#once again i ask who is gonna draw that old man pussy and not wait for an answer

[parasitic-saint]

archbishop pussy

[silverdelirium]

Can I request a very filthy smutty blaise with ass kink and size kink? 🥺

MESSY OFFICE | B.Z

SUMMARY ➠ coworker!blaise teaches you a lesson and fulfills his dreams of fucking you silly.

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), tad bit of shoe fucking, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, ass kink, size kink, lots of dirty talk, rushed ending. this if filthy lololol

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blaise took a deep breath before slamming his fist down on the wooden desk of his office. the papers that were placed on top of it went flying around at the sudden movement.

his hands were shaking with irritation. if that fucking landlord could just shut the fuck up about his rent for one second-

the male’s thoughts were cut off by small, rapid knocks against the door. his brows knitted in confusion at the unanticipated invasion.

“come in!”

the door creaked as you entered the room, peeking your head through the doorway at first before going in, shutting the door behind you.

your presence emitted a groan from him. he knew that the moment you both spent time together it would somehow end in a screaming match, and blaise was not in the mood to be dealing with anything right now.

you gave him a sharp glare in response before opening your mouth to speak. yet you were cut off by your own silence as you studied the state of his office.

everything seemed so rustled and chaotic— there were papers thrown in the floor, some were even crumbled and a few candy wrappers were tossed around. “what is this mess?” you spoke, tone lacing with disgust as you picked up an old folder from the worktable; his hand was quick to swat you away, scowling you before leaning back on the desk.

“what do you want?” he squinted at you, roaming his eyes down your body suspiciously— mentally slapping himself for staring at your breasts longer than planned.

“what the fuck is up your arse today?” you scoffed, crossing your arms and walking closer to him until he had to crane his neck down to look at you.

blaise’s chest heaved up and down as he quickly undid the top button of his shirt, turning away from you and taking long strides around the room. he closed his eyes and really hated himself for wanting nothing more than to shut that smart mouth of yours with his hardening cock. it was too much for him— and if there was one-way blaise loved to take his stress out on, was sex. and god— that stupid little skirt of yours that was begging to be lifted and reveal that sweet cunt that plagued his mind at the worst moments was the last push he needed to man up and fuck you as he had always wanted to.

you observed him in silence, watching how he mumbled something to himself about ‘i can’t think of her like this.’

quietness ran across the walls for a few moments before blaise was back in front of you, muttering a “fuck it” and connecting his lips to yours.

the fleeting kiss had you bewildered for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth unmoving as the tall man held the back of your head in his palm. you didn’t kiss him back at first, but you didn’t protest either. and you’d be dammed if you didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to get fucked brain dead by blaise zabini.

but who could blame you when you kissed him back with the same— maybe even more— force; it was messy and heated all at once, the frustration that you sensed from earlier was being poured in that kiss. teeth were clashing together as his tongue pressed down on yours, drawing out a breathy moan from you.

blaise cupped your rear with both hands, lifting you in an unforeseen manner, causing you to squeal lightly until you felt your bum being pressed against the cool surface of his messy desk.

he was the first to break apart from the kiss, breathing steadily as he stared down at you— even from your perched up position he was still a few inches taller.

“i’m not gonna hold back” he warned, searching your eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation that you might feel. but he was far from finding any, you wanted blaise to fuck you until he was poking out of your tummy and you wanted it now.

“i don’t care” you breathed out, reconnecting your mouth to his and almost missing out on that keen groan that came out of his mouth.

his large digits scurried under your skirt, unzipping it in a quick motion and pulling it down your legs until it pooled on the floor.

he teasingly ran his index finger up and down the soaked cotton that covered your pulsating pussy. “blaise— please” you shamelessly plead, throwing all your morals out the window and not caring about anything else but being rutted over and over again.

“look at you. begging like a well paid whore when you were being a smart ass with me not even ten minutes ago.” he chuckled, taking pride in the way you whimpered in response, bucking your hips up onto his fingers. “what is it, baby? you want me to fuck you until that dumb baby brain can only think about my cock, yeah?”

his words struck a bit of sense into you and you huffed in response— “are you actually gonna give me what i want and fuck me properly or are you all talk?”

you messed up and you messed up big; you could tell by the way hir pupils dilated and the slow touches against your clothed pussy stopped. his tongue darted out to poke on his left cheek as he laughed lightly, stepping back and harshly bringing you down the desk.

“i’m gonna fuck your throat until you learn how to keep useless stuff to yourself, princess” he warned, signalling down to the floor as he unbuckled his belt.

you tentatively got down on your knees, lightly scraping them against the wooden floor as you rubbed your thighs together, pawing at your lap as blaise’s erection appeared in your view of line.

was that supposed to fit in you?

blaise seemed to notice your unsureness— “you alright there, pretty girl?” his tone was softer, less stern yet with the same accent of authority he always carried.

“i— it’s… big.” you let out, feeling the tip of your ears grow hot as he chuckled before picking up a more alluring timbre “oh i’m gonna make it fit” he winked.

you swallowed thickly, already picturing the delicious stretch this man was gonna provide you. he stroked his large cock sensually before making a beeline with it to your lips, which were already parted in expectancy; he went to tease you for it but was cut off by his low moan that got provoked as the warmth of your mouth enveloped his pulsating tip.

his digits tangled themselves in your hair, good girl’s and just like that’s slipped from his mouth every time your tongue swirled around his head. and the slickness that was pouring out of you was suddenly too much to ignore— hence why you reached down to attempt and soothe the burning sensation. blaise was still enthralled with the way your worked those lips that he had dreamed of having against his around his cock— his hands tightened around your scalp as he thrusted rapidly against your mouth, desperately probing for an orgasm.

a muffled whine came from you as he fucked your throat repeatedly, causing him to look down at your teary eyes, eventually settling his irises on your hand rubbing your greedy cunt.

blaise tutted with a hint of disappointment, making your movements halt as you batted your eyelashes up at him innocently as if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with his cock that was ready to shoot its cum down your fucked out throat.

you went to furrow your brows when he kicked your hand away gently, replacing your fingers with the point of his leather shoe, your wetness already leaking down on his footwear as you whined around his cock, making his hips buck involuntarily at the vibrations— “i was gonna reward you for sucking me so well, but since you’re such a desperate slut you’re gonna have to fuck yourself on my shoe while i throat fuck you, yeah?” he asked demanded.

a weak nod was all he got in response before he was back to gripping your hair in his fist, spit drooling down your chin at the abrupt pace he set without even a warning— not that you minded.

your hips rolled slowly into his shoe, swollen clit fizzing at the stimulation; his shoe hit every right nerve ending, the sounds you made around his cock were filthy and lewd, only making his balls grow tighter as he stilled his hips, rope after rope of cum flooding your mouth.

you moaned lowly against his cock at the feeling of his warm cum spraying down your throat.

he gave tattered breaths and moans as he pulled out of your mouth, barely even taking notice of the whining mess you became, his foot now long gone from your oozing cunt.

“get the fuck up” he breathed out, staring down at your already fucked out-state— saliva all over your chin, along with a few tears decorating your frowning face as you stood up. his large hands came to cup your face, delivering a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before placing his mouth next to your ear and whispering “i’ve been trying to translate your frowns and find out what your fucking problem with me was before bending you over my desk and fucking you stupid.”

you could’ve easily moaned at his words alone if it weren’t for his lips linking with yours in a crazed kiss as he guided you towards his messy desk— which was about to be a whole lot messier.

his hands reassuringly squeezed your waist as he turned you around, his once again hard cock rubbed against your ass as he planted kisses against your neck, sucking on certain spots that had your eyes rolling onto the back of your head— his fingers making quick work of getting your shirt off, throwing it somewhere around the room as he separated himself from your now marked neck, leaving you in your undergarments that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck you senseless for so long, baby. you don’t know how many times i spent with my hand around my cock dreaming about your tight pussy around it.” he groaned out, pushing you forward until your breasts squished against the desk, shuddering at the cold of it.

his palms massaged your left ass cheek before a harsh slap was delivered to it— and his mouth wasn’t there to cover the pornographic moan that came out of you this time, pushing your bum against his hardened dick in anticipation.

blaise grabbed a hold of his cock and steadied himself with a hand on your bum, squeezing. before he moved your panties to the side and teased your pulsating entrance with his tip, groaning slightly at the way your pussy almost swallowed him in as he pushed the tiniest bit in, coaxing a loud cry from you.

“so so tight, princess” he praised, pushing himself all the way in with a single thrust, arousal already gushing down your thighs.

the male wasted no time and in a few moments he had you with your mouth gaped open, eyes going crisscross with every un pitying snap against your hips of his.

“can you feel me all the way up in your pretty guts, baby girl? you like having this slutty cunt being taught a lesson, huh?” he growled out, eyes trained on each bounce of your ass as he sped up— the clapping sounds were enough to give away what was happening to any passerbyers outside his office; not that any of you minded at this point.

“oh! fuck blaise— right there! right there!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight as he brought you up with his bicep against your throat, making you loll your head back on his shoulder as his dick continuously hit that spot inside you.

blaise’s other hand snaked around your midriff, pressing down on the evident outline of his cock going in and out of your tummy. “look at me destroying your pretty little insides, sweetheart, bet you won’t be able to sit on this pretty little pussy for the next week” he cooed at you before slamming you forwards until your cheek pressed against his rattling desk.

“don’t stop! don’t stop please!” you sobbed out, squeaking lightly when his palms crashed down roughly on your ass, groans and moans echoing around the room like a chant— the pit in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second.

“i’m cumming blaise, i’m fucking cumming” you gasped out, lifting your head back up and pointing your nose to the ceiling as you came all-around blaise’s cock with a loud ecstatic moan.

a whimper passed by your lips as blaise continued to fuck you through your high; and it took him one look to look at the mess you left running down yours and his thighs for him to be pumping you full of his cum, steady thrusts that had him hissing as you clenched around him for a final time.

he pulled out of you to watch his cum blow out of your overstimulated pussy, the aftershocks of the intense orgasm still causing your muscles to spasm every once in a while.

“you made my office a whole lot messier” he grunted out, pointing down to the puddle that fell in between your legs, causing you to flush instantly as he chuckled and pressed light kisses to your temple.

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[duskamethyst]

deception.

a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth. 

but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.

it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to. 

for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50. 

you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead? 

“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”

you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.

daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself. 

you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day. 

as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.

his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him. 

“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”

you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”

“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”

you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.

“good. lift your head up.”

it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.

the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.  

“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”

“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead. 

“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”

“just you– only yours.” 

“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone. 

cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face. 

“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”

bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you. 

“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.

a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away. 

“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too. 

“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”

bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.

you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet. 

after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls. 

even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious. 

“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion. 

bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you. 

“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture– 

next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.

“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.” 

without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop. 

your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.

“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.

“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.

the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face. 

“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum. 

“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate. 

“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”

your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth. 

“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.

“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”

you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair. 

“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues,  “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?” 

you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”

bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”

“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist. 

“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication. 

a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.

“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath. 

“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. 

“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.

“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him. 

you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–” 

bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.

“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”

“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.

“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time. 

“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal.  “you still feel so fucking good.”

your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.” 

he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.

“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full. 

but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning. 

“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time. 

“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”

“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself  before he allows you to cum.

“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.

your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.

“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.

“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed. 

“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you. 

“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

“cum.” 

the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock. 

“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you. 

“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.

bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt. 

after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high. 

“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly. 

you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked. 

“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not. 

“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all. 

“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”

bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”

“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak. 

“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.” 

his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips. 

“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. 

you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”

he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”

getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart. 

“but you said–”

“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”

and it twists painfully. 

“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.

you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.

“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”

you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face. 

your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation. 

“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”

“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes. 

bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.” 

the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too. 

“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time. 

“and don’t even think of finding me again.”

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[cosmicbash]

Would you maybe write something about a scenario where Em and Colson are hate fucking and Em never spends the night, but on a particular occasion, Colson is super sad/stressed and (while trying desperately to hide it) starts crying from the idea of Em leaving, so he stays and is really sweet? (Also, sorry if I went this twice–my computer's being really weird and I can't tell if it did it already!)

This isn't perfect but!! Everybody is on an angst kick and I wanted to join in so I'm using this ask 😤😤

They aren't dating.

Marshall's cock is drilling in and out of Colson's ass but that doesn't mean they're together.

It wasn't supposed to escalate to this. He's not supposed to be manhandling a stupidly long leg up in the air or swatting away the other man's helpful hands while he switches their position for the 3rd time. Hips never stopping their rapid punching forward to draw out more and more curses.

Paul wanted them to mend their beef. Come to a mutual ground of disdain at the minimum. Not bash heads together so many times over their short meeting they end up in bed together instead. Teeth and fists completely changing their plan of attack.

"F-fuck! Right there-" Marshall's definitely not supposed to be watching this annoying twink throw his long neck back and whine. Colorful arms stretching up above him to uselessly grapple onto the pillow behind his own head. "Please!"

This wasn't supposed to be the 10th or 12th time they did this.

"Shut up-" his voice is scratchy when it should be calm. "The whole floor is gonna hear you-" Paul thinks they're here mending bridges and discussing a feature.

"Then fuck me right-" Colson's voice is just as rough sounding. Marshall hates that he knows the difference between the twink's usual tone and this ruined one. How it will only get this way after he's forced his cock down the brat's throat one too many times in their foreplay. "L-learn- ah- where to stick it without directions dude!"

"Shut up." He's bruising Colson's thighs now. The dark red indents from his fingers are going to turn purple by the morning. Not that he's ever seen them do it in person at least, but the blonde never fails to send a picture over text every morning after. "Maybe if you tightened your pussy up we'd both have more fun."

Colson's chest is arching from his harder thrusts now. Voice climbing a little higher almost mockingly with each moan as he slams to the hilt.

Marshall wants to kiss him. Smother that annoyingly pretty mouth with his lips but it's not possible. Not in this position where the other man's unnecessarily large stature puts him so out of reach.

That's a good thing though, because they really don't need to be kissing. A few heated pecks here and there to get the blood pumping is one thing, making out while he fucks the blonde speechless almost feels too intimate to consider.

Theres no space for that in these brief hook ups from hotel room to hotel room, not when they still hate eachother too much for any of the burning heat they have between them to simmer down into a comfortable warmth.

"Stupid whore." His lips are pulling back in almost a snarl this time when he forces Colson over onto his stomach instead. Cock slipping free and almost losing the condom he's got slipped over it from just how quickly he pulls out. Like Colson's hole is challenging his accusation of looseness. "Fuck-" he just wants to smother the brats face down into the pillows. He tells himself his anger isn't from not being able to reach.

An impatient yank and the condoms tearing. Leaving Marshall all but ready to go put his clothes back on and storm out. There's a nasty swirl of emotions going on inside his stomach that he really doesn't want to risk bursting while they find and put on a replacement.

"W-what're you waiting for?" Colson's back is arching, and that pale mop he calls hair is lifting up to look back. So needy he can't even pause for one minute.

"Fucking condom broke- just, shit, just give me a minute-" Marshall doesn't even know where to look, not with all the blood pooling in his cock and his focus begging to be set on his rivals waiting body.

Colson put the thing on him, he can remember that much, one of those prissy little manicured nails probably scratching the elastic as he did it. He's sure he must have one in his wallet but that's across the room in his sweats, by the bathroom door. Where Colson's impatience about even waiting to let him finish his piss and get undressed had left him falling back into the door.

If he has to walk all the way over there to get it he might as well just go home.

"Forget it. I'm done." They shouldn't be fucking like this anyway. It's a major mistake.

"What?" Colson's fingers curling around his wrist is a new sensation. The wide look to his half hidden eyes punching something deep within Marshall's stomach. "We haven't even come yet-" there's a hint of hysteria in the blonde's tone and smile. "If it's because of what I said then- t-then I'll bite the fucking pillow or something alright? Don't be so dramatic dude-"

"I don't have another condom-" It's a weak excuse, they both know Colson evidently has some somewhere in the room of his own. But Marshall needs to take this brief chance to get out now before he loses it. The longer Colson stares at him the more nauseous that feeling bubbling up has him.

"...Forget it then-" the blonde's finally looking away, almost convincing Marshall that he's also second guessing this sex. But those long delicate fingers are still clutching onto his wrist and there's a palpable silence cutting through the air so thick he feels like he might choke before Colson's baby blues are meeting his head on once again. The shimmer of anxiety impossible to hide between long bangs. "Just do it raw. I-I'm clean and I- you- fuck," there's shame mixing in the look now, the grip the blonde has doubling down when Marshall reflexively tries to pull back. "Don't…."

Go. Don't go. Colson isn't saying it but Marshall can hear the word clear as day between them.

It's about the sex. He isn't satisifed yet. If Colson had cum already the bastard wouldn't be hesitating to kick him out. That's what Marshall's mind screams to reassure himself but there's still a hollow place in his stomach where he feels gutted by the look.

"...f-Fine." He tries to justify staying by remembering how annoying and painful blueballs can be. "But don't fucking text me tomorrow whining how my jizz is still leaking out of your ass."

His free hand settling back down on Colson's hip finally snaps whatever weird fog has blanketed the room. A forced sounding snicker muffling itself against the pillows while Colson's legs readjust to raise his ass. "If you can even get back inside without nutting old man-"

This kind of banter is more comfortable.

"Keep talking, I'm gonna fuck you until you're crying for me to finally finish."

"You wish." Colson's voice is still muffled but the slight challenging swing of his hips says more than enough.

Marshall's fingers instantly find their previous spot, each digit mirroring the small red dots on the opposite side of the younger rapper's skin. 

The lubes still nearby on the bed luckily, allowing him to be quick as he reslicks his achingly hard cock and squirts an extra dollop directly on his partner's hole for good measure. As much as he loves hurting the punk doing so in this way would only cause them both more trouble.

"F-fuck-" Of course Colson's as tight as a vice when he finally tries to push inside. The tight ring of muscle rejecting his entry just as vehemently as he's sure the boy's heart would. They can't do anything pain free, like the world is punishing them for continuing their facade. "Relax-" 

"Thought you said I was too loose?" Marshall can practically hear that smug little smirk Colson's sporting.

Defiantly his hips jerk forward a bit harder, until the blonde actually does cry out and his legs spread the tiniest bit wider. The tight clench Colson has evidently been giving his hole relaxing instantly to let him breach. A string of curses and clawing hands keeping Marshall from fully basking in the incomparable tight heat slowly engulfing his cock.

Even with a pillow clutched close against his face Colson is loud. Each noise climbing alongside his pace as he starts properly fucking his rival yet again. Until they're almost back up at full throttle and Colson's mesmerizing back is arching, a large hand jerking up to plant itself flat against the headboard. "Fuck, fuck, please, just like that Marsh, god- baby d-don't stop-"

The slip of a nickname doesn't escape Marshall's notice, he's just too focused on chasing down his own pleasure to properly care. Once they're done he'll mention it. Or maybe even just wait until tomorrow to text the brat a reminder, but for right now he keeps pumping his hips. Heart warming uncontrollably at the mere joke of being someone Colson can call baby.

Reflexively his palm claps down hard on the other man's ass, too sharply and sudden to do anything but sting. "Ah, f-fuck!" He's taking his anger at his own feelings out on Colson and it's not fair but he can't help himself.

The red imprint of his hand glares back in his vision long after a kinky smack should have faded and just the sight of it sticking around gets Marshall's pace growing a little erratic. He wants to tear the blonde apart, shred every bit of his being to pieces and then sew it all back together to see the taint his touch has created visualized as hundreds of scars. He wants to sully the blinding beauty he sees everytime they meet and everytime he glimpses back at the bed before he leaves. Just ruin Colson completely so that there's no other choice but him in the whole world for the blonde to turn to.

But he's not falling in love.

That would mean he's stupid enough to fall for someone who could never settle for him. That he's actively continuing to come back and push the bar with every hookup just to see when enough is enough and he'll finally be left on the otherside of the hotel room door. Or the one waking up alone in bed the morning after.

Marshall wouldn't.

"S-shit wait- I-" Colson's hips are stuttering back to meet his, the hand he's still got hugging the pillow abandoning it in favor of stuffing down between his legs. It's obvious the blonde's close. Marshall can feel it in the tight grip around his cock and hear it in that shaky voice. It's not until he doubles down to fuck the younger rapper hard enough to knock his slender body inch by inch further up the bed that Marshall realizes he's trying to hold out. "N-not yet, ah, fuck, s-slow down-"

"No-" he's close himself, chest heaving and balls tightening as it is. There's no way he's letting Colson try to change the pace now. "Save, fuck, save that edging shit for after I leave-" he's lashing out for control again but can't stop himself.

This time instead of pinching pale skin Marshall slides his fingers up into sweaty blonde hair. Yanking back until he's got the man's back arched perfectly and his mouth can seal in a bite to one pointy shoulderblade. Fingers snaking around to hold Colson up there by his throat. "Fucking take it like a good whore and come Kelly." 

In this position he feels unbelievably deeper and there's nothing to block out the blonde's gasps and cries.

Nails scratch quickly along his thigh but Marshall ignores them to keep rolling his hips. The need to make Colson finish first fueling his free hand to climb up to knock away the punks own. Quickly jerking up and down over the soaked cock the other man was trying so hard to squeeze and restrict.

"N-no, no, fuck, Marshall-" a hand's curling around the back of his head to pull him close despite Colson's protests. Every atom in the other males body seeming to reach out and beg and plead for him to come closer, to fuck him harder until they split through the magnetic field and combine into one. Marshall wants to kiss him again. Hates how he can't even see the brats mouth over his shoulder from his current position. His fingers fly faster and hips roll up firmer in retaliation. "F-fuck-" 

There's a wet sob breaking the moans in the air, piercing straight through his chest like a bullet while Colson's hips stutter back and hot release paints across his fingers. Sending him right over the edge himself. Body forcing them both forward so he can hump and grind his pelvis against Colson's ass down to the bone while he pumps and fills the twink up with his own release. The hands around his neck and cock turning into strong arms around the blonde's chest and waist like a hug.

It's the closest thing to a cuddle Marshall will allow himself. That he can't actually prevent his orgasming body from resisting.

There's so much comfort and begging from his body to stay like that, for Colson to never leave him in those moments that the rapper can't help but tear up a little himself.

But just as quickly as its come sensibility returns and with it the guilt and shame. Scaring his arms free and his body away from Colson's usually still trembling form.

"Wait-" fingers are grabbing his wrist again, weaker this time.

Marshall's still buried to the hilt, even though his chest has unstuck itself from Colson's museum print of a back tatt. Sorry is dancing on the tip of his tongue. Like it always does. Always too graceful to ever trip up and spit out though before he finally leaves.

"A-again." Colson's face is still buried in the pillow, eyes and nose planted firmly down while his chins pulled up.

"What?" A second round isn't completely crazy for them, sometimes when the anger is hot enough its even necessary but not tonight. Marshall shouldn't even be humoring the request, not with how fragile his emotions feel, but Colson's hand refuses to let go.

"Fuck me. Please. Just-" Now with his head clearing the rapper can finally notice how Colson's shoulders are turning inwards, how the tone of his voice carries a shake. "Do whatever. I-I dont care. Just don't- fuck, d-don't-"

Go.

Leave. He has to leave. 

"Colson?" The name feels strange in Marshall's mouth from all the "kelly"'s "brats" and other derogatory words he usually uses in it's place.

Wet baby blues peering back all but pin him in place whether he wants to leave or not. Their message clear.

"Please." A single word and it's as effective as a sledgehammer around his heart.

"I-" Can't. Shouldn't. "I'm not hard anymore."

On a normal night that kind of obvious embarrassed blurt of an answer would get the kid smiling, one of those rare soft warm looks where his crows feet and gums showed, that scorched Marshall's skin from how brightly it radiated affection. Each chuckle or snort following just another stone slamming hard against his heart.

Tonight Colson doesn't smile. Instead of crinkling at the corner to flash the only hint at Colson's slow aging those lashes drop just low enough to bubble up the small collection of tears already present. His pretty but thin lips quivering up and down to fight back a frown. 

A year ago this exact look was the center of so many fantasies. He had wanted nothing more than to see the blonde crumble and break apart in front of him like a pathetic mess.

Right now instead of satisfaction all Marshall's body feels is hollow. Like his heart has finally abandoned his chest and surrendered itself to the hopefully quick acting acids of his stomach. The rapper doesn't think he can possibly feel worse but then Colson's arching his body away from him. Slipping his soft cock free of that lingering tight heat and stealing away any trace of faux comfort he feels with every centimeter of separating skin.

"I'll take care of it-" Colson's voice is hoarse, like hes fighting down the threat of a sob while his body twists onto its side. The sluggish lift of a hand back towards his cock piercing through him like a killing blow.

"No." Now his throat feels tight too. Shame and guilt pouring down his spine at the thought of Colson pushing through his obvious pain and turmoil to jerk his cock back to life just so he stays a few moments longer.

"Please-" Baby blue eyes are shining at Marshall again. The fast slip of a tear down one flushed cheek only making his fingers dig harder into younger male's wrist. "Marshall-"

He can't do this.

"No-"

"Yes!" Colson's scream pierces the silence so suddenly he thinks his wars might be ringing. But the pure desperation painted in angry eyes keeps Marshall's own from flinching all the way closed. "I'll fucking find you viagra or- or suck your dick until my jaws sore-" now Colson's own fingers are cutting back, prying at the preventative grip he's got on the blonde's hand like a caged animal might. "I don't care what- just- you- you aren't- you can't-"

It hurts, and with the way Colson's legs are twitching beneath him Marshall knows a kick or knee to his gut might come next. None of it compares to how badly his throat tears when he speaks though. "I'm not fucking you!" Somehow he manages to put every ounce of finality in his voice that he intends. Freezing Colson's grappling and rambling in an instant.

The ensuing silence feels deafening. 

Colson's still staring at him. Pain and anger warring across his face in small twitches and ticks. Marshall's mouth just repeats itself. Quieter this time. The heave if his lungs breaking up his words in tight exhales. "I'm not….I….I'm not going to fuck you."

There's a million more words tangling on his tongue. The order jumbling and backing them up like a traffic jam until he feels like he can't even breathe anymore.

I want to stay. I'm sorry. Dont do this to yourself. Please. Don't cry. Colson-

"I'm sorry." Colson cracks first. Expression screwing up and the floodgates behind his eyes opening as he sobs. "I'm so fucking sorry Marshall-"

This time he doesn't resist that ache to kiss the blonde. 

It's messy and Colson's mouth tastes like snot and tears already but Marshall presses closer anywhere. Cradling the younger rapper's skull with his free hand so tightly he knows he has to be pulling out hair. The wrist he'd snatched pinned between their bodies in a way that makes his own ache. But he ignores all of that and kisses Colson harder. Smacking their lips and teeth against one another in hopes the words trapped in his throat might pour their way out and into Colson's. Down the blonde's own throat to reach his heart.

He kisses Colson until he can't physically do it any longer. The sharp sting of oxygen deprivation jolting through his brain and colored spots dancing behind his closed eyes before their lips finally part. 

Marshall wants to press so close he sinks down into Colson's bones. Join in with his marrow and spend the rest of his life repairing every broken piece of the beautiful man's soul from the inside out.

That's not possible though so he settles for pulling Colson close. Enveloping him in his arms the same way he wishes he had a dozen times over. Stabilizing him through every shuddering sob and heartbreaking tremble.

He's not falling in love.

"I got you."

He'd already crash landed there long ago. 

[barnesbabee]

A Little Jealousy || K.Y

Summary: This might just be the only time a jealous boyfriend turned out well...

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Words: Existant

Genre: Smut, Angst

A/N: Now only Wooyoung’s left in my smut list :)) 

REQUESTS VERY MUCH OPEN

 ---- THANK YOU ANON FOR THE REQUEST 💖 ----

 Sometimes you thought life was way too serious, and you'd miss your childhood. The stupid, helpless yet fun little games you'd play with your friends was something you missed the most. The simple life of a child...

 And that's where Hongjoong came in. No matter where you were or how old, when you were with him it's like you two were ten years old again. 

 That's how you found yourself in the current situation: blasting music in your living room, dancing like madmen and acting ridiculous when he was supposed to have come over to hand you a package for your boyfriend only.

   You climbed on Hongjoong's back, flailing your arms around in the air along to the music as you both laughed like crazy.

    Suddenly, the music stopped.

    "I said, I am home Y/N."

     You looked at the owner of the voice. Yeosang was standing by the TV, that was previously playing the music.

   He had no expression apparent on his face and his body was stiff. His eyes however, they displayed a dark mix of emotions he tried to hide, from jealousy to pure rage, but failed to. 

    "Thank you for the package Hongjoon, now you can leave " Yeosang said calmly, his eyes never leaving your own.

   "But-" Hongjoong began to protest, but he was cut off.

   "Leave. Now." Yeosang demanded, beginning to lose his pantience.

  Yeosang’s stare never moved, but his jaw clenched and his hands balled up into fists beside his body.

   The boy left quickly, afraid of what the friend would do to him if he didn't obey.

    Once Hongjoong was out the door, Yeosang grabbed your wrist and started dragging you to your shared bedroom.

     "Yeosang, what's wrong?" You asked, scared of what might have caused him to be this violent.

    He pushed you onto the bed, and hovered over you, one leg on each side of your waist, one of his hands beside your head and the other holding your chin.

     "I come home after a long day of work, expecting to see my girlfriend waiting for me, and what do I get? My girlfriend, alone in my flat, fooling around with another guy." Yeosang growled in your year, through gritted teeth.

    "Yeosang we-" You didn't have time to explain, as Yeosang glued his lips to your own, taking no time to insert his tongue in your mouth.

     The kiss wasn't like the sweet, loving ones he gave you in the morning, or even like the slow and sensual ones from sex, this one was rough and desperate. As if his life depended on that kiss.

    He then pulled away and stood up by the bed. You sat up, confused and sad at the lack of contact, thinking that you did something wrong in the kiss.

   "I want you naked when I come back." He demanded.

   He left you to complete your task and you heard him shuffle with something in the bathroom. You quickly undressed for him and placed yourself on the bed, sitting down with your hands folded over your lap. Excitement and curiosity started building up in you.

   When Yeosang returned, he was only in his boxers, that looked tight on him already, and he held his work tie on his hand.

    He approached you and stood behind you on the bed. Yeosang grabbed your hands and tied your wrists together with his tie. He then trailed your curves with his hands and approached his lips to your right ear.

    "I think you need to be reminded of who owns you..." He whispered.

    His demanding voice sent shivers down your spine, and a small moan left your lips as you felt his hard member press against your ass, and his hands grabbed both of your breasts firmly.

     "And who owns me?"

    You knew he thrived on punishing you, and acting out was so delightful to him, since it meant he'd just have a reason to go harder on you.

     He grabbed your hair and pushed your face down onto the mattress. Yeosang delivered three slaps to your ass cheeks, alternating between left and right, making you yelp at the sweet pain they brought you. He pulled your head back so your ear was leveled with his lips once more.

    "Do you remember now baby?" He asked, through gritted teeth.

    "I-It's you. You own me Yeosang."

    He chuckled behind you and let your hair go, as he laid down on the bed.

     "Come on baby, sit on my face."

     Yeosang had always been more of a giver. Not because he didn't love a good blowjob, or to see how good you looked choking with his dick in your mouth, but because he loved to see the way you squirmed and moaned for him. He thoroughly enjoyed seeing the effect he had on you, and he wanted to get as many reactions as possible out of that pretty face of yours.

     You placed each of your thighs beside his head, and slowly lowered yourself down on his face. 

     Yeosang wrapped each arm around your thighs so you'd stay steady on his face, and his tongue started licking long strips along your womanhood. His lips encircled your clit and sucked on it briefly, before his tongue returned to drawing various shapes onto your pussy.

     You hated the fact that you couldn't grasp Yeosang's hair, so you did your best to grind on his face, trying to get that last bit of friction that would start that amazing feeling before your high.

      But you didn't want to come like this, no. 

     "Yeosang I want you to fuck me right now, please."

     He pulled you off of him and pushed you down on the bed. 

      "Beg for me." He demanded.

     You loved the merciless look on his face. The hunger and thrill of needing to have you and having to assert his dominance.

      "Yeosang please, please, please fuck me! I need you in me!" 

      The man hurriedly removed the piece of cloth covering his hard-on, letting his cock finally spring free.

       Yeonsang ran his fingers along your folds and removed them just as quickly, then proceeding to inspect them.

     "So wet for me... And you still doubted who owned you?"

    Yeosang entered you leisurely, wanting to feel every bit of you around his cock. He started moving, slowly and steadily, but as the pitch and volume of your moans and whimpers increased, so did the speed and harshness of his thrusts.

    He lowered himself, so his lips would meet yours in a messy kiss. His lips made their way to your neck, where he started nibbling.

    "Yeosang I'm gonna cum." You announced.

    He used up every bit of stamina he had left to ram into you.

    "Call for me, yell my name when you come. I want everyone to know who owns you." 

    Your toes curled up, your back arched and Yeosang's name came out of your mouth in the form of a yell as you came.

    Soon after, Yeosang pulled out of you and pumped his member a couple of times before coming all over your body. He liked to cum inside you, but he loved to paint you with him cum like that... Yeosang thought that's when you looked the most beautiful.

    He smiled at you lovingly and pressed his lips against yours as he untied your hands. As soon as they were free, you slapped his chest and laughed at him.

    "Stop being so jealous Yeosang!"

[holylulusworld]

His salvation

Summary: Benny tries to be a better man...

Pairing: Priest!Benny x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of characters death, blood-drinking, biting kink, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, sex at a church, role play, established relationship

Kinktober special: Odaxelagnia is a kink involving sexual arousal through biting, or being bitten.

Text divider by @firefly-graphics​

Kinktober 2020

The days have gone dark for you over the last months. You lost your best friend in a car accident. Your boyfriend left you for a girl he met at a bar and on top of all, you lost your job too.

“You look like life disappointed you lately, my child,” the priest says. He looks at you before he sits on the bench. “How can I help you?”

“I just came here to think in silence, father,” you gasp, realizing you just rejected a priest’s help. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“In dark times we all seek shelter, my child,” his hand grasps for yours and you wonder if the priest faced dark times too. “Let me help you. Maybe your world isn’t as dark as you think.”

“My life wasn’t that bad,” you sniffle, wipe your eyes with the sleeves of your jacket. “I had a job, a boyfriend and a best friend who always stood by my side.”

“What happened, cher?” The priest asks, giving your hand a soft squeeze, and you shiver, feeling his gaze linger on your face. “You can tell me anything.”

“All went downhill around five months ago. My best friend, the one I told you about, she died in an accident. I was down and couldn’t concentrate on anything by to grieve. We knew each other since we were six years old after all.”

“I’m sorry to hear, my child. I wish life wouldn’t have taken away such an important person from you. Why don’t you tell me your name?”

“Y/N,” you whisper, looking up at the priest. “Her name was Maggie, or Mag’s to her friends. She was always…” your voice cracks and your head falls against the priest's shoulder. 

“My name is Benny, cher. It’s only fair I tell you my name too, isn’t it?” You nod, taking the tissue he offers. “Your loss weighs heavy on your soul, I understand.”

“I needed time to function again, my boyfriend didn’t understand that I wasn’t in the mood for sex. I’m not a prude, even like some things people usually call kinky, but my best friend died. I couldn’t just spread my legs to help him get off,”

Benny nods silently, feelings his cock strain against his pants when you admit you like to feel someone’s teeth sink into your neck or thigh.

“My child, there is nothing wrong with having kinks,” he clears his throat, looking at the crucifix behind the altar. “What else happened to you?”

“He left me three months ago, telling me he needed sex, and as I wasn’t ready to fulfill his desires, he had to look elsewhere. I was a wreck once again, started to drink and lost my job two weeks ago,” you sigh, holding your head in your hands. “I packed everything I own, threw it into the trunk of my truck, and left my hometown.”

“You’re new in town?” Benny asks, eyes dropping to your exposed legs. “Do you know anyone?”

“I just arrived, father. Honestly, I wanted to grab a snack and hit the road but then your church seemed to call for me.”

“That’s good, Y/N. Can you wait here for a moment? I’ll be right back.” You nod, watching the priest get his phone out. He almost runs out of the room.

Nosiness getting the best out of you, you get up to follow him toward his office.

His voice hoarse he argues with someone on the phone. “No, Dean. Shit listen…I can’t just fuck her. I turned to God, my friend. I’m a priest and seek salvation in God’s arms, not hers. She’s desperate, sad, and lonely. I can’t just sink my teeth into her neck and fuck her senseless, Dean…”

“Why not?” Benny drops the phone when you enter the office, silently closing the door. “What if I ask you to fuck me here on your desk?”

“Cher, I can’t do so. You are lonely and hurt,” he stammers, walking backward when you close the distance between the two of you, eyes drifting toward his erection.

“Your body tells me otherwise, Benny,” you husk the words before you slide your jacket down your arms, dropping it carelessly to the ground. “I want you to sink your teeth into my neck and leave a mark and I want your cock in me.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” his lips crush against yours and you find yourself in his arms moments later.

He’s grabbing your waist to slam you against the wall, greedily slipping his tongue into your mouth. “I’m going to bite you for real. There will be no nibbling or kissing. If I bite you, I’ll draw blood, a lot of it.”

“Do it,” you cry out when he reveals his teeth, snarling at you. “Fuck me, please. I want to feel you bite me.”

“So desperate for my cock and teeth?” Your hand's paw at his shoulders, dig deep into his flesh to force him to make a move. “I’m going to sink my teeth into you when I’m inside of this deliciously smelling pussy. “Tell me to stop before it’s too late.”

“Fuck me, please…father,” you whine when Benny pulls away to look at your face. His features soften when you look up at him. “Please, Benny. I need you.”

“Need you too, cher,” the next minutes are filled with clothes dropping to the floor and your pleas to get filled. Benny holds you against the wall with one arm, still unsure if he can risk breaking his vows. “You’re mine after this. Say it and I’ll fill you.”

“I’m yo…ours!” You cry out when he fills you to the brim. There is no tenderness, only desperation, and unadulterated lust forcing your bodies to move in sync.

Benny grunts into your ear with every hard thrust all the while you need to hold tight onto his back as he fucks you straight into the plain white wall.

“Please…bite me,” you buck your hips to change the angle. “I’m so close. I need you to bite me.”

“You sure?” Benny pants, feelings his cock twitch with every thrust. Your slick coats his length and he’s sure, he can’t hold back for much longer. “I’m gonna cum inside of you.”

“Anything but bite me,” his face buries into the crook of your neck and for a moment, he just kisses your neck, licks it lazily to taste the salty skin. “Please…oh-fuck…please.” Your breathing becomes more erratic when you feel his teeth graze your skin.

“Hold tight, cher,” Benny purrs against your neck before his right hand fists your hair to reveal your neck to him. He hesitates for a moment but then he sinks his teeth into your flesh whilst he fucks up into you.

“YES!” Your orgasm punches the air out of your lungs, leaves you limp in Benny’s arms but he doesn’t let up.

You can feel him drink your blood and it’s the most erotic situation you can imagine.  At the same time as he drinks your blood, he gives you his cum in return…

“You’re mine, cher.” You hear the words, but the rest is a blur…

“Finally awake?” You blink your eyes open when you feel Benny’s hand slide over your thigh. “I must say, fucking at a church wasn’t on my bucket list, babe.”

“You loved every moment,” you snicker, covering his hand with yours to guide it toward your clothed pussy. “I know you love to do dirty things, baby.”

“Only with you, cher…only with you.” You lean your head against his shoulder, a smile on your face. “Did I ever tell you that you saved me, Y/N? When I came back from purgatory you were the one sheltering me. You are my salvation…”

“…and you are mine, Benny…”

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[nautiscarader]

For day 7, how about Claudia and Callum "putting on a show" for Rayla? With Rayla occasionally giving suggestions or encouragement?

(Ao3)

Rayla confidently entered the chambers that until last year belonged just to Callum, and put a glass of moonberry wine on the night drawers. She couldn't obviously call it "hers", as no one so far has managed to invent bed with three sides, and that's how many people occupied this room...

Feeling refreshed after long bath, after an even longer day, she didn't even initially noticed lack of Callum and Claudia. The two should have been there, working on either a new piece of legislation, a spell, or just... warming up.

But fortunately, Rayla didn't have to last long. The other door opened, and her human lovers welcomed her with mischievous smiles drawing on their faces.

The Moonshadow Elf gently tugged her see-through nightgown and spread herself in the middle of the bed, wondering what the two have come up with. Though it's been more than a week, she still felt slightly sore from not one, but two magical cocks in her body...

- So, do you remember that play we went to last week? - Callum asked - Ugh - Rayla threw her head back - Dreadful. How come yer people say it's "the best love story"? Both of them die because of silly misunderstanding! I wish I could just shout at them... - Precisely! - Claudia interjected - We've been thinking the same thing. So...

The two stood in front of their bed, looking at her, and bowed courtly.

- Tonight we will be your actors. - And we will do what you command...

Rayla's lips curled and with another sip of wine, she sat up and got comfortable against her pillows.

- Okay... how about we fix that love story, eh? - she smiled - Kiss.

Claudia and Callum at once proceeded to enact her wish. Callum's hands closed around her waist, but hers were quicker to cup his cheeks, and the fact that she was taller than him made her lead the two into a heated union of their lips.

Rayla let out a satisfying moan, as her hand slipped between her legs, and watched as the two humans tangle their limbs, wishing for a more horizontal space...

- Push him against the wall!

Claudia didn't have to hear that order twice. Callum's eyes opened wide for a moment while his girlfriend pushed him forward, eager to undo his clothes. But she had to wait for Rayla's orders, and that knowledge alone made the moment so much more heated...

- Grab her ass!

It was time for Claudia to let out a yelp, as Callum's hands grabbed her buttcheeks, kneading them with each kiss the two exchanged in the heated battle against the wall.

- Okay, tell him it's yer first time! - Callum... - Claudia spoke in a would-be-innocent voice - I've never been with a man... - That's-that's fine... - he looked at Rayla, who encouraged him with a gesture of her hand - It's my first time too!

With another sip of wine, Rayla tapped the empty space in front of her.

- Come on, bring her here!

Claudia once more let out a surprising cry, when Callum's arms closed around and underneath her, and he pretended to carry her all the way to the bed in front of them.

Rayla gave the two a pillow, giving Claudia's head something to rest on, while she encouraged her to keep her legs spread.

- Alright, ye two, get yer clothes off!

She watched as their hands worked on several layers of their clothing, until she saw Claudia's lingerie from underneath her black robe, and the gentle , faint traces of muscles on Callum's chest.

- Kiss... kiss him.

Claudia followed, covering his slim physique with kisses, leaving traces of her lipstick, while the younger mage reached to unhook her bra.

- Ah, ah, no magic there!

Callum shot her with an icy stare, and stopped his fingers from producing air that usually helped him undo Claudia's lingerie. Rayla watched him fumble with it, as he moaned, while Claudia wandered lower and lower, her hands already revealing her desires.

- Oh, ye better swallow him whole. - Gazooks! Thine manhood is indeed enormous! - Claudia faked her surprise, mimicking the actress' accent and the writing style, already centuries old.

Claudia looked up and to the side, seeing utter confusion and consternation on Rayla and Callum's faces.

- Okay, Callum, ye know how to punish her for that.

Next thing she knew, Claudia's face was filled with Callum's musk, as the mage grabbed her head and unceremoniously shoved her onto his cock, bobbing her up and down.

From her perspective, Rayla could see droplets of Claudia's liquid wanton forming between her thighs, and her fingers producing more with each minute his cock spent between her lips.

Their joined moaning brought some out her too, as she mashed her four fingers against her, equally soaked lips, listening for the one change in volume she wanted to hear the most.

And as Claudia inevitably took charge, coiling her tongue around his length, and caressing his testicles, Callum's voice cracked, like it did a dozen of times.

- C-Claudia! - Make her swallow it! - Rayla yelled, as Callum's grip in her hair tightened

A moment later, she watched as Claudia's body jerked, and heard her gulp when first batch of Callum's seed filled her mouth. Her eyes widened, but the dark mage accepted the challenge, swallowing one creamy glob after another, while her mind slowly became bliss from the overwhelming amount of scent and smell...

Finally, Callum pulled her by her hair and let Claudia take a breath, just in turn for him to push her to her back.

- Yeah, use yer lips... - Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged, give me my sin again... - Callum quoted the play, much to Claudia's and Rayla's surprise. - Okay, yer definitely better than this. - Rayla added - Put that mouth to use.

Claudia let out a yelp, when his tongue slipped effortlessly inside her tight pussy, lapping at the liquid that coated her pussy, generating squishy noises that only made Rayla wish she was between the two. But her fingers must have sufficed for now, as she definitely knew what the last act of the play would contain.

She watched as Claudia's legs thrashed around Callum's head, while her fingers dug into his messy hair. With each moan of hers, she pushed him against her, as if she wanted to make him slide deeper, until her back arched, and the mage yelled her lover's name, coating his mouth with extra shiny layer of her juices she soon tasted with her own lips.

Meanwhile, Rayla's body contorted as well, as the moonshado elf fingered herself furiously.

- Claudia... - he coiled his arms around her naked body - Did my heart love till now? Forswear it- - C-come on, just fuck her!

Rayla cried, feeling her own oncoming orgasm, delayed by Callum's sudden urge to get into character.

- As you wish, my fair lady.

And with that, Claudia's legs were swung onto his shoulders, while the younger mage slipped inside her with a quick and sudden push, getting moans from both Claudia and Rayla. her bigger thighs closed around his back, and so did her arms, giving Rayla perfect view of his hips, performing erratic, fast thrusts.

He was already balls-deep inside her, and yet, with each one, he seemed to be diving deeper into Claudia, pushing her into the soft royal bedding that responded to his frantic moves.

At the same time, Rayla imagined Callum doing it to her, then, with another blink of an eye, Claudia in his place, and finally, both of them tending to her in the most aggressive of ways, and she felt the first spark of pleasure in her loins...

- Claudia! - Callum gasped, as he heard their lecherous voices - I'm-I'm gonna- - Inside!

Callum heard Rayla's voice, between her own moans, as she almost succumbed to her own climax.

- Cum inside her, Callum! That's-that's the whole point of the play! To tie yer two families together...

Rayla watched as Callum's eyes widened for a moment, before turning to Claudia, receiving the same lustful gaze.

- You've heard her... Do it, Callum...!

At that proclamation, Callum's body arched and his hips thrust spastically, as first batch of his seed deep into Claudia's pussy, listening to both her moans, as well as high-pitched babbling of Rayla, whose body began shaking with her climax that overtook her.

Claudia's lips met his, and her legs tightened around his ass, just in case Callum wanted to deny their mistress' orders to seed her. Watching them engage in this deeply animalistic ritual, as Callum's testicles squirmed with each dose of his royal sperm, Rayla reached her peak and the two got a few droplets of her come that sprayed the bed, just in time for their hastened climaxes to subside.

With her pussy full of Callum's potent warmth, Claudia softened her grip, allowing her prince to slip out, perhaps just to watch how much Rayla's taunts made him cum. And the perpetrator herself rolled to her side to watch Callum's cream ooze out of Claudia's twitching pussy in a small avalanche of love.

- Thank you, that was... amazing performance... - Rayla clapped gently, and her two actors bowed, or as much as they could, given their positions.

But t wasn't enough for her. Though her legs were weak, the elven assassin proved her speed by rushing between Claudia's tights to sample a bit of it, and then lick the rest of Callum's cock, finally choosing to become part of their show. She kissed Claudia first, sharing some of Callum's seed, and then with the prince himself.

The two women laughed when he squinted, tasting himself on her lips.

- Oh, sure yer don't like it, but we are supposed to... - I certainly like it. - Claudia countered, licking her finger - You can almost taste how potent he is... - Uh, speaking of, uh, it... - Callum asked, somewhat sheepishly - That-that last bit was all for show, right?

He looked at Claudia, hoping to receive clear answer, but she only smiled in return, turning her head towards Rayla.

- Well, it's a good thing I drank my potion before the show, or my fate would be in your hands... - Yer mean his balls. - Rayla joked, sipping her wine - Callum wouldn't have the will to pull out... - Hey, come on! I-I can do it if I realise I'd have to...

But the two burst into laughter, before consoling him with another batch of kisses that quickly were returned with equal strength.

- The question is, who's gonna be next? - Rayla asked, coiling between the two - Are me and Callum gonna give ye a show, or will he watch us doing something special just for him? - I think the latter! - Claudia replied, and Callum's eyes sparkled

Her eyes met with Rayla's and soft, sly smirk appeared on their faces in shared understanding. Callum didn't know that unlike Rayla, he was gonna have his hands restrained...

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 35

Word Count: 2,514

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: Sorry this took so long to get out. I had planned on having it up yesterday, but life got busy. I’d love to have those 12 hours back that I lost, but it’s not happening. So with that feedback is always welcome and happy reading!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

You sat there staring at the picture in your direct messages for you don't know how long. It wasn't until Jace started to cry that you put the phone down so that you could tend to your baby. Jace's little cries filled the air, and you took him over to change his diaper. When he was all clean and dry, his face filled with a smile, which melted your heart. When you looked in his sweet face, you could see your husband there, as Jace had Tyler's eyes and even though he was only a couple weeks old he had that little smirk as well. It was in Jace's expression that you knew that message was nothing but a lie.

 Tyler had worked so hard to win you back and you knew that he would never jeopardize your family with some trivial one-night stand. As you sat in the rocking chair, in Jace's nursery feeding him, you pulled up the message again. This time looking at the picture with unfeeling eyes instead of ones that felt hurt and disappointment. There was no denying that, that was your husband, but the closer you looked it was an older picture. Tyler's hair wasn't that long right now, and where his shirt was unbuttoned you could just make out his lack of chest tattoo. This picture was probably taken well before you were even in Tyler's life; more than likely a couple months before you'd met him.

 Switching Jace to your other breast, you set the phone back down trying to decide what to do next. Obviously, this person wanted to cause a rift between you and Tyler, and messaging her back would just give credence to a conversation that wasn't necessary. You'd been so wrapped up in the stupid message, that you never heard the garage door open or Tyler come in. "There are my two favorite people in the world." He made his way over to you, kissing you on the lips, causing Jace to stir. "Hey buddy, daddy missed you." Jace looked around searching for Tyler's voice. "Is he done, babe? I'm dying to hold him."

 "Mostly," you answered, handing the baby over. "He can finish later. Right now, I think he wants his daddy more." Tyler took Jace from you and held him close to his chest, his one finger caressing his chubby cheeks.

 "Bud, did you get bigger? Mommy said no, but I think so." Jace's tiny hand fisted around one of Tyler's fingers. "Look at those muscles; you working out?" The interaction between father and son made your heart so full it could burst and a tear slid down your cheek. "Baby, you ok?" Ty asked taking his eyes off his son for a moment.

 "I…" you couldn't seem to get out the words and so you nodded your head.

 "Babe, I know you said you're still emotional, but what else is going on."

 You sighed heavily, knowing for your relationship to work; you needed to be completely honest. "I got a message on Instagram earlier." A look of concern immediately crossed his face, before he started to shake his head. "I know it's not true Ty. It just took a toll on me."

 "What did it say?" And you could see the anger visibly changing him, in the way he stood and held the baby.

 You stood so that you could touch and feel him; hoping to release some of his tension. "It doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you so there wouldn't be any secrets between us."

 "If it hurt you, it matters." He wrapped his free arm, the one that wasn't holding Jace, around your waist and pulled you to his side. You looked at Jace, so comfortable in his father's arms as he stared up at his parents. "Tell me (Y/N)."

 "It was just a picture of you and some girl. I'm assuming she's the one that sent the message. It said that my "baby daddy" was cheating on me." Before he could say anything you continued. "I know it wasn't true Ty. When I looked at the pic closer, it was old."

 "(Y/N), I will never in a million years cheat on you, babe." He cupped your chin so that you would look in his eyes. "You believe me, don't you?"

 "Of course, I do Ty. The message just threw me."

 "I'm deleting my damn account. It's caused us nothing but trouble."

 "Tyler, we're fine. This is just one fangirl, who's making up lies." You were telling yourself this as much as him. "You have your sponsorships to think about and your fans. Don't go deleting things just because of this one instance. I'm fine." He still looked unconvinced. "We're fine. I promise."

 "It just annoys the fuck…oops sorry," he spoke more to Jace than to you. "That people think that they can get away with doing this. Like I'm some sort of sex addict that can't wait for my wife to…" you could see him struggling to find the right words.

 "Heal?"

 "Yeah, heal before I wet my dick in someone else pussy. Shit!" He swore again and you had to laugh at his attempt to control his language around your son.

 "I think it's ok to curse around him. He definitely didn't learn to talk in the few days you were gone."

 He looked at you a little sheepishly. "Still…I need to learn not too." His eyes went back to his child, where Jace's little face just lit up. It was probably gas, but it was still adorable. "Maybe I'll send this person a message myself." He said drawing you back to the conversation about the direct message. "Or get my lawyers on it."

 "How about we just drop it, and if it happens again then we worry about?" He cocked his head "Please Ty?"

 He scrunched his face up at you, before agreeing. "Fine, but you have to promise you'll tell me if it happens again."

 "Done. Now can we please talk about other things."

 "In a minute, there's one more thing," and before you could ask him what that was, his lips were on yours. His mouth searched yours and all the longing that you felt for him over the last several days melted away. Jace squirmed in his arms and the two of you broke apart. "Now that's a better welcome home. I missed you."

 "I missed you too, Ty." The rest of the day Tyler barely let Jace out of his arms. He of course allowed you to feed him, but he wouldn't let you put him down for a nap in the bassinet; instead opting for the baby to lay on his chest. You had a feeling if he kept this up you were going to have a hard time training Jace to sleep in his own crib.

 "So babe, I was thinking maybe you could bring Jace to practice tomorrow. You know to meet all the guys." You were crawling into bed, after just laying the baby down for the night.

 "Yeah, I can do that. Little man and I will be down to have lunch with you guys."

 "Can you maybe put on his Stars stuff too?" Like your child would wear anything else when going to see his father at work.

 "Of course, babe." He pulled you close to him and you inhaled his scent. God, you missed this even if it was for a few days.

 "Thanks, baby. I'm so excited for the guys to meet him." He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

 The next morning as soon as Tyler headed off to practice you started to get ready for Jace to meet all his hockey uncles. It was really the first time taking him anywhere other than the doctors, and you found yourself throwing things in the diaper bag you knew you were never going to need but wanted to be prepared. Jace's Star's onesie fit perfectly, but then you had one in every size imaginable. It was his jersey that was a little bit, so you opted to just carry that in the bag not sure if you were going to put it on him or not until you got there. You also threw in a little jacket since he'd be down close to the ice. You made sure to feed him before you left, but also took a bottle on the off chance he'd be fussy.

 You buckled him in the car seat, and he whimpered a bit. Cash immediately going to see what was wrong with his brother. "He's ok Cash, just doesn't like to be cooped up in there." The pup looked at you skeptically and you had to laugh. The dogs had definitely become protective of Jace over the last week and hated to hear him cry. Once you had him in the car and were headed down the road, he quickly fell fast asleep.

 They were just finishing up practice when you went into the arena. All of the guys were still on the ice, running a few drills. It was Jamie who saw you first, smiling and giving a wave as the puck sailed past him, and you kind of laughed. That got him a few chirps from some of the guys until Monty saw that you were there and called them all in. "Looks like we have a special guest in the building. I'm gonna cut this short, but damn it, wash your hands and shit before you touch the kid." You chuckled at his words, but it was nice to know that he didn't want their sweaty hands all over your child any more than you did.

 Tyler was the first to skate off. "Hey babe," he said pecking you real quick before turning down to his little guy. "Hi bud, did you see daddy skating?" Jace's eyes were taking everything as he woke the minute, he heard the pucks on the boards. The guys started to crowd around you and the carrier, trying to sneak a peek at Jace.

 "Oh he cute Seggy, nothing like you." Rads said punching your husband in the arm playfully.

 "There's my godson," Jamie added. "Sportin' the team colors bud. They look good, though there needs to be a fourteen on there somewhere."

 "Get out Chubbs, my son is not wearing your number, even if you are his uncle."

 "Alright, hit the showers, then you can have baby time." You told them all.

 "I'll meet you in the dining room?" Tyler said before kissing you again and heading off to the locker room. You went down to the kitchen area, setting Jace's carrier on the table so you could take him out. The room was warm so you didn't put his sweatshirt on him, that way everyone could see his little Seguin ninety-one on the back. You propped him up on your shoulder and he looked around a little bit, before flopping his head back down and sucking on your shirt. Perfect, just what you wanted baby drool on you. It didn't really matter though, as long as Jace was happy.

 You no sooner were comfortable, then Justin Dowling came in. "Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling? Heard this little guy gave you a bit of a scare." He took a finger and trailed it along Jace's back making him shiver.

 "Yeah, he definitely had his own idea about when he wanted to meet us, but I'm good."

 "Can I hold him?"

 "Of course," you handed Jace off to him. Justin was a natural, the way he swayed back and forth with your little guy in his arms.

 "You've got to bring him around Meg, she's dying to meet him. We just didn't want to overwhelm you after everything."

 "Yeah, I was planning on having the girls over soon."

 "Maybe you can convince her, that we need one of these."

 "Oh! You guys will make great parents." They were already one of the cutest couples on the team. "You've got a natural touch there."

 "Thanks."

 "Alright quit hogging the baby," Bishop chimed in taking Jace from Justin. "Hey Jace, you and Ben are gonna be best buddies. You can have playdates and go on bike rides and take hockey lessons together."

 "Woah, slow down there Bish. He's only a couple weeks old." You told him.

 "I know, Andrea is dying to bring Ben over."

 "We've talked several times. I think she was coming over tomorrow night for a bit. We thought we could watch the game together."

 "Wait you're not bringing Jace to the game?" Your husband asked looking too handsome for your liking.

 You simply rolled your eyes at him. "Not yet, you knew this though."

 "Kinda, just thought maybe you'd change your mind." He walked straight to his child and you could see him fighting the urge not to take him away from Bishop. "But I get it. He's still too small, but in a couple weeks you'll be big enough to come and cheer daddy and all your uncles on." God, you loved your husband like this. That playful cute side, that just adored his child; there was nothing better in the whole world. Well, maybe your son.

 The rest of the guys filtered in and it became a game of pass the baby around. You were surprised when even Miro took a turn, however the minute he turned fussy he was handing him back. After an hour, Jace was done with meeting everyone and basically just feel asleep as the guys continued to fuss over him. One by one they all left until there were just a few of you milling about and you figured it was time to head home before Jace needed to be fed. Tyler helped you pack him up, and then the three of you left with promises to bring Jace back real soon. You had a feeling if it was up to Tyler, he would've had him on the ice today, but thankfully he never once asked.

 Tyler had ridden with Jamie, so he could take you and Jace home and as you traveled the highways of Dallas he finally said. "Thanks for bringing him down today babe. It meant a lot."

 "Ty, I will bring him down whenever you want."

 "So…uh…when do you think you'll bring him to a game?"

 "Babe, I know you're excited for him to go, but I'd like him to be a little older. Those headphones you got barely fit."

 "I'll get a box, so you guys don't have to deal with the family section and you can have Jenna and the girls up there." He was really trying everything he could, but honestly, with that fangirl message, you were leery about taking Jace out in the public.

 "How about the next long home stretch?"

 "Yeah babe, that will work." The smile on your face was enough to put your doubts at rest, at least for the moment.

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Skirt Skirmish

Summary: Love is a fickle thing, really, as settling down with a frat boy wasn’t really part of your plan. Neither was fooling around in the middle of a drive-in movie while your husband was rocking a skirt but there’s more to it than meets the eye. A night in the middle of the woods changes everything for you and Taehyung.

Words: 5.8k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

Warnings: Age Difference, Mentions of Cheating, Monster/demon/creature, possession (?), Violence, Jimin is a psychopath in this fic that gets away with murder and reader is an accomplice, Mentions of past relationships, Character Death, Post-pregnancy, fingering, oral, riding, car sex, submissive Tae, Tae actually gets trauma from wearing skirts, mature language

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“They’re looking at me weird aren’t they? Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have made that bet with Jungkook. He is just an ignorant frat boy after all.” You adjust your own skirt since your husband’s glamor was making you feel less feminine. You have to admit, being 32 and still having trouble with your self-esteem is not a good look for you. Tae introduced you to the concept of loving yourself, long before you actually even discovered what you liked. You knew you were straight, you just started having doubts once you graduated from college and found out that no man wanted to date you because they were all either gay or taken. You had previous husbands but that’s a story better told later.

Then one fateful day, you met 20 year old Tae. He was just a college sophomore at the time. All he did was hit on you, thinking you were another girl who went to his college. He was a notorious playboy around his school, so no girl dared to enter his den. The lion grabbed you, but you managed to fight back.

After meeting Taehyung a couple times outside of work, you finally decided it was time to take the next step. You asked him out on a date, first. Tae was so stunned that he had no words, but luckily he liked you enough to at least give it a shot. After the first date, you spent the night in each other’s arms. No, not like that you perv. You just fell asleep on the same bed. You were tired and Tae was tired and it just happened. 

The rest was history, you and Tae knew you were meant to be after your three year anniversary and to your surprise, Taehyung was the one who proposed. That day was so special for you, since you also found out your best friend was moving in with you, since your parents didn’t trust a helpless girl like you alone in the city.

“Need I remind you that you were just an ignorant frat boy when we met? All you wanted to do was get into my pants any way you could.” You tut, clicking your tongue as Tae’s eyes twinkle with something a little more than just mischief. 

“And boy, am I lucky I did. Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever been inside. Even after so long, you still clench around me like a virgin. So cute.”

“Tae, shut up!” You blush as someone in a neighboring car seemingly glares at you. No one can really see you that well, since your windows are tinted. Taehyung has nothing to worry about, his skirt is out of the view of others. You start panicking though, when he lifts his skirt up above his knee and reveals a tent peeking out from under his briefs. 

You would love to lean down and suck him dry but you were in the middle of a crowd, what if someone caught you? You’d be so embarrassed. Like the time you were at the supermarket and an old lady thought you were Tae’s mother. Why do people always assume things? You just wish they’d mind their own business. “Puppy, no. We’re not doing that.”

“Oh come on Y/N, I know you’re dripping. I can practically smell you from here. I’m no werewolf but I do have the nose of a dog. It’s a family trait.” You knew this. Taehyung came from a long line of well renowned farmers who had noses better than those of Blood Hounds. The most interesting part is that Taehyung can actually smell when you’re on your period, or pick up on a change in hormones just from a small whiff of your natural scent. You weren’t big on perfume, so Tae could tell right away. It comes in handy for when your period skips a month, or when you think you’re pregnant. Tae would know, but as he said before, he’s not a wolf. Even if he could smell your period blood from a mile away, he couldn’t predict if you were pregnant or if you were having an off month. All he could tell were the obvious things, like the smell of your arousal. 

Even now as he’s hunched over his seat, his ankles crossed, maintaining a proper position as he takes a whiff of your drenched panties, even your scent is enough to make him nut in his seat. His skirt was doing a horrible job at hiding his bulge, since you could make out the hard-on a mile away.

“Taehyung Kim, get your nose away from me right now. We are not doing this in the car.” He lets out a low whine, making you regret opening your mouth in the first place. Ah, the guilt trip is a horrible thing, especially when you have a husband as sweet as your Tae-by. (Like baby)

“Fine, we won’t. If you didn’t want me, you could’ve just said so.” He folds his arms, an adorable pout taking the place of his normally handsome boxy smile. You put your knees up on the seat, watching the movie as it plays on the big screen in front of your car. Normally people get out of their cars to enjoy the movie, but you felt like it was unnecessary. You also found your mind wandering again as your cute husband lets out an audible sigh of defeat. You feel bad, but you also don’t wanna get arrested. Nevermind the teenagers in nearby cars making out while the movie is playing in the background. You and Tae just didn’t roll that way, you weren’t risk takers.

At least, you aren’t as brave as your redheaded beau, but you could learn a thing or two from him about adventure. That’s why, you were determined to try stepping out of your comfort zone with the one man you trust and love enough to do something as dangerous as this.

You start small, moving your hand from his knee to his upper thigh. He doesn’t question you, unmoving as you continue moving up, your fingers massaging his cojones before moving to his twitching cockhead. Tae has surely caught on by now, staying still as you continue moving your palm adjacent to his cock, making sure you can reach his sweet spot. There isn’t much you can do, with two layers covering his manhood and restricting you from accessing what you want to reach. You keep it low key as Tae flicks his skirt up, expressionless as you let your fingers wander and you fish out his dick from his sticky briefs.

The only indication that anything is happening at all to your lovely husband is the shallow breathing and the way he stretches his legs every once in a while as you push him closer to his orgasm. You’re tempted to lean over and use your mouth, but you want to see where this goes, so you continue pulling his cock, teasing him like he spent every waking moment trying to get you to fuck him at least twice a day. You and Tae have a very different dynamic, that's for sure.

When it’s needed, you take full control. Tae loves it. He loves it even more when you squeeze him tight enough to push him over the edge and release his first load of the night. You don’t let it go to waste, of course, licking it up from your fingers and hands before wiping the wet globs of semen from your hands and sanitizing as well. 

“Wasn’t that a lovely movie? How about you take me home so we can continue where we left off?” You smile, Tae snapping out of his gaze as you start the car, pulling out of the parking lot so you could go back home to get your freak on.

“Wh-that fast? It just started though...did I miss something?”

“Good question, honey. How about you answer that after fucking me in the back of our car like there’s no tomorrow?” You pull over on the side of an unfamiliar road, making sure to park your car more towards the forest-like area, ignoring the strange howls from the wind. The sky looks ominous, endowed with moonlight, yet no stars. It’s not a full moon, however the environment is strangely silent. You ignore the strange feeling in your gut, focusing all your attention on your husband once again.

He’s discarded his skirt and briefs, finding no need to cast away his shirt since you were going to have to drive back home anyways after this. You found it odd that Tae didn’t question you for pulling into the middle of a forest area when you could’ve just driven straight back home. 

Luckily, when Tae’s cock is buried deep inside of you, he gives you a fruitful reminder that he is indeed the man you married, the same man you teased during the drive-in movie. “Tae, I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, your voice low as you feel him shift above you.

“Let’s cum together, dearie.” You ignore how ragged he sounded just now, his breaths sounding unnatural and more like he’s gasping as he draws near to his climax. It’s not at all like the first time, he actually sounds like he’s having trouble breathing.

“Tae, babe, do we need to take a break?” You ask, watching as a wicked smile curls onto his lips. He languidly cums inside of you without asking, hot white cum splashing your inner walls and making your toes curl as your entire body sucks it up.

“Nope. I’ve already released my seed inside of you. Now, we just have to wait. Can you see him yet?” You’re fatigued, ruling out Tae’s strangeness since it was the middle of the night and Tae did work overtime today. It’s easier to believe things when you are in a state of exhaustion, whether it’s physical or mental. Right now, you were both.

“Okay...I’m just gonna drive. Let’s just go home and get some sleep. Thanks for tonight Tae, I really enjoyed the movie and what we just did back there.”

“Mmm.” His reply is late, and what’s even stranger is the fact that you didn’t cum for the first time ever with your husband and he couldn’t care less. 

The next morning, you wake up to find a strange creature standing at your door. It’s not moving, just standing directly outside your room and staring. You were definitely creeped out. The sheets next to you rustle as Tae turns around, a red mop of hair sticking out from under the covers as he mutters something incoherent.

“Tae, honey, I think I’m seeing things.” You wake him up, to find that the creature is still there, foul thing still staring at you with its two beady eyes, great big wooden legs, and a giant torso with a connected head. You don’t even know what it is, but it's not natural. You’ve never seen such a terrifying thing before, and the world was suddenly starting to make less sense.

“I’msorry!” He shoots up in a flash, surprising you with his words as he blinks twice and rubs his eyes to glance at the same place you were staring at.

“Do you really not see that...thing?” You ask, unmoving.

“I’m sorry. It was the only thing I could do, it was following me too.”

“Pray tell, when did this start? When did you start seeing this thing, exactly?” You blink twice, the monster suddenly disappeared from your sight in an instant.

“I...I cheated on you. I’m so sorry baby. I wasn’t thinking and I just slept with her and-”

“How many times?” Your response is surprisingly calm, as expected of an older woman.

“O-only once.” You sigh, frowning as you look down between your legs. You suddenly felt the urge to squeeze out all of his cum from yesterday in one go, although that would be painful, you didn’t want to have a cheater’s cum inside of you.

“I’m very disappointed in you but right now it seems this thing is passed through sex. I think I need to have sex with another person to pass it on, but it would be unwise to let it go loose. I think I should get an exorcism or a baptism or something to clear it from my soul.” You feel like this is the plot of a very terrible movie, but it makes sense, considering that you had this strange feeling the night before when you were in the forest.

“You’re a wonderful person. I don’t deserve you, and although you might hate me for what I did, just hear me out. This thing, whatever it is, is lucky that it latched onto you. Maybe you could help it, all it does is just stare and it hasn’t shown any signs of hostility. I was going crazy, looking at it everyday and just wondering why it picked me. However, I still don’t know why it didn’t transfer to you earlier, we had sex a lot of times after I cheated and it never helped.” He sheepishly rubs the back of his ear, you wish you could scream at him or punch him in the nose, but you simply love this idiot too much to cause him any harm.

“My friends were right after all. You were a playboy once, so what were the odds you would actually change? I kinda guessed you did cheat on me, but I thought it was earlier in the relationship like when we were dating. You hung around that Naya girl a lot and I can’t believe I never realized it. This entire time you have been hurting me.”

“Honey, no. That’s silly, I would never--”

“—don’t listen to him, tell him what’s on your mind. I am here to help you.” You hear a voice inside your head. A comforting voice really, it sounds like a soft blanket to your ears.

“It is your job as my husband to take care of me and protect me from harm, however you have done the opposite. Dooming me to see visions of a being that only exists to perturb me and distract me from work.” He clenches his jaw.

“Look at him, he’s probably wondering what he’d do with himself if you cut off his money. Pretending like he’s a sugar baby. He’s just using you for your money.” You feel a surge of adrenaline. The strange being was right beside Taehyung, peering down at you as he spoke to you with his mind.

“Are you with me for my money?” You ask, finally cutting him off as he rambled on and on about all the reasons why he’s the perfect match for you. Now that the creature was pointing it out, you did think it was strange.

“What?! No, where is this coming from?”

“He’s just playing dumb. He’s not actually a puppy like you thought, you know? I’ve been inside his brain, I know what he thinks of you, how he thinks his wife is only good for a decent fuck and some cash.” You gasp at that, how real it sounded. You couldn’t imagine the thought of your Taehyung thinking such a thing deep in his mind. But if the supernatural creature heard it, he cannot be lying, surely. 

“He’s in your head, right? He’s talking to you, driving you crazy like he did to me, right? Making you believe that I’m not in love with you, that our life is an illusion. Well, wake up dearie. At the end of the day, no matter who I slept with in the past, I chose you. I love you enough to have wanted to marry you, and that still hasn’t changed. I still want you.”

Any control that monster had over you disappears. You feel light in your heart as your husband reminds you of that wonderful feeling called love. You forgive and forget, although the fact that Tae cheated still remains heavy in your heart, and he makes up for it everyday, piece by piece. 

Until one final day, you snap.

“Taehyung, I want you to wear this skirt. I bought it from this thrift store downtown. I got a matching crop top to go with it,” You throw the bag on the table, but what Tae finds inside rendered him speechless. “You’ve been cheating on me for a few weeks now, right? I found these clothes in the back of your car while I was trying to vacuum the backseat. They don’t belong to me and they certainly don’t belong to you, so who the fuck have you been seeing behind my back?” Before you can say anything else, Taehyung falls back, cowering as he nears the couch in the living room, trying to get away from the terrifying creature behind you.

“I-I can see him.” He points right behind you, as you smirk down at your clueless cheater husband.

“Of course you can. He’s my manifestation, after all.”

“Wait, wh-what?” Taehyung trembles, as you kneel down in front of him, crushing his jaw in your hand as you grip his face to look at you.

“I’ve been suspecting you for a while now. We may seem happy on the surface but we both know what you’re really like. You can’t stay away from temptation. It’s in human nature. Lucky for me, I’m not even human. So I don’t make mistakes.” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?”

“I’m gonna use you as my personal cum dump, Tae. In case you’ve forgotten, we’re bound till death do us part. This little beast here is my second set of eyes. He’s been watching your every move when you thought you were going crazy. And don’t you dare bring up divorce. You can’t escape me.” 

You’re done playing innocent. This whole time, you were using your little victim card. You were the ultimate master, controlling this creature with your mind. Everything he tells you is a reflection of your own thoughts, and he feeds you valuable information. You aren’t crazy, but you are certainly too much in love with Taehyung to just kill him like every man that came before.

Ah, the re-introduction. You were actually experimented on in a lab illegally, and with your newfound powers, you were able to escape with a group of friends. You haven’t heard from them in years but you’re sure they’re all just afraid of being captured again.

That was when you were a teenager. A nice old woman who lived in the middle of a small shack in the woods took care of you, teaching you basic things like reading and writing and she quickly found out that you were exceptionally intelligent, learning everything you were supposed to know from kindergarten to ninth grade. 

You spent another two years completing your education at home, she was a teacher back when she was working in the city. The old lady taught you everything you know, and in turn, you used your beast to protect her. He could attack on your command, and you knew what the surrounding area looked like. You can tell when a person is lost or if they went there looking for trouble.

She left this world a long time ago, passing away in her sleep before you sought off to find a college. That’s when you met your first husband. Namjoon.

He was brilliant, he always had a knack for machinery. He loved building things and inventing new ways to ease your life. You became his girlfriend a few days after meeting him, after completing an English project you had for college, he just asked you to be his girlfriend. And you said yes.

At first, you were happy. But then, your beast told you that he was secretly unhappy and he was cheating on you. Like a fool, you waved it off.

One fine day, when he asked you to meet you in front of the water fountain at a famous park uptown, you thought he was going to break up with you. To your surprise, he knelt to the ground and proposed to you in front of all those people. You were blinded by your happiness to notice that your beast was unhappy.

Your beast was your heart, but lately you felt like he was against you. Your own creation, at that! Luckily, no one but you could see him, unless you enabled someone else to. You hadn't worked out all the details yet, you weren’t sure if it’s a good idea to let your husband see him.

About 3 months later, the visions started. Namjoon saw him, first only out of the corner of his eye, a shadow passing by so quickly he barely caught it. Just barely.

But then they got stronger. He was starting to see the monster at night, at the window, outside the bedroom door, beside your figure. He couldn’t sleep well at all. Finally, he talked to you about it, telling you that he was miserable because he kept seeing some creature that didn’t exist.

Then, one night…you heard him getting up to leave the room. You assumed he was going to use the bathroom so you didn’t think much of it. That’s when you heard a scream and a crunch. You knew something was wrong. It was too quiet.

You switched on the light to find your husband, dead on the floor. He was holding a knife and it looked like his arm was twisted the wrong way. He fought with someone, and you knew he wasn’t human. That was when you first doubted the beast. You never had any ill intentions towards your husband, you loved him dearly. However, your “heart” seemed to disagree.

So you moved on. After mourning his loss for a year, you decided to move to a different college in a different town. You found yourself attached to a new group of friends, and a new boy who seemed to be weaseling his way into your heart. His name was Jimin.

He was just as cheerful as kind, handsome as he was sweet, and all around a really fun guy to be around. His presence made everyone around him feel energized, and you knew by the way your heart skipped a few beats that he could be the one to fix your broken heart.

You went out with him a few times for coffee, but that was nothing more than just a friendly interaction. You grew frustrated with how he wasn’t reciprocating until one day, you found out about his little secret. He was a psychopath, someone who hurt others for his own pleasure. You saw him through the window of his dorm, as he killed a girl while she was clad naked only in her underwear and bra. He was shirtless as well, you could tell that he probably lured her in by making her feel a false sense of security through the blanket of intimacy that’s sex.

You just stared at him, you and your beast staring at that crazy man. However, when he looked down to meet eyes with you, you grinned, smiling sweetly as you always do with him.

He smiled back, still not knowing of the crazy things that had to come being involved with you. You started by helping him clean his mess, you made sure to get a mop and some towels to clean blood from the floor and any other surfaces.

“So why are you helping me?” He asked after a lengthy silence. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I thought I was pretty obvious about my little crush.” You explicate, since Jimin didn’t understand right off the bat.

“This is illegal, you realize this right?”

“Oh, I like you too much to tattle on you. Besides, I have a few skeletons in my closet too.” You both kissed fervently afterwards, making out for a good five minutes in the bathroom before disposing of the body properly. That was the first murder you helped cover up.

You never told Jimin about your first husband, since the topic never came up. You never pried about your lives before each other, the lives you had before knowing how crazy you both were about each other. Compared to Namjoon, Jimin was rough.

He was a lot more dominant in bed and loved reminding you how you belonged to him. Of course, that’s a story for another day since the first time you had sex, he started seeing your beast and going crazy. He kept muttering in his sleep and then talking about the voice in his head. It got so bad that one day, he was escorted out of class. 

You told him about the beast, explaining that he was your heart but Jimin did not believe anything you said. Instead, he tried to kill him. So, he fought back. And that was the end of husband number two.

You had two more husbands after that, each relationship spanning around two years, both men dying at the hands of your beast.

You didn’t realize it before, but this was actually the longest your beast tolerated this man. Taehyung was special. More special than the others. Looking at him now, you know in your heart, you want him all to yourself.

You don’t want anyone else to have him any longer. You start by destroying his phone, feeding it to your beast before stripping him down to change him into a skirt and a jersey. You start by taking away his freedom, little by little.

At first, Tae fights back. He tells you to think about what you’re doing and talk it out, but you’re done with playing the good. Now he will listen to you for a change, and pleasure you like he should’ve been doing properly this entire time.

It makes the process a lot easier when you make your daily visits and your Tae is smiling at you as you kneel down and put your hand under his skirt to feel up his voluptuous dick.

“Mmm, would you like to join me in the bedroom, dear?” You ask, smiling at his little bulge.

“I-is that okay?” You nod.

“You’ve been a good boy for me Tae, it’s fine.” You kiss him fiercely before unlocking his handcuffs and pulling him towards your bedroom. You climb on top of him, kissing him as you finger him as gently as possible, preparing him for your dildo. 

This has become something of a routine, you would come into the room and give Tae some food and water and if he’s a good boy and doesn’t talk back, you would take him to your bedroom to spend the night with him. The first time, he tried to run away after punching you in the stomach. You quickly recoiled and held your womb, whispering in a ghastly voice, “You’re lucky you didn’t hit me a little lower. I might not be able to give you children if you damage my womb.” You had no idea what was going through Tae’s mind when he did that, so you isolated him for a week, only sliding the food and water in through a doggy door in your makeshift prison. You had it installed a while ago for your front door, but you went ahead and switched the two doors and now your “guest room” is Tae’s room.

The only thing you could lean on was your beast, who continued feeding you information, how Taehyung’s side chick actually left the country to pursue her dream after an opportunity presented itself, not even looking back or giving Tae a slight goodbye. She never texted him back, after he said “Goodnight” to her one time. 

You feel like karma was starting to take its effect. The only thing in your way was Taehyung’s will to leave. You don’t know why your husband tried to escape the first time, as he never repeated it, only staying still as you climbed on top of him and rode him to your high.

He stayed silent, only grunting or cursing under his breath. You could tell he was breaking, or a lot more weaker than he was before. You had also only given him skirts to wear, which in turn squeezed his waist and only made him more uncomfortable. 

After a good month or so of the same routine, you decided to grant Tae the privilege of wearing sweats. He was so happy, he jumped to hug you. However, from the beast’s perspective, you oils see Taehyung growling at him.

After some time had passed, you allowed Tae to walk around the ground floor of the house as he pleased. He was allowed to watch TV, solve puzzles, and pleasure you whenever he felt like it. Life was a lot better this way, with you controlling him like this. Although, you have to admit you do miss the old Tae, how he used to make you laugh and how he would always give you that boxy smile.

Maybe you did take things too far.

“It’s great that you’re making your husband your little slave. Look what a good slut he is, slurping your pussy like it’s the only one in the world.” You hum in reply, concentrating on Tae as he spits on your labia. 

He’s not happy though, and neither am I. He’s miserable. You frown as your husband continues licking down your slit, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

“You made me, I know you better than you know yourself. This is what’s best for you.” He growls, you know it would be best to listen to him but what has he ever done for you? Killed the loves of your life?

“Tae, stop. I’m retaliating. I can’t do this. I want you back, I want to be free with you, but he doesn’t want that.”

“YOU MADE ME SO I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, LISTEN TO ME YOU INSOLENT HUMAN.” You cower, Tae immediately jumping in front of him, holding up his fists in defense.

“Tae, honey, I know you think you’re helping but you were locked in a small room for hours on end with no exercise unless you count sex. Your muscles are really out of whack.” 

“Um, trying to save you from a horrible creature at the moment. Can you try to at least not insult my body? You did this to me.” Tae puts his hands on his hips as you move in front of him.

“Leave us alone. Leave me alone. I don’t need you anymore. You took advantage of me!” You grip Taehyung’s arm as he growls at you. Slowly, he starts disappearing. Like dust, he crumbles and all that’s left is residue. You grip Tae tight, holding him steady to keep him from falling in shock. “Fuck, you haven’t eaten. Ohhh, we need a doctor.”

Taehyung helps you out after he wakes up, having been diagnosed with Hypoglycemia after not eating well for the past month. He forgives you just as you forgave him for cheating on you earlier.

You made sure to take care of him, slowly returning to normalcy after a torturous time. After being forced to wear skirts for three weeks straight, Taehyung had trauma.

To support him, you threw out all of your skirts and got pant suits instead. One fine day after arriving home from work, you find Tae moaning in his room. However, he isn’t alone. He was in bed with another woman and all you could do was clasp your hands over your mouth and cry. This is what you get for trying to turn him into your slave. You deserved this.

You run away from home that night, leaving to find something to take your mind off from things for a bit. That’s when you meet someone at the convenience store.

“Rough day?” He’s obviously older than Taehyung, by a couple years. 

“You know it. I just found out my husband’s cheating on me, again.” He puts his phone down, leaning over the counter as you vent to him.

“Oh really? Well sorry if it sounds impolite but I’m a doctor and I just had to ask, are you having problems in the bedroom? I can’t think of a reason why he would cheat on a lady as sweet as yourself.” You blush at the compliment, smiling before defending Tae.

“No, it’s not any of your business either. And for the record...I can’t think of a reason why he would do it again.”

“What about the first time, you said he cheated again, right?” You shrug. “May I ask if he's younger than you?” You scoff.

“Yeah, he’s about 8 years younger than me. He was a frat boy in college. That’s how he got my heart.”

“Hmmm, ever stop to think why he would cheat on you now?”

“Shut up. My Tae would never–”

“Ohhh Yoongi, my darling Taehyung just gave me this diamond ring. He called me his special gen.” You see a girl, who looks no older than 16 running into the shop.

“Aish, Soojin, I told you to stay away from that guy.”

“You know someone named Tae?” You ask the girl, untying your scarf from your neck in anxiousness.

“Yeah, my boyfriend Taehyung. He’s rich and he has a huge house. He also lives with his older sister but she wasn’t home today.” Your face goes pale.

“His last name might not happen to be Kim…could it?”

“Yes, exactly! Taehyung Kim who lives on 1292 Burbank street, do you know him?” You nearly faint, the man from behind the counter running over to help you up.

“That’s my husband, and no, he’s an only child. It seems that you’ve been played, little Soojin. We’ve both been played.” You close your eyes, feeling dizzy as a high-pitched ringing racks in your ears.

When you wake up, you’re in the hospital, the cries of a newborn filling your ears like music. It’s your daughter, you gave birth to her yesterday.

You passed out from the pain of giving birth that you dreamt up a whole scenario where your husband cheated on you. You vaguely remember that day you had sex in the back of your car and you were pregnant a week later with your first child.

Afterwards, Taehyung was cautious around you and helped make the entire pregnancy easier. He massaged you, pleasured you, and made amazing food for you.

During the entire birth he was by your side. Not once did he cheat on you or leave you for another woman. He was yours from the moment you laid eyes upon him.

“You’re awake,” You found Tae sitting right where he was when you gave birth, beside you. “It’s a girl. What do you want to name her?” You breathe in relief, pain leaving your body as you lay eyes upon your child for the first time. Her eyes are jet black as she peers at you curiously.

“Let’s give her the name we picked together.”

“Awww, Amie. Amie Kim has such a nice ring to it.” Your husband kisses your cheek as you both speak to your baby in hushed tones, ignoring the machines as they continue whirring in the background.

[allie1804-fan]

The Middle of the Road (Chapter 17)

Warnings: Some explicit context

Chapter 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8 , 9, 10, 11 , 12,  13  14 , 15 ,  16

Feb 2026

“Wakey, wakey rise and shine my lady”

“mmmmm what?

Emily stirred as Keanu set a tray down on the dressing table.

“Breakfast time – I think you need a nourishing start for this big day don’t you?”

“Oh my god!” she groaned as she remembered, in her drowsy state, what day it was. It was the Oscars Ceremony that night and her screenplay for a film made the year before had been nominated for Best Original Screenplay.  The whole situation was surreal and she’d be doing the whole ‘get ready and promotion’ hoopla for the first time as the main player of the family as opposed to the wife of the main event. Keanu was loving it, teasing her relentlessly during the prior few weeks when she went to do press and he was left home with the kids, who were now 4 ½ and 3 ½ .  They were at one and the same time a handful and a delight.  

It was a Sunday and right now, they were currently watching TV downstairs and Maria, still their nanny on a part time basis, was watching them.  She was here for the day so the two of them could attend the ceremony and it was a treat to have time to enjoy breakfast alone when usually at least one of them would be up at 7 and they’d all be up eating pancakes by 8. Typically there were no lazy Sundays as they would usually go out after breakfast to have some outdoors time, get the kids enjoying fresh air and expending some of their boundless energy.

Keanu and Emily tucked into granola with super cold milk (he always insisted on that!) and then some coffee and a pain au chocolat before snuggling back under the covers.

“Thanks so much for that -  a luxury start to a big day but I should go down and see the kids”

“oh no you don’t, not yet. Maria is in full control and I want to keep you to myself a bit longer!”

“Oh yeah what do have in mind mister?”

“I might just want to make love to my Oscar nominated wife one more time before she becomes my Oscar winning wife”

“Oh come on, I’m not gonna win, I’m up against Mike Leigh and Guillermo del Torro for god’s sake”

“Doesn’t matter who they are, it’s what you wrote that will win it for you”

“Ahh well thanks for the vote of confidence but I’m just amazed to be nominated even - so what will be will be ……………..anyway, about that love making………” she purred, rubbing his cock with the palm of her hand through the lounge pants he had worn to go downstairs”

He responded with a low moan and pulled her to him for a kiss “mmmmm you still taste all chocolatey, got anything else sweet for me?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, sliding down under the covers, rubbing her breasts through her nightshirt and sliding it up as he went, exposing her stomach as he did. She laid her head back on the pillow as she felt his lips on her belly then his warm hands wiggle their way underneath her to grasp her ass. He teased her for a few moments, kissing the tops of her thighs then just blowing softly over her mound making her cry out in need of him. Finally, he obliged, sticking out his tongue and probing up inside her.

“so ruby red and sweet as nectar” he muttered before engulfing her pussy  with his mouth and starting a pattern of steady circling and sucking of the hood of her clit, flicking the nub itself  then licking the lips and probing up inside her vagina. He was patience personified, taking it slow and letting her get close then easing down momentarily – he loved the build up.

She had started to claw at the sheets as she neared orgasm when he suddenly stopped and knelt up in front of her making her gasp in her unfulfilled need. He looked at her mischievously as she lay, pink colour spreading across her chest and cheeks then put two of his long fingers in his mouth to wet them before smiling and laying down again.

She cried out as she felt those two fingers slide inside her and his mouth latch onto his target once more. He groaned as he felt the juices increasing as he pumped slowly in and out, gradually curling his fingers up to press into her g spot. Her hips pressed up rhythmically towards his waiting mouth and one hand grasped his head and held him to his task. Feeling her clitoris reach peak hardness, he pumped faster and harder with his fingers and she let out a load squeal at the intense release followed by a long low moan. Keanu’s ministrations turned gentle as he eased her down before he sat up, a broad grin on his wet face which she hardly registered as she lay recovering.

He wasn’t about to let her have too long to recover though , so great was his need by this point and she soon found herself pulled towards him, her butt pressing against his thighs while he played with her breasts with one hand and grasped his thick shaft with the other.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t wait to have you” he muttered, laying down against her and nibbling on her neck as his cock made its presence felt between her legs. Despite his pressing need, he took it gently. Her pussy was still tight and contracting after her orgasm so he pushed in inch by inch to allow her to relax and take him.

“One last piece of loving mrs nominee” he grunted out, pushing his whole length inside at last, making her quiver against him. “You OK?”

“God yes, just take me now”

Her words inflamed him and he lifted up on extended arms, pulling almost all the way out before each thrust filled and thrilled her. Just as he had with her first orgasm, he knew how to orchestrate this performance too, pumping slow and steady at first, beginning to angle his cock to rub her g spot, then waiting, waiting to feel the gentle fluttering in her vagina that signalled she was on the verge of coming. Only then did he pump faster and harder, thrilling to the sensations of her hands clawing at his back, her pussy pulsing around him, her cries growing louder and his own orgasm crashing his senses, blinding him in a wave of pleasure.

Afterwards, he laid down against her, resting on his elbows and kissing her neck as she stroked his back for a while. Eventually he rolled off her and they lay quietly together, with only the sound of the air conditioning  in the background.

“Are we getting better at that?” he asked jokingly.

“mmm you are!” she grinned – I just lay back and enjoyed!”

“naah takes two to tango!”

“Well all I know is, if I don’t win anything tonight, I’ve still won the best prize being married to you”

“Are you saying you just want me for the sex?!”

“Precisely” she laughed, grabbing his butt “you’re just my own personal himbo”

They lay giggling and snuggling a little while longer then got up to spend time with the kids before they had to head downtown. They would be dressed by a stylist at a hotel and Emily had some pre red carpet interviews to do alongside the cast and director of the movie of her screenplay. Keanu himself was due to present  - fortunately not for her award and he would be done and back sitting beside her when it came time for her award to be announced.

The crowds lining the red carpet were noisy and enthusiastic and Keanu took pride of place next to Emily when Ryan Seacrest invited them up to say a few words.

“and how do you feel about playing second fiddle to your wife today Keanu?”

Emily blushed and he launched into their favourite awards day saying:

“Well, it makes a refreshing change to let her step into the limelight that I’ve been hogging since we met and of course I’m proud, happy and thrilled that she got nominated for her amazing writing. It’s thoroughly well deserved”

“and did you draw on your personal life to inform the characters?” Ryan asked with a cheeky grin. The screenplay was about a man who enticed a high class escort to fall in love with then carry out a murder for him!

Emily laughed along with both Ryan and Keanu who was covering his mouth with his hand as usual.

“Definitely not – I have a very vivid imagination. And nothing could be further from our lives right now with a 3 and a 4 year old running us ragged most of the time!”

“and will they be at home watching right now?”

“Maybe” Keanu said “but they don’t find mom and dad in fancy clothes that interesting so they’re  more likely to be out in the garden playing if I had to guess!”

“Well give them a wave just in case and good luck tonight Emily and good luck with the presenting gig Keanu”

“They each waved at the camera and moved on letting the next guest take their place with Ryan.

They headed to the large reception area, meeting with friends and colleagues along the way to chat and exchange ‘good lucks’. The pre-amble always took ages, Keanu had warned her and Emily’s feet were aching by the time they finally sat down for the prestigious ceremony to begin.

Keanu pointed out the camera positions to her and they joked about the gracious face she’d need to adopt in the event of losing. Several awards came and went before he had to leave to present the Best Supporting Actor award. Emily was sure the cameras swung onto her as he presented though she couldn’t be sure. That was OK by her - she knew she simply had a proud expression all over her face. She was definitely more worried about the moment coming up when they would definitely zoom in on her. Keanu made his way back to her after a couple more awards which left just one more to come before her moment in the spotlight.

The nominees were announced and Keanu squeezed her hand as her name was announced, knowing how nervous and exposed she felt. They played clips from each nominated film after that which gave her a few minutes to gather herself for the big reveal.

The presenters were George Clooney and Emily Blunt who’d co-starred in a film the previous year which was also up for an award. Keanu had teased that Emily only wanted to win because George would kiss her cheek if she did. She had been a fan of his ever since ER in the 90s!

As Emily was opening the envelope, she held Keanu’s hand in a tight grip.

“… and the winner is ……… Emily Reeves”

Keanu leapt up cheering and grabbed her hand to make her stand. He hugged her close and whispered in her ear.

“Now go get your kiss from George! You did it, you’re amazing!”

She kissed him back, simply stunned to have won and rooted to the spot for a moment

“go go” he laughed and she finally let go of his hand to make her way to the stage.

Fear gripped her as she kissed the cheeks of both Emily and George before taking the award from George with shaking hands. “imagine everyone naked” she reminded herself as she stood behind the podium and looked at the sea of faces.

“I’ll keep it short” she said “I know that’s an unusual promise from a writer but I think I can safely say, my husband is more cut out for this limelight business! So thank you Academy for this great honour thank you to the team who brought my screenplay to life in such an amazing, entertaining way and thanks of course to Keanu for making it possible for me to find time amidst raising our young family, to write again. There was a time when I thought I would never come up for air from breast-feeding and diapers but together we’ve made it work, he’s been my biggest cheerleader in this process even though he knew I’d get to kiss my hero ‘Doug Ross’ if I won!”

The audience laughed and the camera swung to Keanu chuckling behind his hand as she said this and then to George laughing too.

She rounded off her speech quickly after that.

“So thank you again Academy for this great honour and for making the dream of teenaged me come true in every way”

A couple of hours later, they arrived at the Governor’s ball where Emily would get her award engraved with her name and they could at last have something to eat. They managed to find a space to sit and be together and let others just come to them rather than endlessly circulating. It was a moment for them to enjoy and share in particular. They hadn’t really been able to talk since the award itself.

“Thank you for my honourable mention” he said kissing her cheek.

“Well you deserve nothing less. I couldn’t have got my mojo back without the space to write that you made happen”

“No we made it happen, just like we made those beautiful babies back home and we made sweet love this morning and we make our day to day life as happy as it can be amidst the madness of toddlers!”

She stroked his cheek and looked adoringly into his eyes.

“Yeah we make a good team huh?”

“Yup – and will you stay with me still, even after kissing ‘Doug Ross?”

“weeeell” she started, making out that it was a tough decision – he laughed and punched her lightly on the arm.

“Well OK then Keanu, I’ll stay with you, if you insist!”

“I do, indeed I do” he replied, pulling her into a kiss that sealed the deal.

The End

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[krystalkoya]

Ad Hoc | 04

Summary: Landing your dream job as an advertising exec at Kim Entertainment straight out of college was nothing like you imagined. Mostly due to the fact that your college rival, Jung Hoseok, sits ten feet away from you and never misses an opportunity to make your life a living hell. When a position opens up at the firm to be chief of advertising, you jump at the opportunity, but not without having to go up against Hoseok who is also vying for the position. In a dirty game of deception and betrayal, the last thing you expect to come out of it is love.

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pairing: coworker!hoseok x reader

genre: enemies to lovers, future angst, smut, humour

rating: nc17

word count: 10k

chapter warnings: none!

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Chapter Summary:  You cut Hoseok off for a reason. What happens when you run into an old friend that tells you more about the past than you thought you needed to know?

Series Masterpost

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Jesus, Hoseok was going to have a killer hangover in the morning if he didn't slow down.

Not one to waste alcohol, he threw back the last shot in his hand and wiped the liquid that hadn't made it into his mouth off his chin. Now that he was sufficiently buzzed enough to enjoy this party, he’d allow himself to cool off before he accepted any more drinks tonight.

 He had to have been here for about half an hour by now but he still hasn't had the chance to speak to Wonho yet. Their mutual head nod of acknowledgement when he’d first arrived didn’t count.

Hoseok swiveled his head around the room, looking for any signs of the host in the sea of people here tonight. Wonho really wasn’t kidding when he said any and everyone was invited. Well, the man did keep to his word, he’ll give him that. A few months back he said he’d throw a celebratory party if he managed to pass that damn macroeconomics class. Hoseok was grateful he didn’t have to hear about how ‘the professor had it out for him’ anymore.  Hoseok glanced around the crowded room in search of Wonho and luckily, he didn’t have to search long when he spotted the man chatting with a group of guys outside. The fresh air would be a welcome escape from the muggy humidity of the living room. But as he was making his way through the crowd of wasted college students, a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Hoseok! Where have you been? I haven't seen you all night!"

It was Taehyung. One of Hoseok's good friends for ages now. They met back in high school, Taehyung had been someone who knew him both before and after his little self-destructing episode. A loyal guy, no friend, who’d been there for both his highs and his lows. Being a couple years older than him, Hoseok had always felt like he should set a good example for the younger man, especially after he finally came his senses. But really, Hoseok new he needn't worry. Sure, Tae was a typical college kid, he liked to have fun just like him but he was nowhere near as bad as Hoseok was in his rebellious teen years. Hoseok would never allow him to.

"Taehyung I see you everyday. Isn't that enough for you?"

"I didn't see you at all today though. Had a final, remember? I haven't been home since my 8 am this morning. Come here, man. It's good to see you again." Taehyung engulfs Hoseok in a drunkenly awkward hug, sloshing whatever was in his plastic red cup on Hoseok's sleeve and the floor. Hoseok grimaces because now he was going to reek of cheap beer for the rest of the night.

"Taehyung, we're roommates, we see each other all the time."

Taehyung nuzzles in deeper, ignoring Hoseok completely. "Where's ___?"

"Not here. She’s studying."

Taehyung pulls back. Thank god because Hoseok felt like he was going to suffocate in that grip of his. Had he been working out lately? Why the hell was he so strong?

Taehyung shoots him a sympathetic look but Hoseok brushes him off.

"Put the sympathy-eyes away Tae. It's not that serious." he says bitterly.

 Taehyung drops his hands exasperatedly and whines, "When are you just going to tell her already? In all the time I've known you I swear you've never acted like this much of a pussy bef-"

 Hoseok slaps a hand over his companion's mouth. He was not going to have this conversation with Taehyung, halfway drunk off cheap liquor, in the middle of a college party. Or ever, if he could avoid it.

 "Annnd I'm gonna stop you right there. We've been over this, remember? It might take you a while in your state but it'll come to you. We’ll talk later, okay? I’m gonna go catch up with Wonho." Hoseok starts in the direction of the sliding glass door that leads out to the patio but someone stops him yet again.

It's not Taehyung this time.

"Hoseok! I didn’t know you were here!."

It's Jiyeon. She looks good. Boy does she look good. Long hair cascading around her face, makeup done up just right to highlight all her best features. She was hot, and totally the type Hoseok would consider going for if he wasn't so hung up on… someone else.

"Oh, hey Jiyeon."

Taehyung grumbles in the background, which draws Hoseok to the fact that he was still here.

"Well that’s comforting. I’m not the only one Hoseok’s been avoiding tonight, there’re others."

Hoseok doesn't even begin to acknowledge that passive-aggressive comment in favor of addressing the girl before him.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here. I would've said hi sooner."

"Well, now that you are, you have to dance with me at least once tonight? Please? I've been bored out of my mind- everyone else is no fun."

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn't really have any pressing concerns to attend to at the moment. He assumed catching up with Wonho could wait. So with a decision in mind (a poor one, he’d come to find out) he said,

 "Sure, why not?"

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Hoseok was sweaty and hot but he was genuinely enjoying himself. He chatted with Jiyeon and Taehyung for a while, which gave him ample time to get a few more drinks in his system. But once Jiyeon's patience wore thin, she got antsy, pulling him out to the makeshift dance floor of the fraternity's living room.

Which is why he was currently pressed up between the hot sweaty bodies of several twenty-something year olds as he danced with Jiyeon to the loud music blaring overhead from Wonho's top of the line sound system.

He was going to need that patio break soon, he realized as the third song was coming to an end. He could literally feel the trail of sweat sliding down his spine at this point.

But just as he was about to mention to Jiyeon that maybe they should take a break, she was leaning in closer to ask him something herself.

"It's getting kinda crowded. Maybe we should cool off a bit, talk someplace a little more private."

Hoseok stilled at her words, unsure how to respond. He wasn't an idiot. He knew when girls said they wanted to 'talk in private' it was code for hookup. And like he said earlier, he would've totally been up for it about 6 months ago, but now...?

Hoseok opened his mouth to try and let her down the easy, but Jiyeon was already turning away from him, taking his hand and dragging him off somewhere in her wake.

Before he knew it he was being pulled inside an empty bedroom. Jiyeon plopped herself on the edge of the bed, staring at him expectantly.

She patted the space beside her and smiled up at him, "Come sit."

Hoseok stood there reluctantly, feet glued to the ground for a few moments because how the hell did you tell a girl that you didn't want her? Jesus, it already sounded shitty in his head, just imagine if he'd said that out loud. And the douchebag award of the year goes to... the idiot who rejects a hot girl (who clearly wants him) all because he can't tell his best friend he likes her. How pathetic.

Despite himself, Hoseok sits himself at the edge of the bed, leaving a good amount of space between the two of them. He figured it was best to deliver this news sitting down, jesus the alcohol was really clouding his judgement tonight cause that plan all goes to shit when Jiyeon takes this opportunity to pounce on him.

Hoseok is forced onto his back with the weight of Jiyeon’s body. She wasted no time as she clambered into his lap and eagerly attached her mouth to his.

Hoseok was shocked by her boldness for the first two seconds, eyes wide open and body frozen in place with the force of Jiyeon's enthusiasm, but he quickly snapped out of it. He pulled away, placing his hands on her arms to pull her off of him.

 She pulls back, her expression flooded with questions.

 "Hoseok, what's wrong?"

 He grimaced because this was the moment of truth. Hopefully she would understand.

"Jiyeon, I don't think we should do this. You're drunk and..."

 "I'm not drunk!" She says in protest.

 "Okay, not drunk. But under-the-influence nonetheless. Either way, we should stop-"

"Is this because of someone else?"

Hoseok paused because boy was she spot on. How did she know?

"Yes. No. It doesn't matter. Look, how about we go back out and enjoy the party. Listen, they’re finally playing some better songs, we can-“

"It is, isn't it?" she asks dejectedly.

And something about her tone makes him think he shouldn't evade the question a second time. It wouldn’t be right.

So with a sigh he nods, staring at the floor because he can’t meet her eyes. "Yes."

There’s silence as she tries to process his words and she’s still perched on his lap but Hoseok is the perfect gentleman. After all, he knows from experience how hard it can be to have unrequited feelings.

But then Jiyeon is speaking again, although tentatively. "I mean, we can just fool around a little bit. I don't mind if you don’t..."  She reaches out to stroke his cheek tenderly.

Hoseok reels back from her touch, but cringes yet again when he realizes how rude that may have come across.

Nevertheless, Jiyeon gets the message, her arm freezing in place as her jaw drops open in shock at the sign of true rejection.

"Jiyeon- I, I promise, it's nothing against you. You're great, really! It's just… me." He says defeatedly.

Jiyeon hums in response, her posture more reserved and drawn into herself than before.

Hoseok puts distance between them again, and this time Jiyeon separates herself from him as well, climbing off his lap to sit at the opposite side of the bed.

Hoseok, not knowing what else to do, shoots her a tight smile as he says,

"I-I’m gonna go back out there. Come find me later?"

Jiyeon nods in his direction, her eyes trained to the floor.

"Yeah, um… sure. I’ll be out in a minute."

There’s silence in the room again as Hoseok stares at Jiyeon’s expression which is currently trained on the floor. After a few more moments of this, Hoseok figures it’s time for him to go, not wanting to upset her any longer. He rises from the bed and shuts the door behind him, shooting her one last sympathetic look before he goes.

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Jiyeon’s P.O.V

Jiyeon heard the click of the door shut when Hoseok left, yet she remained rooted to her spot at the edge of the bed.

Jiyeon knew exactly what was keeping Hoseok from hooking up with her. Or rather who was. She didn’t think they were together but who knows, they could’ve been. That would explain why she and him were always together all the time. But no, she remembers hearing from others, in addition to the source itself, that they were just friends. Had always been and will always be just friends. Bullshit, anyone could see the way Hoseok’s eyes lit up whenever her name was merely mentioned. He was a goner and any and everyone knew it except for the girl in question.

Either way, Jiyeon was hurt. She could have any man she wanted except for him. She was sure she had him tonight but she was wrong yet again. ___ was obviously still a factor, and nothing she did could change that.

As she sat there at the end of the bed, her hands picking at a stray thread on her blouse absentmindedly she realized she was hurt yes, but she was also angry. Angry that she couldn’t have him. Angry that he was smitten with someone else who probably didn’t even care enough to bat an eyelash at his feelings.

So when a phone that wasn’t hers buzzed on the bed beside her, Jiyeon found herself doing something that she wouldn’t do under normal circumstances.

She picked it up to see that a message had come in. And speak of the devil, it was from ___. Which meant that this must’ve been Hoseok’s phone.

It must have fallen out of his hoodie at some point during their oh-so-brief tumble in the sheets (if you could call it that).

Jiyeon felt inclined to pry, curious as to what Hoseok and you talked about at this hour of the night.

You: Hey, spilled coffee all over my laptop and now it won't come on. Mind telling me the hw for ad class? [11:35]

As Jiyeon read the message she was almost overcome with a sudden sense of boredom because obviously nothing interesting was going to come out of this conversation. She was almost compelled to go find Hoseok and return his phone to him so he could respond to you. Again, almost is the keyword here.

Instead, Jiyeon’s initial boredom was twisted into something much more sinister, because although she was hurt, she was also angry. And when she was angry, she was far more inclined to seek revenge. Her siblings had never appreciated this quality about her growing up. Always said she was far too petty for her own good.

And so she found herself replying to ___’s message, feeding her wrong information under the guise of being her trusted friend, ‘Hoseok’.

It takes her a mere couple minutes to come up with something believable. Thankfully, she took this course last semester, otherwise she’d have no proper basis for her lie. The truth was, the final assignment for Smith’s class was always an essay, and you were truly toeing the line if you expected to start this late and get a good grade on it. Decent at best, but only if you really knew you’re stuff. But Jiyeon destroyed any hope of that happening when she lied.

You: A skit? [11:42]

You repeated her words, Hoseok’s words as far as you knew, as if asking for confirmation.

Jiyeon surprised herself with how good she was at this, coming up with details on the spot that sounded legitimate enough to be true.

Hoseok: Yeah, like an ad. Can be on anything really. Just incorporate some of the terms and techniques we learned throughout the semester and it should be fine [11:43]

You: Ok, thanks, you're a lifesaver. Are we presenting in class? [11:45]

Sure, why not? Hoseok: Yup [11:45]

You: Alright, thanks again, really. [11:46]

You: Don't stay out too late. you could barely function in class last time that happened [11:47]

Jiyeon is just about to type out one last reply when a sudden knock on the door makes her jump out of her seat. The door swings open just as Hoseok’s phone clatters to the floor.

“Everything alright in here? Hoseok didn’t shoot one off and leave you high and dry, did he?”

Taehyung shoots Jiyeon a quizzical look when Hoseok’s phone clatters to the floor a few feet ahead of him.

“Hey, you okay? Why do you have Hoseok’s phone?”

Internally, Jiyeon is panicking, her heart racing at the prospect of being caught. Not only did she snoop through someone else’s phone, she’s also pretty sure she costs someone else their grade in class.

Externally, Jiyeon does her best to keep her cool. She rises from the bed and picks the phone up off the floor. Instead of standing up immediately, she remains hovered over it on the floor, feigning inspecting the phone for damage when really she attempts to delete the message thread between you and ‘Hoseok’.

It is only when any traces of the conversation are deleted that she rises from the ground.

“Nothing, nothing. Hoseok left his phone in here though. Could you do me a favor and give it back to him?”

Taehyung looks from her to her outstretched hand skeptically for a moment but then he drops it, taking the phone from her hand acceptingly.

Jiyeon mentally sighs out in relief, thankful that Taehyung did not feel the need to push the issue any further. She bids him goodnight, saying she’s tired and going to turn in early for the night.

Taehyung bids her goodnight, saying he’ll tell Hoseok she left already.

Jiyeon’s lips quirk up at the corners, thinking that after tonight, Hoseok might just be hers after all. /tonight wasn’t so bad after all/at least one good thing came out of coming here tonight.

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This past week at work has been... weird. You were starting to think Hoseok’s favorite pastime was purposefully seeking you out to try out his new ‘insult of the day’ but he’s gone out of his way to avoid these last few days. Perfectly fine by you because it means you can finally get some work done without any interruptions.

Hoseok’s absence was a welcome presence in your life. It seems like the man, who’s made it is life’s mission to make your work life a living hell, has done a complete one-eighty.

Now, when you pass him in the halls on your way back to your desk, he looks straight ahead, averting his eyes to avoid looking at you head on.

When you stumble upon him in the breakroom, he regards you with complete silence, busying himself with reheating his lunch in the communal microwave instead.

So, strange considering that this is Hoseok we’re talking about, but not unwanted. You guess he took your advice. This is exactly what you wanted right?- a peaceful work environment, no drama, minimal arguments? Right?

You shake your heard as if to snap yourself out of some stupor. Of course, this is exactly what you’ve wanted ever since Hoseok started here.

You should’ve known not to be foolish enough to believe that this sudden change in behavior would go unnoticed by other prying eyes and ears in the office. You were even more of a fool to believe this one-eighty wouldn’t alert gossip-king himself.

“ Hey, I know I told you I'd lay off a little, but I've gotta know. What's up with him? He lobs his head in the direction of Hoseok's cubicle in place of saying his name.  

“He’s been quiet all day. You two didn't even have your routine quarrel in the breakroom this morning.”

 You shrug. “Don’t know, don't care. Let’s just enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts, shall we?”

Jimin shrugs, glancing behind him where Hoseok is busy typing away at his desk.

“I don’t know. Whatever happened, it looks pretty serious.” You pause for a moment, but resist the urge to glance over at the eerily quiet man. Thankfully, before you are pulled any deeper into analyzing what happened the last time you talked to him, Jimin decides to drop the subject.

“Sorry I shouldn’t have asked. I’m too curious for my own good sometimes. But you’re right though, the quiet is nice for a change.”

You’re lips quirk up at the corners and you spin around in your chair to face your companion fully. “Glad you agree. Now, let me run something by you for my project. I have this idea but I’m not sure how to execute it…” ===================================================

Hmm, milk chocolate with hazelnuts or dark chocolate coffee crunch? Ah, one of you favorite pastimes, choosing which assortment of chocolates you should take home as your guilty pleasure snack this week. Truthfully, you should be avoiding sweets like the plague unless you wanted to start looking like the version of yourself from ages 14-18 again, hills and valleys all over your face and all. But when aunt flo came to visit it was sure convenient to have those chocolates around when those cravings hit. And they always hit. Even after aunt flo had long since took her leave.  

Mind made up you reached for the raspberry delights instead, deeming that the fact that it had fruit in it made it slightly healthier. The slight resistance confuses you until you realize another hand is tugging on the same bar of chocolate as yours is. Despite there being plenty of other bars for you to grab, you were most definitely there first and your head shoots up to let the person know that they best grab another one when realize that you know this person.  

“Taehyung?” your eyes crease at the corners, brows furrowed in recollection as if it will help you decipher if this man is someone you know or not. It’d be extremely embarrassing if this man didn’t happen to be who you think it is. You’d have to file this memory in the place in your brain that randomly comes back to haunt you at the most innocuous of times. But he definitely is, you’d remember a face like that anywhere.

Though the more you look at him, the more you can see how he’s grown. His face has filled out a little more since you’ve last seen him, jawline much sharper and more defined. You got a glimpse of his resting face before his own broke out into recognition at the sight of you and, well let’s just say it’s alarmingly intimidating. You most definitely would have let go of the chocolate and let him have it despite how bold you were 10 seconds ago.

“___? Is that really you?” A smile breaks out onto his face like he can’t believe it’s you.

“In the flesh.” Before you can even get the words out he’s pulling you into a strong hug, limbs fully encasing your own in a deathtrap you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you tried.

“I haven’t seen you in forever! How’ve you been?”

What is going on? Is there a college reunion happening that you don’t know about because you have been running into way too many people from the past lately. First Jiyeon and now Taehyung? Who’s next? You really hope it isn’t your roommate freshman year. She always hated you.

“Doing great! I’m over at Jin’s dad’s company now and it’s the best company I’ve worked for so far. How about you?”

Taehyung’s eyes light up as if remembering something. “Oh, that’s right. Hoseok did tell me you worked there now. That’s funny.” He shakes his head in thought. You don’t know why you’re surprised to hear Hoseok’s name come out of his mouth. Taehyung had always been his best friend throughout college and even before that, you think. They went way back. You had always been cordial with Taehyung, even after your fallout, but it’s clear where his loyalty lies. So no, it’s not surprising that he and Hoseok still talk, though it is surprising to hear that they’ve talked about you with each other. But, of course, why wouldn’t Hoseok take the opportunity to bitch about his worst enemy to his best friend. It’s what you do, so can you really blame him?

Nevertheless, you ask him what he finds so amusing.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s just the fact that you and Hoseok were always so close back then, and now when you two are actually given a chance to work with each other, you hate each other’s guts.”

When you think about it like that he’s actually right. How ironic.

Your lips tilt up at the corners in agreement with him. “I guess it is kind of funny. But the universe is weird like that. Things never sync up when you want them to.”

Tae nods his head solemnly in response to your comment, the jovial air inspired by your reunion with an old friend being quickly clouded by the somber note bad memories usually bring.

In an effort to steer the conversation in a positive direction, you try to lighten up the mood.

“But I swear, the universe must be trying to tell me something. I’ve been running into all sorts of people from college, first Jiyeon, now you…Is there a reunion coming up that I don’t know about?”

“You ran into Jiyeon?!” He chuckles. “Last time I saw her, she was still chasing Hoseok.”

You shoot him a look and that tells him all he needs to know.

He looks at you incredulous, mouth ajar. “Still?! Geez, poor girl. She’s got to learn when to quit.”

You join in laughing lightly along with him, because that’s exactly what you said just some days ago.

Tae clears his throat but the small smile that appeared on his face remained as he says, “You know, there was one night where I thought she was this close to actually bagging him.”

You ears perk up at that. If you were a cartoon character, you’re pretty sure your 2D animated ears would be extending out of the side of your head to hear him better at the prospect of juicy gossip. Look at you, Jimin was rubbing off on you after all.

Interest peaked, you can’t help but ask him what happened.

“Well, nothing surprisingly. It was that night at Wonho’s party and I saw the two of them go into a room together so I thought, you know…” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, thrusting a finger in and out of the ring he made with his thumb and forefinger of the other hand.

You make sure he clearly sees the look of disgust you’re directing at him before waving your hand in a gesture to move this along.

“But, yeah. Nothing happened. Hoseok told me they never hooked up or anything. He was kind of…” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, averting his gaze “…kinda smitten with someone else at the time.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Damn, I never knew.”

Tae nods in understanding, “Mhm. I kind of feel bad for her in a way. Unrequited love is tough.

Tell me about it. You will that part of your brain to shut up because this was not the time to reminisce on old feelings (that may or may not have even been there in the first place).

Despite your internal torment, Tae continues blabbering on, “And when I went to check on her she was all alone in the room. She looked really frazzled, like she was in a rush.” He scratches his head as if trying to figure something out in his head. It’s been so long he must be struggling to remember clearly. “I mean, who wouldn’t be all squirrely after they just got rejected? I’d be. Shit, when I was hung up on that hot senior sophomore year I was a mess when she rejected me. And for Todd of all people? What did she even see in him? The guy had a plaid shirt for everyday of the week-“

“Tae, my ice cream is melting.”

“Right, anyways, where was I? Oh she asked me if I could return Hoseok’s phone and then she left. Poor girl, couldn’t even hand it to him herself, she must’ve been so embarrassed. But no hookup. I’d thought she moved on after all these year but clearly that’s not the case.”

“Wow,” you say. That’s all you can say. You didn’t know all of that went down back then. Hoseok for sure would have told you something as eventful as that, despite how many times you told him you didn’t want to hear about his hookups, or lack thereof. He must’ve finally taken the hint.

Come to think of it, you also hadn't known Hoseok had a crush at the time. He never mentioned anything about pursuing anyone besides the occasional hookup.  You would’ve known, cause like you said Hoseok told you everything. You physically could not put a filter on his mouth no matter how hard you tried. But apparently he knew how to keep some things quiet. You wonder who it was. Must have been serious if he didn't tell you right away. A pang resonates in your chest. You make a mental note to see the doctor about this heartburn you’ve been having lately.  

“Yeah, sad I know. But that’s on her if she wants to put herself through more heartache after what happened all those years ago. But enough about the past. How’s the job going? I heard about that new position that opened up.” He pauses a beat. “And Jin, how’s he? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

Something about his hesitance makes a your lips quirk up at the corners. “It’s… it’s going.” You pause and add, “But if Hoseok asks tell him I’m halfway through with my project and nothing he could even dream up is better than what I came up with. And Jin’s good too. A pain in my ass, but what’s new? He’s in culinary school now, and I’m so glad he made the switch. I was getting tired of his bitching and whining.” Tae’s brows quirk up in surprise. “And his dad’s… okay with that…?”

“Absolutely not.” You reply. “Well, he hasn’t told him yet but I’m pretty sure when he does he’s not going to be too happy about it.”

“Oh. Well I’m happy for him either way. I know he’s never wanted to end up taking over for his dad. He always complained about it even back then.”

 You fall into a comfortable conversation with your old friend as you finish picking up the last few items on your grocery list. You had only stopped by to pick up a couple of things, but once you bumped into Tae, you ended up spending far too much time in there than intended.

Taehyung was Hoseok’s friend, sure, but he had always been nice to you, even now. He was a good conversationalist and a great friend so when the time came for you to part ways and he made you promise to keep in touch, you agreed with little to no resistance.

When you leave the supermarket for home you expect no more surprises that night. It was stupid of you not to, with the people you keep company because when you finally push the stubborn door of your apartment open (you should really ask your landlord if you can change the locks) you see that all the lights in the kitchen are on and Seokjin is standing in the kitchen hovered over the stove.

His back is to you so he can’t see you staring at him in confusion? Anger? You’re not sure at this point.

“The fuck are you doing in my apartment?”

He tosses a head over his shoulder only to turn back to whatever he’s stirring in the pot.

“Oh hey. How was work?”

“Hey. The fuck are you doing in my apartment?”

He stirs the pot a few more times before he turns down the heat and pops a lid on it. