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#im cringe and free. idont care#asmodeus obey me#asmo#mine#hes like inthe rad office and barbatos is there making him change into a horrible looking sweatshirt from the lost and found#'to cover up all of that' etc#i finally drew something augh
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 ❞ 𓄼˚ ▍ K.M.
❛ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━━ insomnia often plagued kate and she swears you’re the remedy. ❜
❛ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 ━━ reader is lowk me coded!! sorry!!! ❜
❛ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ━━ 625 ❜
❛ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━━ this is supa shortttt ❜
YOU COULD STILL VAGUELY FEEL HER LIPS attached to the crease of your neck even posterior to her detaching them from your smooth flesh. her chest pressed against your back, a movie neither of you are really watching playing in the background. you’re two lovebirds wrapped in each other's warmth, her pelvis against your butt as she pulls you even closer. kate’s curious fingertips managed to case their way underneath your sweatshirt to rest over your abdomen –– toasty hands over your cold skin. sometimes, you could forget how tactile kate could be: she could never keep her hands off of you.
“you look so pretty today.” every syllable earnest and for you. the familiar scratch in her voice met your ears and it settled a warmth across your skin. also familiar. kind of like the feeling of her hands on your hips or breath against your face when she stares into your enamored eyes. you feel yourself crawling away from the feeling she forces you into –– that lovey dovey, allconsuming feeling. eyes screwing shut before their focus lands on the television again. your heart pounds in your chest like it’s trying to escape to meet her half way so you swallow it down and prepare your lips for a snarky remark. so i didn’t look pretty yesterday?
“don’t even say it –– you know you look pretty every day.” she reminds you yet again of how well she knows you. instead of just two bodies, you are two sets of hands and harmonious, parallel minds. you chuckle, the sound eliciting her to bare her teeth to you in an enraptured manor. “thank you for coming…”
you breathe out a gentle laugh, pad of your index tracing over her knuckles. “turn over…”
she obeys, albeit reluctantly. your hands meet both her cheeks, feeling how they grow warm underneath your devoted stare. “i’ll be there anytime you need me, kate. even if you just want me to tuck you in.”
“okay that’s not what i asked.” her words provoke laughter to escape the aperture of your lips, leaving a benevolent smile in it’s place once the laughter subsides. “and i actually need you here. cause you’re the cure.”
“the cure?�� tender and inquisitive hands knead in her blonde locks, trailing within them and savoring the softness against the pads of your fingertips. her eyes flutter shut, drowning in the waves of her own personal heaven you craft for her with just your touch.
“yeahhhh.” she elongates, austerely shrugging as if what she’s saying makes perfect sense, as if you truly could be the remedy for all her problems –– including her insomnia. “i can sleep when you’re here.”
you don’t argue, instead, opting to humor her. “so somehow me bein’ here will put you to sleep?”
“mhm…” she continues her ministrations, kissing at your neck again with ardent lips. “you always put me right to sleep.”
“that sounds…vaguely sexual.”
“shut up.”
you laugh again, reaching for the forlorn blanket at the edge of the bed, no doubt tossed there as a result of her frustration from not being able to succumb to slumber on her own. you could hear it in her voice when she called you; undeniable vexation.
“i love you.” her voice is barely audible, enervation spreading across her all over. kate licks her lips, barely able to awake long enough to hear you say it back. her languid eyelids slowly rise and fall, letting you know that she’s falling asleep. her arm, slipped underneath you in order to keep you in lovely proximity, will surely be numb tomorrow. she pushes her face into your chest, she’ll never let you go. you don’t mind, nuzzling against the apex of her head.
“i love you too. goodnight, kate.”
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Desperate Jisung x you
(more of desperate Ji)
warnings: nsfw
Desperate Jisung away on tour who misses you, misses your kisses and your voice and misses waking up with you. He misses waking up and snuggling into your arms, always so warm and comfortable, misses kissing your shoulder and your neck, waking you up with soft kisses that tickle you. It’s his safe space, and he’d love to live there.
Desperate Jisung who wakes up with a boner more mornings than not, often he has dreamt of you, sometimes he just misses you.
Desperate Jisung who tries to make do with his hands and fingers, wet and messy when he has the time and he’s alone. Fast and quiet in the showers, when they have a packed schedule and the others are around. It’s never enough. His fingers can’t reach where yours can, his palm is too rough around his shaft, and it’s overall less pleasing. It takes the edge off, but it’s also so much easier for him to grow frustrated and too horny.
Desperate Jisung who falls asleep in Minho’s bed one night, in need of some human contact during the late hours of the night, and is woken up but a pillow smashing on his face, and a grumpy Minho threatening him to stop moaning your name in his sleep if he doesn’t want to end up in the air fryer with Hyunjin.
Desperate Jisung who calls you, one night, excited to tell you all about their last concert and the rare couple of free days they have ahead of them, how they’ll visit the city and enjoy the local food, sleep a little more than usual. But your voice is doing something to him, your sweet voice through the speakers is intimate and one of the things he loves the most about you. Poor Hannie can’t help but feel his little cock stir into his pajama pants, and he tries to ignore it, he really does. But he misses you so much and he’s just so horny for you, it’s not his fault your voice sounds so nice. He has no choice but to lightly paw at his leaking cock, still in the confines of his boxer.
Desperate Jisung with his hands massaging his cock, trying to keep track of what you’re saying but too distracted to answer. After you repeat a question he tries, he really tries, but all he can utter in lieu of an answer is a whiny sound. And you know him too well, you know what your boyfriend is doing right now, you know what he needs. “Is my baby touching himself while on the phone with me?” Another whiny sound escapes his mouth. “Such a slutty boy.”
Desperate Jisung, whose cock is leaking like a faucet in his underwear, red tip wet and begging to be touched more. He can’t control his hips, thrusting in the air and against his hand, biting his lips to try and hold off his moans, failing.
Desperate Jisung who gives up completely and begs you for something, directions, instructions. “Put your phone where I can see you, pretty boy, and video call me.” He’s eager, always so eager and slutty. Propping his phone where you can see his whole body, taking off his pajama and underwear but not his sweatshirt, he knows how much you love him in nothing but a big shirt, and he’s suddenly so polite, informing you he did what you ask and he’s ready, he presses the video call button and when he sees your face on the display, he bites his lower lip. “You look so pretty.” he says, and he’s already out of breath.
Desperate Jisung showing you his pretty tummy and his chest, biting the hem of the shirt to keep it raised, touching himself like he’s showing off for you, touching slowly, from base to tip. He collects a bead of precum to his finger to show it to you and, when you order him to taste it, he obeys, moaning around the digits like it’s the tastiest thing ever. He’s such an exhibitionist, but you love him for that too.
Desperate Jisung who turns to stand on his knees, ass up and directed to the camera, face squished against the duvet and lubed fingers prodding at his pretty hole. He loves to show off for you, he knows you love to watch him, and you tell him as much, praising him for being such a good boy for you. “My pretty pretty boy. Look at you, with your pretty ass hungry for something. Such a perfect slut.” He moans, tries to bite the duvet to suppress the noise, but he loves the praises and the humiliation a little too much.
Desperate Jisung who follows everything you say, opens himself with lubed fingers, still heads down and ass up to show you his fluttering hole, hands holding his cheeks apart until you deem it’s enough. He takes his pink glass dildo when you tell him to. It’s a gift you bought for him, a delicate pink glass dildo with red hearts, not too long and not too thick, the perfect size to make your boyfriend lose his mind. You played with it multiple times, and he chose to bring that on tour because he loves it's something you personally chose for him.
Desperate Jisung who fuck himself with the dildo, knees spread open and back arched, his cock heavy between his legs and his whole gripping the glass of the dildo, hungry and wet. His moans and whines are the best things you’ve ever heard in your life, they’re high and short and they’re driving you mad. He’s leaking on the bed cover, a constant dripping of clear fluid, swinging back and forth with every movement of your pretty boyfriend.
Desperate Jisung who begs you to let him cum, to make him feel good cause he’s been such a good boy, and he deserves it and please please let me cum, please mommy please feels so good I wanna cum let me cum. And you can never be too mean to him, not when he’s like that, pliant and obedient and too far from you. So you give him permission and he rewards you with a beautiful loud moan and a full body shudder, his cock jumping and spurting cum without needing to be touched.
Desperate Jisung who collapses on top of the mess he just made and he musters up enough force to move and look at you through the camera. “Did I do good?” he asks and he sounds so soft and vulnerable. “You did perfectly, my baby. You’re the best baby ever. I love you so much. You were perfect for me, love, you’re so beautiful. You’re always so beautiful. I miss you so much.”
Desperate Jisung who obeys once more, cleaning himself and scarcely wiping the bed covers. Once he’s done, he brings the phone closer and snuggles under the covers, looking at you with his pretty eyes, tired and completely satisfied after many days of unsatisfying orgasms. “I miss you too…” he says like it’s a confession. “I know. But you’ll be home soon. And I’ll be here, ready to steal you away from everything.”
Desperate Jisung who smiles softly and sleepy, he murmurs something that sounds like an I love you, and he’s out like a light. Soft snores are the only sounds you can hear now, and you smile to yourself: your boyfriend is a horny menace, and you love him more than words can express.
#stray kids fanfic#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x reader#bluejutdae#stray kids imagines#skz#jisung x you#jisung smut#skz smut#Thiana writes Jisung
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Could you do a Mataka x reader x slight creepy Shindo. The reader is Arajins sister that just got discharged from the hospital and is cleared to go to school. (They are part of the reason their family moved back) They’ve had a childhood crush on Mataka, but they met Shindo in a book store. He thinks winning Arajin is through his sister, or threaten them.
This got my brain buzzing with ideas! Here's the first part, I'll probably break it down to 3 parts total!
A Chance Meeting and a Declaration of Protection?!
Summary: You've come back to your old hometown for a fresh start and a shot at a normal life; too bad being reunited with your childhood crush and attracting the attention of an unhinged gang leader is proving a detriment to your health in more ways than one! wc: 2.3 A/N: This takes place in an AU without honki people/magic, and tw for future chapters for Shindo being a creep/yandere coded because...I mean come on. Makatara/f!Reader/Shindo (mostly one sided though)
“Come on, just a little more…”
Standing on your tiptoes, you stretch your arm as high as you can, but the novel atop the highest shelf is still out of reach.
“Ugh, I should have asked Macchan to come and help me.”
“My, my, what do we have here?”
You feel a presence behind you before you hear their voice; at first you had assumed Arajin had returned to the bookstore to walk you home. Your mother had made him your personal escort of sorts and your brother had obeyed, walking you to and from the few places you felt well enough to explore.
After spending so much time in a hospital bed, being outside was almost overwhelming, but you also felt restless. When you found out your favorite bookstore was still open after all these years, you could have cried. Now as you stand on somewhat wobbly legs, vision a touch fuzzy, the last thing you need is stress. Where was Arajin? And who was this strange man smirking at you like you were some amusing joke?
“You must realize the owner has a ladder for this exact reason.”
“Huh?”
He taps the spine of the book, easily reaching over your head. “This book, you want it, yes?”
“Oh, yes.” You nod, somewhat hesitantly; your eyes scan the aisle, but it would seem there’s no one else around. Briefly, your eyes linger on his braided hair and light eyes; he wasn’t wearing a school uniform, just a plain, gray sweatshirt and matching pants. You were certain he was around your age though.
“What are you staring at?”
“Oh sorry, I was thinking, um, did you want the book?” You smile apologetically, hoping your embarrassment wasn’t obvious. “I didn’t mean to be in the way.”
“No, no, I was amused by you hopping like a bunny.”
Your smile falls. “Uh, I guess I’ll just go on and ask for assistance then-”
But the stranger takes the book, holds it up over your head with a sickly sweet smile.
“I wouldn’t leave a lady struggling. Here, take it.”
“Oh, thank you.”
But before you can take the book, he holds it up even higher. You frown, confused; is he just messing with you?
“I thought you were giving me the book?”
“Isn’t it a bit rude to ask for favors from a stranger?” He asks innocently. “My name is Shindo Akutaro; might I ask for your name?”
“Tomoshibi.” You say curtly. “May I please have that book, Shindo-san?”
“I suppose.”
The book is unceremoniously dropped and you fail to catch it; the novel lands on the hard tiled floor and you slowly kneel to pick it up. Bending and stooping too quickly makes you light headed and your limbs feel like noodles at the least bit of sudden motion.
“You don’t need to kneel before me for such a small favor.”
Shindo’s smile widens until you see his canines; he looks down at you over the rim of his glasses, eyes shining with an odd sort of glee, as though you’re doing something very silly and he has to hold back laughter. You straighten up, standing up too quickly; for a second, you teeter on unsteady feet and your hand grabs the shelf for support.
“You look very pale; are you sick? In that case, maybe you ought to be home, not hopping around.”
“I spent enough time cooped up.” You rub your forehead gently with your fingers, holding the book to your chest. “I should be able to manage shopping for a book.”
It’s more than your desire to purchase a new novel though; this book store is a place of comfort. You used to spend hours either browsing the selection or sitting in the cafe area to read the newest addition to your collection. It wasn’t like you could run around with Arajin and Matakara, as badly as you wanted to. Even now, you’ve only just begun to feel what you assume for others is something like “normal”.
“It’s not funny.”
Shindo blinks, looking vaguely perturbed as you stare up at him defiantly; suddenly, you feel very irritated. Whether it’s due to his prior teasing or your own frustration, you’re not sure.
“Thanks, I suppose, for getting the book.” You say quietly. “But I don’t appreciate a perfect stranger laughing at me. I never asked to be sick and I didn’t ask for your help. Excuse me, but my brother will be here soon to take me home and I need to go buy this.”
With a slight nod, you scurry away to the register on the other side of the store; as he hands you the receipt and your new book, a soft chime signals someone has entered the store. You turn around, met with the sight of a disgruntled Arajin and-
“Macchan?” You almost drop your bag and wallet. “What are you doing here?”
“I bumped into Ara-chan, so I thought I’d tag along.” Matakara waves with a sunny smile. “You’re doing okay? You haven’t had to go back to the hospital or anything?”
“I told you she was fine.” Arajin walks over to you and takes your hand. “Come on, let’s get going,”
“You’re in a hurry for someone who was late to get me.”
“Mom asked me to pick up a few things for dinner.” Arajin explains with a sigh, leading you to the sliding doors, Matakara following behind dutifully. “I figured you’d want more time anyway; you could have called.”
“You could have called if you were going to be gone later.” You grumble, slipping your hand from his grasp. “Arajin, slow down, I can’t walk that fast.”
“Do you want me to take that?” Matakara comes to your side. “Here, let me carry your bag. You look kinda pale.”
“So I’ve heard.” You sigh; of course he had to come and see you winded from the most menial task. “Thanks Macchan, but I got it.”
“Come on, we need to get home.” Arajin gives Matakara a look. “Don’t you have to get going too?”
“I can stay.” Matakara turns to you. “You don’t mind, do you? I feel like we haven’t had a chance to catch up since you moved back. It’s been too long.”
“No kidding; honestly I almost didn’t recognize you when you came to visit.” You chuckle and pat the top of Matakara’s head. “I used to be taller than you.”
“Um, yeah.”
Matakara’s face flushes a bit; it’s nice to see he hasn’t changed too much from the bashful sweetheart you remember. Now, if only you had changed as much; you both envy and admire your old friend’s strong build.
“Don’t strain yourself too much tomorrow.” Arajin looks over his shoulder at you; he’s still looking a bit grumpy, but his eyes soften as they meet yours. “My class is basically across the hall from you and the teacher’s already know what to expect.”
“I know, I’ll be okay!”
You sound more confident than you feel; from what Arajin has said about his time attending the academy, the place sounds less like an institution of education and more a playground for delinquents. Still, you have limited options and if you have to attend a school in the area, you feel better knowing at least two people already.
“I’m in the same class as Ara-chan; you can come to me if there’s a problem. If you want to.” Matakara says with an oddly serious expression. “I’ll be there, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“I’m not worried.” You lie, your smile feeling like a mask stretched over your face. “Thank you, Macchan. I don’t want to bother you though, you and Arajin have your own lives. I’m sure I’ll be totally fine. I’m so pitiful, even bullies don’t want to bug me.”
“No you’re not.” Matakara frowns. “You’re not pitiful, you're strong. I always thought so. You should too.”
You’re not sure how to respond; Arajin makes a choking sound deep from his throat and puts his hands over his ears.
“Ugh, I can not listen to this! You two walk back together, I’m going on ahead.”
“Huh?!”
“Arajin!” You gap as your brother stalks off down the sidewalk without a glance back at you. “That little shit! He’s lucky I can’t chase him down. Ugh, sorry Macchan, he’s being such a brat.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“It is not.” You huff, crossing your arms, glaring at the dot that’s now Arajin’s head. “He’s been on edge ever since we came back. I get him being angry with me, but you haven’t done anything.”
“Why would Ara-chan be angry with you?”
“Not me exactly, just,” You unfold your arms and they hang at your sides. “A big reason we came back was for my treatment. Mom’s settled in fine but Arajin…it’s not my place to speak for him, but I know being here is frustrating.”
“But it’s not your fault you’re sick.”
“Still, I think…he’d never say so, but I think he resents me. Arajin always has to deal with mom putting me first because of my poor health.”
Arajin never says it, but you can tell he gets frustrated; he never asked for a sister who constantly needed to be minded and tended to. Even now as you’ve gotten older, he’s still being pushed into the role of caretaker. You don’t want him to feel like he’s responsible for how you do when you go back to attending in person classes.
“He brings a lot of it on himself, but I know he worries about me. Anyway, I don’t want to burden him or you.” You muster up a genuine smile. “I’m going to take it one day at a time, but I can do this. I have to at least try; I can’t let it all be for nothing.”
“You,” Matakara pauses, gazing at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “You haven’t changed at all.”
You can’t help snort. “Seriously? I know I said I wanted to toughen up and all, but-”
“You’ve gotten even cooler.”
Maybe it’s a good thing Arajin decided to leave the two of you in the dust; if he saw the way Matakara was staring at you, you might have had Arajin ready to drag you away. Before you can say anything, Matakara gently takes the bag from your loosened grip.
“For the record, I never thought looking after you was a burden. I want you to ask me for help. Matakara confesses shyly. “I’m stronger now.”
“I noticed.” Your eyes flicker to his arms; his muscles are basically straining against the thin cotton of his worn t-shirt. “Are you sure? I really don’t have trouble carrying something that small.”
“I want to!” Matakara insists; he almost whines and your heart skips a beat as he pouts down at you. “I could even carry you if you needed me to.”
“Okay, okay, I got it.” At this point the thought of your crush carrying you around in his absurdly strong arms is making you so lightheaded, you might end up needing to be hauled home anyway. On the bright side, you doubt you’re looking pallid; heat radiates from your face as Matakara walks with you. He walks in time with your steps; if you asked, he would probably take your hand to lead you home.
“I bet you’re really popular.” You nudge his shoulder. “Arajin told me you’re like, a class leader or something?”
“He did?”
“Uh huh. But don’t tell him I told you.” You put a finger to your lips. “If you do, I’ll tell him about how you cried after stealing one of my horror novels.”
“I didn’t know it was a scary book! I thought it was about a magic doll.”
“To be fair, it was brought to life with occult magic. I still can’t believe you threw out my baby doll.”
“...I thought it would come to life and haunt you.”
“That’s right, I was so mad!” You recall with a giggle. “Do dolls still freak you out?”
“No...”
“Aw,” You feel a bit guilty at the kicked puppy dog look on Matakara’s face. “I’m sorry for teasing you.”
Matakara remains silent for a few seconds and you feel anxious: was that too far? It had been a long time since the two of you were able to talk like this. Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself, acting so familiar with him.
“Matakara? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hassle you. I won’t actually tell Arajin about the doll thing.”
“It’s not that.”
Matakara fidgets with the handle of the shopping bag; the sun is setting now. The soft golden light makes his eyes almost sparkle; as if getting enough oxygen wasn’t already a concern. Now you had to have your breath stolen by the warm gaze holding your attention captive.
“It’s just…I don’t want you to think of me that way. I’m not that weak cry baby anymore.”
“I never thought you were.” You tell him earnestly. “I shouldn’t have teased you.”
“You really don’t get it.” Matakara’s voice lowers. “Even though you were so sick, you looked out for me. Now I want to do that for you. I want you to see me as someone strong you can depend on.”
“Macchan, you don’t have to look out for me: that’s not your responsibility.”
“Do I…look different to you?”
“What?”
Matakara inches a bit closer, as if he's afraid to startle you, before taking yours hands in his own. You can feel callouses on his warm palms are warm; his cheeks are pink and his stare is hard with determination. Abruptly, you're reminded of that tenderhearted boy who would rush to your side every time you so much as hinted at being fatigued.
"Do you trust me?"
"O-of course." You study his urgent gaze warily. "I always have."
“I could-no. I will protect you. If anyone tries to bother you tomorrow, you come straight to me. I’ll deal with them. I'll be there; as long as you can trust in that, I can only get stronger." Matakara squeezes your hands gently. "Believe in me and I'll protect you with that strength."
You’re taken aback; you’ve never heard Matakara speak this way to you or at all. Not that you don’t appreciate it; on the contrary, your tummy is doing somersaults. With that said, you can’t help wondering: just how much did your friend change these past few years? And what exactly is he expecting he’ll need to protect you from?
#bucchigiri?!#matakara asamine#arajin tomoshibi#akutaro shindo#reader insert#fem reader#x reader#alternate universe#tw yandere#eventually#matakara asamine x reader#akutaro shindo x reader
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GOOD FOR YOU | LEE CHAN
☾₊ ⊹ currently playing: good for you by selena gomez
summary | when Chan comes back home tired and hungry, you decide to help him out
word count | 1.5k
pairing | Lee Chan x gn!reader
genre | smut
warnings | dom Chan, sub reader, some dirty talk, m receiving, cum swallowing, swearing, a bit of a spit kink
You were about to put the pot on the stove, as you heard the door quietly open and close. Wiping your hand on the cloth, you padded to the hallway to greet your boyfriend after his long and probably tiring day of schedules.
“Hey, honey,” you said softly, not to startle him.
Wide-eyed, he quickly brought his gaze to you, but immediately calmed down as he saw your figure. Despite the comforting smile settled upon his face, you could see the signs of his exhaustion - slouched shoulders and the lack of his usual gleam in his eyes.
“Why aren’t you asleep? It’s so late,” he said as he approached you and wrapped his arms tightly around you in a comforting hug you both needed. You stoked his back lightly and put your head in the crook of his neck.
“I just wanted to make sure that you’ve eaten before going to sleep,” you whispered and kissed his neck softly, feeling the tension leaving his body.
“You shouldn’t have waited for me. Next time go to sleep, please,” he sighed and put a hand on your cheek to make you look at him. He tried to be stern with you, but whenever he saw your loving gaze, filled with concern, he couldn’t help but to melt at your genuine care and kindness.
He would never be able to express how grateful he was for you, for taking care of him when he was too tired to do it himself.
“How could I go to sleep knowing that you are hungry and tired? I’ll always be there to take care of you, Chan,” you said and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, wrapping your hand at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
He didn’t object, as his hands found their way around your waist, grazing your sides delicately. Toying with the strands at the back of his neck, he sighed into the kiss and you took this opportunity to trace the seam of his lips with your tongue. Obeying to you completely, he started to walk backwards, as you tried to navigate the both of you in the direction of the living room.
“Didn’t you say something about food?” he asked teasingly, as you pushed him down on the couch.
“I can leave if you want, Channie,” you teased him in a mocking tone.
He quickly shook his head and pulled you down on his lap, sliding his hands down to your ass, squeezing it tightly. His lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving small love bites that would certainly bruise later.
Not wasting any time, you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it away. You pressed your hand against his chest, scratching his skin gently with your nails, dragging them slowly further down to his abs.
“Can’t get enough of me?” he laughed with a raspy voice and an annoying smirk, sending shivers down your back.
Not bothered with answering him, you grabbed his neck once again to shut his cockiness up with a deep kiss. Your tongues tangled together, his hands all over your body and his bulge pressed against your thigh - this is not how you imagined your evening to go. You unconsciously moved your hips to feel more of him, making him groan in the process. He pressed his growing bulge even closer to your core, making you realize how wet you already were and how much you wanted him inside you.
“Are you going to dry hump me all night, baby?” he whispered into your ear. “Or do you want me to fuck you?” He pressed an innocent kiss to your neck, leaning back on the cushions.
He looked so fucking hot - his gorgeous and muscled chest on full display, hooded eyes filled with lust, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, wet from your arousal. You knew that wearing only panties with his sweatshirt would be a great idea.
“Before you do that,” you chuckled, rocking your hips slowly and teasingly against his, making his lips part in a quiet gasp. “Let me take care of you first.” After pressing a wet kiss against his chest and a last one to his mouth, you got off his lap and kneeled before him.
Your every move was deliberately slow and dragged out, to turn your boyfriend on even more. You hadn't even touched him yet and he was already having trouble taking a decent breath. You sweetly kissed his visible tent in his pants, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He flinched when he felt your lips on his covered cock, which made you snicker under your breath. Normally, Chan was very dominant and would never let you rule him like that, but today he seemed too tired for that, surrendering himself completely to you.
“Are you going to be a good boy and let me make you feel good, hm?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could. This always drove him mad, and tonight was no exception.
“Cut the bullshit, and get to work,” he said in a harsh tone, lifting his hips, so you could pull his sweatpants and boxers down. “And take off my sweatshirt, now,” he rasped impatiently, his dominant aura back in place.
You simply smiled like the good girl you were. “Of course, Channie,” and pulled his sweatshirt off you, which only left you with your black, laced panties. He couldn’t help himself, but to lean forward and cup both of your tits in his hands. He pinched your already hard nipples, giving them a hard tug. Your pussy immediately clenched around nothing, sending another pool of arousal to your core. The lack of any friction was starting to make you crazy, so you put your hand over your covered pussy and rocked against it, trying to relieve yourself a bit.
“Please, let me suck your cock, so you can fuck me after, Channie,” you whined, while he was still playing with your tits. Almost as if annoyed with your begging, he gave one of your tits a particularly harsh squeeze, which made you moan pathetically.
While still rocking your hips against your own hand, you tried to press your breasts harder against his palm. Unexpectedly, he spit on one of them, carefully distributing his saliva all over it.
Satisfied with his work, he simply leaned back comfortably onto the cushions.
“Go ahead, baby,” he gave you a nod of approval, and it was all you needed before rising to your knees to get closer to his dick.
Keeping eye contact with him, you teased his head with a little lick. Going crazy with the tension from today's day and pent up frustration, Chan threw his head back onto the cushions, placing one of his hands on top of your head and pulling your hair harshly. Not bothered by his action, you took his tip softly into your mouth, sucking gently, acting like you’d never done this before.
Licking off his precum, you sighed in satisfaction. “You taste so good, Channie,” and gave him another long lick along his shaft, coating it in your saliva. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your panties to the side, and coating your fingers with your own arousal.
“Do you want to taste me too?” you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He only snickered, pulling at your head to make you look at him.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to taste you later. Now lick your fingers clean, and get back to sucking me off,” he demanded with a stern voice. You wrapped your tongue around your fingers, and gave a content groan, licking your fingers clean from your own juices.
Putting his dick back into your mouth, you started to go deeper and deeper, sucking and licking him alternately, like a lollipop. He swore under his breath and forced your head further down his cock, tired of your teasing. When you were sure that his whole length was covered in your saliva, you decided to take him whole into your mouth.
Tears pooled in your eyes, as he roughly pushed you down and down again, bobbing your head on his own. Your nails scratched the sides of his muscled thighs, but he didn’t seem to notice. You felt your throat burn from the way he was pushing his cock into your mouth, but you didn’t mind whatsoever - the slight degradation and his roughness was only turning you on even more.
Soon, his groans were getting louder and his grip on your head stronger. You knew he was getting close.
“I’m going to come into your mouth, yeah? You’re going to suck me dry, like the good girl you are, right?” You moaned around his cock as much as you could, making him swear loudly and pushing his hips against your face. With your hand against your pussy, you were edging yourself, saving your first orgasm of the day for either his mouth, fingers or his dick.
“Shit, you’re doing so good for me. Now, swallow my cum, baby,” he said, right as he came into your mouth. Sucking every drop of his cum, like he ordered you to do, you pulled his now soft cock out your mouth with a sheepish grin.
“How was that, Channie?” you asked and climbed back onto his lap.
“You know, you’re the best,” he kissed you softly. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Let’s say that the food was forgotten for the night.
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pairing leehan x reader WC 1918 Tags angst and fluff. everybody lived happily ever after no worries. such a drama queen (just like me 😭🙏) Notes can you tell i gave up at the end? i haven't slept in over 24 hours :D i feel like a zombie also i still haven't figured out the request button ugh MISTAKES EVERYWHERE SORRY
It was a cold and windy night as you sat on the bottom of the slide. The reason for you being out in such temperature with only a light sweatshirt and sweat was due to a huge fight with your boyfriend, Leehan. You two had been planning a small, simple date to catch up since there hadn’t been much communication between the two of you due to hectic schedules. You reminded him multiple times throughout the week, and each time he would reply, saying, 'I know, don't worry.' It wasn't easy to take time off from your job, especially during the weekend, so it was valid for you to be worried about making sure you both were on the same page.
Then comes the day of the date. You had woken up early, anticipating a message from Leehan, but no luck. You brushed it off, thinking he was just sleeping in. Two hours passed, and still nothing from him. It was nearing the time of your date, and you were already at the cafe you both decided to meet up at. You were starting to feel anxious, worrying if something had happened to him, and he wasn't just ditching you because he forgot. You sent numerous text messages asking where he was, hoping he'd reply. You gave up and decided to call him instead.
Your worry seemed to grow each time you got sent to voicemail and resorted to calling one of his members, hoping they had an answer about his whereabouts. You stumbled upon Sungho's contact first and waited for him to answer.
“Hello?” he's confused as to why you're calling since it's a rare occurrence.
“Sungho! I keep trying to reach Leehan, but he's not answering! Are you with him?”
“Uh, yeah, he's down in the cafeteria.” He's confused as to why you sound so worried and why Leehan hasn't responded to you. Your heart immediately plummets. He actually forgot your date.
“Y/n? You there?” Sungho's question brings you back to reality.
“Do you want me to get Leehan-” you cut him off. “No, it's alright!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, um, can you not mention any of this to Leehan? Please.” He ponders about whether or not he should obey your request or inform his friend.
“Please, Sungho? It's nothing to worry about; I was just a bit anxious.” Sungho sighs. “…Okay, I won't, but promise to fix whatever's going on between you two?” You let out a sigh of relief. “I will, don't worry.” You exchange goodbyes before hanging up. You stand outside the cafe just a little longer, thinking maybe this was all just some silly prank and your boyfriend is actually on his way. But you knew it wasn't, so you head home.
It's a few hours after the date gone wrong when Leehan shows up at your place. He enters your apartment thanks to the spare key you gave him a while back. He searches the living room looking for you to be lounging on the sofa or reading a book, but you're nowhere to be found. Leehan calls out for you, thinking you're probably in bed since it was late. And he was right because he enters your room and sees you cozied up under the sheets with your phone in hand.
“There you are! I called out for you.” You simply glance and go back to scrolling on TikTok, scoffing under your breath. You can't believe he had the audacity to come over after ditching you and ignoring all your attempts to contact him.
“Hello? Are you ignoring me?” he teases as he waves his hands trying to get your attention.
“What?” you ask aggravated, watching him laugh. As if there was anything to laugh about right now! His smile is immediately replaced with a frown. ���Did I do something wrong?” his brows furrowed, trying to think what he could have done.
“Do you seriously not remember?” Your emotions are hitting all at once, and before you know it, there are tears running down your face. “I can't believe it,” you mutter and push past him. “What? Why are you crying? What's wrong?” he's panicking, trying to figure out what he's done to make you cry.
Before you can make it to the front door, he catches your wrist, and his heart clenches at the sight of your tears. You attempt to look down and rid your tears, but it's no use. “Our date? The one we've been planning for a whole week? The one I kept reminding you about!” you burst out in anger and sadness. His eyes immediately widen in realization.
