where he was taking you. You got on and held onto his small waist.

To your surprise, Taeyong took you to the summer fair. “The fair? Really?” You looked up at the big sign above you as you two walked in. Taeyong didn’t pay, he only brushed past the guards and ticketing workers as he nodded at them. “What are we doing here? And how did you get us in for free?” You asked all the important questions but Taeyong only smirked and chuckled. “So many questions..” He took your hand in his and took you to the first rollercoaster he saw. “I’ve been meaning to visit this place, but never had someone to go with.” Taeyong watched your face as you looked on the intimidating rollercoaster. He saw your worried eyes and slightly parted lips, the way your hands gripped the metal barricade in front of you as you waited to be called on. “Are you nervous?” He asked, his tone a bit softer. You turned to him and looked into his concerned eyes. “Why do you care? It’s not like I can back out without you killing me.” Taeyong’s smile dropped and he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, little mouse, you don’t need to be worried about that, I’d never kill you..” He stepped closer and your breathing stopped as he looked down on you with those sharp, magnetic eyes.

“But I will make you suffer endlessly...by forcing you to go on a rollercoaster.” His straight face turned into a bright smile as he winked. He was confusing. Scary at some points, but attractive at other times. And his words made no sense, was he messing with you?

And why didn’t you call the police or your parents? What was this control Taeyong had over you? You brain screamed danger but your heart was being pulled in. You wanted to know what a dangerous lifestyle was like for once. You wanted to stop living a “simple” life.

He watched you the entire ride, laughing as you screamed during the long dips and swift turns. You looked at him and hit his side with a small fist.

“Hey! It’s not funny.” You went on the Twister and a few other rides with him, laughing and smiling at each other like a regular couple. He even used his shooting skills to win you a Hello Kitty plush bear.

No one would’ve known that you were brought there against your will, or that the crazy man was a gang leader. He took your hand in his as you walked to the food truck area. “How’s your leg?” “Wait, you saw that?” You held your head with your other hand, too focused on the question to notice the strange way you two walked together holding hands. You looked up at him but he only looked forward, avoiding your gaze. “I like you, little mouse, and we both know you have never had a boyfriend, right?” The question nearly made you stop walking. “N-no.” You whispered, a bit embarrassed that you, a college student, never dated someone. Taeyong smiled to himself. Perfect. Everything was falling in line for him. “Well, little mouse, that’s what people do when they like someone, they’re always there to watch and support their significant other. How would I know that you were hurt and needed some fun if I didn’t stalk you a little?” Something didn’t feel right, but Taeyong’s eyes were softer as he talked to you, he rubbed a hand on your arm and gave you a small smile.

Why did part of you want to trust him? Was it because you knew nothing about love and how people show it? Taeyong was teaching you more than anyone else did about relationships and you appreciated that.

So you brushed off the bad feeling you had and looked down at your thigh. “Well, I do have a bruise, but I’ll be fine. Thank you for taking me here.”

You were surprised that he cared, but you didn’t think it weird that he was there watching you in the first place.

He only smiled and took your hand again. “I’m glad you appreciate my efforts, you can make it up to me later.” He winked. You were in line for a smoked turkey leg, and you wanted to know more about the strange man in front of you that suddenly couldn’t stop smiling.

“Okay but why me?”

Taeyong didn’t shuffle through his wallet for cash like everyone else did. He only clicked his tongue and waited for the chef to nod. He turned back to you. “Because you’re the only girl I have my eyes on..because I feel bad for breaking into your parents’ place.” You scoffed and furrowed your brows. “Oh really? You think this makes up for that?” “Come on, y/n, you and I both know your parents made even more than they lost. So in a way, I kinda helped you guys.” His eyes never let go of you while he bit into the turkey leg and chewed a large chunk of it. You rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but smile. How did things end up this way? Who was this man? “Are you happy you came with me?” He asked with a full mouth. “I had a good time, but I still don’t understand what you want from me.” You looked around nervously. He swallowed hard and handed you the leg. “Have you ever had a smoked turkey leg?” You shook your head. “No.” He scoffed. “Try it.”

You took a bite out of the leg and your eyes widened at the explosion of flavor. It was so good, it tasted cheap, yes, but the Smokey flavor was unlike anything you’d ever had.

“There’s so much..that you haven’t experienced yet..I just want to show you the world you don’t know, will you let me do that?” You nodded without thinking it through. What was the catch? “Yes, my parents have kept me sheltered and protected, and..I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know about most things..that the average person knows about.” You went on a tiny rant, but Taeyong already knew this.

He was captivated by the way you chewed and how your round cheeks filled up with even the tiniest bites of food. Your round eyes dazzled in the sunlight and your lips formed a small pout. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” You looked down and were about to shake your head but Taeyong lifted your chin with his free hand and leaned down to your face. The handsome man placed a long kiss on your lips while your eyes were wide open. This was all so sudden, but you didn’t pull away. You liked it, you had finally been kissed. When he raised his head you looked up at him innocently. “W-What was that?” “I’m sorry, I had to.” He stepped closer to you and gave you a questioning look. “Do you like me, y/n?” You had just gotten to know this man and he was already asking if you liked him. Your sheltered and nervous mind screamed ‘no’ at first, but damn it you wanted to do something different.

You wanted to live like everyone else did. You felt things you never felt before in your short time with Taeyong and you weren’t sure if it was love, but you knew it was different.

Taeyong was probably not the best choice for your first “love,” the man was a killer and leader of a dark life, but you wanted to experience everything he was willing to show you. So, you dove in.

“Yes.” You nodded and looked into his eyes. He smirked. “Then you should kiss me back, but open your mouth this time.” You were hesitant, but Taeyong leaned down to you and kissed you again. This time, you felt his tongue on your lips. You slowly opened your mouth and felt it enter. He held your head in his hands as he turned his own and found your tongue. You lifted it and felt your eyes shut while you enjoyed this new feeling. He guided the kiss, playing with your tongue and licking your lips whenever he pulled away to breathe.

You loved the feeling and put your arm around his neck to pull him back towards you. Your chest rose up and down rapidly while you kissed him and his hands found your waist. He brought you closer to his hot body as you placed a hand on his chest lightly. Taeyong felt light headed when you were close to him like this. The feeling of your soft, round lips finally on his made his heart flutter. You were all his. He couldn’t think of anything but you. When you pulled away from him you looked up to see him biting his lips and blushing. “You did so well. Did you like that?” He held your chin and rubbed it with his thumb. “Yes.” That was all you could say as you thought of how good his lips and tongue felt on yours. Everything felt magical during the sunset. The lights behind his head and the gathering of more people around you. Everything felt warm. Then, reality set in.

“It’s getting dark, I have to go home.” He nodded and took your hand. “Let’s go.” You were walking past the tables by the food trucks as Taeyong held your hand. A man sitting at one of the tables stuck is foot out at the last second, making your trip and fall halfway down before Taeyong caught you and held you up. The men laughed and looked at your skirt, trying to catch a glimpse of your underwear. You both turned to them while you brushed yourself off. “Sorry dear..” the man started. “but I suggest wearing shorts next time.” The man and everyone at his table burst into laughter while you felt the heat in your cheeks rise. Taeyong came up behind you and stepped in front. The man looked up and wiped his teary eyes.

“Oh look, it’s the grim reaper himself. I’m sorry for tripping your angel of a girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes. Taeyong was silently boiling. How dare someone touch you and laugh at you. He tilted his head before placing both hands on the table. “Which hand do you use to play with your dick, you fat piece of shit?” Taeyong’s words made you jump as the man raised an eyebrow. He scoffed, “I use both when I’m fucking your girlfriend.” The man let out but before he could take another breath, Taeyong took a knife out from his waist band and stabbed the man through the center of his hand that rested on the wooden table. You covered your mouth and backed away as the blood spewed out from the man’s hand and he screamed out in pain. People nearby screamed too and ran away. Blood decorated Taeyong’s face while the other guys sitting at the table jumped up and ran.

The man tried to take Taeyong’s hand off of the knife so that he could remove it, but he forced the mans hand away and pulled out another shiny knife, stabbing that hand and pinning the man to the table again.

More blood spewed onto Taeyong’s face as he laughed. But he didn’t stop there. He dragged the first knife through the man’s hand and up his wrist, cutting it in half with the sharp blade.

“Oh God!! NO!! Stop!! HELP!�� The man cried out but no one helped him. Everyone was gone and the food truck workers only shook their heads as they watched. “You’re right, I am the grim reaper.” Taeyong leaned in close to the man’s face and looked him in the eyes with a menacing expression.

“And guess what? No one can help you. Not even God.” Taeyong said before slicing through his other arm. The man stood up and bled profusely before passing out and falling onto the dirt. You didn’t notice that you started crying in fear. “T-Taeyong?” How could the man you just kissed moments ago become so violent? Was this who he really was? He turned to with a bloody face and smiled.

“Don’t cry, little mouse, he had it coming.” He walked up to you and tried to hold you with his bloody hands but you stepped back. “Why?” You shook your head as tears fell. “Because I like you! Because he hurt you! Don’t be afraid of me.” He started but you couldn’t stand to be around him, everything felt so wrong. You were hit with the reminder of who he was.

He wasn’t some sweet gentleman here to show you the beauty of the world, he was a bad person that only knew the dark sides of it. You turned and ran away from him, pushing through the crowd to try to get as far as possible. He would’ve followed you but he knew that it was too much for you. If he had just controlled his anger, he could’ve had his boys handle the man, but he didn’t. He was used to the violence, but he had to give you time. ———— A few weeks past and you didn’t text Taeyong even when he asked you out for lunch. You were scared of him, but part of you missed the feeling he gave you when he was nearby, looking at you fondly, watching your every move. You brushed off your thoughts and visions of him and walked into the practice room for your piano lesson. You always went to piano practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but on this visit, your piano teacher wasn’t present in the choir room you used for your lessons. “Hello?” You called out and looked around “It’s just you and me, little mouse.” “What are you doing here?” Your eyes wide when you recognized the mans voice.

“Well, you didn’t text me back, so I had to come see you.” He stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, this time he wore a gray long-sleeve that clung to his arms. He looked irritated, like he hadn’t slept for days. “Don’t worry, I’ll forgive you if you play something for me.” He stepped closer, but your gripped the strap of your backpack and baked away. “Forgive me for what? You nearly killed a man! What did you expect me to do?” He laughed. But slammed a hand down on the piano. You jumped at the sound. “I expect you to thank me for standing up for you!”

His voice was loud and husky, his dark eyes looked up at you. You wore a pink short skirt that rested above the middle of your thighs with a thin white button down shirt tucked into it. And of course, those frilly white knee-highs that he loved. “How could you leave me?” He stepped closer to you, making you back into the door of the practice room. You didn’t know what to say, he did defend you even though he scared you. “Don’t you understand that I did that for you? I could’ve been arrested.” Taeyong moved a strand of hair from your face.

You looked up at his lips innocently. You forgot about everything. The only thing you thought about was the feeling of them on you.

You leaned in and kissed him first this time. You missed the feeling and closed your eyes while moaning out lightly.

Taeyong kisses you hard this time, biting your lips before pulling away and kissing your neck. He held your body close to his, focusing on your moans and heavy breathing. But he had to hold himself back, he wasn’t ready to take you yet. He wanted you to beg for him. He took your hand and led you back to the piano. “Sit and play a song for me. Don’t mess it up.” He demanded as you sat down and flipped the pages to the song you had practiced with your teacher.

You gulped, worried for what might happen in you made a mistake.

He sat beside you and you started to play Piano Sonata No.24 by Beethoven. Despite your hands being shaky, you put your fingers on the keys and played. You started off well but jumped a bit when Taeyong breathy voice entered your ears. He whispered “I remember when I first saw you, you were touching yourself, isn’t that right, little mouse?”

You nodded, and stared straight ahead at the sheet music, finding it difficult to focus on the piece.

“Do you really want to know what it’s like?” He continued. You nodded and your breath hitches in your throat as his large, cold and bruised hands run up your thigh. The touch of his hand on your thighs makes you feel a heat between your legs, much like what you felt that night.

He stops his hand and runs his gun along the inner skin on your thigh instead, running it all the way up to your private area. You gasp at the feeling of a weapon being so close to your core, but Taeyong whispers again and drags the pistol back down to your knee. “Keep playing.” You continued, but missed a beat and picked your hands up off the piano. He inches the gun up your thigh but you continue with the song. A few bars later and you mess up again. He pulls the gun up further. You can’t stop skipping notes and playing incorrect rhythms until the gun finally touched your aching core. You pull your hands away and look at Taeyong who is focused on the device between your legs. “I’m sorry, please don’t kill me.” You beg. “Oh sweet girl, I already told you I’m not gonna kill you. You can leave whenever you want to, unless..you don’t want me to stop?” He whispers and continues to rub the gun against your folds.

You grip the piano tightly and shake your head. Everything felt wrong, how could an inanimate object make you feel this way?

“It’s okay, relax.” Taeyong’s deep voice and closeness calmed you down, and you felt the need to embrace this new feeling. You needed to know what others talked about when they talked about sex. “Close your eyes. Focus on the feeling.” He whispered into your neck. His hot breath pushed you along further.

You do as he says and breathe heavily, gasping at the strange, but good feeling you start to have. The cold metal pressing against you through your underwear makes you wet. “Does it feel good? Do you like the feeling of my gun on you, little mouse?” You sigh and nod, biting your lips and grunting as you start to rock your hips. “Why does it feels so good?” “This is what it’s like...I’m gonna make you cum for the first time, sweetheart.” His deep voice echoes in your head. He watches your lips part and your mouth fall open and feels the restraint in his pants. You moan a few more times as he kisses your neck and you move your wet opening against his gun on your own. He listens to your moans get louder, but before you can cum, he removes the gun and stands up from the stool, taking a few steps back and looking down on you as you still sat and breathed heavily, your forehead sweaty and your lips open. “Now, follow my orders, be a good girl.” You nodded, saddened by the withdrawal of his gun for some reason. “Put your hand on your pussy.” He smirked. You shakily lowered your hand. “How does it feel?” “It’s wet..and warm.” You breathily answered. He smiled. “Good, now turn to me and put one leg on each side so that your legs are open, and put your hands out in front.” You moved as he said and jumped slightly at the feeling of the cold leather in between your legs. He put his gun away and took out a switch blade, running it against your thighs, the sharp knife made you chilly. “Lift your skirt and lean back a little, sweetheart.” You moved again as he looked into your eyes while running the blade across the delicate skin of your inner thigh. You bunched your skirt up around your waist as he licked his lips and moved closer. You watched and breathed heavily, unsure of what he’d do next. “My gun made you so wet already, little mouse.” His mouth turned upward into a smirk as he looked at your soaking panties. He used the knife to cut the waist band of your panties and dragged the fabric from under you, making it so that your bare flower was against the smooth leather. “Now, slide forward and backward.” You leaned forward and started to rock your hips back and forth again, but Taeyong wasn’t pleased that you were barely touching the seat. He placed two hands on your shoulders and pressed you down. “Keep moving, yes, just like that little mouse.” He stepped back again.

Your eyes closed as you focused on the feeling and the strange building of liquid under you. You placed your hands in front of you and leaned forward so that your clit rubbed against the chair.

Something was building up in your stomach, you weren’t sure what it was. The aching in your clit made you cry out quietly in the studio. You looked up to see Taeyong recording you with his phone from two feet away. “Unbutton your bra.” “Like this?” You looked up at Taeyong innocently while unbuttoning the top three buttons and still moving back and forth. He nearly lost it when he saw your large eyes through the phone screen. “Yes, sweetheart, and take your boobs out of your bra.” You still held your body as it moved back and forth with one hand in front, but took your boobs out of your bra just like he told you to. “Ah! Cold..” you hissed at the cold air that hugged your breasts once you picked them out. “My nipples..they’re so firm and hard, is that supposed to happen?” Your high pitched and confused voice made Taeyong chuckle. He bit his lips as he watched your boobs jump up and down while you fucked yourself on the stool. “Yes, little mouse, that’s a good thing. Now, move faster.” You swallowed hard and picked up the pace while still holding your breasts. The sounds of your wet entrance against the leather covering filled the air.

You felt weird and raw. You bit your lips to hold back the sounds that wanted to escape your chest. The plush surface of the stool against your folds drove you crazy. How could something so simple make your chest so weak? “Open your mouth, let it out, the louder you are the better you will feel.” Taeyong demanded while still recording you. Your mouth fell open and you were happy to see Taeyong’s approval. Your whines grew louder as your pace increased automatically. “Do you like fucking yourself on the stool?”

You bit your lips and nodded, the strange heat building made your head spin. “Look at the camera and say it, tell me what you’re doing with your sweet pussy.” You opened your eyes and looked the phone. “I’m f-fucking myself with the leather s-seat of a stool.” The words barely left your mouth before the high pitched moans escaped.

“Oh—oh my God.” You whimpered You let go of your boobs and used your both hands in front of you move faster and further down onto the stool.

Taeyong’s pants felt extremely restrictive as he grew. The sight of you slowly losing your innocence made him weak. Your skin was glistening with sweat, your chest moved fast and your full lips stayed open while you cried out the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. “Good girl, are you going to cum?” He huskily let out. “I-I dont know..everything feels weird. But it feels good..” You whined and moaned loudly. “What feels good?” Taeyong’s calm voice let out. “My pussy..it’s feels so good, Taeyong.” You shut your eyes tightly and moved a few more times before you felt the sudden tremble of your core under you. Your boobs jumped and your legs fell weak as you came. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your jaw tensed. Taeyong loved every second of it and was glad to get it on camera. Your mouth still open as you moved slowly and came down, he thought of how your lips would look around his dick. But this was enough for today. “Good girl, you came.” Taeyong got up and rubbed your cheek. “Get up.” He helped you up off the stool. “Look at that, little mouse, look at how wet you are.” You looked down and saw the leather completely covered in the liquids that escaped you. “Why is it like that?” Taeyong laughed. “It’s good...” He took your hand as he stood behind you and brought it down to your core. “Do you feel that?” His fingers over yours as he pushed them in between your folds. “Yes” You nodded, still shaken up by your orgasm. Taeyong’s hot breath on your neck made you weaker. “A wet pussy is a good pussy” Taeyong let go and you were saddened by the withdrawal. “Now, little mouse..before our next lesson, I want you to suck a few lollipops.” He looked at your lips. “When’s our next lesson?” You asked, eager to see him again for some reason. You had completely forgotten about why you were upset with him, what he had done.

He was helping you get over your sexual awkwardness and you liked that, even if it was coming from a gang leader. That was all you cared about. He made you feel good and now you wanted more. “A little impatient aren’t we? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll find you.” He winked and left you alone in the now quiet studio. ———— Taeyong goes about his daily life of crime, but still can’t get his mind off of you He’d have sex with other girls he’d meet at the nightclub his gang controlled but nothing compared to the sight of you. He’d try to get off on the girls as they danced for him but nothing worked, he couldn’t get hard and cum if he didn’t think about your body and the way you moved it on the leather chair.

He pictured your lips and heard the echoing sounds of your high pitched whimpers and moans. When he was alone, he’d get high and watch the video of you on his phone. He’d touch himself as he watched and feel completely blissful as he came while higher than the clouds. But he knew he needed more, he needed another fix. It had been two weeks but he couldn’t shake the thought of you out of his head. When he robbed people, he thought of you. When he killed people, he thought of your innocent eyes. He had to see you. Taeyong goes to watch you play tennis again but you still didn’t know. He liked the way you sweat and move.

So he decides that it’s time for your second lesson.

He waits for you at home, creeping into your bedroom through your window. He saw your parents cars in the driveway so he knew they were home. While waiting in your bedroom, he syncs his phone with your TV so he can play the video he took of you when you get out the shower. He starts to play the video, his head falling back against the headboard while he watches your innocent expressions on the screen. That’s when you came out of the bathroom attached to your room. You clutch your towel around you tightly and jumped in surprise when you saw the man on your bed. “H-how did you get in here?” Taeyong smiled. “Nice to see you too.” You heard panting and light moaning and turned to the TV.

Your eyes widened, it was you in your white blouse moving up and down the leather seat in the practice room. You had completely forgotten that Taeyong had taken and kept the video on his phone. “This isn’t good, you should delete that.” You turned back to him and pointed at the screen. “Oh, little mouse, I kept it so you can remember how good you felt.” You looked back at the screen and your jaw dropped at how you looked like a porn star. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, come here.” Taeyong patted your bed. You turned to him and walked slowly, still holding your towel around you. “Do you trust me?” He asked as he looked up at your exposed collar bones and the water droplets that dropped from your wet hair. You pouted and looked away. “I don’t know.” “Do you want to feel good again? Look at me.” He touched your hand as you looked back at the gorgeous man. “..yes.” He smiled slowly. “Come here. Get on the bed.” You still held your towel and climbed on the bed, kneeling over his lap as he massaged your thighs. Your moans on the TV echoed in the back of your head. “Listen...you sound beautiful.” Taeyong’s voice was dark and low. He rubbed his hands along the soft skin of your hips, lifting up the towel. He pressed his thumbs on the skin and bit his lips. “I want you to ride my face, little mouse.” You gasped. “You what?” “Ride my face, move just like you did on the seat.” Taeyong worked his hands to your waist. “I’m gonna make you feel good.” You nodded, he pushed himself further down your bed so that his face replaced his lap. You still held the towel as you hovered over him, hesitant to show him your naked body.

“Let me see all of you, please.” His hot breath fanned your sensitive skin, making you tremble in his hands. You nodded and dropped your towel. “Good girl, now lower yourself onto me.” He made you so weak with his husky voice. His hands gently pushed you down towards him and you started to move when you felt his plush lips against your folds. He sticks his tongue in between them, giving you one long stripe as you start to move back and forth. Your breath stays in your chest and you hold onto the headboard for support as your weak and incredibly sensitive to the feeling of his hot tongue on you. Taeyong marvels at the sight do your body above him, the roundness of your breasts, the way your nipples stuck out from the pillowy soft skin, and the beauty of your untouched pussy on his mouth. He lays his tongue flat while you move, kissing your clit every now and then to send shockwaves through your body. He likes to see how jumpy you are at the new feeling.

But he pulls you down towards him whenever you push up away from him, forcing your legs further apart so you had to lower yourself. “Taeyong—“ You breathily call out his name and let your head fall back, while still rocking your hips back and forth. Taeyong hums and dips his tongue inside to give you more. His tongue laps up the juices between your folds and moves from your clit to your dripping opening. You nearly lose it as he explores your pussy with his mouth, moaning and crying out while you get closer to cumming. Taeyong digs his thumbs into your waist, making you yelp out in the unexpected and bruising pain.

“Quiet down, sweetheart, we don’t want your parents to hear, isn’t that right?” Taeyong’s raspy voice lets out. You nod amd shut your lips tightly, trying to prevent any sound from getting out. You move faster, gripping hard onto the headboard while Taeyong passionately circles his tongue around your clit and along your folds. He moves a hand to your clit and runs circle around it slowly while sticking his tongue deep inside you. This new feeling of the combined attacks on your core makes you go crazy, you can’t hold back anymore and cry out his name loudly. “Taeyong!” He slaps your ass hard with his other hand, making you jump. You put a hand over your mouth as Taeyong brings you to the edge with his mouth, moaning into it as tears start to form.

You moved back and forth a few more times before cumming. You tried to lift yourself off of his face as you came but he used his large, veiny hands to force you back down onto him.

You shake uncontrollably and look down at him while he holds you still, your mouth falling open in a silent ‘O’ shape.

He licked everything up while looking you in the eyes. He was so hard, he wanted to fuck you until you moaned so loudly, your parents would think you were being attacked, but he knew he couldn’t. Not tonight.

He finally lets you go and you fall down on the bed beside him, exhausted and weak with the a tired feeling in your legs. He wipes his mouth with the bath towel and leans over you.

“You were such a good girl for me, baby.” He kissed your forehead while you smiled. “That was amazing.” You let out. Taeyong sat up and flipped channel while you looked at the ceiling blissfully. “There’s a video I wanted you to see.” Taeyong turned to you and held your hand.

You sat up straight and looked at the TV. The video features a man dressed as a priest and a woman dressed as a nun.

“Why are we watching this?” You ask as Taeyong rubs small circles on your back. At first it seems like an innocent video of people in a church, but then you see what it really is.

The nun undressed like the priest tells her too then gets on her knees. You gasp as you watch the nun open her mouth for the priest and gives him a blow job in the church. “Is this real?” “Yes” Taeyong lies, they’re just actors but he doesn’t want you to know that. You gasp at the sight. “Isn’t this..wrong?” Taeyong chuckles at how naive you are. “No, little mouse, they are in love, So this isn’t wrong..now, watch closely.” You observe the way the lady’s head bobs up and down, and how she takes the priests entire length in her mouth. Your head turns and you wonder how it’s possible at a to fit so much in one’s mouth. “If you’re a good girl like she is, you’ll be rewarded greatly.” Taeyong watches your wide eyes on the TV. He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed. He could’ve just laid on the bed and had you between his legs while he rested his back against the headboard, but having you under him on the floor would feel so much more..satisfying. He takes your hand and gets you off the bed. “Get on your knees and be a good girl for me.” You look up at him while he rubs his thumb over your bottom lip. He unzips his jeans and takes his erect dick out. the size is intimidating, not as large as the man’s in the video, but you’re still not sure how you could fit all of him in your mouth. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asks once he sees your sad expression. “I’m not sure..if I love you, Taeyong.” Taeyong smiles and laughs lightly, still moving his hand up and down his member, circling around shaft and spreading the pre cum over it. He had built himself up so much, just the sight of you below him would make him cum hard if he kept moving his hand. But he wanted to feel your pretty mouth on him badly. “Well..do you hate me?” You shake your head. “No, no I don’t, Taeyong.” “And what is the opposite of hate?” Taeyong raises an eyebrow. “Love.” The word barely leaves your mouth. Taeyong is addicting, you can’t push away from him even though the small voice in your head tells you to.

He’s a criminal, someone that lives a completely different lifestyle from you and hurts others. He went against everything you were taught, he was dangerous, but you liked that.

“See, baby, I love you so much I tasted you and fucked you with my mouth.” The words sounded sexy as they left his mouth.

“but if you want to prove that you love me, you should take me in, all of me. Do you understand why we must do this now?” Taeyong intertwines his other hand with yours, his eyes large and focused on your soft face. “Yes..”

He was surprised to feel a small pain in his cold heart after he lied to you, but he brushed it away. He wasn’t capable of providing love. He only fucked well and got people to do things for him with that manipulative mouth of his. Love was never an option. “Good.” He smiles. “Now, open your pretty mouth.” He moves his hand up and down his shaft as you hover over it, a heat growing in between your legs again as you remember what the couple on the TV did. “Do it just like she did for Father. You want to be a good girl, right?” “Yes, Taeyong.” You lick your lips and put your mouth on his tip. You do as he says. Doing your best to follow what the girl in the video does, and lower your mouth onto him, taking in as much as you can.

There’s a harsh feeling in your throat as you feel you’ve taken in all you can, but you push even further. You had to be good, you had to make him feel as good as he made you feel. You gag and take him all in, your eyes squinting at the pain in your throat. You pull your mouth off and let your spit drop back onto his tip as you choke.

When you pull away you look up at him with large eyes and ask “Like this?”, Taeyong grunts.

“Yes, just like that, think of it as those lollipops you had this week.” Taeyong smirks and pushes your head back down. “Stick your tongue out.” Taeyong demands through dark eyes. You do as he says and he guides his tip on your tongue. “Lick it, little mouse.”

And so you do, you lick all around it and in between the small part at the top. You moved your head so your tongue can cover all bases while you place kitten licks on his veiny dick.

“Does it feel good, Taeyong, am I a good girl?” You work your tongue around the shaft as he throws his head back and holds back his loud groans. Your kitten licks drove him crazy “Yes, baby, you’re perfect, now swallow.” He looks back down at you and pushes the back of your head. You feel his dick hit the back of your throat and struggle to breathe as you bob your head up and down. “Yes, sweetheart, just like that.” You move your head up and down like the lady in the video did, drinking in Taeyong’s glorious moans. He looks down at your naked body while you gag and tears start to fall down your perfect face.

You pull away for a brief moment to breathe, and Taeyong watches as a string of spit and his pre cum fall onto your breasts and your chin. “Just a little longer, I’m almost there.” He pants. You look up at him innocently and nod before moving back down onto it. Taeyong grabs your hair and thrusts into your mouth, forcing your head down so that your lips and tongue touch every inch as he gets closer.

You groan as your throat becomes raw and irritated at the continued attack, but the vibrations make Taeyong go crazy.

You don’t even move your head anymore as Taeyong fucks into it. Your eyes start to water, your knees grow tired on the cold, hard floor.

“Fuck” he whispers as he gets closer.

You tap his thigh to tell him you can’t breathe, but he forces himself into your mouth with one hard thrust and you feel a hot liquid coat the back of your irritated throat.

He’s still holding the back of your head so you can’t pull away and see his release. “Swallow it.”

He groans and curses as he comes in your mouth.

You’re completely ruined as your tears stain your red cheeks and your nose runs. He finally lets go of your head and watches you swallow hard.

“It hurts.” You whined as you look up at him and wipe your chin of his cum. “I know, baby, but you did so well.” He picks you up off the floor. “you were such a good girl.” He sits you on his lap and cleans your face up with the bath towel before laying you down. He zips his jeans up and turns off the TV.

“Now you know what it feels like. Doesn’t it feel good?” He asks as he wipes your face. He doesn’t lay down with you, he only sits on the side of your bed while watching you. “Can I know..what the actual thing feels like?” You look down at his pants, eager to feel him inside you.

Taeyong chuckles and his smile makes your heart shutter. His beautiful large eyes squinted. “You will, little mouse, but not today.”

He wanted to fuck you badly, make you writhe under him and beg for more. He wanted to be the first one to stretch you out and the first to cum inside your beautiful pussy, but he knew he had to wait.

You were like a delicate, expensive toy. He couldn’t treat you like any other girl. You were pure. Little by little, he wanted to open your eyes and take out the hungry animal in you that would beg for his cock every day. He knew if he was the one to bring you to your amazing climaxes every time, you wouldn’t want anyone else, you’d only crave him. You were his, and he wasn’t going anywhere. He pulled the blanket over your naked body and rubbed your side as you fell asleep. You were tired by the new feelings and his attack on your throat, so you fell asleep quickly. “My little mouse, you’re all mine.” He got up and left the same way he came in. Oddly enough, you never asked him how he got in in the first place. ———— Another two weeks away from Taeyong, you felt a strange urge in your stomach to be with him again, to make him feel good. It’s all you thought about. You saw his perfect face and his smile whenever he called you a good girl. You felt his large hands over your body and imagined them in between your legs. You bit your lips and focused on the drive. Your parents were taking you back to college, the last thing you wanted to do was touch yourself in the backseat while they listened to a gospel album and hummed along. You pouted when you looked at your phone. Taeyong never texted you, maybe because he wanted you to come to him. But part of you was upset. You thought he got what he wanted and ditched you. He didn’t even call the next day to give you tips on how to get rid of the god awful sore throat you had. So you didn’t text him to tell him you were leaving town. Why should you? He wasn’t your boyfriend. —— Three weeks later and Taeyong kept an eye on you all the time. That night he went over to your place he put a tiny tracker in your bag. He always knew where you were and this was how he watched you. So he was shocked to see your strange location on the map when he woke up one morning. You were gone, out of the city and miles away. “Where you going little mouse?” He said to himself with a smirk. He was initially offended by you not notifying him of your leave but then he thought to himself, how wonderful this game of cat and mouse would be.

He could’ve texted you but he didn’t want you to know that he was watching. He wanted to surprise you, but first he needed to know exactly what kinda place you were in.

He went on to your social media and found a pic of you and another girl. The caption was “finally reunited with my fave.” He felt a tinge of jealousy, he thought he was your fave. He then looked at the location and saw the name of the university you were at. It was about 50 miles away so it made sense.

It was time for him to get his fix. He wanted to see you again, to feel your warm body and mouth on his again. He wanted to remind you of who you belonged to because he wouldn’t let you go that easily. He picked up his phone and dialed Johnny. “John..I’m gonna be taking a little vacation..I won’t be back for a few days. Make sure everyone keeps their shit together.” He didn’t wait for Johnny to ask questions, he hung up and gathered his things. ———— “Lets get fucked up!!” Your roommate Jessica yelled out over the music in the club while raising her shot glass. It was your first night together since summer break so you decided to have some fun at the nightclub near campus with a few of your friends. So much for good Christian morals. Everyone was drinking and dancing to the pulsating beats covered by profane language. Some kids were making out and some were talking. You missed Taeyong when you looked at the couples, you wanted to dance with him, to feel his hands all over you. “So my boyfriend and I had sex in the bathroom at Olive Garden over break!” Jessica yelled out over the music. You winced and tried to hide your displeasure at hearing the unnecessary confession. “Oh really? wow.” She had so much more experience than you did, and she knew this. While you had a strict Christian lifestyle back home, Jessica rebelled against it and did everything she wasn’t supposed to do.

She felt good when she talked about her sex life because she knew you couldn’t relate, but she didn’t know about Taeyong. You wanted to tell her how he fucked you with his tongue, but you didn’t, you’d only feel impure if you talked about it.

Luckily, your mutual friend Mark came up and disrupted the conversation before Jessica could go into the details. “Hey!! How are you guys?” Mark called out and hugged you both. You smiled widely and hugged him back, happy to see the cute dork. He pushed up his large round glasses and stuck his hands in his jeans.

Seeing him in a nightclub was strange. He was so innocent and sweet, you always felt a connection as he never had a girlfriend either and focused on church and studying. He was kind and just came back from his missionary trip in a country you forgot the name of. “I’m good! How was your summer overseas?” You asked excitedly. The three of your spoke before dancing together. Mark held your hand and spun you around in the typical flirtatious manner he always had. You two laughed and held each other, a bit tipsy from the alcohol.

You didn’t notice the pair of dark eyes that watched you from the bar. Taeyong drank you in, you wore a black body con dress that hugged your curves and had your hair messy for the first time. Your makeup was also darker than usual. You didn’t look so innocent anymore. He licked his lips and watched as you spoke to the man in front you. He was furious that the nerdy boy had touched you, hugged you. He hated the way he smiled and the way you looked at him like he was your entire world. He wanted to be the only man you looked at like that, so he knew he had to make it stop.

His anger took over, he knew he wouldn’t give a warning. ————— Classes start and it’s been three days since anyone has seen Mark. You were the closest to him so you asked his roommates if they’d seen him but they all shook their heads. You called and texted him but didn’t get a response. That was..until a few hours later. Mark sent a text back and you quickly unlocked your phone to open it. Your mouth dropped when you saw what it was. You quickly walked to the corner of a building on campus and watched the video. It was the same one that Taeyong took, the one of you fucking yourself on the leather seat in the practice room. You close the video and call him repeatedly until he answers, furious at what he had the audacity to send you. Then you heard the ringing sound stop and a breath over the line. “Mark?” You said quietly. There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to answer. “Hello, little mouse.” The voice answers. “..what did you just call me?” Your eyes widen. “Little mouse, you left me all alone..” the deep voice trailed, sending chills up your spine. “T-Taeyong..what did you do? Where’s Mark?” “Your boyfriend’s right here!” You heard Mark’s blood curdling scream and a few loud hits and cracks. Your eyes started to water when you heard the silence. You thought of what Taeyong did to the man at the fair and panicked. “Taeyong..please, don’t do this.” You beg. “How could you cheat on me?” “Cheat? What are you talking about, he’s my friend. And wait, we’re not even dating!” “Oh, sweetheart, you’re mine, I thought I made that very clear.” “Taeyong, you never texted or called me, I’m not yours and I never will be, you’re crazy!” You yelled into the phone, but Taeyong’s haunting chuckle overtook you. “Mmm..little mouse, you’ve gotten brave now, huh? Well..if he’s not your boyfriend and I’m not your boyfriend..I guess I’ll just get rid of him and leave you alone.” “No! Leave him alone!” “Why would I do that?” “Please..Taeyong, dont hurt him, he didn’t do anything wrong..this is my fault, I’m sorry I left you without saying anything.” “And what will you do to make up for it?” Taeyong asked and you paused. You knew what he wanted and you had to give it to him to free Mark. “Fine. I’ll do..whatever you want me to, Taeyong, just leave him alone please.” “I want you to live with me. I can’t breathe without you, little mouse. I need to feel you near me..if you’re too far away, I’m not sure what I’ll do..who I’ll hurt.” He was blackmailing you but what could you do? You had already gone too far. “I-I can’t do that...your life is completely different from my own...and you’re a gang—“ “Then say goodbye to Mark.” “No!” You started but Taeyong already hung up the phone. You hurriedly called the cops and tell them that someone called you from Mark’s phone. You delete the video but showed them the call.

You didn’t tell them who it was you spoke with, you simply said a strange man answered, but you hoped they would be able to track his phone and find Mark. You didn’t want to explicitly say it was Taeyong. But the information you gave them wasn’t enough, so they left and said they’d put out a missing persons report. When you got back to your dorm, you called Taeyong several times, he didn’t answer so you texted Taeyong after he declined them.

Taeyong knew you called the police because he watched the activity on your phone and heard your conversation. Taeyong used your phone number and gave it to his gang’s hacker, Taeil, so he knew who you called and who you texted after Taeil created a duplicate SIM card. He knew you didn’t tell the cops about him and smiled, thinking of how you protected him because you loved him. To Taeyong: please don’t hurt Mark, I take it back, I’ll live with you The guilt was eating away at your heart, you were terrified of what he’d do. Taeyong could’ve just given in and swooped you up that night, but he wanted to make himself clear, he’d hurt anyone that touched you. ———— You didn’t sleep that night.. you got up to go to class but walked by a crowd you saw gathering around the large cross that was seated in the center of campus. Some students turned away and cried, some students put their hands over their mouths. You finally looked up and saw what they did. It was Mark. Bloodied and bruised and tied to the large campus cross to turn it into a crucifix. He was nearly unrecognizable, it was his large round glasses and his favorite watermelon t-shirt that told you it was him. Your eyes started to tear up, your head started to spin, you knew who had done this and you couldn’t breathe. You looked away from Mark’s body as he barely breathed through a swollen lip. Both eyes were black and his hands and feet were swollen from the blood that had collected while he was tied there for what seemed to be hours.

You ran away and cried, unable to breathe. You brushed past campus medical and ran to a corner, where you bent over and screamed. How could he do this to one of your closest friends? Mark didn’t do anything, he was someone that was close to you and now Taeyong had hurt him, who knew what internal damage had been done. Mark only did great things for his community, unlike Taeyong who hurt everyone. And when you finally stopped crying, You were furious. You opened your phone and found Taeyong’s number. You knew you shouldn’t have cursed or wished ill on anyone, it’s not why you were taught, but you were just so mad. To Taeyong: fuck you. You closed the text box and blocked his phone number. You didn’t know that this infuriated and intrigued Taeyong. You weren’t his innocent little girl anymore, and while part of him was a bit hurt, he was more turned on by your sassiness.

He had no regrets for what he did to Mark, he only craved you more when you pushed yourself away from him because he knew that in the end, he’d get you, he’d have you under him, begging for him, loving him and no one else, for forever. Even if that meant hurting or killing everyone close to you. You sat in your room, locked your door and cried. You cursed yourself for not telling the cops about Taeyong. Why were you trying to protect him in the first place? Telling them about him now wouldn’t have made any sense. You had no idea where Taeyong was. They wouldn’t find him, you’d only waste their time again. You couldn’t talk to anyone about Taeyong, they’d say your crazy for letting it get this far. You held your face and thought of what to do, who could keep your information confidential? And then it clicked. You needed to go to the one place that always brought you peace when you had a lot on your mind. ———— Later that day, you went to the campus church, a large and ancient building with incredible high arches and velvet covered benches. You still cried softly as you kneeled in between the benches and prayed for a few minutes. You then went into the confessional box to speak with the priest. You sat on the small bench, resting your back against the walls and exhaling heavily. You couldn’t get the picture of Mark’s messed up face and body out of your mind. “Father..there’s a lot on my mind and my heart.” “Go on, my child.” “I put..my friends safety in great risk.” The tears started to come again as you choked up. “And now, he’s hurt..real bad.. and I know who hurt him..” You paused. “But I don’t know what to do Father..I think I love the man who hurt him, but I don’t know why..and now I can’t even face my friend who is in so much pain because of me.” You sniffled and wiped your eyes. “I’m a coward, father, please forgive me.. I’ve been lustful and ignorant..I’ve put myself before others.” You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. “Father, I don’t even know if I deserve forgiveness.” “My child..of course you deserve forgiveness. That’s why you are here..you’ve acknowledged your mistakes and now you can learn from them.”

His voice sounded weird, unnatural, but you didn’t question it. “This man..that you love..have you asked for his forgiveness?” Your eyes opened and your brows furrowed. “No, Father, he’s the reason why my friend is hurt, why should I ask for his forgiveness?” “But you’re the one who left him and drove him to violence..it could’ve been prevented if you just did what he asked, if you just went to him and loved him.” You raised your head and your mouth dropped. “I’m-I’m sorry Father, I’m not following.” There was a moment of silence, just the sound of your breathing filled the small booth. “Little mouse, when will you learn?” Taeyong’s voice spoke out from the box, the fake voice you had heard before disappearing. You jumped up and opened the door of the box to run out but Taeyong beat you to it and pushed you back inside. You fell onto the small bench before standing up and trying to push past Taeyong, you opened your mouth to scream but Taeyong quickly put a hand over your mouth while closing the door.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, keeping anyone else in the church from hearing anything. “Did you really think you could run away and block me?” “Why would you run away from the one that loves you the most?” Taeyong looked somber, genuinely hurt that you stayed away from him. He took his hand from your mouth when your eyes softened.

You breathed heavily. “How could you hurt my friend? I told you I’d do anything you wanted me to?” You cried as you remembered Mark’s bloody face. “I had to let everyone know that you’re mine, sweetheart, don’t you understand?” You shook your head and cried while he head your chin and stepped closer to you. “You’re crazy.” “No, little mouse, this is how people show their love for one another. Sacrifices have to be made for the betterment of the relationship.” You sniffled and you listened to the handsome man above you. “I hurt him..because he touched you, he tainted you that night at the club and I couldn’t stand it because I love you!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, unaware that he was at the club that night. “He’s my friend! We were having fun!” Your voice raised. He only smiled and ran his long fingers along the side of your face.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but please understand me...do you forgive me?” He leaned down and placed soft kisses on your neck.

He held your head, softly tugging your head back so he could kiss your collar bone. “Don’t you remember when I made you feel good?” His low voice spoke against your soft skin.

You whined quietly and leaned into him, you didn’t want him to stop. Your mind told you this was bad, but your body was saying something else.

“Yes.” “I can do that again..but only if you forgive me, do you?” Something about Taeyong was so intoxicating. His hot breath on your lips made you weak, he clouded your mind again and you no longer saw Mark’s bloody face.

You nodded without thinking it through. “Yes.” He pulled back and smiled. Something about his dark eyes in the dimly lit booth made him look dangerously handsome.

“Good..now I have to forgive you for leaving me...how will you gain my forgiveness? What will you do for me, little mouse?” You looked up at him questioningly.

His lips were just centimeters away from yours, you wanted to feel them again.

“I-I’ll do anything.” You let out as you struggled to focus on forming complete sentences. His closeness was driving you crazy in the small booth.

The warmth of his body on yours and his touch made you want more. He gave you a wicked smile. “my sweet girl, there is one thing that has been on my mind.. but only if you’re ready can we do it.” You nodded, already knowing what he was referring to. You wanted it too and his closeness to you only brought out the craving you had weeks ago the last time you were together. “I’m ready.” Taeyong smiled and kissed your neck while he ran a hand up your thigh. He sucked hard to leave a colorful mark on your perfect skin. Your head fell back against the wall behind you and you pushed your body closer to his, feeling his bulge through his jeans. You moaned quietly when he placed his finger tips over your underwear, pushing the outward frills of your plaid skirt up so he could hold your skin. “Taeyong—what if someone walks in?” You breathily let out. He rolled hips into yours with his head still buried in the crook of your neck. “They’ll see how good I make you feel, baby. Now, put your legs around my waist.” Taeyong our two hands in your butt and lifted you up so that your legs wrapped around him. He pinned you to the wall to keep you up. He loved seeing you like this in your plaid skirt, white dress shirt, knee highs and pink bow tie. You’re an innocent girl ready to be fucked in the confessional booth in a church, and that drove him wild. “Unbutton your shirt, sweetheart.” His mouth watered as he pulled away and looked at you. His low eyes watching you breathe heavily. You did as he said while he hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down. His dick sprung up out of the restricted clothing and hit your thigh. He lowered his head back to your boobs and suck the top. “Taeyong—“ You breathily moaned his name as you felt his wet, tongue on your skin and felt his stiff member on your thigh so close to your throbbing entrance. You heard the people in the church move about like they would on any other day. They had no idea that you we’re committing a sin within the walls of the house of God.

It felt wrong, but it felt good. Taeyong pushes your bra down and your boobs spill out to reveal your hard nipples.

He sucks them, licking and pinching them lightly whisk you cry out his name. “Tell me what you want, do you like that?” He let out in a sultry voice, making you whimper and close your eyes. You felt your legs start to waver as your heat grew. “Yes, Taeyong, please.” You begged and ran a hand through his hair. He backs away slightly and holds his cock, he smirks while he watches your low eyes and parted lips. He knew you’d be begging for this and it turned him on even more. He uses his other hand to push your panties aside then rubs his tip on your clit and along your folds. You moan loudly and hold his shoulder, the feeling making you twitch under him. “Tell me how bad you want it.” Taeyong whispered into your ear, still rubbing his length along your wet opening. He takes a nipple into your mouth again. “Please..Taeyong.” You run a hand down his back to pull him closer to you. “Say it, little mouse. What do you want me to do?” He’s pushing you to the point of begging and you didn’t care. “Please, Taeyong, please fuck me.” That’s all he needed to hear. He pushed into you slowly. He knows it’s your first time so you’re tight. He watches you and waits for you to get used to the new feeling. You cry out at the pain and close your eyes. When you feel like you’ve finally adjusted you nod, and he pushes into you again, this time he rubs your clit. “Relax, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” “Oh.my God.” You feel tears run down your cheek as he stretches you out and pushes even further into your body, driving you up the wall. He holds your waist to keep your firm against him. He groans and looks down at your small pussy stretching around him.

“Fuck, so tight, baby.” He lets out then watches as he pulls out, his thumb still rubbing circles. You wince as he pushes back in and breathe heavily. “Good girl.” He kisses your lips as he starts to move in and out of you slowly. He pushed into you deep every time and almost pulls out completely. Your dig into his back through his thin t shirt with your nails as he drives your body up the wall of the confessional. Something about the fact that you, the daughter of a pastor, was being fucked in a church by the man they called the grim reaper pushed you further to your climax. It was all so hot. He moves faster as you get even more wet, allowing him to slip in and out easily. Your head falls back and your mouth opens as your moans get louder.You ran your hands along his toned arms as he kisses your neck sloppily. “Taeyong!” You call out his name as the lewd sounds of him pounding into your wet entrance grows and your hand moves faster. You close your legs tightly around his waist. He puts a hand over your mouth to stop your moans as he hits your g spot repeatedly. He nearly goes crazy himself with the feeling of your tight, velvety walls clenching around him. You felt so good around him, it was even better than he had dreamed of. And now hearing your high pitched moans as you sinned for him, drove him to the edge. He kissed your neck and pushed into you hard while still covering your wet mouth with his hand.

Your boobs jumped up and down as he fucked you against the wall. His back was covered in scratch marks as you finally released onto him.

Your body shook while he still pushed into you hard. Your muffled cries quieted down and he kept moving but he let go of your mouth and watched it fall open. The sight of your drooling for him and making quiet, mousy sounds as he fucked you silly, made him realize he was about to cum. He pulled out of quickly and you slid down the wall and onto the small bench. You looked up at him through wet eyes while he pumped his cum out of his long dick. “Open wide.” You opened your mouth and watched as the long strings of cum left his dick and entered your mouth. He moved his hand all over it and made sure that your mouth was covered in his essence. He grunted as some leaked out and coated your chin. He tapped his tip on your tongue while getting out the last amount. You licked it before he pulled away. “Swallow.” You swallowed and closed your eyes, still focused on the feeling of losing your virginity. Taeyong held your hand after zipping his jeans up and cleaning your chin with his thumb. “I love you..don’t ever leave me again.” He held your head in his hand and pulled you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, feeling your sensitive body tremble while he touched you softly. You felt good, so good as the post-sex buzz roared through your body. You wanted to be with him forever and to feel him again and again. But why did you feel like something bad was bound to happen?

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peachyteabuck · 5 years ago

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got sacks, goldman

summary: a commission for @caroldantops (aka my LOVE), who asked for “carol danvers x reader with pet play”

pairing: ceo carol danvers x reader

words: 2,517

trigger warnings: pet play, degradation, cock warming, brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, daddy kink

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“What, kitten?” Carol tsks without looking up from her paperwork. “What are you whining about now?”

You slink away from the cage door, pouting in the corner farthest from her. As you move, the tiny silver bells on your collar (the ones just below the tiny lace bow, attached to the matching silver nameplate that says property of Carol in fancy cursive script) jingle unceremoniously and remind of why you’re currently locked in a perfectly pink cage with your hands behind your back with matching pink, fur-lined cuffs and an equally pink sleeping mask keeping you shrouded in darkness. Your knees, bare as the rest of you, dig into the thick stack of blankets that line the floor of the cage.

“You’ve only been in time-out for what,” you can hear her tapping the face of the bedazzled Rolex watch on her left wrist, sighing deeply and dramatically as he does so. “A few hours? Are you really that much of a baby you can’t stand it?”

You do your best to pout with wide eyes and your bottom lip out as far as it can go, desperate for sympathy. Carol just got back from a business trip yesterday morning (one you had not been allowed to go on) and you were left to fend for yourself in her home. It had been terribly lonely, so much so you were willing to touch yourself – thereby breaking one of Carol’s very strict rules. You deserve this, you know you do, but somehow you still find yourself whining and desperate to be freed. Somehow you can hear her rolling her eyes, her annoyance at your indignation tinting her words. “Fine, you can sit on my cock while I finish this if you promise to be good, alright?”

You nod and make happy noises high in your throat as you hear your owner undoing the lock and opening the cage. Obediently, you wait for her to take the mask from your eyes and give you permission to exit the cage.

It takes a few blinks for you to adjust to the flood of low light, sitting on your heels as you wait for further permission. Carol frees her strap from its confines under her sweatpants (she has the day off, no need to perform femininity for those not watching) before snapping her fingers in your direction.

“Come up, kitten,” she says, still not looking at you. Her eyes are narrowed as if she’s reading fine print, but part of you think it’s just to tease you. “Come warm my cock for later.”

You shiver – no, vibrate – in delight and abide, crawling into her lap and lowering yourself onto the thick strap on with surprising ease.

Carol laughs, shaking her head as she rolls her eyes. Still, she does not look at you. “God, your tight little cunt is nearly dripping, isn’t it? Just a little slut always desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?”

You nod, burying your face into Carol’s neck. She’s wearing a hoodie, one from her college days, and you welcome the soft fabric against your feverish skin. It smells like her, of her favorite brand of Old Spice – the thick heavy scent - intertwined with her favorite cologne and those fancy three-wick candles she adores so much. If you could melt, you would’ve done it right then and there. “Yes, Daddy.”

She hms above you and kisses the top of your head before going back to her inches-thick stack of work.

The cock she’s wearing is huge, long and girthy and filling you full; it doesn’t take long for you to start drooling onto the deep maroon fabric you’ve attempted to bury yourself in. Carol notices this, because of course she does, and shifts to grab a sticky note from the far end of her desk.

You moan as the strap shifts with her, clutching the arms of her hoodie and the neck of her hoodie and the sleeves of her hoodie and the worn college logo on the hoodie and, and-

“You’re so sensitive, darling,” Carol laughs lowly as she moves in her chair once more. “Such a little cockslut, aren’t you?”

You don’t disagree. In fact, you don’t say anything. With your whole front pressed into the thick fabric and those stupid bells finally inert you can somehow think for the first time since early that morning, since Carol woke you up with cold metal on the small of your back and her kissing your forehead intertwined with whispers of “I know what you did, Kitten, I always know…”

The plug in your ass keeps you impossibly wet, the white fluffy tail swishing every time you try to find your own pleasure. Every few minutes Carol will pet down from your hairline to the base of the tail, tugging at it a little and making you moan.

It becomes a game between you and her, where you’ll stay as still as possible and Carol will do her best to see that you break her rules so she can make fun of you.

The only problem with this is that Carol, a woman who runs a Fortune 500 company and therefore is very busy, doesn’t get much done. She’s got deadlines, lots of them, and you ruining her sweatpants doesn’t lend itself to focusing on meeting them and keeping the Board from breathing down her neck like a pack of vultures.

With a slap on your ass she sends you away, instructing you to wait in your proper spot. You yelp at the emptiness of your pussy and wish to grip at Carol’s clothes so her body remains flush to yours, but eventually slink away without any further begging – petrified of stepping out of line.

The tail moves behind you as you crawl up across the hall to your shared bedroom. There, next to the bed, you sit back on your heels and wait.

You want to be obedient, want to wait patiently and silently for Carol to come greet you and allow you onto the bed. But it’s hard, so hard because you’re wet and desperate for her and all you want is her fingers in you or your mouth on her or her mouth on you or your mouth on her cock or her cock in you or something better than the nothingness you’re currently swimming in. You try to stare at the details of the paintings, photos, clutter around the room – try to find something to focus on, like the pile of your clothes that had been there since Carol came home last night and caught you misbehaving…but it’s not much to distract you from the ache in your center.

It feels like hours later when you hear Carol shut her office door and walk to the bedroom, the sound of her feet against the hardwood making your heart jump.

She smiles when she sees you on the floor, following the rules like a good little kitten.

“Up the bed,” she tells you. You follow orders, climbing onto the California king and laying on your back with your arms at your sides.

“Does my kitten want me to fuck her?” Carol asks, running her perfectly manicured nails over your ribs as she speaks.

“Yes, Daddy,” you gasp out, desperate for something, anything to fill your aching pussy. “Daddy, please I want you to fuck me!”

Carol just smiles languidly, still tracing the bruises from the night previous and random patterns over your chest. “You’re so cute when you’re desperate,” she laughs as she pinches one of your nipples and you gasp in pain. “And so reactive…”

You’re nearly pleading now, words you don’t recognize falling from your lips like some sort of cultish prayer.

“What’s that?” Carol coos. She gropes at your bare breasts and you nearly start crying.

“Daddy please fuck me I’ve been so good I’ll be good I promise Daddy please!”

Carol fake pouts, pushing your hair from your sweaty face. “Alright, kitten, but only because you’ve been so good. Now, flip over and get this ass up in the air.”

You do as you’re told, eagerly sticking out your tail and trying to grind it against her. You’re met with a simple, quick SLAP! to your ass, yet you still can’t help but moan at the contact.

Carol laughs, and you can somehow feel her rolling her eyes. “Such a slut,” she mumbles as she lines her cock up with your pussy. “Such a fucking slut. But only for me, right? Only a little cock whore for me?”

You nearly purr when Carol enters you – her agonizingly slow place making you want to scream and whine and claw at her back. You moan unabashedly, pushing back against her.

“Yes! Daddy, I’m your little cockslut!”

Carol grabs you by your hair, bunching it up in a fist and pulling your back flush to her chest. The bells jingle once again. You gasp but don’t touch– terrified of disappointing her.

The woman behind you notices, because if she doesn’t watch your every move and analyze it like stock or whatever the fuck it is she does, she wouldn’t be Carol Fucking Danvers. She’s spent years training you, spent countless hours inside of you. Of course she’d notice if you disobeyed one of her biggest rules – sluts are not allowed to touch without permission. It’s why you were in that damned cage, it’s why eight months ago she locked you in the cage for a week, only feeding you the scraps from her plate by hand. She’d spent every night edging you until you cried, then wouldn’t touch you until the next night, when the cycle started over once again.

“Good little kitten, so good at following rules today aren’t we? Being a good little kitten for Daddy?”

You nod, nearly panting as Carol fills you. “Yes, Daddy.”

Carol bites your neck hard enough to leave bruises. She doesn’t stop fucking you as she does, and you can feel her toothy grin on your skin as she continues to thrust.

As quickly as you were pulled against her you’re shoved back onto the bed once again, face smashed against the expensive, mused sheets. Carol pins one arm behind your back and the other above your head, pressing down on them for leverage as she fucks into you deeper, harder, faster.

If you could speak, you’d probably beg for more, more faster please Daddy I’ve been so good I’ve been so good all day Daddy I’ll do anything I’ll do anything you want Daddy please fuck me harder-

But you can do no such thing, as anything leaving your lips sounda closer to choked gasps and moans than coherent language. Somewhere, through the blood rushing in your ears, you can hear Carol mocking you from above.

“Can’t even speak Daddy’s fucking you so good, huh?” She laughs, almost out of breath from how hard her hips are snapping into you. “Such a little cockslut you can’t even speak, right? If I knew this was all I needed to do to shut you up I wouldn’t taken this pussy earlier this morning.” She punctuates her words with slaps to your ass, making your burning skin even hotter. The tight coil in your stomach is close, so close to exploding inside of you. Carol can tell, too, can tell you’re so close you can practically taste it – your teeth and tip of your tongue and in your throat. She lets go of the hand holding your arm behind your back and reaches around to rib at your clit.

“C’mon kitten,” she coos in your ear. “Cum for Daddy.”

Her words are all it takes you for to fall apart like a building torn apart by an earthquake – shaking, its core ripped apart and crumbling onto the ground as if the concrete building, as if your flesh and bones and muscles were structurally sound as a dried rose.

Same as a natural disaster, though, Carol doesn’t stop just because you’re laying there limp, destroyed, begging for mercy from the onslaught of power above you. She continues to drive into you, grabbing at your hair again to keep you close. Tears stream down your face at the overstimulation, your babbling becoming louder as the skyscraper inside you rebuilds itself so it can be torn down once more. Carol shoves three fingers into your mouth, ones covered in the thick, dry scene of you. You suck on them, hoping it’ll bring you reprieve.

Unfortunately, you’ve never been very lucky.

Carol speaks into your skin between kisses. “Just one more, kitten, then I’ll let you go. Okay, love? Can you give me one more?” The tears don’t stop as you nod, whimpering something that resembles a yes Daddy before burying your head into the sheets once more.

Her thrusts are much sloppier this time, less directly punishing and more about establishing control. You cum with three spit-covered fingers circling your clit and your juices soaking Carol’s grey sweatpants, your body collapsing onto the bed with one final scream.

You gasp when Carol pulls her cock from you, both at the emptiness and the rush of cold air that bites at your skin. She leaves you for a moment, just a moment, to run to the bathroom; to strip out of the comfy clothes she’ll have to wash and into comfy clothes of which are clean.

When she returns she flips you onto your back, watching your chest heave and your skin seat.

“You good, baby?” Carol coos as she wipes a cool cloth over your center. You hiss at the sensation.

A tense mmhm is all you can get out with your grit teeth and eyes screwed shut. Your whole body is on fire but also on ice and it’s stiff but lacks what structure you assume you skeleton is supposed to provide. You lay there, boneless, waiting for whatever it is Carol wishes to do with you now.

“Good. It’ll be over soon baby, I promise,” Carol peppers her sentence with tiny, featherlight kisses along your forehead, hairline, nose. They’re sweet, and you’d smile if you could control your facial expressions.

You stay quiet (except for the occasional squeaks) as you’re cleaned off and the plug is removed from your ass. Carol makes you drink cold water and forces you to let her rub you down with lotion that’s definitely way too expensive and smells like a field of genetically modified roses. Once you’re dressed in one of her worn shirts and a pair of clean cotton panties, she finally lets you curl up into her chest.

She runs her nimble fingers through your sweaty hair, humming some pop song from a playlist one of her interns insists on listening to in her office. You fall asleep easily, snoring lightly.

“You’re so cute,” Carol mumbles to herself. “I love you so much.”

You, already deep asleep, do not respond. The woman wrap around you allows unconsciousness to follow soon after, the pair of you drifting off as the sun sets through the large window across the expansive bedroom.

#carol danvers x reader #lukis does commissions #lukis writes stuff #ceo danvers #captain marvel x reader

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 years ago

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can you please do prompt #24? i also wanna say that i love all of your work and you’re an amazing writer !

Thanks very much to both of you for two great prompts, which, as @spiderman-homecomeme pointed out to me, make so much sense to combine!!

12. We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town

24. You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you

our love is a bagel

Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle) Rating: E Word count: 6395

Summary:

Thanks to a (mortifying) freak accident, Peter Parker comes back into Michelle's life, nine years after their high-school breakup. And this encounter isn't a one-time thing; it looks like she'll be seeing more of him. He's already seen way too much of her.

The windows are painted shut. Even if MJ wanted to open them, the semi-historic status of her walk-up forbids it. She might’ve given them a testing press when she moved in two years ago, but she hasn’t fucked with them since and assumes they’re basically immovable.

She discovers they aren’t when Sadie thrusts into her so hard that the damn thing swings open with a pop! to leave MJ dangling over the sill, four floors above street level.

Naturally, she screams.

So she’s screaming and naked and falling out a window and because the situation’s so dire, Sadie’s trying to hug her closer to pull her back in. Of course, she’s still wearing the damn strap-on, meaning MJ’s screams are alternating in tone a little as the other woman’s hips slam into hers. They’re both slick with sweat and the only rational thought that manages to enter MJ’s mind is that she never should’ve given in to Sadie’s slight kink for exhibitionism and braced her hands against that fucking windowpane.

Her heart’s pounding and everything’s slanting from embarrassing to urgent and, of course, in this city, that’s when Spider-Man usually shows up. Which he does. But he doesn’t come swinging across the skyline or climbing up the wall on his fingertips. The window next door bangs open and he scrambles out, darts sideways, maybe hesitates a split-second in shock (she’s too panicked to be sure), then catches MJ around the waist. The only fortunate thing is that, in the moment of rescue where he tussles against gravity, Sadie’s dildo slips out of her, meaning there’s less to be mortified about. There’s just her total nudity, the visible slipperiness on her thighs, and, of course, her fuck-buddy standing there with a sex toy coated in MJ’s arousal. Besides those things, it’s a completely comfortable situation in which to run into an ex-boyfriend after nine years of silence.

Only she can’t acknowledge that she knows him. Not as Peter Parker. She and Sadie hook up in a way that’s casual but also somewhat regular―enough that Sadie knows to bring the dildo with the circular grooves and MJ preps by filling both of her ice cube trays, but not nearly enough to ever warrant giving away Peter’s secret. She wouldn’t. She lacks the motivation. Things didn’t end badly so much as abruptly when they realized they’d be attending colleges in two different states and that neither of them was really mature enough to commit to long distance at the start of such a monumentally new stage of their lives. So Peter’s just the neighbourhood hero (when did he move back?) and Sadie’s the blonde in the grey cotton bra (they haven’t gotten to the part where MJ runs ice cubes over her nipples yet) and the gooey strap-on. Two strangers. And MJ standing between them trying to think of a way to play this off as not strange at all.

Luckily, Peter’s still more awkward than she’ll ever be; he goes, “Oh, um, ok. Ma’am,” salutes, and climbs hastily back out her window. MJ sees him go up, towards the roof, and feels the familiar gratitude that he’s taking just enough care of himself to recognize that he shouldn’t return next door while Sadie’s a witness. Then her legs become broken stilts beneath her and she wobbles to the floor.

“What the fuck!” Sadie erupts.

She unfastens and hurls the strap-on aside (right onto MJ’s clean sheets―she’s asked Sadie not to do that), then rushes to the window, trying to make it close the way it did before. It shuts, at least. MJ plans to do whatever it takes to fake that the historic painted-shut window was never disturbed. Double-sided tape maybe. Or that cheese sauce she makes by hand. That always turns out pretty gluey. Her worry over both the window and her bedding fades when Sadie crouches in front of her and smooths the hair back from her face. She does like Sadie after all. Sadie’s Sadie, but she’s also Sadie: undeniably and reassuringly present as well as freakishly aware of MJ’s moods. MJ can feel her own dazed expression.

“That was nuts. Are you alright?”

“As long as I am actually alive and not lying naked on the sidewalk with my head cracked open,” MJ says, her sarcasm quiet but present.

“I’m sure there’s not a scratch on you. That masked bastard is pretty quick.”

This is a compliment.

“Yeah, he… must’ve been close by,” she agrees carefully.

“Must’ve.”

Ok, so Sadie can’t have seen Peter spring out of the neighbour’s window like a jack-in-the-box. Either the angle was wrong or she was a little caught up in her own attempts to haul MJ to safety. Whichever it was, MJ’s relieved.

“Can I get you a drink of water?” Sadie asks, touching MJ’s cheek in a way that’s more practiced than tender. She’s an ultrasound technician. “I’m gonna get you a drink of water.”

On her way out of the bedroom, she picks up her underwear and sweatpants, lines them up, and steps into both layers at the same time, like a firefighter. Well. That confirms the suspicion she created with the way she felt MJ’s face―they won’t be getting to the ice. Their current rendezvous is over. Something about near-death or the intrusion of a strange man has blown Sadie’s lust away like a cloud past the sun. Which sucks because MJ was super horny when she texted her faithful booty call and was anticipating good results from the pressure and speed of Sadie’s thrusts before historic New York vibe-checked MJ in the present.

The water is presented and Sadie has the good grace (or just tactful bedside manner) to pull MJ up to sit on the mattress before she reminds her that she’s about to take off by throwing on her t-shirt. Sadie shrugs as MJ gulps (wow, she is thirsty―hanging out an open window will really take it outta you), then MJ shrugs as she wipes her mouth. It’s not a big deal. The mood’s past and they aren’t and have never been a couple. Sadie won’t ask to stick around so they can make dinner together and MJ won’t invite her to. Still, she’s not going yet, which must mean MJ looks pretty scared. How to tell her it wasn’t the window but the guy who came through it? This is not the kind of conversation they have. Sadie reaches across the bed to grab the strap-on and pulls the sheet over in the same motion, trying to put it around MJ’s shoulders, but it’s twisted and stiff from being lately washed and doesn’t want to go higher than her waist.

“I’m not in shock,” MJ promises. Sadie gives her a look. “I’m not.”

“Well, you look… not like yourself.”

“How do I normally look?”

“After this?” she asks, waving the sex toy. “Sweaty and radiant.”

“So then it’s your fault for stopping just because of a minor issue with the window.”

Sadie snorts at this nonsense.

“You still sound like yourself anyway. Snarky and demanding.”

“Only in bed.”

“I only know you in bed,” Sadie jokes back in a more intimate tone. It’s only mostly true. She cares. They’ve been doing this a while.

A minute goes by as MJ tucks the sheet around herself and Sadie watches her like she might pass out.

“I didn’t mean demanding,” Sadie belatedly corrects. “Confident. Powerful. A good feminist who knows what she wan―”

“Shut up. It always makes me uncomfortable when you start being nice to me. With your mouth,” MJ corrects when her hook-up raises an eyebrow. “With your mouth when you’re speaking complimentary words,” she says, mock-irritated after Sadie lifts the other eyebrow too.

“Will you be alright?”

“I’m already fine. Shitty windows and Spider-Man are just part of the NYC experience,” she says to Sadie, an out-of-towner. MJ can’t remember where she’s from originally and they don’t do much small talk these days.

“I actually didn’t think he was anymore. Hasn’t he, like, not been around here for a while?”

“Hasn’t he?” MJ stares at the wall and tries to sound disinterested.

“It’s cool that he’s back, but if I see him again, I hope it’s under different circumstances.”

“Because you don’t want me to have an untimely death, right?”

“Oh, is that what you thought I meant? No, I was just wishing I’d been dressed.” But Sadie kisses MJ’s forehead to counteract her harsh reply. It’s different from the way she usually says goodbye―with a quick swat on the ass. She stands, finds her shoes and phone, and turns to go.

“Put that thing in a plastic bag or something,” MJ instructs, rubbing her forehead at the way Sadie just lets the unwashed strap-on swing at her side.

“‘That thing,’” Sadie echoes, offended, as she grabs a grocery bag from the back of MJ’s door. “As if Huge Jackman’s never done anything for you.”

“Stop calling it that.”

“Huge Jackman.”

“You’re fucked up,” MJ informs her lightly.

“Maybe so.” Sadie salutes in the style of Spider-Man. (MJ flinches on the inside from the deeper feelings trying to surface while outwardly rolling her eyes.) “Take ‘er easy.”

“Get home safe.”

With a wave exchanged, Sadie leaves the room. MJ hears her close the main door of the apartment behind her. She wriggles into an enormous crewneck sweatshirt and makes herself get up to lock it. Then, she rattles around in her bedside drawer for her vibrator and goes back to bed, determined to drive Peter Parker out of her head and back into her past.

―

It doesn’t take long to determine that her ex-boyfriend didn’t just happen to be next door when Sadie’s hips launched her through a window, nor was he visiting a friend. He lives there. The wall that encloses MJ’s bedroom on one side encloses one of the rooms of his apartment on the other. As for details on what’s brought him back to the city after his years in Denver (as she heard through Ned a few times before they drifted without having their closeness to Peter in common anymore), she’s both burningly curious and dedicated to appearing like she couldn’t care less.

It gives her mixed feelings that she and Peter run into each other a lot. The first time, they meet on the stairs in their building and he’s carrying a cardboard box. They don’t speak beyond an awkward greeting and Peter blurting out the obvious: “I just moved in!” He could probably stand there holding the box all day without his arms getting tired―MJ can’t help that her eye is drawn to the way his biceps stuffed into his sleeves look like cats do in pictures where they’ve wriggled into the sleeves of their owners’ sweaters―but they don’t prolong the encounter. The second time, MJ’s coming home when she sees Peter step out his door and hastily fishes her phone from her purse, pretending to be on a call. They nod to each other and he looks like he might try to say something to her, phone call or not, but he never does. Once she’s in her apartment, she wonders if she threw him off by addressing her fake call to the first name that popped into her head: May. Which, of course, is the name of Peter’s beloved aunt. MJ’s really excelling at convincing Peter that his proximity has no effect on her. If he’s wondering.

She would be, in his position, she thinks. Were she the one who’d been gone such a long time and suddenly presented with a former acquaintance as a next-door neighbour, she would wonder what the other person thought of her moving in. It should be a gift, in a city this size. Their particular history shouldn’t matter more than the value of having a neighbour you can trust to turn down their music to a respectful decibel, or keep their place clean so they don’t attract roaches to your shared part of the building, or not snitch to the landlord when you pop a historic window like bubble wrap. For fuck’s sake, they’ve been strangers to the events of each other’s daily lives longer than they were ever friends! Way longer than they were dating. What would make the most sense would be to slip back into an easy friendship now, make an effort before too many weeks go by and the habit of avoiding his eye when they pass each other in the hall or on the stairs becomes irreversible. So what if he saw her totally naked? Being Spider-Man has to be sorta like being a doctor―you see so much shit, including naked people, that it barely even registers. Just part of the job. It’s not as though her front door was unlocked and he walked in as Peter Parker to see Sadie screwing her. Anything he sees as Spider-Man shouldn’t count.

He never saw her naked as Peter. The fact that they didn’t get to anything beyond over-the-clothes touching was something she was glad of when they broke up. In her mind, it made them less connected. It was supposed to make him easier to forget. That worked pretty well for a lot of years, all that time MJ spent keeping distance between them, assuming it was what they would both want, because distance was enough to split them up. As long as she maintained the distance, it proved that breaking up was the right thing. They wanted to be separate and not together, so that’s how they would be. But now he’s living next door.

She doesn’t know if there’s a way to be distant and sharing a wall. The friends thing seems like the best plan. She’ll start them on the right path. Now. Tonight. Putting her hair down, then up again, then back down with only her uneasy reflection for guidance, she finally makes herself walk out of her apartment.

Peter’s at his door, just coming home by the looks of it. Perfect. He has his back to her and it’s a fairly broad back these days, broad enough to hide the petite woman MJ sees when she’s close. Peter has one hand on the key he’s turning in the lock and the other in the woman’s back pocket, presumably squeezing her ass. MJ doesn’t look long enough to know. Her eyes catch Peter’s when she passes and he glances up at the sound of footsteps. It’s likely that her expression of determination has writhed into panic. Of course, she can’t speak to him now, in front of his girlfriend or whatever this woman is to him, so MJ continues straight down the hall like she never intended to stop at his door. Ask how he’s doing. His aunt. Ned. Laugh about the circumstances of him rescuing her. About old times. Old feelings.

Old? Those feelings are ancient. MJ works harder to convince herself with every minute she spends standing alone in the stairwell, waiting to creep back to her apartment.

―

MJ texts Sadie to hook up more frequently, then not at all when she worries about being needy, which just makes Sadie tell her that there’s spontaneous and then there’s erratic, and Sadie does not need erratic in her life right now. Sobered by this assertion, MJ steadies herself and they go back to fucking once every week or two. While Sadie’s eating her out, MJ remembers Peter’s hand in that woman’s pocket and squeezes her eyes shut tightly.

She continues to see him. More than she sees any of their other neighbours. Lucky them, having such compatible schedules. It’s officially been long enough that she’s weird now―weirder than fake calls and hiding in stairwells―and he’s weird too. She doesn’t get it. Her stumbling across him bringing a guest back to his apartment is not on par with him finding her and her guest right in the middle of the act. How to make friends with Peter the neighbour when the silent crush she nurtured in high school miraculously bloomed into four months of dating, when she blushed as he linked his fingers with hers, and when, now, he brings five different women to his apartment in a span of three weeks? She learns that the room on the other side of the wall is Peter’s bedroom. Not knowing was preferable to the thumps, the high-pitched sounds. He’s either a talented lay or goes to bed with a lot of liars.

The next time Sadie comes over, MJ yanks the door open to meet her and folds around her, right there in the hallway, as they make out. Sadie rolls with it. That only makes MJ feel guiltier; the longer they’re in the hall, the greater the chance that Peter will see them. He’ll bear witness to her not being alone either. Her motives are shameful and she does secret penance, using up her ice, concentrating hard when she fingers Sadie and feels her uncomplicated panting on her neck.

But MJ’s never ahead of it, this weird feeling of lagging as she tries to reposition herself, Peter, the distance that belongs to them. One morning, she gets up at five to buy fresh bread from a farmer’s market instead of a grocery store and returns to their building, their floor, to find Peter receiving early-morning neck kisses in his open doorway from a short, black-haired man (a departing one-night stand, by the intimacy, by the fact of Peter’s pajamas) who mumbles in quiet, passionate Italian against MJ’s neighbour’s skin while she tries to get into her apartment as quickly as possible. She bites into a loaf without cutting it, then tears a messy chuck away to slather the still-warm interior with butter. Bread is possibly her only true friend on this earth.

Is she funny or is she just sad? Her brain seems faster, practicing how quickly it can distract itself whenever she sees Peter. She’s never not thought about him so much. Not sleeping together in high school begins to feel like a mistake. There’s a pain in her foot that she goes to her doctor about, only to be more or less told that she’s imagining it, that stress is manifesting as this random bastard foot pain. It could be true. She could need a new doctor. The compromise is to quit wearing this particular pair of flats she hates anyway and only owns for work. MJ next leaves her apartment in old high-tops, feeling tired and distrustful and therefore sure to make someone laugh today with some quip. Peter laughs before she says a word.

“Sorry, they just gave me such a flashback,” he tells her, slowing his steps to climb the stairs, putting his head level with her face instead of her shoes. “They look like the ones you used to wear.”

“Same ones.”

“Really?”

“I like how they’re broken in.”

“Where’s the line between ‘broken in’ and ‘worn out’?” Peter wonders with a smile.

My forehead, probably, MJ thinks. She shrugs. How strange that he’s here, standing on the same step she is. She’s gotten so used to not interacting that he started to seem like a ghost. The kind where they tolerate each other in their space, an understanding between realms. The kind that only really forces acknowledgement certain nights. A banging comes through the wall.

“You wanna grab a bagel or something? What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing,” she tells him, though she’s the one heading out and he’s the one heading home. “Let’s get a bagel.”

What’s amazing is how flat Peter’s been in her head―dimensionless enough to slip between a pair of receipts she kept for tax purposes and then forgot to throw away. The roundness of him over bagels is startling. He’s a rotating bookshelf, revolving and packed with stories she’s never heard. While he’s talking about mountains, a poppyseed stuck between his front teeth, MJ understands that she’s going to text Sadie after this and end things. She plants her elbows on the table, feeling as much on home turf as though she grew up in this little breakfast dive. The elbow’s in something sticky; MJ tips coffee onto a paper napkin and cleans herself with that, always watching Peter. He’s a new person with the original guy still inside. He’s sweet. Maybe their distance is like the center of this bagel she’s finishing slowly: not a gulf, just a hole in the middle of a circle. They don’t need to bridge two parts, just quit being numb to their connection. But all those women. That man, with his Romance language. When it’s over and she walks out ahead of him, she feels like he’s leaving for Colorado all over again, even as he’s right at her back, catching the door so it doesn’t bang into him because she let go too soon. It was heavy.

Sadie’s Sadie. MJ calls instead of texting and finds that she’s crying on a park bench, thankful for the hot sun on the back of her neck and the silence of her plentiful tears. Sadie will miss her, no more or less. Only at the end is MJ realizing that this will be a loss. Feelings aren’t simple. Someone has cared about her and been happy to see her name appear on their phone. Her vagina is the sole part of her that didn’t struggle with the ‘casual’ half of ‘casual sex,’ but her vagina is also not interested in taking the call. She rides the bus home and a man wheels a suitcase over her foot.

That night, MJ cooks to jazz, shrimp sticking in the pan, noodles soft. The smoke alarm sings back at her for her attempts to make garlic bread in the toaster oven. There’s a rapid knock at her door. She eyes the smoke detector, then leaves it. It’s Peter at the door.

“I heard the alarm. Do you need help?”

“I…”

The collar of his t-shirt is oddly limp, like it’s been stretched aside. There’s a smear of lipstick low on his neck. MJ angles out of her doorway and looks sideways. Huh. There’s a woman poking her head out of Peter’s doorway too.

“Sensitive smoke detector,” she tells him with a tight, apologetic smile. “Not exactly a disaster.”

“Oh, did you burn something? Do you wanna come over and eat with… us?”

He seems to remember about the woman then and looks uncomfortable. MJ lets him feel that for a minute. She allows him to look at her while that uncomfortable feeling surges inside him like a rising tide. Why should he be uncomfortable?

“No,” MJ says bluntly. “I don’t.”

Peter nods and backs away.

―

Over the next two weeks, he still has guests in his apartment. She doesn’t always see the moment of arrival or departure, but she’ll hear him put music on―something, as a teenager, he only ever did to be attentive to other people―or have to plug her ears to the thudding against the wall. What changes is the shifty way he looks at her when they see each other. He looks like he expects to get in trouble. Does he think she’s angry at him? She isn’t, honestly, just a keen observer.

MJ’s been bringing herself under the lens, witnessing her own reactions. Her relationship with love is better than she thought. Specifically, when she stayed and Peter left, she thought love was something she didn’t need. She was younger and now she’s older and ready to accept some silly things she scorned at eighteen. That love isn’t one shot, but sometimes many, many chances. That the same love can come around again like a merry-go-round horse. That you can fall in love young and never really forget it, even if you didn’t say it out loud, at the time or ever. Though love is closeness, love is also absence. Distance. Yes, love can live in distance, with a little air and a little sun. What’s time to truth? What’s geography?

Waiting for Peter makes MJ feel sure of herself. There’s nothing to be angry about.

On a Sunday morning, she’s putting actual effort into trying to get the window to close properly when she hears a familiar pop. Gingerly, she presses her window open and looks over to see Peter resting his forearms on the sill of his formerly-sealed window. He’s drinking a coffee. Fully aware of her presence, he turns to look at her and smiles, raising his mug in greeting. She puts down the wood glue and leaves the window wide open. Traffic sounds follow her to the kitchen, where she grabs a slice of banana bread before returning, pulling up a chair so she can have breakfast at her window too. The two of them could be a couple stools apart at a diner. They don’t speak. MJ feels so close to him she could cry. The crumbs from her food have four stories to fall, where they’ll eventually be found by pigeons.

“You wanna come over later?” he asks her eventually.

They’re unlocking the doors to their respective apartments after bumping into each other on the sidewalk, approaching the same building from opposite directions. They spoke on the way inside, all the way up the stairs. They walked slower down the hallway to say more words and swap more smiles. But they said goodbye already, before Peter’s question. MJ looks at him. Her heart swells up big in her chest, bigger than it feels like there’s room for. There’s been nobody over there with him in a long while. She studies his face, which looks more than friendly, like any answer but the one he wants to hear would wound him. That’s something she’s never wanted to do.

“Ten minutes?” MJ asks.

“Five,” he challenges.

“I can do five.”

It’s her first time knocking at his door. She changed her jeans, her bra, took off her earrings, brushed her teeth, soaked her neck in perfume that smells richly of late-summer flowers. The odour of his body―the wondering about it―has her tense as she waits to be let in. The wait is short.

His hands grab her, hold her tight, but his lips tremble with their first experimental kiss. MJ presses the door shut without looking back. Lets her keys fall. She pushes her hips against his and he’s already turned on, so hard it must be killing him. The second time their mouths brush, she fears this may actually be bad. His mouth is too slack, his jaw too clenched. Fortunately, Peter shows her that he’s just holding back severely because when he stops holding back… well. He’s added an island on locking wheels to his kitchen, with a low shelf underneath for storage space. They stagger into it, legs knocking the protruding handles of pots and pans to send them all clanging to the floor. When she lifts a foot high to step over a metal colander, Peter’s hand darts out and grabs her thigh; suddenly, her ass is pressed to the island and he’s rolling his hips hard into hers, palm hot through her jeans. MJ squeezes her hands between their bodies to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants; she palms the head of his dick through his boxers. It’s not enough, not close enough.

They make a breakaway from the clutter and she laughs―as bright and bursting as a torn-open orange―when Peter hauls her into his arms, impatient with her cautious tread around his spill of cookware. He practically tosses her onto his modest kitchen table and she grabs his face in both hands, kissing him deeply with tongue, as she wiggles her ass to the edge, thighs wide to accommodate his. The force of his return kisses makes her tilt backward. His fingers are on the button of her jeans, the fly, stroking the soft material of her underwear with his thumb. MJ plants a hand and lifts herself up quickly and they pry her jeans out from under her. Her shoes go too. The table legs bang loudly off the floor with this shifting of her weight, making Peter grin. He looks young and delirious after whipping his t-shirt off. He looks happy. Her hands clutch greedily at his bare skin.

She chokes on a wet breath when he hooks a finger around the crotch of her underwear to tug them off, knuckle pushing fleetingly against her, dipped in her wetness like an apple in candy coating. It’s lucky that Peter thinks about getting a condom because MJ flushes to find it hasn’t crossed her mind. He sprints away and comes back before she has her cropped cardigan fully unbuttoned. Does it happen too fast? No, it seems like it’s right on time when Peter whips his jeans and boxers down his legs and tucks his chin to watch himself roll the condom down his dick, MJ’s gaze going from his hands to his expression of harried concentration like flipping pages of a magazine. Ready, he bends his knees. She angles her hips.

They’re seventeen, turning eighteen soon, and she’s on top of the world the first time he holds her hand.

The stretch of him inside her would be killer if she weren’t this wet for him. The table scrapes the floor and Peter breathes heavily into her hair, sounding like he needs a moment to cool off. She doesn’t want a moment. MJ lays flat on her back and he follows her down with the lightest touch to the back of his neck. There’s barely enough room for her, the top of her head skimming the wall if she really straightens her spine, but she braces her hands on either side of her head and stares Peter in the eye to let him know she’s serious. It can be fast. The night is young and they’re not too old for miracles like second chances and short refractory periods. He groans because they’ve scarcely begun and already the thought of another round has her reactively seizing around his cock.

“My bad,” she says with a smirk.

“You’re good,” he counters, diving for a kiss. “You’re so fucking good.”

His hands wrap around her from underneath, gripping the back of her sweater, grasping her shoulders from behind. All the time, he bucks, jubilantly, honestly, like he’s not afraid of hurting her. This is what she wants. When he caresses up her bent arms to learn the shape of her wrists with his fingertips, then place his palms over the back of her hands, MJ’s eyes roll back and closed. Her back bows slightly as she tilts to make sure he drags across her clit when he thrusts. What will they do if his table collapses under her full weight and most of his, with him bent over her body? Continue on the floor, probably.

Peter’s mouth leaves hers and she moans loudly without interference―mmming and uhhhing and Jesus, fuck, Peter, right thereing. He acquaints himself with her neck in quick, sharp nips before dipping further to burrow his nose against her sternum, inhaling and exhaling hard as he hunches over her like a question mark and pounds his hips forward like he’s dying and her cunt’ll give him five more minutes of life. If he’s still running on that power and responsibility mantra, the motherfucker’s responsibility must be through the roof because his power is immense. He noses her partially undone cardigan aside to suck her nipple through the scant peekaboo lace of her bra. MJ’s legs urge his hips to slow, her arms almost worn out from stopping her head bumping the wall. Grinding her clit hard into his pubic bone, she comes with a shaky sob, eyes open to a ceiling identical to hers in the next apartment over. How many months late can you welcome somebody to the building?

He’s noisy in the buildup to his release, both from his mouth and in the sloppy sounds of his dick navigating her flooded, spasming channel post-climax, but quiet when he finally lets go inside her. Peter turns his face up to MJ. It’s kind of beautiful, the dishevelled hair, the ascending look in his eyes. She grips him reassuringly with her thighs and hangs on even when tough-guy’s knees almost give out, though she’d never be able to keep him on his feet if he dropped. How she feels is as if she could walk through fire carrying him on her back.

The fear, when they break apart, seems to be mutual. But for the way she throbs for what he removed, it could have simply not happened. Peter runs a hand over his face. MJ stays put, breathing hard. He throws out the condom that is more evidence; the sensation between her legs will fade, but latex has gotta last a lifetime in a landfill. Sweetly, he collects her jeans and underwear from the floor and sets them on a chair at the table before standing there like the uncertain teenage boy she knew.

“You’re good,” she notes, catching him off guard. He laughs, pleased, self-conscious, back to pleased, and turns freshly pink. “I can see what all your guests have been screaming about.”

The contentment leaves his expression.

“Oh, M, I―”

“It couldn’t bother me less,” MJ tells him truthfully. She sits up and wonders if her legs will refuse to stand when she tries. Better hold off another minute. “You had to get that good with somebody. And I’m glad I won’t be lowering my expectations after Sadie showed me how much I deserve in bed.”

“Sadie? The blonde woman with the…” Peter motions between his legs at the homegrown organic penis that hangs in place of the purple facsimile Sadie was sporting when the two of them met.

“Yep.”

She gets off the table and has to stop him from shadowing her into the bathroom with a hand to his tautly muscled chest. Down, boy. Let her pee in peace.

They lie in bed together after that, on clean sheets that are pretty poorly secured. So that’s how Peter spent his five minutes before she came over. In appreciation and the comfort she already feels around him, she finishes unbuttoning her cardigan and takes it off. The bra follows―after he swiftly but lightly grabs her arm to take a good long look at her wearing it. There’s a twitch from his lap as she wriggles fully naked under the sheet with him.

They talk school for a while, friends, dates that went nowhere, student loans. Then he asks, “Did you eat?” and the question compels MJ onto her knees with a sly smile. She bypasses the hopeful tent he’s pitching down south to ease her weight onto his chest, tucking her legs around his arms. The look she gives him says, I just know you’re good at oral. Don’t make me wait any longer. Maintaining eye contact, Peter rubs her lower back, then guides her forward. Again, she has her palm slapped to one of his goddamn walls when orgasm hits, riding the hot, mutable surface of his tongue. The other hand reached behind her a few minutes ago to pump what she could of his cock, giving him his while she got hers. Soon after calling her neighbour’s name at the wall he shares with her empty apartment, she shuffles backwards to line him up and take him deep. The visual of jerking him off by hand appeals to her, but the craving to mount him is too strong to ignore.

They argue passionately about who’s madder when he has to make her get off so he can put a condom on again.

Quick and hot in the kitchen was good; slow and smoldering in his bed is better. MJ’s sure Peter would flip her and chase bliss at a single nod of her head, but he seems to be enjoying her on top too much to suggest a return to that fucking-where-he-eats-breakfast haste. She rocks to her own rhythm―it’s self-serving and irregular, but the friction is heating her nicely. Her g-spot could be a lottery scratch ticket. The head of his cock, a lucky coin. While she swirls her hips, fingers in her own hair, his hands move worshipfully over her ass and thighs. She traces a pinky down the center of his chest and leans forward to kiss him. The smells of her and him are in her nose when she has to inhale a harsh breath because he won’t break the kiss. His hands knead the back of her thighs and MJ grips his hair, slamming her hips back. Peter releases a high gasp into her mouth. She sucks at his lower lip, his tongue, teasing him with shallowness now, working the head of his cock until he’s squirming and moaning and taking actions that say to hell with you and softer things besides, keeping her legs still and driving up into her. She catches his lip in her teeth when she grins.

So he doesn’t think he has all the control, MJ pushes up and sits tall astride him, legs straining to sustain the sudden speed of her bounce. He frames her breast with his index finger and thumb. Only when Peter has his other hand between her legs, scrubbing at her clit, does he close his grip and pinch down on her nipple. Her third orgasm is the least special, because it feels like they’ve been doing this for years. Wait, then maybe it’s the most special. MJ folds and rolls compliantly after her body quits singing and settles into a well-tuned hum; Peter hikes her leg, somehow getting his shoulder into the moist crook of her knee, and finishes with a half-dozen deep thrusts, grinding her name out through his teeth. His scent is sweat and cherries, wet and sweet. Behind her closed eyelids, she pictures a wave crashing on a breakwater.

They’re above the sheets now, cotton in mobile wrinkles as they breathe and sigh. His fingers delicately map her bones through the back of her hand. He tries to hold her like he could press her right through his skin, but, body lax, MJ tells him to leave space. She won’t erase their distance. She just can’t bear it.

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yukiobeyme · 5 years ago

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Hi isk if my request got lost but nsfw alphabet for asmo pls??? 🥺🥺🥺

It wasn’t lost, I was finishing it up when I saw your message! Just behind, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy! <3

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gives the best aftercare, he has an aftercare box he always pulls out whenever you have sex. There are face masks, bath salts, bath bubbles, ointments, and the softest wash rags.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He can’t choose one body part he loves the most on either of your bodies. He just loves your body, but he loves it the most when it is up against him. The responses you give to his body, makes that body part his favorite for that moment. HE is eating you out and you are losing it, he loves his mouth the most. He is fingering you and watching you come undo, his fingers are his favorite part. But when it comes to you he doesn’t have a favorite part, he loves all of it as a whole because it makes you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Actually, doesn’t like to mark you with his cum, it’s too messy. He will occasionally do it but not at the risk of getting it on his bedsheets, so you are likely already in the tub when he coats your chest. He prefers to cum inside of you, but will you a condom if you prefer.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Doesn’t have any dirty secrets, he is very open about his sex life and the lust he feels. The only secret he has is that he is planning another orgy and is hoping you will take part.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Being the Avatar of Lust and giving in to his desires, it is safe to say Asmodeus is the most experienced out of all the brothers and he knows exactly what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Asmodeus love you onto of him, Cowgirl Style is probably if favorite, letting you set the speed and pace. It kills him sometimes but it’s totally worth the mind-blowing orgasm he gets. He also adores 69, he loves receiving oral and is willing to give it back

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He loves to hear you laugh and giggle, so he will randomly tickle you during sex just to hear you laugh. He is the perfect balance of serious and humorous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh, he is WELL GROOMED, he did spend this kind of Grimm to not have it up kept nicely. He is practically hairless down there and keeps it that way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Varies, sometimes when it’s a quickie the romance is kept to the end when he kisses you softly and thanks to you and telling you, you look so beautiful. But other times, you open his door to see a trail of rose petals either leading to the bath or his bed. Either way, you feel loved and cherished at the end.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hates jacking off, he rather be with someone else than do it alone. He also thinks it makes the sex better the more desperate he is, so he tries to hold off as long as possible. He only caves when he really misses you and it either late at night or he is already in the bath and lazily lets his hand fall and toy with his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh boy, this boy like everything related to sex, so if there is a kink he is probably down for it, though his favorites are.

CBT (Cock and Ball Torture) Putting a cock ring or cock cage on Asmodeus and send him on his day if you want to be pounded into his bed later. He will have a semi all day and constantly complain to you about how evil you are. When you bought a cock ring that vibrated with a room, Asmodeus had to leave RAD after lunch because he came so quickly.

Orgasm Control/ Orgasm Delay: Loves to deny or delay your orgasms but also loves to make you orgasm so fast you can’t keep up with it. Expect to be dizzy from him controlling your orgasm.

Wax Play: Asmodeus finds your body a work of art, so he loves to paint your body with wax. Which ends up leading to you letting him paint your body with acrylics. IT was the most sensual experience yet.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere? Asmodeus doesn’t understand why you should limit yourself to where you have sex. But his favorite is his room or yours because its where you seem the most relaxed and willing to be the loudest there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly just existing turns Asmodeus on, there is so much opportunity. Some of his favorite ways to work him up though is when you get mad, when you take charge, or when you show off your body; whether it’s in lingerie or not.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Doesn’t really have any hard nos, unless if it messy and can’t be down in the shower/bath.

While he loves gags, Gagging: is a soft limit for him because he loves to hear you too much and he prefers to have verbal safe words than doing the tap out system.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive, he is a little selfish when it comes to oral and loves the attention. Use both your hands and mouth to get him worked up the quickest.

When giving oral, he loves to hold you thighs down and apart and just go to town eating you out until you are hoarse from screaming his name.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When it’s a quickie or semi-public sex it is fast and rough, but behind the closed door of his bedroom or yours expect it to be slow and sensual. You will be driven wild and forget everything but Asmodeus’ name.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them and thinks they are super important. Because while it’s fun to work you up until you are needy sometimes just giving in to the urge to fuck you wildly is just as fun. Expect sex overall to happen often and about 50% of them will be quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Asmodeus is willing to take too many risks, risks you wouldn’t take with anyone else because somehow Asmodeus is able to charm himself out of anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Could go all night and could last forever. It's agonizing and drives you wild.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Of course, he does! Anything from cock rings, vibrators, dildos, chains, whips, there is a whole closet that is set up like a sex store. He loves having toys when you have sex, whether it's using it on him or on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

On the slow and sexual nights, expect to be teased to such an unfair amount. You will be screaming and begging to the point of tears before Asmodeus will give in to what you both want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Asmodeus is loud, it encourages you to make noises that he loves to drink up. He will make the same noises you do to encourage you even more. He loves this part of sex so expect him to relish in it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The wildest place you had sex and wasn’t caught was in the Student Council Room, right before a meeting. You were caught when you had sex in Lucifer’s office, he saw nothing, but he figured it out pretty quickly and demanded that you both scrub his office clean. The orgasm you had on his desk was work scrubbing every inch of that office clean.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Much like Asmodeus' long and lean body, his penis can be described the same way. It is just shy of 6 ½ inches and isn’t that girthy. But for what he lacks in girth, he makes up in skill and experience. Asmodeus likes to remind you size doesn’t matter, it’s the skill behind the size that matters.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is the avatar of Lust, his sex drive is insanely high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always tries to let you fall asleep first but most times, he falls asleep first. He says it is because he needs his beauty sleep and you never fail to wear him out.

#obey me asmodeus #asmodeus obey me #yuki writes #Yuki Writes!#yuki writes a lemon about a demon #lemon about a demon

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palevelvetpurplenoon · 5 years ago

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Here we buried our illusion

Summary: Anniversary dinner gone wrong. The unpleasant aftermath.

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, smut, sexual content, slight manipulation, mentions of Hydra, breeding kink if you look hard enough, female masturbation, mentions of drugs.

Word count: 2.3k

Pairing: Dark!Reader x Steve Rogers

A/N: So here’s my entry for @mariessecretfantasies challenge (congrats on 500 followers, yay!). I got the second prompt, “In illusion comfort lies. The safest way, the straight and narrow, No confusion no surprise.” I struggled a bit with the lyrical prompt and the whole writing process in general but I managed to push through with this idea. In the end, I think it ended up quite well (lol). This is my second fic ever written and I just kept this in my draft for a while before mustering up enough courage to hit send. I hope y’all enjoy this unedited mess! Any feedback is welcomed 🥺

Steve should have known better. That her smile was way too sweet. That her laughter was so intoxicating that he got drunk on it for the first time in his life. That everything she did was calculative. That her touch was leading him on. That her sweet, innocent face was all but a mask. That perhaps there was something hidden behind her eyes. That perchance she had approached him just for this day.

These thoughts wrestled themselves restlessly in his head, creating an inebriating mixture of wistful thinking and harsh reality. As much as he had despised what she stood for, at the end of the day, Steve would hate to admit that a part of this was actually his fault. Letting her in so easy after years of putting up walls around him, afraid that he would endanger other people, only to end up in this particularly compromising situation.

The cold, metal door sounded a click, drawing his attention to the lithe figure that was coming in. She looked perfect as always, though her hair was a bit disheveled, shapely face, full, kissable lips and stealthy y/e/c eyes. He wanted to destroy the pretentious smile she was spotting right now, as much as he wanted to bruise her lips with his. The thought did not surprise him. After all, that was what drew Steve to this woman in the first place.

She drew a chair closer to seat herself in front of him. The American golden boy was now bound tightly to an intricate recliner that was equipped with electric lines running along the sides. His hands were placed on the armrest, two strong, metallic, rounded tongs biting painfully into his wrists while his ankles and torso faced the same fate. Steve had tried his best to break through the clamps but he only earned back cutting electric shocks. Besides, Steve was sure they had put some drugs into his system in order to weaken his sense of judgment and mobility.

She pursed her cherry lips, a frown slight grazed her face as she stood up to get closer to him. “Poor baby,” she teased cruelly, “all pretty and bound up like this.” She fisted his hair, pulling his face forward as she continued her taunting. She was so close to him right now, the slight scent of her favorite perfume was now filling his space, triggering a chain reaction deep within his battered mind. He could hear the spokes and gears turning, pushing up a memory of the first time they had met each other.

Now that he had seen everything clearly, perhaps that was all a ploy to place her in his life. He had been deployed for a rescue mission of a hijacked ambassador in a small country near the border of Slovakia. The threats were identified and eliminated quickly and without any collateral damages. When he made his way to the rescued victims, it was somehow as if fate had decided to turn his head to the right side to meet the gaze of the young girl, who despite her age, carried such a fervent fire in her eyes. She was so sweet, Steve had remembered. She personally sought after him after things had settled down to thank him. He recalled vividly jacking himself off and cumming violently to the memory of her biting her lips shyly, secretly touching his body.

And when months later they met at a national security convention, Steve decided to turn coincidences into a blooming relationship, which ended with the 3-month anniversary he had set up, where she had tempered the wine and food.

“Don’t tell me you were thinking about how we first met,” she let out a mocking laugh and landed a peck on his right cheek, “It was almost too easy.” She straddled herself onto his lap now, hands snaking around his neck, tilting his head slightly up to meet her hot mouth. “I really thought you were not fooled,” she slipped her tongue inside, “but I saw you, you know.” Light feathery kisses landed on the corner of Steve’s mouth as he turned to the side, refusing to let Y/N toy with his heart. “You were magnificent. All hunched up, cock in hand,” she continued her assault with kisses all over his face, “oh and when you cum.” She faked a shudder, mimicking his action while started to grind her hips on his length, which was growing without Steve being aware of it.

“You were so innocent, I must say. It’s like you get a hard-on for saving any innocent souls being harmed.” Y/N withdrew the hands around Steve’s neck as she moved to unbutton her white blouse, revealing the same colored bra underneath. He swallowed tightly as her intention became clearer, as was his raging hard-on. “Y/N, please, let me go,” he yanked on his restraint, “Or I swear to God, when I get out of here, I will hurt you more than you ever know.” To his surprise, she only let out a laugh and continued on removing any articles of clothing left. And when she finished, Y/N went to her knees, hands trailing absentmindedly on his thighs, which she had pushed wide apart. “Would it hurt more than what I’m about to do, Captain?” she fluttered her eyelashes, “cause I sure as hell would enjoy it while I could.”

With that, she undid his trousers and pulled the zipper down, the sound of clashing metal prompted him to struggle against the bindings one more time. Yet, when she reached in to palm his length through the fabrics of his boxers, Steve could feel himself pushing his hips into her hand. He let out a subdued groan as she continued her assault, teasing him with the softness and warmness of her hands. “Beg me, Captain,” she pulled the band of fabric down, letting his hot flesh slap against his stomach as he grew accustomed to the cold air, “I will suck it if you beg me to.” To prove her words, she stuck out her tongue and gave his cock a lavish sweep on the tip while pumping it, forcing precum to gather on the slit atop.

Steve gripped his armrest firmly, refusing to give in to the temptation she was presenting. Her tits were spilling from the small white bra she had picked out and if he squinted his eyes hard enough, he could see her nipples growing through the thin materials. Two hard peaks waiting to be suckled on. Sensing his gaze, Y/N smirked and slipped his cock in between her breasts, pushing them together and sliding in a dangerously low pace up and down his length. “Ooh, you like this, Captain,” she continued on, even sucked on the tip every time his cock neared her tantalizing mouth, “Just say the word and I’ll be yours.”

He could not take it anymore. The dual combination and visual and physical assault on his senses were too much and Steve knew he had to compromise. “Please, baby, please,” his breathing was so rapid, “Put it in all the way. Suck on it. Let me fuck your mouth.” He rolled his hips forward, struggling against the constraint to chase the pleasure he did not know the name to. “Y/N, I want to come all over your tits,” Steve breathed out harshly as she obeyed his words, nestled his cock tightly in between and picked up the pace. Her mouth hovered seductively over his flesh, providing it with occasional suckles, which Steve found torturous as all he wanted to was to rammed his cock deep down her throat and felt the vibrating of the deep tunnel around his raging hard-on. And it was like she read his mind. Y/N moved to release his length from between her tits and take him into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his cock while looking up into his eyes with sweetness. Steve erupted without any warning, his thick white seed spilled down her throat and overflowed her swollen lips down to her chest. “Delicious,” she remarked and swallowed it all, “don’t wanna waste any of this.”

Shame filled Steve after he had come down from the high. He was supposed to be the beacon of goodness in dark times, the definition of good and righteous, yet here he was, chained to a high-tech restraining system, his cock twitching with excitement with the thought of fucking his ex-girlfriend’s cunt after he had taken her mouth. Steve knew full well he must start looking for a way out of this, but his head ran empty as Y/N push her panties to the side, revealing her wet and glistening cunt as she plunged to fingers deep into it. She had turned around to give him the glorious view of her rounded ass and pussy being stretched by two slender fingers. Her wanton moans filled his ears and before he knew it, Steve was hard again. “Did you fantasize about this as well, Steve?” she purred, “fucking this cunt with your hard cock?”. She seemed to hit a spot within her walls as her knees lost balance and she had to lean on her right leg. She increased her speed now, breathing harder and profanity was spilling from her lips like poisonous enchantment. “I dreamed about you taking me as well,” her idle right hand was now rubbing on the sweet bundle of nerves, “from behind.” Another moan. “You pulled my hair real hard.” And another. “And your cock hit that spot every time your entered.”

Y/N was on the floor now, her knees bent wide open to let Steve see the mess between her legs. “And when you cum, you made me call you Captain. Fuck me, please Captain, please. Fuck.” She came violently while shouting his name. From this angle, Steve could see everything. How her juices spilled over her pussy lips onto the floor, how her ass was begging to spanked, how her knees scraped against the hard concrete as she relished the friction. Y/N settled herself on his laps, her core dangerously close to the head of his cock and Steve thought for a moment if he could sway his hips just a bit, she would slide right in.

“So, Captain, are you ready to beg?”

But Y/N was well aware of his desire. She wanted to tease out the weak man that was hidden behind the muscles that were enhance decades ago. “Say “Fuck me, Y/N, princess” and I will let you have it,” she licked her dry lips, leaned in closer and pushed her juice-coated fingers into his mouth, “Come on, Captain. I know it’s right there. Captain, I will make you feel good.” Steve tried to remain in control of his lust-filled mind, yet he was well aware he was tethering on an alarming edge as he felt his command slipping away faster and faster with every kisses she was placing on his neck and her teasing hands on his sensitive nipples. In the end, lust won over.

“Fuck. Fuck. Princess, Fuck me, please. Baby, fuck.”

“With pleasure, Captain.”

Y/N kissed Steve squarely on the mouth, their tongues engaging in a final dance for dominance as she lifted herself up slightly to slide him inside. They both let out a loud groan when he felt his entire length was encased by velvety warmth. She started slowly at first, letting herself getting used to his girth, then, Steve could feel the change in her. Y/N picked up her speed as she bounced at a violent rate in his lap. His name was on her lips like a pray that she kept on repeating. She reached in between the tangling bodies to rubbed the hard swollen nub. The tension was brewing in his balls and Steve pushed his hips up to meet hers with every thrust. He groaned out loud, “Fucking hell, Princess. You are so tight. Your cunt is latching onto my cock.” His words were only met with the hard sound of flesh slapping on each other.

“Steve...I think I’m close,” she slacked off against his broad chest, “do you want to cum, Captain?” She tried to straighten her back, gripping her tits and bringing them close to his mouth. “Suck on ‘em and beg me like the good Captain you are,” she grunted out breathlessly. And Steve obeyed her every word. His tongue dashed out to suckle on her sensitive buds, making them swollen as he gripped them with his teeth. In the meantime, Y/N reached down to palm Steve’s ball, while she was bouncing harder now, each determined thrust was met with the same intense movements of the man beneath. Heavy moans were followed by a harmony of shouting and grunting as the two came without care, their white fluids mixing together and dripping on the chair.

“You didn’t beg, Captain,” Y/N murmured under her breath in his ear, “I think I might have to punish you.”

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“You know that was not supposed to happen Y/N. Your mission was to get information out of him and nothing else,” the older man sitting across sternly admonished her, but his words just went into one ear and out the other. She stared quietly at the black and red skull and tentacles emblem behind him, feeling its fire burning within her. In the back of her mind, Steve Rogers took her father away, it was only fair after all, that he provided her with a child.

#maries500challenge #dark reader #steve rogers #steve x reader #oneshot #dark fic #dark!reader x steve

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itmighthavebeenintentional · 5 years ago

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Shackled - Chapter 4

Summary: After nearly ten years, Sam Winchester calls Miriam Bard to collect on a life debt. Unfortunately for Miriam, Sam leaves out a few important details.

WARNINGS CHANGE EACH CHAPTER, PLEASE CHECK EACH TIME.

Warning: Implied loss of family, grieving, depression, cursing, Demon!Dean, threats of violence, emotional manipulation, mind fuckery, psychological manipulation, questioning one’s sanity, possible hallucinations

Word count: 1656

Author’s Note: @thoughtslikeaminefield and @cracksinthewalls really poked this chapter hard, and it’s much better because of it. Also got a thumbs up from @fangirlxwritesx67 , which was the motivation I needed to get my act together and actually post. Alright, kids, buddy up and jump in! Shit’s gonna get freaky!