“I can't believe you forgot! I tried calling you and texting you! You never answered! I was so worried something had happened, so I called Sungho just so he could tell me you were with him the entire time!” Sungho talked to you? And didn't even tell him?
“Do you know how embarrassing it was for people to come up and ask for a chair, and for me to say, ‘No sorry, it's for my boyfriend,’ just for my boyfriend not to show up!” he's trying to process everything and get some words out, but you immediately snatch your wrist back and try to make a run, but he throws himself between you and the door.
“Wait! Please let me explain!”
“No! Move!” you try shoving him, but no success. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please just wait!” You let out a frustrated cry, attempting one more time to shove him before giving up and turning your back to him. While you have your back turned, Leehan pulls out his phone with shaking hands, wondering why he wasn't aware of your calls. The blood drains from his face when he realizes his phone had been on DND. He turns it off, and instantly, all your notifications appear on his screen. He understands now why he didn't receive a good morning text like normal. He brushed it off, thinking you had a busy schedule and eventually forgot all about you. Instead, he immersed himself in his work, not bothering to check his phone at all. Until now.
By now, you've moved to the couch, head hung low, and shoulders shaking. Clear indication you're still crying over all this. He rushes to your side and tries to call out for you, hoping you'd give him a chance to explain, but you just shake your head no. You two sit there in silence, your sobs now subsided. He desperately wants to fix this but thinks you should speak first. That is if you even want to speak to him. He thinks maybe he should say something when you announce that you need space.
“Okay, I'll leave-” you cut him off. “No, I'm leaving. I- I need air.”
“Now? It's way too late for you! I'll leave; you stay,” he starts walking towards the door when you rush past him and make your way outside. “No, Leehan, I'm leaving!” you don't even give him a chance to explain before quickly disappearing.
You end up in a park late at night, slight regret seeping in due to the cold weather and eerie silence. But honestly, you're too consumed with your thoughts to really care. After gathering your thoughts, you realize now you may have overdone it with the dramatics and giving him no chance to explain. But it'd been so long since the two had an actual date and talked to each other other than the daily good mornings and 'have you eaten' messages. You were starting to get worried that the two of you were drifting apart, and sooner or later, Leehan would come to the conclusion that you guys were better off as friends than lovers.
Still in your thoughts, you fail to notice the footsteps coming your way. After you stormed off, Leehan mentally smacked himself for letting you leave in the cold late night and sprung into action. He got himself a blanket and beanies before bolting out the door. It took at least 10 minutes before he considered calling the police to start a search party for you when he spotted a familiar figure sitting all alone. He lets out a sigh of relief and rushes towards you.
“Hey,” a deep voice startles you, and you instantly get up, ready to make another run for it when you register that it was actually your boyfriend. You sit back down and turn your body away from him.
“You found me,” he hums and asks if he could sit. You shrug, which he takes as a yes, and drapes the blanket over you. You let him because honestly, you were two seconds away from becoming a statue. You're internally scolding yourself for leaving in such flimsy clothing when he speaks.
“I'm so sorry for forgetting our date. I promise I didn't ignore you on purpose. My phone was on DND, and I didn't notice, I swear. I wondered why I didn't get a good morning text from you, but I brushed it off thinking work was holding you up. I didn't want to bother you, so I let it go and eventually forgot all about it once I was called to the studio. I haven't checked my phone all day, I swear!” He glances over to you, wanting your reaction, but you're still turned around.
“I- I'm sorry; I know none of that excuses me missing our date, but I just want you to know I didn't ignore you on purpose. I love you; I would never do that,” his voice turns into a whisper towards the end due to the built-up emotions he didn't know he had. “Y/n, say something, please,” he begs with tears starting to form.
You try to stand your ground and toughen up, but your body betrays you, and before you know it, you're sobbing again. Leehan rushes to wrap his arms around you, and you let him because it feels like it's been eternity since you've held each other. You end up on his lap with the blanket wrapped around you both and his hands running through your hair to calm your sobs.
“You wanna talk about it?” he breaks the silence, and you want to shake your head no, but you know you can't avoid this forever. This time you break the silence and get out everything that's been bottling up inside of you. He stares at you dumbfounded, wondering how long you had been holding that in. Guilt fills his mind just imagining you having doubts about your relationship. He internally scolds himself for not noticing any of this sooner. Tears start to form again as you take in his dumbfounded face for something else.
“Oh no! You really are gonna break up with me, aren't you!” that brings him back to you and rushes to deny such a horrible claim.
“No, we are not breaking up! Stop thinking that.” he continues to soothe you before a gust of wind reminds him that they are still outside in the freezing cold.
“Let's go inside and talk about this,” he gently whispers and gets up carrying you back home. Once you're settled inside and warmed up, you discuss all the doubts and worries about your relationship while Leehan reassures you that nothing will break you apart. Although it'll take a while to get your relationship back to how it was before, it's all worth it if you have each other.
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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Four
You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)
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You only heard from Choso twice since you bumped into him at the cafe. Once last night to confirm your date, and once a few hours ago to get your address.
You didn’t want to admit it, but you were incredibly excited to go on this date. Not just because you had never been to a carnival before, but also because you were going on with Choso. The mysterious, sexy, and as you just found out, bossy man from the club. There was something about him that intrigued you, and it wasn’t just the way he looked. The way he carried himself in such high regard, his cockiness, and his dominating aura were all just so sexy. You weren’t the type to ever listen to anyone, let alone a man, but if his commanding spirit wanted to control you, you would have zero problems with it. You felt possessed, as if someone different had come into your body and was making you want to obey this man.
Ever since his surprise appearance at your favorite coffee shop, you had been thinking about how bad you felt for basically ghosting Choso. You didn’t go out of your way to contact him after that night at the club, too focused on healing your heartbreak to care. It sounds bad, but it was the truth. You spent about another week, sulking, crying, screaming even. At some point during that week while you were waiting on a text from Suguru that never came, you mustered the courage to block his number and all of his social media. Tears dropped onto your phone nonstop as you did so, but you did it. You also promised yourself you wouldn’t reach out to him this time, knowing that no good would come from it and so far, you were keeping your promise.
You were so damn proud of yourself.
The next couple weeks you were flipping from crying yourself to sleep every night and having extreme anger outbursts. Said outbursts included screaming yourself raw into a pillow, burning photos of you and Suguru, and calling Andrea on a rampage (in which she spent thirty minutes trying to calm you down.) You were doing this healing thing pretty well, and although a few weeks before the thought of even speaking to a man repulsed you, Choso was slowly becoming the only exception to that rule.
It was currently six pm and you decided it was time to get ready. You had gotten back home from work about thirty minutes ago and were too excited to just sit still and wait for eight o'clock to come, so you decided to give yourself some extra time to get ready for your date with Choso.
After a quick shower that involved exfoliating and shaving everywhere (it was only the first date, but you never know,) you moisturized your body, and put on a silk robe to get ready. It was kind of chilly tonight, so you could wear a little more face makeup today. You didn’t go too heavy, but it looked like you actually tried. Your hair was still in knotless braids, which you decided to keep down, letting it cascade down your back.
For your outfit, you were having trouble deciding between your abundance of sweaters and sweatshirts, but you ended up choosing a slightly oversized maroon sweater that complimented your skintone the best. You paired it with bootcut dark wash jeans, then decided to finish the outfit off with a pair of black Doc Martens. You put on a small gold necklace and gold hoop earrings to match.
You gave yourself one final satisfied look in the mirror when you heard a knock on your front door. You checked the time and saw that it was 8 pm on the dot. Well, he’s very punctual, it seems.
You walked down the stairs, shoes in hand, trying to calm your breathing and the rapid beat of your heart. You were starting to feel guilty with how thrilled you were to go on a date with another man so soon. You felt ashamed considering it took you only just about a month to feel comfortable enough to start seeing someone again. Then again, your ex was seeing other people almost the entirety of your relationship, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, right?
You opened the door and were very pleased at the sight. Choso was standing on your doorstep with yellow sunflowers in his hands, and a small smile playing on his lips, his birthmark dancing with the subtle movements of his face. You took in his appearance and sucked in a breath, astonished at the sight before you. He had on an oversized black sweatshirt, dark wash jeans, and black Doc Martens to match yours. His hair was in his signature buns, this time a little neater though, his small bangs still on display. There was a silver chain that was barely visible underneath his sweatshirt, and he was wearing an expensive watch with his usual diamond earrings in his ears. His dark eyes were on you, waiting, so dark that they were almost haunting.
He was fucking beautiful.
“You got me flowers.” You finally let out, surprise in your voice. It was rare that you ever received flowers, let alone bought them for yourself. You liked them, but nobody nor yourself had ever gotten them in the past, considering you’d dated pretty shitty guys and you never went out of your way to get yourself any. The thought just never crossed your mind.
The smile remained on his face as he responded. “I got you flowers.” He stated back at you in confirmation. “And in your favorite color.” His eyes had a mischievous glint in them and you rolled your eyes.
“I guess you figured it out.” You grabbed the flowers from his hands gratefully, and stepped to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. He stepped inside with your permission and began to look around your apartment, an unreadable look in his eyes. You gave the flowers a small smell and smiled, looking back up at him.
“They’re beautiful, Choso. Thank you.” You said genuinely. They truly were beautiful, they seemed like they just bloomed today, so fragrant and delicate. “I’m going to put these in a vase really quick, then we can go, okay?” You asked and he gave you a small nod, still looking around in your apartment, making you nervous.
You hadn’t had many people inside your place: only Andrea, Suguru, and your siblings. It made you anxious knowing he was now in your personal space, getting a glimpse at who you really were. Your apartment was nothing crazy, small and cozy, consisting only of one bedroom and bathroom, a living room, and a tiny kitchen. The walls were a plain cream color, but it was decorated with photos of your friends and family (which consisted of only you and your sisters,) yellow paintings you had bought at a few local markets (a few which were actually sunflowers, weirdly enough,) and random trinkets you had gotten from traveling. Your place was clean and smelled like your favorite scented candle, so you weren't afraid he would think you lived in a pig’s sty, but it was still nerve-wracking to have his presence in your apartment.
You quickly walked into your kitchen and scrambled to find a vase that you knew had to be in one of your kitchen cabinets, somewhere. When you finally found one, you placed the flowers in, and filled it with water with a nervous tap of your foot, Choso’s silence in the other room making you want to leave your apartment as soon as possible. You had nothing to hide, but who knows? You could’ve left a vibrator sitting out on your living room table and he could be sat there in horror, ready to run for the hills (doubtful, but your mind was convincing you of every worst case scenario.)
The vase that seemed to be taking ages to fill with water finally reached the top and you walked to the living room with vigor to find Choso staring at the collage of photos you had on one of your walls. You mentally sighed in relief and placed the flowers down on the wooden end table next to your couch (with no vibrator in sight.) You stepped next to him and noticed him staring at the photo of you and your sisters a few years back, standing in front of the three of yours first home together. Your older sister had the keys to said home in her hand, as young as eighteen years old, with a huge smile on her face. Your younger sister was grinning just as wide and clinging onto an obviously annoyed you in the photo, with a scowl on your face. The picture showcased your differing personalities almost perfectly and it was your favorite photo of the three of you together.
“Are these your siblings?” He asked, still looking at the photos. He was pointing to said photo. “You guys look alike.”
You and your siblings were put into foster care when you were only fourteen years old, with your sisters being twelve and sixteen. You were all dealt a horrible hand in life, with both of your parents being addicts. You and your sisters had been basically fending for yourselves for years, going to food banks to get food, and sometimes having to shoplift for basic necessities. Everything hit a turning point when a neighbor called Child Protective Services on your parents, realizing you and your younger sister had been home alone almost everyday for a month while your older sister was out, working shitty part time jobs, on top of going to school, to provide groceries for her younger siblings. Your parents went on long drug benders often, not caring even a little if their children had food, water, or even electricity. When you were put into foster care, you all remained there for two years, with your older sister gaining sole custody of you and your younger sister quickly, due to her hard work. She ran her own traveling hair business and continued working her part time jobs from the moment you were all put into foster care, knowing she had to provide for herself and two younger children.
Her hair business grew with the help of social media, and the day she turned eighteen, she had enough funds to apply for places to live, all while filing for custody at the same time. Everything seemed to fall into place soon after that, with the three of you being able to have your own space, shortly after she was approved. It was a great change, since you all had been moving from one foster home to the other, way too often. Thankfully, you were all able to stay together in said foster homes, as the three of you fought to stay together each time.
Because your sister’s hair business grew, she was soon able to get her own shop. This also meant longer hours and more clients. A result of that meant you had to take care of your younger sister by yourself most of the time. She was old enough at the time to know how to take care of her basic needs, being fourteen years old, but you still had to be there to make her meals, help her with her homework, and drive her places she needed to be. This, sadly, prevented you from having a normal teenage life (if that were even possible, given the start.) It was okay though, all you wanted to do was make sure your younger sister was provided with a better childhood than when the three of you were living with two addicts who sadly succumbed to the life of hard narcotics. Your parents never tried to find the three of you, at least to your knowledge, and while it did depress you at times, you felt better off without them.
You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a nod as he turned to look at you. “Yeah, that’s them.” You said softly, barely audible, still thinking about the shitty life you had to live when you were young. “It’s just the three of us. They’re my entire world.” You said, sincerity in your voice.
You felt him staring a hole into the side of your head and heard him give a small “Hm.” You turned your head to him, eyes connecting with his, a glint of sadness in his eyes, although his face remained straight.
You noticed his change in expression and raised an eyebrow. “Hm,’ what?” You questioned.
“Nothing really.” He tilted his head, another unreadable expression in his eyes. “I’m pretty close with my brothers, as well.” His lips twitched, a smile almost forming, dark orbs still having a tint of gloom in them.
“Really?” You asked, surprised. You weren’t sure why, but he didn’t seem to be the family oriented type (then again, you knew close to nothing about him.) “How many do you have?”
“I’m the oldest of four.” He answered. “It’s just the four of us as well, our parents left us when I was barely eighteen. Pretty much ghosted us.” His smile disappeared and you noticed his face began to harden slightly, his jaw clenching.
You were shocked. Who would’ve thought the two of you would’ve had that in common? To you, Choso was the sexy, quiet guy from the club, a mystery waiting to be solved. It felt weird to actually learn things about him, to understand how much depth he actually has. It was a tragedy that the both of you were abandoned by your parents at such a young age, having to fend for yourselves when you were supposed to be having a normal childhood. Choso was the oldest though, and you could only imagine what that must’ve been like for him. You watched your older sister work her ass off to provide for two children, so you can’t imagine what Choso had to do to provide for three.
It was your turn to give Choso a “hm,” as a response, and his face softened as he looked down at you. “You don’t get to ‘hm’ me. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He had a smirk on his face now, and his pools of darkness were staring deeply into your eyes, seeming to hypnotize you to answer him, which you did with no problem.
You cleared your throat and your eyes remained on his, trying to act unphased by his intimidating presence. “Nothing really.” You mocked his previous answer and he rolled his eyes before you continued with a sad smile. “We just seem to have more in common than I thought.”
His car smelled like him: fresh laundry and a type of men’s cologne that you seemed to not get enough of. His vehicle was extremely clean on the inside, as well as the outside, and you were afraid your shoes would dirty up the carpet covered floor, even though you knew they were clean. It was a newer car, seeming to be extremely high tech and spacious. Before he pulled off, he turned on your seat warmer and had the passenger side of the car’s heat set to the perfect temperature, wanting to make sure you felt toasty before the two of you went on your journey. You didn’t fail to notice this and smiled to yourself, happy at the amount of attentiveness he was showing towards making sure you felt comfortable.
The car ride to the carnival was filled with a comfortable silence as The Weeknd played in the background, and you were pleasantly surprised by his taste in music. You didn’t think he would have bad taste per say, but it seemed like he took every song from your playlist and decided to play on the ride there. Your music tastes were very similar and you found yourself giving him the occasional, “I love this song!” With a bop of your head, in which he would respond with a lingering look at you, a closed lip smile on his face.
The two of you pulled up to the very busy carnival and managed to find a parking space close to the entrance. You were granted with the sight of flickering lights, the smell of fried food, and the loud sounds of rides, screams of joy, and games. You felt like a kid again, this time being able to experience true childhood. You had to hold in a squeal as you looked out the passenger seat window, the lights reflecting too many different colors in your eyes and felt Choso park the car.
You turned to him with childish glee in your eyes and a wide grin covering your face. “I’m so excited!” You exclaimed, no longer being able to hold your exhilaration. “I’ve never been to a carnival.” You said, truth in your words. Your parents barely provided funds for food, there was no way they would ever give you any money to have fun. As you got older, the thought of going to a fair never really crossed your mind, and it's not like Suguru was ever interested in activities like this.
Choso’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Never been to the carnival?” He repeated your words as a question and you shook your head, excitement still on your features. He looked at you with sadness covering his face, which he quickly fixed, thinking you wouldn’t notice. “Well, my precious sunflower, I’m gonna make sure you have the time of your life tonight, okay?” He said sweetly, his features softening, an adoring look in his eyes.
Your cheeks warmed and you nodded, unable to form words at his sudden mushiness and the nickname he had just called you. Sunflower? Cute. Different.
You watched as he stepped out of the car and waited for him to open your door patiently, just as he did before the two of you left your apartment. He opened it shortly after and extended his hand to help you get out, in which you obliged. His large and surprisingly soft hand enveloped over your much smaller one, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Before you could think, Choso was walking you towards the fair’s ticket booth, hand still in his. Goosebumps were all over your body at this point, as you prepared to let him lead the night.
Choso paid for a wristband for the two of you to ride unlimited fair rides and play as many games as your heart desired.
As the man at the ticket booth was putting the purple wristband on your arm, Choso let go of your hand and you had to hide your disappointment, not wanting to let go of him just yet.
As he finished, Choso suddenly had a big smile on his face, resembling yours from earlier. It was pretty scary, not because his grin was ugly, but because you had never seen an expression of such joy on his face before. His dark eyes were lit up by the differing colored lights and it looked like fireworks were going off in them.
“I have to admit…I invited you to the fair for a bit of a selfish reason.” He looked down at you, tilting his head with a look of mischief on his face.
You squinted your eyes at him, trying to understand what he meant. “Huh?” You asked confused.
“I love games. It’s my biggest strength and I wanted to show off for you tonight.” He explained, still smiling and let out a small chuckle, with a shrug. “Now that I know this is your first time at the carnival, I’m going to win every single game here for you tonight.” He promised with a determined look in his eye and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.
“Choso…” You stared up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “You’re a fucking nerd.” You continued and started laughing the minute his eyes narrowed at you.
He rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish laughing at your own joke. “You say that now…” He folded his arms across his chest, biceps still flexing through his sweatshirt. You didn’t miss said flexing and he gave a small smirk when he noticed you checking him out. “but you’re gonna’ be going home with enough stuffed animals to fill a room tonight. Just watch.” He then placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the first game he planned to win, and you tried to not sweat as his warm touch through your sweatshirt was making you hot all over.
So, Choso wasn’t lying. He was winning every single fucking game at the fair.
It started with the ring toss. Yeah, it was pretty impressive the way he was able to make the first three rings on the same colors with no problem. Your rings landed, but on completely different colors. That scored you a big fat zero and Choso a small teddy bear that you gladly accepted, although you were shocked at how easily he won the game. It was like he didn’t even try.
After that, it was skeeball. You weren’t too bad at this either, but Choso dusted you once again, winning yet another stuffed animal, this time bigger because of his high score. Again, you gladly accepted the prize, but he insisted on carrying it this time. Again, you were surprised at the way he continued to be victorious with no effort at all. You started to wonder if he spent all his free time just playing games all day. Not that that would be bad, it would just be a little astounding. Choso, dark, mysterious, and intimidating, in his house, playing all day. It was funny to imagine.
The two of you played more games, in which you continued to be mediocre at, but he was a pro at them. He was telling the truth about being a professional game player, he was breezing through everything like it was first grade math.
At some point, the two of you had to place the prizes he won in his car, with him being unable to carry all of them at once, refusing to let you help him even though you practically begged him to let you assist him. You returned to the fair quickly after, Choso obviously excited to continue showing you his skills. He was so fucking adorable.
The two of you were currently playing darts and balloons and you were absolutely horrible at this, the darts not even landing on the board. They were somehow downwards sloping to the ground every time and you noticed Choso trying to stifle a snicker.
“Let’s see you give it a try!” You pretty much shouted at him and folded your arms at him, waiting for him to make his move, with a sarcastic tap of your foot. You knew he would show you out, but you still had some hope he would be horrible at this too.
He laughed at your sore-loser behavior and picked up the three darts. “Watch and learn, pretty girl.” He gave you a smirk, playfulness in his deep voice, which caused you to stick your tongue out at him, playfully, trying to ignore the pitter patter of your heart at the compliment. He then turned his head towards the board, shortly throwing the first dart towards the board.
Pop.
“That’s one.” He said, still staring at the board with complete seriousness on his face, aiming his next dart. Your eyes narrowed, and you waited for him to continue, annoyed at your deduction being incorrect.
Pop.
“Balloon number two.” He was smirking this time and you scoffed at him, unbelievably. Cocky bastard.
Pop.
“And that’s three…” He dragged out his words and turned towards you slowly, with an “I told you so,” look on his face. You sucked your teeth at his response, eyes still narrowed.
“You cheated!” You accused him and he let out a booming laugh, eyes squinting in the process.
“You can’t cheat at this game!” He exclaimed at you, defending himself while still laughing. “It’s about skill. I did tell you I was damn good.” He was smiling down at you now, cheerfulness in his globes of darkness, as you folded your arms with a playful pout on your face.
“Whatever,” you said to him, faking annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to let me win, anyways? That’s the chivalrous thing to do!” He gave you an adoring look in response, coming closer to you. Your heart started to boom in your chest, quickly and skipping beats.
“It would be pretty impossible for you to beat me considering you scored absolutely zero points.” His large arms wrapped around your waist and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He was so close to you and he smelled so good, like laundry detergent and that cologne you couldn’t get enough of. You wanted to ask what he used just so you could buy it for yourself and spray it on yourself, wanting to be reminded of Choso.
You scoffed in disbelief, trying to cover up how flustered you actually were. “You are so damn cocky!” You pointed your finger in his chest playfully, looking up at him, neck hurting because of the height difference.
“I have good reason to be.” He responded, with a twitch of his lip. Your eyes widened at his insinuation and he laughed again.
“You are so expressive, you know that?” He pulled you closer and tilted his head down at you, his fingers caressing your lower back. “It’s adorable. Adds to your charm.”
Your cheeks warmed at that. Charm? You weren’t very charming, you were actually a mess. Clumsy, loud, blunt, rude. Not charming.
“Now, let me help you.” He snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he placed his hands on your hips roughly, and turned you so you were facing the darts and balloons stand again. You gasped softly at his grip, somehow feeling crazy turned on by the sensation. Your back was against his hard chest and your ass was touching his groin. You knew your panties were moistening from this simple interaction, and your stomach was in knots as he leaned down to get close to your face from behind.
“It’s all about aim and force.” He said softly, close to your ear, giving you goosebumps and a small shiver. He kept one arm on your waist and grabbed a dart with the other, soon placing it in your hand and enveloping his large one on top of yours. His fingers softly made it so your hand was in a pinching motion and aimed for the target. “Your aim could be great, but it won’t matter if you’re throwing with no strength. Got it?” He said reassuringly and you simply nodded, unable to speak.
“Alright then.” He said approvingly and you felt him nod curtly, still holding on to you tightly, making you feel both on edge and motivated at the same time. “Now throw it.” he commanded, with a force, and you obeyed him quickly with no questions asked. How could you, with the way you knew he was watching you, intimidation in his aura. You squinted, trying to focus on the target, then threw the dart towards the board with might.
Pop.
You gasped as the dart hit the balloon, popping it forcibly. You clapped your hands in excitement, a huge smile on your face, pride swelling your heart.
His face was still close to yours and you felt his grip on you tighten every so slightly.
“Good girl.” He said softly, obvious seduction in his voice and your throat hitched at his sudden words of praise. At this point, you knew your underwear was a pool of your arousal. There was something about Choso's approval and praise that made you weak in the knees and you wanted so much more of it. Your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in your chest and you were afraid he could feel it against his chest from behind.
He gave your waist a small squeeze and the side of your forehead a small kiss before he moved away from you, making you pout. His warm presence was gone too quickly and the side of your forehead was burning, aching for his lips again. You turned your head to him and watched as he gave you a closed lip smile.
“Now, try it yourself.” He nodded at you with great encouragement in his eyes.
Again, like a robot waiting on its command, you followed his instructions with zero questions.
Pop.
Pop.
You were actually jumping for joy now, unable to hide your excitement this time. You turned towards Choso, wanting his stamp of approval again, which he granted you with no problem. “Nice job, gorgeous.” He walked towards you, a smile on his lips and a fond look in his dark orbs. “I knew you could do it.” He finished sincerely. You cheesed back up at him, still giddy and bouncing like a true kid.
You ended up choosing a yellow, medium sized stuffed panda, which you insisted on calling “Choso Junior.” Choso didn’t mind, of course, finding it funny. You kept talking about it like a real human being, referring to it as “he” and “Choso Junior” instead of “it.”
“You wanna know why he’s called Choso Junior?” You looked up at Choso, still smiling as the two of you were currently walking towards a cotton candy stand. You briefly mentioned you hadn’t had cotton candy since you were as young as five, so Choso, of course, dragged you to the nearest food stall that sold said treat.
“Actually, yes.” He responded, and looked down at you with an eyebrow raised. “I’m all for this being our first child together, but why is it named after me? The bear is your favorite color after all. It should be named after you.” The two of you reached your destination, a small line ahead of you.
You squinted your eyes at him. “First of all, he. Not it.” You commented on his refusal to treat your new son as a human being. He playfully rolled his eyes in response and waited for you to continue.
“You’re right. He is my favorite color, but he looks more like you.” You explained and the confused look remained on the man before you. “His face is unamused and bored. And look! The dark patches around his eyes indicate how tired looking he is all the time. Just like his daddy.” You tilted your head up at him, a smirk on your face.
His eyebrows raised at you and he began to laugh softly at your commitment to the bit. “Great observation.” He stated as the line moved forward and placed his hand on your back again, guiding you closer to the front of the line. “I’m not unamused all the time, though. I’m very delighted when I’m around you.” He said it so casually, yet it set you on fire. Every little thing he said was getting a reaction out of you and you couldn’t tell if you hated it or not. It was like he knew exactly what to say, all the time.
The two of you reached the front of the line and he ordered for the both of you, pink for you and blue for him. He led you both to a bench nearby and you set Choso Junior down next to you, propped up, sitting up straight. You noticed the look of amusement Choso gave you and you shot him back a glance of playful annoyance, eyes squinting in the process.
Choso wrapped his free arm around your shoulder as the two of you were eating your cotton candy in silence, people watching.
You felt on top of the world. You were having the time of your life with Choso. You didn’t know you could have this much fun on a date. You were used to simple dinner daters, which were fine, but it was nice to do an activity with someone for a change. You were also surprised at how much fun Choso actually was. You didn’t think he was boring, but he gave off a vibe that he would be “too cool” to do something as child-like as going to the fair and playing endless games with you. Yeah, he wanted to show off playing said games, but you were also enjoying yourself. On top of it all, he kept his promise to you by winning enough stuffed animals to fill a room. You seriously didn’t know where you were going to put them all.
You suddenly felt his intense gaze on you and your assumption was correct as you looked up at him, being faced with his usual serious expression, this time with a look you couldn’t read in his eyes. He was pale in the bright moonlight, his clear, flawless skin glowing. The small pieces that fell from his buns were blowing in the light breeze of the wind and his rich, dark brown, almost black eyes were soft on yours. He was so fucking beautiful.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He stated seriously, emphasis in his words, seeming to read your thoughts. Your cheeks warmed and you gave him a stunned look at his confession. Your cheeks were so hot you felt like they were going to burn off.
Before you could respond, he leaned down and placed his lips on yours, softly and carefully. All the noise of the carnival seemed to fade away slowly, and all you could focus on was Choso’s soft pillows on yours. You were shocked at his sudden kiss, but quickly responded by moving your lips on his full, plush like ones in an unhurried way. You placed a manicured hand on his chest softly, wanting to feel him in some way on your palms. He tasted like mint toothpaste and blue raspberry, the flavor of his cotton candy. His tongue caressed yours softly and the arm that rested behind you was now placed on your lower back, pushing you towards him closer. He pulled his lips away from you shortly after, though, which caused disappointment to cross your features.
He noticed and gave you a small smile. “I know.” He responded to your dismay, a frustrated look in his eyes as well. “We are in public, though.” He looked around, smugly and you suddenly remembered where you were and you placed your hands on your cheeks to sooth the heat that began to rise again and gave you a loud, exaggerated groan.
He chuckled softly at your reaction and placed his pink, now swollen lips on your forehead, giving it a small smooch. “As much as I want to engulf you whole, it’ll have to wait.” He smirked at you, knowing he was working you up.
You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him yet another overdramatic groan, covering your entire face this time, making him laugh again.
This was definitely the best date you had ever been on.
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SYNOPSYS. after filming the 5some with your friends for onlyfanz , you find yourself filming solo content with all of them , then feelings get involved.
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haechan made his way into your room , where you were laying down on your back , scrolling through your phone. he smirked , grabbing you by your leg , you yelped , dropping your phone by your side , as he hovered above you. "you said i wasn't giving you attention , now here i am." you laughed , your eyes flickering down to his lip , he took notice smirking. "i believe you still owe me some kisses."
you reached up , kissing his cheek teasing him , he frown. "you can do better than that baby." you gave him another cheek kisses. "another." you went to give him another cheek kiss , but he grabbed your jaw. "let me help you." his lips smashed against yours , your legs immediately spreading , allowing him to get comfortable in between them. he moved his hips , grinding against you soaking up all your moans.
he finally pulled away for air , his lips swollen and his eyes dark with lust , still grinding against your heat. "hae..haechan , i want you inside me , wanna ride you." he smirked. "wanna ride my cock princess." you nodded , "pl..please." he stopped grinding his hips , rolling over on his back. "take your clothes off ." you stood up , grabbing the waistband of your pants , pulling them down , your sweatshirt next , he watched you , taking his cock out , stroking it as you took your clothes off.
"fuck baby , come here." you straddled his lap , hovering over his cock. "come on , sit on it baby." he held your hips , letting you sink down on his cock , both of you moaning in sync. "fu..fuck princess , so fucking warm." he groaned , you felt good , you cunt tightening around him. "oh fu..fuck baby , im gonna cum if you keep tightening around me like that."
you slowly started to move your hips , his cock dragging along your walls. "fu..fuck , you're so big." you moaned , speeding up your hips. "thats it baby , keep moving just like that , shit keep bouncing on my cock like that." he deeply groaned , throwing his head back. "fuuuck."
you felt too good , your cunt fluttering around his cock , he brought his hand up to your boobs , squeezing them as he thrusted up into your aching cunt , your moans , starting to sound more so like screams as he placed his feet flat against your bed , fucking up into you. "fuck haechan!"
you placed your hands on his shoulder , to keep yourself still as he pounded into you , your tits bouncing in his face. "such pretty titties baby." he took one into your mouth , sucking on it , careful to leave any marks , as much as he wanted to. "hae..haechan , i'm gonna cum." you toppled over , your head in his neck as he fucked you towards your orgasm. "gonna cum -fuck- around my cock." he slapped your ass. "fucking cream my cock." he grunted as you tightened around him , cumming. "fuck,fuck,fuck!" you rode out your high.
"sh..shit , look so pretty cumming around my cock like that -fuck- wanna cum in your mouth." he moaned , you climbed off his lap , laying flat on your stomach , taking him into your hand , stroking his heavy cock. "ngh shit princess , put it in your mouth." he sighed as you sunk down on him , his cock filling your mouth. "that's it -shit- suck my cock baby , im about to cum." you bobbed your head up and down , running your tongue along his veins. "sh..shit do that again." you obeyed , running your tongue along his vein , looking up at him. "shit , shit im cumming!" he grabbed your head , keeping it still as he came into your mouth. "fuck!"
you pulled off him , with a pop , swallowing his cum. "shit , get up here." he pulled you back into his lap. "such a pretty girl." he pulled you into a heated makeout , biting your lip, pulling away , you kissed his nose , he laughed dryly.
"how can you be so cute after doing all that." you shrugged , kissing him again. "stop it." he said , "wait just one more." you laughed kissing his nose one more time.
"you're so needy."
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Doll
Yoongi says the wrong thing at the wrong time, and it forces you to examine your feelings for him.
A Vows prequel. Read the rest here.
Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2.5k
Genre: Arranged marriage AU!, smut
Warnings: Sex, swearing
Note: Inspired by a prompt on AO3 and brought to life by the big sexy brain of @vyduan including the immortal quote ‘Get out of my house, hyung!’
You’re sitting in the back seat of the taxi, feeling a lot like you’ve thrown a live grenade and are fleeing the crime scene.
Yoongi’s words keep echoing in your head, like the expression on his face as he realised what you’d done.
He’d been working on this deal for months, gradually winning over the investors with his meticulous planning, his consistency, his straight up incredible instincts.
You don’t know your husband that well, but you know that he’s pretty damn good at what he does.
And you? You’re not good at anything really.
You have an ex who used to call you a pretty doll. You hadn’t minded it at first, it’d seemed like an endearment. Then slowly, you’d come to realise that he actually meant it.
You were decorative, ready to be played with.
Not good for much else.
Yoongi couldn’t have known in advance how much he would upset you when he’d spread his legs on the bed, patted your ass, and told you to ‘shut up and sit on my lap, doll.’
You’d been upset, but you’d obeyed anyway.
You’re worried about how much you want to please him when he doesn’t give a damn about you.
Doll.
You’d been so worked up you’d paid a troupe of strippers handsomely to put on a show outside his office just as the clients arrived.
Yoongi had known immediately, already searching the crowd gathered for you. He’d marched right up to you, grabbed your wrist to stop you from fleeing, and said, emphatically, and with meaning, ‘you cold hearted bitch.’
Somehow it hadn’t hurt as much as him calling you ‘doll’.
After all, you’d earned ‘bitch’.
‘Are you ok, miss?’ the taxi driver asks, tentatively.
You’re jerked out of your thoughts.
‘I’m fine,’ you say, realising your cheeks are wet, swiping at the tears rolling down your face. ‘I’m fine. Can you stop here?’
You have the driver pull over and drop you off because you can’t stand to be inside anymore.
You feel oddly lost as you look down the busy street.
It’s close to 5pm, and it’s already dark. You pull your coat closed and your keys jangle in your pocket.
You have an idea.
***
You slot the key into the lock, half expecting it not to work. You wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi’s had the locks changed.
To your surprise, the door opens soundlessly into a short hallway, and beyond it, the apartment Yoongi owns in the city.
Yoongi had taken you to this apartment in the first month after you were married, showing you around so perfunctorily it was almost as if he were an estate agent and you were a client instead of being husband and wife.
He’d explained that he’d bought it for the times when he was too tired to drive home, and that you were free to use it as you wished.
He’d presented you with the key you’re clutching now, metallic ridges cutting into your palm.
You’d thanked him, and that had been it.
You’ve not been back since.
The apartment’s warm, cosy now that you’ve switched on the lights.
There’s nothing in the fridge, barely anything apart from furniture in the living room.
You pour yourself a glass of water and head to the bedroom.
You help yourself to one of Yoongi’s t-shirts and an oversized sweatshirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and crash on the couch in front of the TV.
You snuggle into Yoongi’s sweatshirt, inhaling the clean scent, and before you know it, you’re asleep.
***
You wake to the door opening. You sit upright on the couch, heart thudding in your chest.
You hear footsteps, and then, a very beautiful man stumbles into the room.
It’s not your husband.
‘Seokjin,’ you groan, hand to your chest. ‘You startled me.’
He seems just as shocked to see you, taking two uncoordinated steps back.
Like you’re going to attack him.
He says, ‘I wasn’t expecting you either.’
He narrows his eyes suspiciously at you. ‘What have you done with Yoongi?’
‘I haven’t done anything to him!’ you splutter.
‘Sweetheart, you’ve done a lot to him,’ snaps Seokjin.
Unexpectedly, you feel tears prick your eyelids.
You look away so he can’t see your face.
He’s not wrong.
‘What are you doing here?’ you ask. Your voice wobbles a little but you’re hoping he doesn’t know you well enough to notice.
Seokjin’s quiet.
When he speaks, his voice is gentler.
‘I was going to crash here tonight, I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow.’
He goes to the kitchen, fills up two glasses of water, passes you one.
The water’s cool down your parched throat. You feel like you’re burning up.
Seokjin murmurs, ‘Those are his favourite shorts. He won’t let me borrow them.’
You gulp your water and finally feel in control enough of your emotions to say, ‘I won’t let you borrow them either.’
You look up to see Seokjin rolling his eyes.
‘Like I’d want them after you’ve been using them.’
He sounds like a child.
You don’t dignify his comment with a response.
‘Does Yoongi know you’re here?’
You feel the tears threaten to come back.
‘I sent strippers to his meeting with Opal,’ you confess, miserably.
Seokjin’s quiet for so long you have to look at him.
He’s staring at you, a bemused expression on his face.
‘Damn,’ he says finally. ‘You’re an evil genius.’
He leans back in his chair, unbuttons the top button of his shirt, loosens his tie.
‘So did he kick you out of the house?’
‘He’d never do that,’ you say. As soon as the words leave your lips you know they’re true.
Yoongi’s a lot of things, but he’s always taken his responsibilities as your husband seriously, even when he can’t stand you.
Seokjin’s looking at you knowingly.
He drinks the rest of his water and sets the glass down.
He gets up. ‘I’ll take the spare room, if that’s ok with you.’
You tilt your chin haughtily. ‘Well, I wasn’t going to offer to share the master bedroom.’
Seokjin looks down at you, a flicker in his eyes you can’t interpret.
He raises a brow at you but all he says is, ‘Good night, Y/N,’ before he heads down to the spare bedroom.
***
When you next wake it looks as though it’s not long been light outside.
You sit up, and a wave of nausea sends you stumbling to the bathroom. You retch into the toilet, head pounding, the room swirling around you.
You feel awful.
You wonder if this is the universe exerting karmic revenge on you for being a cold-hearted bitch.
You get up unsteadily and trudge to the kitchen for some water.
You’re sitting at the kitchen counter, trying to hold back the urge to be sick, when Seokjin enters.
He looks like he’s just stepped out the pages of an autumn/winter campaign for a high-end designer.
You close your eyes and will him away.
‘Are you ok?’
‘Fine,’ you grit out. ‘I’m fine.’
‘You look terrible,’ he says.
‘I’m probably contagious,’ you snap, exasperated. ‘Better stay away.’
You clap your hand over your mouth and rush back into your room.
You stay crouched, hugging the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, until you hear the door close.
***
When you wake next, the sun’s high in the sky.
The nausea’s settled, but now your head feels like it’s trying to crack itself open from the inside.
There are noises coming from the kitchen.
Jesus, the apartment has more foot traffic than most department stores.
You wonder how many people Yoongi’s given a key to.
Unbidden, Park Gyuri’s beautiful face flashes into your mind.
Not for the first time, you wonder about Yoongi’s relationship with the stunning ex-model.
You lie very still in bed, but the noises don’t stop.
Pulling Yoongi’s hoodie on, you go to investigate.
Only to nearly run into Seokjin.
He grabs your arm to steady you.
‘Brought you some food,’ he says, briskly.
You wonder if you’ve stepped into an alternate universe.
‘Why would you do that? If I die Yoongi can marry someone else without dividing his assets.’
You’re following Seokjin into the kitchen.
He scoffs without turning around. ‘I’m sure he has an ironclad prenup.’
He starts spooning soup into a bowl.
‘There’s meds and water on the counter.’
You sit, still dizzy with a sense of unreality.
Have you died and is this the afterlife?
You’d always thought you’d see your mum after you died.
Tears are falling from your face even before Seokjin pushes a bowl of steaming broth in front of you.
He passes you a napkin.
‘Eat up,’ he says. If he notices your tears, he doesn’t let on.
For lack of anything better to do, you obey.
Seokjin fills his own bowl and joins you.
Which is how Yoongi finds you, crying into your chicken soup silently with Seokjin sat opposite you.
He says nothing about the bizarre tableau for a moment, then he turns to Seokjin.
‘Hyung, give us a moment.’
Seokjin sets his spoon in his bowl. There’s a look that passes between the two men as Seokjin gets up to leave, but you don’t have the bandwidth to interpret it right now.
Yoongi waits until the door’s closed behind Seokjin.
Then he asks, not moving from where he’s standing in the doorway, ‘why are you crying?’
His voice is completely neutral. It sounds like he’s asking you what you want for breakfast.
You don’t know how to answer him.
‘I’m sad,’ you say finally.
Yoongi considers your answer for an inordinately long time.
‘Do you want a divorce?’
Again, his voice is completely neutral.
You search his face carefully, and when you don’t find an answer you toss the question back his way.
‘Do you want a divorce?’
Yoongi says, slowly, ‘I didn’t marry you to make you unhappy.’
‘I’m unhappy, but not just because of this marriage,’ you reply.
Yoongi still hasn’t moved from his spot.
‘I have no desire to make your life miserable,’ he tells you. ‘If being married to me is making life intolerable for you, then we shouldn’t be together.’
He looks away as he speaks, and there’s something sad about the way his throat works as he swallows.
You realise, with a sudden blinding flash of clarity, that this is what your impenetrably tough husband looks like when he’s vulnerable.
And for some reason, you find it unbearably moving.
You realise you have a choice here.
You get up, and move to stand in front of him.
‘I hate you, Yoongi,’ you say, reaching up to cup his cheek.
His gaze meets yours.
‘You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met,’ he replies.
He brushes a hand over your cheek, pushing your hair back.
‘Seokjin said you were sick,’ he says, very gently.
‘I feel better,’ you say.
Yoongi looks unconvinced. ‘Come, let’s go lie down.’
You end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch.
Yoongi puts on a movie.
‘You’re wearing my shorts,’ he remarks.
You say, innocently, ‘would you like them back?’
There’s a smile in his voice. ‘Stop tempting me.’
You fall asleep with a smile on your own face at the warmth you heard in his voice.
When you wake again, it’s with a clear head and your beautiful husband dozing on the couch next to you.
With him asleep, you allow yourself to look without restraint at the planes and angles of his face.
You drink him in.
You’re still staring when he says, ‘I’m sorry I called you a cold hearted bitch.’
You start, and he opens his eyes.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says again. ‘If what I said made you cry.’
‘I don’t mind being called a bitch,’ you reply.
His hand’s slowly stroking your thigh over his shorts.
‘Don’t call me a doll,’ you say.
Yoongi sighs. ‘I knew you were upset that time.’
He leans closer to you. ‘What can I call you, jagiya, that won’t upset you?’
‘I don’t mind being called baby,’ you say.
Yoongi presses a soft kiss to your cheek. His voice rumbles in your ear.
‘You’re a brat,’ he tells you. ‘You sabotage the business deal I’ve been working on for months, and then you put on my favourite shorts and ask me to call you baby?’
His hand’s so high up your thigh now he can hook his fingers into the waistband of his shorts.
‘Why do I want to do it anyway?’ he asks. He drags his teeth over your earlobe.
He slips his hand under the shorts, cupping you over your panties.
You’re already wet, have been since he called you a brat in that tone he uses that’s half amused, half exasperated.
It’s not so much that your husband’s deep, gravelly voice is sexy, although it is.
It’s that he sounds affectionate when he calls you a brat.
You’re starting to realise that his feelings for you, like yours for him, are more complex and multi-layered than simply love or hate.
Yoongi mouths over your neck, long fingers stroking over you. He slips one finger inside you, and you cry out, muffled against his shoulder.
‘Baby,’ he groans, finger pressing deep, curling inside you. ‘You’re so warm.’
‘Yoongi,’ you murmur. The urge to move your hips against his hand is so strong you can’t keep still.
Yoongi slips another finger into you, and you moan at how he feels. His palm presses against your clit, making you pulse over his fingers.
‘You make me so angry, jagi,’ he tells you, words coming out staccato, punctuated by his fingers moving inside you. ‘Why do I want to give you everything you want?’
This is news to you, but you can’t process, not with the way his fingers are working inside you, how his lips are pressed against yours. It’s not so much a kiss as a claim.
You’re not in control, not when Yoongi loves on you like this. You let go, and he groans into your mouth as you come.
‘Baby,’ he says. ‘My baby.’
***
You’re curled up in a corner of the bedroom when Yoongi comes out of the shower.
He casts a glance at you as he walks over to the dresser for his clothes.
The way his back flexes as he rummages through the drawer gives you courage enough to say, ‘hey.’
Yoongi turns, lifts his chin at you, hand curled into where his towel is tucked around his waist.
His hair’s wet, slicked back, and holy hell, he’s beautiful.
‘You want these shorts?’ you ask, getting up.
Yoongi acts like he’s not interested, but the curl of his lip gives him away.
‘Yeah,’ he says.
‘Come take them off me,’ you say.
Your husband smirks at you, and then makes his way over to you, every step purposeful, deliberate.
‘I ought to spank you for what you did with those strippers,’ he says.
‘Promises,’ you scoff.
Yoongi laughs as he reaches you. ‘Stop tempting me,’ he warns.
Both of you hear the sound of the front door opening.
You freeze.
‘How many people have the keys to this apartment, Yoongi?’
Yoongi gives you a funny look, like you should know. ‘Only you and Seokjin.’
He turns, calls out.
‘Get out of my apartment, hyung!’
‘Forgot my watch,’ calls Seokjin.
‘He probably just wants to watch us again,’ Yoongi mutters.
He smirks. ‘Want to give him a show?’
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Welcome home little brother
Obey me x eight little brother reader
🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🖤🤍🖤🖤🤍🖤🤍being the ninth member of the student council of the RAD is not easy in addition to these tasks also add homework and keeping up good grades if you don't want to end up hanging by Lucifer but it will never be as difficult as being the smallest demon in the house despite you are 1000+ years old your older siblings still see you as a child and some of them are still very protective of you, to them you are still the little boy of the house..
it was morning and you had decided to go down to the kitchen to have breakfast it was seven o'clock and you knew that most likely none of your brothers would be awake but you were wrong
Lucifer: already awake at this hour?
M/N:oh i woke up early and couldn't sleep anymore so i decided to go down for breakfast and go for a ride outside as we don't have RAD today
Lucifer look you up and down but before he could speak your other big brother came in and well he didn't like what he was seeing
Satan: WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DRESSING LIKE THIS?!
this is how you were dressed: (you were wearing shorts but they didn't show through under the sweatshirt)
M/N: clothes?
Lucifer: you don't leave the house dressed like that M/N
M/N: you can't command me!
Lucifer and Satan glare at you
Lucifer: are you sure?
M/N: I-I meant, I'm going to change after
Satan: here eat
M/N: thanks
satan gives you a plate of pancakes and you start eating later were you going to see a friend an incubus/succubus of your own age
M/N: I finish I will go now bye!
Lucifer: you have to come back within four hours but first you have to change, you dressed like this you don't leave the house
M/n: ugh…
after changing, you leave the house to see your incubus/succubus friend
incubus/succubus:hey m/n you came
M/n: yea! Let’s go
after some time spent with your friend you had to go home if you didn't want to find the twins to mess around all the circles of hell to find you and by the way it was also lunch time so say goodbye to your friend and come back at home but while you were texting at the table the worst happened..
you were texting with your friend and laughing when one of your brothers notices this
Asmodeus: who do you message with? ooooo!!!, is he/she your boyfriend/girlfriend
a dead silence fell and in less than a second you found all your brothers staring at you with wide eyes
Mammon: are you talking to someone?!
Satan: who the fuck is this jerk! *satan was in his demon form*
Belphie: I want to kill someone..
M/N: since you've been awake!?
Lucifer: M/N give me the phone NOW
M/N: I swear he/she is just a friend!
Lucifer:I. SAID. GIVE. ME. THE. PHONE
you give it to him understanding that if you fight back things could have been worse
Lucifer: You're grounded go to your room
M/N: but-
Lucifer: NO BUT
Belphie: I'll be back in an hour😃🔪
Satan:I'll come with you
in short, being the smallest in the house is not a walk in the park since you are practically seven bodyguards 24/7
🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🖤🤍🖤🖤🤍🖤🤍
#male reader#male y/n#obey me belphie#obey me satan#beel obey me#obey me x gender neutral reader#obey me x male reader#obey me asmodeus#obey me#obey me brothers
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Number 01 - Rafe Cameron
Hockey Rafe is my favorite Rafe. Uh... this is fun.
Summary: You go see one of Rafe’s games but you don’t own a jersey with his number on it so when you get to the arena, you go to the merchandise stand to get one but they are out of Rafe’s jersey, so you
Version 1: Call him
Version 2: Buy a random jersey that is NOT rafe’s…
Warnings: smut, degrading, foul language, spanking, MEAN DOM RAFE, overstim, Rafe is rough, choking, uh have fun and please!!! USE PROTECTION
VERSION 1:
You arrived to the Columbia University hockey arena in hopes of getting a jersey with Rafe’s number on it. The arena was packed with college students and parents, filled wall to wall with light blue and white. Of course you had Columbia merchandise but none with your boyfriend’s big number 01 on the back.
Of course, your mind drifted to the CAMERON that would spread across your shoulders, how the big block letters would show everyone in the stand that you are his.
But alas, as soon as you walked into the arenas small merchandise store, they were out of Rafe’s jersey. Being the star player, everyone, girls and boys alike, wanted to have his jersey. But you? Rafe’s fucking girlfriend? You didn’t even have one?
“Fuck.” You huffed out. Looking down at your Columbia sweatshirt, you take a deep breath. You pull your phone out and call him.
“Y/N? What’s up? Everything ok?” Rafe’s deep voice filled with worry, you’ve never called him before a game.
“Yeah! Yes! Everything is fine.” You were embarrassed at yourself for calling him. “I just...” You took a breath. “I wanted to surprise you by wearing a jersey with your number on it but the store is out so I just wanted to ask you if you had anything, like a t-shirt or hoodie or something?” You had to stop yourself from rambling on.
Rafe was silent and you feared he was angry with you for calling him so close to game.
“Rafe?” You heard him breathing on the other line.
“Baby, all you had to do was ask me for one of my jerseys. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Where are you sitting?” You glanced at your ticket.
“Uhh... Right by the penalty boxes.”
“I’ll make sure everyone knows that you’re mine. Love you, baby.” The call ended before you could say it back and you were wondering how Rafe was going to help you out, but you shrugged it off and went to find your seat.
The arena was filled with a sea of white and light blue jerseys. Your heart was racing, ready to see Rafe do what he does best.
Ten minutes later, the team was being announced and of course, being the star player, they were making the crowd wait with anticipation and keeping him until last. You were waiting anxiously to see how Rafe was gonna get you another jersey.
Finally, the moment came.
“Ladies and gentleman, NUMBER ONE..... RAFE CAMERON!” The announcer yelled out his name and the crowd legitimately went crazy. You watched as your boyfriend skated out on the ice, the 01 marking his chest. You were cheering with the rest of the fans.
Rafe’s eyes immediately went to where the penalty boxes were, hoping to find you. He grinned when he did and skated in your direction and you realized rafe was holding a dark blue jersey. He braced his forearm against the plexiglass, grinning at you, his blue eyes twinkling.
“Hey baby.” Everyone around you was screaming. “Catch!” He threw the jersey over the plexiglass wall. Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off of you while you brought the light blue sweatshirt over your head, revealing your white crop top underneath. The crowd seemed to grow louder as you pulled Rafe’s dark blue jersey over your head, a stark contrast to the light blue sea around you. His jersey seemed to swallow you and Rafe just could not get enough of seeing you in his clothing. He skated away from you, grinning like a little kid and mouthed, “Turn around, baby.” You obeyed and when Rafe saw his name, his last name on your back, he could have died happily right then and there.
Rafe played incredibly well that day, his mind only on you, constantly finding moments to spot you in the crowd, which was easy because you were the only one wearing dark blue.
“HE SHOOTS....... AND HE SCORES! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, RAFE CAMERON HAS SCORED THE WINNING GOAL! COLUMBIA WINS THE GAME!” You cheered along with the rest of the crowd, admiring how his teammates crowded in a circle around him. Rafe caught your eye and winked at you. Even though he and his team were undefeated, he was sure he’d found his good luck charm. You in his jersey, proudly wearing his name for everyone to see.
VERSION 2:
“Fuck!” You were rummaging through your closet, trying to find anything with the number one on it. Rafe had asked you to wear his team colors, half hoping that you would ask him to borrow a jersey so that you could wear his last name with pride, but you hadn’t. Rafe brushed it off, trying not to let it affect his mood, but he couldn’t deny that he was the tiniest bit disappointed.
“FUCK!” You couldn’t find anything in his team’s light blue and silver colors that was appropriate for a hockey game. You threw on a pair of jeans and checked Rafe’s side of the closet to see if he had anything, anything at all. Your phone pinged, signaling that your Uber had arrived.
“God FUCK.” You grabbed your phone and ran outside.
When you got to the arena, you all but ran to the merchandise stand to nab a CAMERON jersey. Your face fell when she told you that all of the 01 jerseys were gone.
“No, you don’t understand, I need that jersey.” The girl rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure you desperately need to have THE Rafe Cameron’s jersey. Next!”
“Wait! Do you have a...” Your hands ran through your hair. “a number eleven?”
The rude fucker practically threw the jersey at you.
“$50.” You gave her your card, threw the jersey on and offered a quick “thank you” before going to find your seat.
The large crowd started to get increasingly wilder as players were announced. You knew that Rafe was going to be announced last, but your heart was racing.
“AND NUMBER ONE, RAFE CAMERON!” Rafe looked as good as always, his light blue and white jersey complimenting his skin tone. He waved to the crowd and then his eyes locked on you. He grinned before looking down at what you were wearing.
“The fuck?” He skated over to the plexiglass you were behind and suddenly, you were glad that it was separating you. “Take it off.” Your eyes widened, you hadn’t wanted to cause a scene.
“Rafe I-” He set his hand on the glass.
“Baby, take it the fuck off.” You glanced around, several people around you were watching. A blush crept onto your face as you gripped the bottom of the jersey and pulled it off.
Rafe licked his lips before setting his helmet and sick on the ice and tugged off his protective gear and jersey, and chucked it over the glass.
“Put it on.” He didn’t wait for you and grabbed his stuff to leave the ice. You didn’t watch his next movements as you put his jersey on. It was still warm and smelled of him.
Rafe skated back onto the ice, donning a dark blue jersey. The people cheered again and the game began.
He was playing a great game, everyone on Columbia was. But you could tell that there was more aggression and anger behind Rafe’s gameplay than his usual cocky and determined demeanor. When the timer ran down and Columbia had won by three goals, Rafe looked at you for the first time since throwing you his jersey. You could see, even through his helmet, his bright blue eyes trained on you. Everyone around him was celebrating, but not Rafe.
“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. You were for sure in trouble now.
You waited for Rafe outside the locker room, you had special access. He informed you earlier in the day that he could give you a ride back to your apartment. You watched as every other player left the locker room.
You’d texted Rafe a couple of times.
Hey! Great game! I’m waiting outside the locker room!
Baby? You almost ready?
Rafe?
Are you ok?
Your last message, sent five minutes ago, after Rafe’s coach left, was still unread, leaving you to wonder what the hell Rafe was doing in the locker room.
You pushed the door open, the scent of sweaty man hitting you like a slap to the face.
“Rafe?” You called out into the seemingly empty room.
You walked further into the locker room, hearing a shower on in the back. You walked towards the back of the room to where the small shower cubicles were hidden, finding one still occupied. You walked around the room until you found Rafe’s locker and sat down on the nearest bench.
It wasn’t long until you heard the water turn off and the curtain rungs sliding across the metal pole. You hear his footsteps crossing the concrete and you hold your breath, waiting for him to turn the corner.
Rafe rounds the corner, one hand on his towel and the other raking through his wet hair. His eyes lock on yours, gaze narrowing. You stand up.
You begin to speak but Rafe shuts you up.
“Sit the fuck down, Y/N.” Your eyes widen. Rafe’s hair hangs in front of his face, the water from the shower dripping from his hair onto his chest. “What the fuck was that?” You sit down, not wanting to worsen his mood further.
“Rafe I-” He slammed his locker shut.
“Did you think it was funny?” You didn’t respond. “Did you think it was fucking funny?” Rafe turned to you, his eyes piercing into yours. You don’t think you’d ever seen Rafe this angry. He stepped in your direction, towering over you. “Why the fuck would you wear Nehlson’s jersey?” His jaw was clenched, the look in his eyes scaring you.
“Rafe, I didn’t think it would be a big deal!” You tried getting up but Rafe’s hand caught your neck, effectively shutting you up. He guides you to a row of lockers unblocked by a bench, pinning your body to the metal. His other hand lands next to your head.
Rafe’s gaze is anywhere but your eyes, his breath shaky. His grip on your throat, just the tightest bit, cutting off any chance you had to speak.
“You thought it wouldn’t be a big deal?” His voice is just above a whisper. “Baby.” Rafe finally looks at you, a look you’ve never seen in his eyes.
You suck in a breath, which is hard due to the pressure of his hand wrapped around your throat.
“You didn’t think it would be a big deal if you wore another guy’s jersey? Why the fuck would that not be a big deal, sweetie?” The pet name shot a shiver through you. Your hands grasp his wrist. “Put your fucking hands down.” You comply. Rafe’s hand leaves your throat and you suck in a breath. Rafe turns around, his hand raking through his wet hair. “Baby, you embarrassed me.”
“Rafe I tried to get one of yours but they were all sold out! What did you want me to do?” Rafe turned around in a flash, his hands slamming on the metal beside your head.
“Then you fucking ask me.” His pupils were dilated, his breathing even more ragged. “Pick up your fucking phone and call me.” His hand moves from beside you and gently caresses your cheek. “You know what Nehlson said to me at the first break?” Rafe’s breath fans your face. “Baby, he said that,” Rafe’s thoughts were scattered. “he said that he would be happy to fuck you while you wear his jersey.” Your eyes widened. “So if you were wondering why he didn’t play the rest of the game, that’s why.”
“Rafe what did you do?”
He smiled.
“Relax baby. They still let me play the rest of the game.” Rafe locked eyes with you again. “Though I can’t say anything about tomorrow’s game.”
Before you can reply, Rafe’s mouth is on yours. The kiss is anything but loving. Rafe’s hand travels to your neck again. Your hands reach up, fingers tangling in Rafe’s hair, tugging on it. Rafe moans into your mouth. You begin to take the jersey off but Rafe interrupts you.
“Oh no honey. Leave it on.” Rafe steps back, a hand back on his towel and sits down on the bench behind him. “Take off everything else, and then we’ll get started.”
“Rafe we are in a locker room!” You step forward but stop under Rafe’s gaze.
“Do I look like I care? I’m not gonna ask again.” He leaned forward, his forearms on his thighs, staring straight at you.
You quickly slip off your tennis shoes and fumble while trying to take off your jeans. Rafe’s eyes don’t move from your form as you take off your pants.
“C’mere baby.” You comply and step toward him. Rafe’s hands are on your hips immediately. His fingers gently slide up and down your thighs, underneath his jersey. His fingers hook onto the sides of your underwear. You set your hands on his bare shoulders.
Rafe looks into your eyes.
“Baby, you know I love you, right?” You nod, half-distracted by his ministrations on your thighs. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Rafe rips you underwear off of you, searing your thighs.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as his fingers find your core. You can feel his gaze trained on your face but you can’t find the courage to look at him. Rafe plunges two fingers into you, stretching you deliciously, coaxing a long moan out of you.
“Fuck. How are you already this wet?” You can’t hide the heat rushing to your cheeks. “Is this from watching me play?” Your body shakes when his thumb brushes against your clit.
You whimper.
“Or...” His thumb presses down hard on to you. “Did you know all along that this would happen? You knew if you wore someone else’s jersey that I’d get jealous?” His fingers increase in speed, your pussy making the most lewd noises.
“Rafe...”
“Shut up.” You struggle to catch your breath and manage to look at him. His gaze is trained down, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, watching your wetness slide down your trembling thighs and his wrist. His gaze flickers up to yours. He slips another finger into you.
“Fuck...” You whisper, your head falling back.
Rafe’s fingers curl and he stops moving.
“No...” He is quick to interrupt you.
“Are you so fucking needy that you wore another guys jersey? Do I not get you off enough baby? My big cock not good enough for you?” You clench around his fingers at his degrading words.
You can’t answer him. His fingers are still stilled inside of you but he brushes his thumb against your clit again.
“So fucking needy. But this isn’t for me, right?” Rafe pulls his fingers out of you, the sudden emptiness making you gasp.
He stands up and walks to his locker.
“Rafey...” You try to catch your breath, you clench around the memory of him. “Please.”
You hear him laugh darkly behind you. Suddenly, his hot breath is on your neck.
“Please what? Use your words.” His fingers dance around the hem of his jersey. “Or I will leave. Right now.”
“Rafe I didn’t...” You suddenly feel his body press into yours. “I didn’t wear it to make you jealous. I just thought it was the closest number to one.” You can feel the effects from his actions present on your thighs.
You try and turn around but Rafe’s hand on your lower back pushes you down. Your hands land on the bench, giving him access to your cunt.
He kicks your legs apart. Arousal floods to your core again and you know Rafe is looking straight at your most intimate part.
“Number eleven?” He steps closer, your heart racing. “Seems only fitting that you get punished eleven times then, princess.” Your eyes widen at his threat and the nickname he rarely uses.
The sound of his hand on your ass echos throughout the room.
“RAFE!” His thumb presses onto your clit again.
“Count. Or else it’s double.”
You swallow the lump in your throat.
“One.”
You obey his orders, blinking back the tears and hoping that Rafe doesn’t notice how you’re dripping down your thighs. He reaches ten and before you can speak, his palm comes down again, flat on your cunt.
The moan that releases from your throat awakens a beast in Rafe.
“Eleven.” It comes out like a whisper. Your body is shaking from his blow, knuckles white from gripping the hard bench, but Rafe knows you liked it. He moved your hair from your back, making sure his name is fully visible on your back.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” His hands settle lazily on your hips, thumbs drawing circles on your bare skin. You hear the towel drop and your heart races, anticipating what’s to come.
“You’ve always wanted to do what?” Rafe sucks in a breath before lining himself up at your entrance.
“Fuck you while you wear my jersey.” He slides into you, knowing that you’ll beg for him to go faster.
“Shit. Rafe…” You roll your hips back into his as he bottoms out inside of you, his length reaching impossibly deep within you. “Please.”
“Please what?” You are glad he can’t see you roll your eyes.
“Rafe please move.”
He grins, loving the state you enter when you are desperate for an orgasm.
“Ok, baby.” Rafe slides out of you slowly, making you whine with impatience.
“Fuck. Faster! Rafe please.”
He eyes his last name across your shoulders one last time before slamming into you.
Rafe is relentless as his hips slap yours, coaxing moans out of you and low grunts out of him. You nearly scream as Rafe’s fingers brush your clit.
“Rafe- s’to much.” He presses hard onto your clit, somehow going faster.
How does he have this much energy after a game?
“Fuckin’ take it.” Comes his throaty reply.
You feel your orgasm coming and you grab Rafe’s hand, desperate for him to stop the sweet pain, but he’s relentless, thumbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.
But he doesn’t stop. Rafe groans as he feels your release, your soft walls clenching around him so hard he nearly comes, but alas, he keeps his pace steady, drilling into your sopping, overstimulated core at an ungodly speed.
“Oh God, please.”
“Yeah baby, pray to me.” Your body’s reaction to his words is embarrassing but you can’t help it. His fingers continue their assault on your clitoris, causing you to writhe in his strong hold, desperate for a break.
“Fuck, god, please! Rafe I can’t-“
“Princess…” you gush at the nickname, “you asked for it faster, I’m only giving you what you want.”
As he drills into you from behind, there is nothing you can do except take what he gives you.
“You got one more f’me? C’mon I know you can come for me one more time baby.” His lips tickle your ear. “You gonna come around me while wearing my name across your back?”
That does it.
You let out a broken moan as you come again and Rafe follows.
The two of you catch your breath and you feel Rafe smirk into your shoulder. He turns you to face him, his eyes twinkling.
He takes you in, how ‘fucked out’ you look. He bends down, capturing you in a kiss before swiping his fingers across your cunt, gathering the mixture of you two. You jolt and grab his arms at the contact. He laughs into your lips.
“Sorry, princess. Had to get one more taste.” He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. He turns to get dressed and you look at the floor, finding your torn panties. You grab them, glaring at Rafe.
“Rafe!” He turns, seeing the fabric in your hands and his grin returns.
“What?” He leans against the locker, his underwear visible through his unzipped jeans.
“What the hell am I supposed to wear?” You feign anger, trying to push the thoughts of how hot it was when he ripped them off of your body from your head.
Rafe turns back to his locker, pulling out a pair of warmup sweatpants and tossing them to you. You roll your eyes and put them on. As he tugs his shirt on he takes you in.
Your sitting on the bench pulling your shoes on, dressed in his sweats and his jersey, complete with his name on the back. Your his.
He shuts his locker and tips your chin up. He bends down to kiss you. It’s tender, a vast difference to his treatment 10 minutes prior.
“Y’ready?” You nod, and let him lead you out of the locker room and to his car.
As you enter the parking lot, a loud slap is heard.
Rafe’s hand on your ass. Again.
“RAFE CAMERON!”
All he can do is laugh and pull you into him.
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Begging for anything cscoop related 😭🙏🙏
long distance video call sex with cooper (self indulgent and very short but here you go)
adjusting your camera to make sure you were in frame was the only thing you could do to help calm your nerves while you waited for your boyfriend to join the call. dressed in nothing but one of his shirts that you had stolen from him last time you saw each other and his favorite pair of your panties, you sighed and fiddled with your phone until his voice started to pour through your speakers.
"hey, sorry, travis needed some help with some stuff. holy fuck, you look so good," he greeted you as he turned his camera on.
"hi, baby. you look even better," you cooed once you could see him. he looked perfect in his sweatshirt, dark blond hair peeking out from under the hood.
"shut up," he joked smoothly. "been thinkin' about you all day."
"yeah? like what?"
"like how bad i wish you were here. when's your next trip out?" it was so like him to make you beg for his filthy words. cooper loved making you ask for whatever you wanted, always savoring the desperate expressions on your face as you pleaded with him to tell you what he wanted to do to you.
"few weeks. please, coop, talk filthy to me like you always do, please, i've missed you so much..."
"needy today, aren't we?" you didn't even have to look at him to know he was wearing a shit-eating grin; it was so easy to hear in his voice.
"please don't be a dick about this right now. i need you." bringing your knees to your chest so he had somewhat of a peek at your soaked underwear, you bit your lip and tilted your head, hoping to draw him in.
"you always need me," he chuckled softly, palming himself through his sweats offscreen.
"can you blame me?"
"yeah, i can. you're pathetic." his words cut through you like a knife, sending warmth straight to your core and causing your legs to tremble visibly just a bit. "fuck, i forgot how much you enjoy being talked down to like that."
"only when it's you," you purred back.
"spread your legs for me," he instructed, leaning back in his chair. obeying, you opened your legs and pushed your panties to the side just enough for him to see how wet you were. "fuck... need to be in you."
"mmfh, please, coopie," you moaned, tossing your head back and inserting one finger into yourself.
cooper grunted and pulled his length out of his pants, stroking himself as he admired your fingers working deftly in and out of your tight, dripping hole.
using your other hand to trace swirling circles on your clit, you shifted anxiously in your seat, bucking your hips in an attempt to get more pleasure.
"such a good little whore for me," he groaned when you removed your digits and brought them to your mouth. "go get your toys, i know that's not enough for you. needy fucking slut."
with a nod, you leaned offscreen and grabbed a wand, bringing it to your sensitive bud and squealing when you turned it on.
"fuck, yeah, keep making those noises," cooper panted, eyes dark and ravenous. "sound so good for me, baby, i wish you were under me right now."
"oh, god, cooper, fuck!!" you wailed, eyes rolling back into your head. "i need you so bad!!"
"i- fuck- i need you too," he stammered, thrusting up into his fist. "need to feel your tight pussy around my cock, need you to scream while i pound you so hard, need you to finish for me so i can watch your beautiful face while you cum."
his words earned a sharp whine from you as you rolled your hips forward rhythmically, desperate for your orgasm to take hold of you. "'m so close, coop," you whimpered. he just grinned and continued pumping his shaft in his hand.
"i know, baby, i know. you can do it, c'mon. cum for me. i'm almost there," he encouraged. "you always do so good for me, whether i'm fucking you or just watching you play with yourself. such a good fuckin' slut for me."
"fuck!!!" his praise sent you over the edge, legs shaking, body convulsing as you rode out your high. screaming his name, you twitched and spasmed until you couldn't take it anymore and switched off the toy.
cooper sat there, breathing heavily, and reached for a tissue off his desk.
"aww, did i miss you cumming?" you complained, taking a long sip of water.
"yeah, sorry. could probably go again in a bit if you wanna just play a game for a while?" he offered.
"you're on. fuck, my legs are shaking," you giggled, loading up minecraft and logging onto your shared world.
"few weeks and i'll be the one makin' 'em shake again," cooper joked. you couldn't wait until he was right.
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A trap
The graceful dome and white walls hid a faint room behind, which looked like a lecture hall with a semicircle of tiered seats and a podium for very important guests. It was the dullest part of the whole delightful building. It always seemed to Percy that Senate House was the most interesting building in New Rome, but only from the outside. The dome shined with gold. White walls resembled columns of bright light, bursting straight from the ground. Some silver glowed in it. However, the most aesthetic part of this architectural masterpiece was the stairs Percy was sitting on.
A marble step pattern reminded him of the sea. In blue curves, bordered by silver lines, he saw the waves rolling under the sun. The silver as though a sea foam shimmered in a warm light, and for the moment, Percy seemed to be moving, as if waves hit the coast stones with a splash. Staring at one of the blue-silver waves, he concentrated and clenched his hand into a fist once again. Waves, hidden in the marble, didn't obey him.
He liked to be the son of Poseidon (but not as much as he liked to be Sally Jackson’s son). Percy accepted this fact of parenting as the lesser of two evils, and, when he faced monsters, he was glad to have the ability to make any kind of water do what he wanted to. He didn’t boast this his powers and used it at full capacity only in the most extreme case, but for his lack of luck, every demigod sees the world in their own way.
Sitting on the steps of Senate House for a few hours at a stretch and trying to understand how his superpowers worked, Percy was testing himself. He was spinning his arms like a madman, he glanced at thin lines of the pattern and tried to use his powers on them but failed — the marble sea didn’t obey him. He did it only for his own moral support. He wanted to create a delusion of control to understand himself, and finally stop analyzing Annabeth’s act.
As soon as he relaxed a bit, her frightened face in tears floated in front of his eyes and the sounds of sobbing escaped from his memory like unleashed dogs in freedom. Percy said to himself repeatedly, that at that time he hadn't had a choice and he'd had to cross the line to stay alive. However, he immediately started arguing with himself if was it as necessary as he thought? Does he really need to deal with the trash in Annabeth's head, fight her fears and prove to himself that he did everything right?
There was no selfishness and no a desire to assert himself in his action, he just gave in to his one and greatest weakness, which the gods loved to remind him about. He gave in to his dark side, as Annabeth called it, just because he wanted to save her and other’s lives. But if Annabeth really believed that he could betray her as Luke once did and join the enemy's side that she didn't notice what his goal was when he was poisoning a deity with their own poison?
He shuddered as he heard peaceful, sneaking footsteps, but continued sitting on the stairs. New Rome had a good security system, and not any demigod could sneak in, let alone monsters. Deep inside, he hoped that somebody, who had become a reason for his passing anxiety, would just walk by, but the next moment he noticed a figure, wearing all black, who was sitting down next to him on the step.
Nico smelled of damp earth and some kind of flowers. Their flavour came Percy back to the Persephone's garden, which he had never been to, but once had seen this world-famous place from far. The sleeves of Nico's black sweatshirt were rolled up to his elbows. The jeans glowed as if they had just taken off a mannequin, which decorated the display window of Forever 21. His little regrown hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. The corners of his lips rose a bit, as if he was glad to see Percy, but understood that it wasn't the right time for sharing such feelings.
"Hazel told me the story", Nico said quietly. Percy waited for him to say something else, to feel sorry for him, as everyone had already done, but the son of Hades didn't seem to be going to sympathize with him. "Honestly, I didn’t even know that you can do something like that."
"You can raise the army of the dead and now you're surprised that I can do?" Percy asked, perplexedly. Nico giggled.
"After a such trick I'm not a big difference from the dead." The son of Hades was smiling now. "You’re lucky that after you don’t turn into… You know… or don’t transform into a sea foam. It’s an advantage."
"I scare people." Percy reminded him, showing that this aspect was vital for him with his voice. "And I make them feel disgusted."
"Feel disgusted?" Nico wondered. He looked at Percy from head to toe, squinted then and pretended to be astonished. "It is stupid."
"Guess Hazel didn’t tell you all the details."
Nico grunted, smacked his lips in a funny way, and it seemed he was going to say something, but in the end he stayed silent. Just glanced at Percy, at his hand clenching into a fist and smiled as if he could see something that no one else could. There were not so many people who could look at him in that way: directly into the eyes and without any hint of why he did that and what this gaze meant.
However, Percy tried to guess. At first, he thought that it was the way for Nico to show his mercy. Not with words or action, but with a smile and a look. Then one more thought flashed in his mind: what if Nico, as Annabeth earlier, just was scary by him and his powers, but just didn't want to show it as obvious as the daughter of Athena had done. Percy decided to turn away, because he didn't want to be a witness of Nico giving up and demonstrating his true emotions.
"You still didn't get it, did you?" The son of Hades asked suddenly. Percy shuddered and shook his head.
"What should I get?"
Nico's cheeks blushed. He stood up, put his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt and raised his shoulders slightly, like he was posing for a photo in front of a fashion photographer.
"Fear is an irrational feeling," he began, trying not to look too worried. "I can understand why Annabeth is afraid of spiders and even don't connect her fear with Athena's children's curse. But I can't understand why she doesn't trust you and is scared of you when you're so... powerful."
The last Nico's word sounded so quietly that Percy barely heard it.
"What do you mean?" The son of Poseidon asked.
"I mean you're not a villain, Percy. You're not a cyclops which would do anything for dinner making of demigod. You are not a spitting the fire and turning into a chimera school teacher. You and Annabeth had been together for so long and now she broke up with you without any worthwhile reason."
Percy sat up straight and glanced at Nico. His face and his ears got red. But he was still smiling as if nothing had happened and wiggling on his toes.
"There is a reason," Percy said dubiously. "I broke my promise not to do it anymore. At that time in Tartarus, I scared her out of a year's growth. At this time I broke my word."
"If you had killed a deity with his own poison for me," Nico swallowed, but then continued without any hesitation, "I wouldn't have doubted my feelings. Also, Hazel said you had looked incredibly hot, when you used your power in full force."
When Nico mentioned his sister again, Percy realized that despite the fact she was an unwitting witness to his act, which he wasn't proud of, she didn't even make a noise and was not frightened at all. She just stood and watched Percy with the same admiration as young Nico had looked at him a long time ago. That Nico, who-
Fuck.
Before Percy could have said anything, a terrible ringing bell went through New Rome. Nico smiled and then walked away from the Senate House. Looking after him, the son of Poseidon repeated his words in his own head and remembered the one love confession, which Nico made after winning Gaia.
The silhouette of the son of Hades already seemed very small and far away when Percy suddenly stood up and called him by his name. He ran after Nico and soon noticed that he had already stopped and looked at him. The son of Hades was wiggling on his toes, when Percy finally overtook him. Nico's hair was blown by the wind, a shy smile touched his lips, his pale face was still blushing.
Taking a deep breath, Percy asked him a question that sounded stupid even in his head. But it was the only thing it seemed to him could sound appropriate in this situation.
"So, you think I'm incredibly hot?"
Nico giggled and rolled his eyes.
"It was what Hazel said, not me."
"But you didn't answer my question."
"I'm not going to. It sounds like a trap."
"What if it is a real trap?" Percy asked. "Would you like to, you know, fall into it?"
He felt as stupid as he did that day when Annabeth had said proudly that he drooled in his sleep. Nico stood still, not smiling and not blinking. His fingers had a tremor. The thought that it was because of he made Percy shiver. As if he would get crazy with excitement.
"What if we have dinner first?" Nico asked nervously. "I heard a rumor that there would be serving lasagna in the camp today."
Percy nodded without thinking. Maybe Nico wasn't ready to fall into his trap right now, but Percy, tired of delusional thoughts, Annabeth's accusations and the pity of the whole camp, was ready to surrender if Nico di Angelo would be his captivator.
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Trick or treat!!
Can I request trick for obey me please?
note: this takes place during the nightbringer timeline
taming a greed demon with a temporary midas touch was like holding back a sticky-fingered toddler in a room full of desserts. but, you, as his new master, had a few tricks up your sleeve from a different time.
"you're seriously gonna make me sit here like this until the spell wears off?" mammon whined.
"what spell?" you replied nonchalantly. "we're just cuddling. and you're wearing gloves and not touching anything without them. not for any particular reason. but seriously, keep those gloves on."
gaslighting! the oldest trick in the book.
the enchanted gloves protected his possessions from his greed, and your ass planted firmly on his lap was the only thing keeping him from prying them off and turning his room into a monochromatic paradise. heat adorned his cheeks, wide eyes hidden from your sight as he stared at you, bewildered. your.... unspoken thing hadn't progressed this far! this was far more bold than he ever thought you'd be as an attendant.
yet mammon couldn't find it in himself to boot you from his embrace. your arms wrapped tightly around his, glued to the contours of your waist. it felt... familiar, almost. like a well-worn sweatshirt from the back of the closet, your scent enshrouded his senses far quicker than he anticipated. his fingers dug a little into your sides and he buried his nose in your back.
"comfy?" you teased, and received a grumble in response. you could feel the warmth of his face through your shirt. oh, mammon. so adorable in any timeline.
... and forgetful, too.
wanna trick-or-treat with me?
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All About You- Brady Skjei
A/N: Whew, is it ever too early for smut on a Saturday? No? Okay thanks for making me feel better 🤪
I had a couple of requests for Brady Skjei, so this is my gift to both of those lovely anons.
My perception of Brady is very, very soft with a rough side, so I tried to capture that perception here. Thanks for reading!
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: 18+ Content, swearing, unsavory things while driving (be safe. Obey most of the laws).
I’m awakened on an off-day Sunday by Brady rolling out of bed. I wince at the sun streaking in through the blinds, annoyed with last night us that decided we were too drunk to do one last step. I toss my arm over my eyes, stretching my back out. I attempt to settle myself deeper into bed as I feel the other side dip from Brady’s return.
“How do you want your coffee?” He asks me. His fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling it from my face so he can place kisses along my soft skin. I sigh at the brief presses, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“Cold and in two hours.” I mutter.
“Cold it is.” Another kiss and he’s gone.
I doze in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes until I hear his heavy footsteps coming back down the hall. I open one eye at him, seeing my to-go tumbler filled with delicious liquid gold. I reach for it, confused.
“Am I going somewhere?”
“Yeah, baby. Get dressed. Comfy clothes only today.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” His smile is mischievous.
“Brady, it’s too early for games.” I say to him, slowly sitting up. My shoulders slouch forward. I can tell my hair is a mess, my mascara is definitely smudged into raccoon eyes and my breath is hot garbage. And still, he looks at me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. His brown eyes liquify. Eventually, he comes to, leaning forward to connect our lips. He doesn’t mind garbage breath.
“No games. I promise.” He says nothing more as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the bed.
“This is a game.”
“No, it’s to get you to move that hot ass a little faster.” He sets me in the bathroom then gives my butt a slap. “Hustle, Skjei.”
I try to do as coach asked, alternating between getting ready tasks and small sips of my coffee. Brady comes in at least three more times to check my progress until I shut the door on him.
“You’re making this take longer!” I yell through the door at his protesting.
“I need you done in five minutes.” He responds.
I’m done in three, opening the door to find him laying on the bed, hands crossed over his stomach, staring at the ceiling. He pops up, assessing my outfit of yoga pants and a cropped, peach sweatshirt. My hair is settled into a high ponytail and I’m makeup free.
“Just the way I like you.” He murmurs, walking towards me. His hands slide to my ass, gripping both cheeks with his strong hands. His mouth encloses mine. My fingers card through his long hair, tugging the strands slightly just how he loves. “Oof. Okay, we better go before I change my mind.”
“When do I get to know where we are going?” I ask him as I click my seatbelt into place.
“When we get there.” He insists, pulling out of our garage. “Enjoy the ride, baby.” He jokes as he puts on my favorite true crime podcast that he literally loathes. I squeal in delight, tucking my legs into a pretzel, gripping my tumbler and listening intently.
We are on the road, traveling through the morning humidity haze until we come to an obscure building with windows only facing out towards a fenced wooded area. I turn to Brady expectantly.
“Today is all about you.” He murmurs. “You’ve been so good to me this season. Taking care of every detail with the house renovation, food for us, attending every home game, and making sure I’m always ready to hit the road. I love and appreciate you so much. I couldn’t be successful in this league without you.”
“B-” I pout sweetly at him.
“Nah. Don’t deflect. I mean it, I’m so lucky to have you. So, I planned a whole spa day for you. Just you. I know you really want to get some alone time in to recharge, so it’s all set for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, whatever they do here, you’re getting it. You deserve to be pampered. And I would gladly do it, but I think you’ll be getting better service from the professionals.” I laugh, thinking of Brady attempting to paint my nails.
“Let’s be honest. We wouldn’t get passed the massage part.” I grin, leaning across the center console to kiss him. “You’re so sweet. Thank you.”
“Thank you. Now, get out of this car. I’ll pick you up in five hours.”
Brady wasn’t kidding. He absolutely went all out for me. The spa had it all- tranquil music, cozy waiting areas, and the most luxurious robes I’d ever slipped onto my body. I started with a gentle, Swedish massage, then moved into a moisturizing facial. By the time I got to my manicure and pedicures, I was a puddle of goo in the chair. I sipped on expensive champagne, ate delicious snacks of fruit and assorted cheeses all while enjoying my own company and several podcasts that had built up in my Spotify episodes. By the time I saw my husband again, I felt like a completely different person.
“Holy shit.” I say to him as I collapse into the passenger seat. His hand immediately finds my thigh, rubbing his thumb against the smooth fabric of my pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my whole life. And that includes our honeymoon.” I rest my head back against the seat, sighing contently. I slowly open my eyes, turning to Brady who gives me that same look from this morning- like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. “Thank you.” I finish in a whisper. “This season has been a grind.” I admit, not that it’s news. After two shortened seasons, the 82 game season was an adjustment.
“I know.” He reaches his hand up, cupping my cheek to bring our lips together. He feels like heaven. I can’t help but moan. The air in the car shifts and Brady presses his mouth tighter to mine. I nibble his bottom lip in my mouth, reaching my hand out to skirt across the zipper of his shorts.
“Only one more thing could make this day perfect.”
“Oh, we aren’t even close to done yet.” He tells me. “That was just phase one.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” I whine, watching as he pulls away to start driving.
“It was the five star head on our 1st date.”
“Brady!” I snap, slapping his thigh. His quad seemingly claps back, making my hand sting. My cheeks tint red at the memory. Normally I’m not someone to put out on the first date, but something about Brady was different from the start. I wanted to.. no I had to, at that sophomore year homecoming party hosted by the hockey team.
“I think about that on a weekly basis.” He admits to me, flipping his turn signal on and heading to the right. “Knew I’d do just about anything to keep that mouth on me.” I drop my head in my hands, laughing. I slide my fingers apart, swiveling my head to look at him.
“What would you do for it right now?” I can feel the breath rush from his chest at the thought. Most of our way home is obscure backroads. Very little traffic is with us or going the opposite direction. It’s risky, but not impossible.
“You start us in this car and I’ll finish us inside of you.”
“Promise?” I ask, skirting my fingers along the growing bulge.
“Yeah, baby.” He moans as I work the button of his shorts apart.
After a little awkward maneuvering, I get him out of his boxer briefs. I work the seatbelt around my shoulders, keeping it across my lap and perching my mouth in front of his thick shaft. I wrap my fingers delicately around it, pumping the velvet skin and watching as a bead appears at his slit. My tongue licks at it, savoring the salty pleasure. Brady’s hand comes between my shoulder blades like he’s bracing himself for what is next. I kiss his tip the leisurely part my lips for pull him into my mouth. The passionate sigh he releases has anticipating tightening my inner core.
“Was it this good?” I ask him before taking him all the way into my mouth. I let him thrust deeper, nudging down my throat.
“No.” He admits. “It’s better now that you’re my wife.” I smile around him, then grip the base of his shaft with my hand. When my mouth and hand begin to work together, Brady groans deeply. His breathing increases and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. He presses into my back, encouraging me deeper. I do, then revel in the tortured sounds coming from his mouth. I feel the car stop, sensing we are just about to turn left into our neighborhood. “Go faster until the light turns green.” He begs. I comply, working him over quickly- sucking, licking, and squeezing. “Fuuuuuck.” He moans. A car honks behind us. Brady tugs my ponytail for me to stop. “No more until we are home. Damn, I hate saying that, but I won’t make it if you keep going.”
I pop back up, shoulders rolled back like a queen while wiping at my mouth. Brady’s hand moves to between my legs, feeling the heat radiating. He works his fingers in deeper as I spread wider for him. I grip his wrist as he teases me with the tips of his fingers, not able to get the movement he wants through my Lulu’s.
“Hold on a bit longer, babe.” He says as he turns onto our street.
The garage door is barely open enough for the car to clear. I cringe, expecting Brady to hit it and breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t. When the car is in park, he pushes the button again to close. I shove my door open, meeting him on the outside. Our hands grope each other greedily. He works us backwards towards the door. He presses me hard against the wood, wrapping my knee around his waist to grind into my folds.
I reach behind me, twisting the knob so we crash into the mudroom. Brady spins us, then pulls me towards the built in oak, cubbies.
“Come here.” He demands, sitting in the middle of the built ins. I laugh, thinking of how we built these slots for our future children to have a place for their little coats and shoes.
Brady’s shorts drop to his ankles. I work myself to straddle his lap, more than ready for him to be stuffed inside of me. I grip his rigid cock so I can slide down. I glide down him, settling my thighs against his. I moan, accepting his immediate thrusting up into me. I’m so wet, him so rigid, that the feelings are electing profound moans from us both.
“Good God.” He pants, looking up into my face as I ride him. He shoves my shirt up, pulling my sports bra down to reveal my nipple. I sob out in pleasure as he works the bud with his tongue. I reach up, gripping the metal hooks and adjusting my angle on him.
“Yes. Oh my god, yes.” I laugh incredulously at how unbelievable it feels. I can already feel my orgasm torturing me for release. “Babe.” I warn him.
“Mmm, you’re so beautiful fucking me like this.” He insists between tugs on my nipple.
“I’m coming.” I tell him. He keeps the exact tempo I need, keeping my nipple flush against his tongue as he wiggles me to my explosive orgasm. “Fu-fuck yes.” I wail, gripping the back of his neck, my fresh manicure digging into his tan skin. “Shit.” I sob to him as my inner muscles clench tightly around him.
“God damn.” He moves his hand to the small of my back, working my hips into him until he fills me. I rut against him to help him finish completely, then collapse against his chest.
“So our least favorite kid gets this one?” He jokes of the cubbies.
“That’s mean…” I trail off, hot breath dancing against his t-shirt.
“Fair… maybe the one we just made then.” I smile against his skin.
“So we are trying now?”
“I mean, you threw your birth control out of the car last night on the way home from dinner?”
“What!” I exclaim, shocked.
“Yeah, you were like… I’m ready Brady!” He mocks me with a high voice. His hand tosses over his shoulder.
“What the…” I trail off, not remembering that. “Stop letting me drink Palomas.”
“I mean, I just came in you unprotected so, I’ve done what I can on that for nine months.”
“Yeah… then I guess we are trying. Thanks drunk me.” I giggle, placing our lips together. Brady gently lifts me. I wince a bit as he slides out, my folds feeling used and a bit raw.
“Okay?” He asks me, searching my face.
“Way better than okay.” I assure him.
“You ready for phase two?”
“Mhm.”
“Good. Trashy TV, couch cuddles, and take out- coming right up.”
It’s finally confirmed, I think to myself as Brady exits the mudroom to get phase 2 prepared. Being married to Brady Skjei is heaven on earth.
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To Touch Fate
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam
Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.
Chapters: 24/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis
Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)
Chapter Twenty-Four: Memory
Jason discreetly took Katerina, Domenico, and Angelo straight home. “We’re leaving the country by boat at the end of the school year. Six weeks. I need the three of you to spend that time studying, training in the gym, and loading the boat with supplies. I want you to pack like we’re going on a trip, but I don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Pack Sheila, Darius, and Claudia’s things. Do it quickly before they come home, and meet me at the car,” Jason explained.
Domenico left the room immediately without complaint. Katerina and Angelo complained about the abrupt choice until Jason raised a finger to his lips. “We might not have to leave… If we go, it’ll only be until it’s safe to return,” Jason explained, “I don’t wanna be away from home any longer than we have to.”
Angelo and Katerina left, quietly obeying Jason’s gentle command. Once they finished packing, Jason helped them load their bags into the car. He drove them to the docks, leading the children to the boat. They hid their bags below deck. Domenico’s phone rang. “Go ahead. It’s okay. We’re done for today,” Jason whispered, “We’ll wait in the car.”
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Noemi went to the gym with Jason to spar. Noemi practiced throwing punches, and Jason playfully caught her wrist. “Giasone,” Noemi laughed. She looked into his eyes.
“I want you,” Jason whispered. Noemi grinned.
“You want me?” Noemi whispered. Jason nodded, releasing her wrist and dropping to his knees. “Focus, Giasone.”
“I can’t,” Jason mumbled as he nuzzled against her open hand. Noemi lifted his chin.
Jason chuckled, reaching underneath her sweatshirt. He stood over her, resting his chin atop her head. “What’s on your mind?” Noemi asked. Jason frowned. “I knew it. What is it?”
“The children are upset… Rightfully, so. What if we have to uproot them? This has been our home for twenty-two years… Twenty-six years for you. Are you mad at me?” Jason questioned. Noemi held his face in her hands, turning his face toward hers. She clicked her tongue and stood on her tiptoes until he softened.
“ You are home. This is simply a place we occupy together. My memories and my life… my children and my heart… They’re with you,” Noemi reassured him, “You worry so much. The children are young. This is what they know… But nothing has to change. You haven’t changed. I haven’t changed. They’ll be alright.” Jason took her hand, kissing her palm.
“They’ll listen to you. You’ve always been gentler with words—.”
“You know… There’s one person who understands. I think he wants you to speak to him first. He’s desperately seeking your approval,” Noemi whispered. Jason furrowed his brows.
“Dom? But he knows—?”
“Don’t assume he knows anything. Talk to him and ask,” Noemi replied, “And I’ll talk to the others.”
**
Jason took Domenico on the train to visit Bari. “ Papá, what’s the matter ?” Domenico asked.
“ We haven’t had a day alone in a long time… You never complain. You just—. I love you, Dom, ” Jason smiled.
“I love you, too… But you didn’t tell me where we’re going,” Domenico replied.
“You used to like surprises, Dom. I think you’ll like this one… I want to reward you for how patient you’ve been with me,” Jason whispered. He messed up Domenico’s hair. “You are such a wonderful picture of what I could’ve been. I admire everything about you… And I—. I want your joy to be endless. I assumed you knew that, but I—. I should say it. Shouldn’t I?”
Domenico smiled with tears in his eyes and nodded. “What’s this all about, Papá?” Domenico asked.
“Emi brought it to my attention that I don’t tell you I’m proud of you. Monello, I’m always proud of you. You’re strong, you’re kind, you’re loyal… And you’re the most patient kid I’ve got. I’m proud of all of you for so many reasons. I should say it more. I know I needed to hear it when I was young,” Jason replied. Domenico hugged him.
“Stop. I don’t want to cry on the train,” Domenico laughed. Jason smiled as he wrapped his arms around his son. The train stopped, and they got a ride to the stables. Domenico lit up when he heard Jason say it.
“I thought it’d be fun… We haven’t gone horseback riding in a long time,” Jason whispered, “Text Emi and tell her we’ll be home late.”
Domenico obeyed. “Do you remember when you took me to the stables for the first time? It was magic,” Domenico whispered. Jason’s mind drifted to a memory, and he smiled with sad eyes. “Are you remembering something?”
“Yeah, but I’m not sad. I—? You make me remember what it felt like to be a kid,” Jason whispered, “Every time one of you kids gets to sixteen I take a breath. It’s a relief for me. You’re all babies to me. It doesn’t matter how old you all get, you’re all babies. My babies.”
Domenico showed Jason a picture. “I took this picture of you the last time we went. Here,” Domenico whispered as he gave Jason his phone. It was a picture of Jason on horseback with the sun behind him. “You’re my hero, Papá.”
Jason shed a tear and took a breath. “Stop… You’re gonna make me cry in the car,” Jason laughed.
**
Meanwhile, Noemi entertained Claudia and Dario by putting clay masks on their faces. “ Could I interest either of you in some pasticciotti? ” Noemi offered.
“ Mamma? Can we have milk with it, too, please? ” Claudia questioned. Noemi adjusted Claudia’s cotton headscarf, making sure she didn’t get clay in her hair.
Dario tugged on Noemi's dress. “ Mamma, aren’t you tired? ” Dario questioned. Noemi shook her head.
“ I love doing this. You’re the only two that sit long enough to let me pamper you. Relax. I’ll bring your milk and pasticciotti. Stay put, ” Noemi grinned. She walked to the kitchen and put two pastries on a plate and poured two glasses of milk. She fed them with a fork and knife before the timer went off. “ If you’ll excuse me, I need to wash your masks off. ” Noemi carefully washed Claudia’s face before Dario’s, and she applied a few small droplets of oil to their faces. She used her thumbs and palms to massage it into their little faces.
“ Mamma, do you know when Dom will come home? ” Dario questioned.
“ Late. After dark, I think… Why? ” Noemi asked.
“Benjamin’s here,” Dario whispered before the doorbell rang.
Claudia jumped up. “Please, can I get it, Mamma?” Claudia asked. Noemi nodded, and Claudia rushed to the door.
“Hi, sweet pea. Where’s your brother?” Benjamin asked as he lifted her up.
“Dom’s not here. Papá took him to Bari to ride horses. Do you want to come in? Mamma’s home, so we can have visitors,” Claudia offered. Benjamin set her down. “Please?”
“Okay… You look radiant by the way,” Benjamin smiled.
“Mamma washed our faces!” Claudia exclaimed.
Benjamin nodded. “Is it just the three of you today?” Benjamin asked.
“Mhm… Katerina and Cecelia went swimming,” Claudia answered.
“Benjamin, would you like a face mask?” Dario peeped. Noemi smiled at Benjamin and nodded.
“I could do one for you,” Noemi whispered. Benjamin nodded awkwardly. She grabbed the powder container and prepped it with water to make a clay mask. “How is Signorina Ahmadi?”
“Māmān is fine. She um—. She prolonged her trip, so I was sort of hoping I could stay here for a few days… But I—.”
“Of course, you can stay here. Darius has been sleeping in Angel’s room for the past few days… It won’t be any trouble. You’ve stayed with us before. It’s no trouble,” Noemi replied, “Oh no, Benji, don’t smile. You’ll crack your face.”
“Oh, sorry, Dottore,” Benjamin replied.
“It’s okay. And call me Emi. Today’s my day off. You’re so formal. I’m putting clay on your face. Everyone is always so serious,” Noemi chuckled.
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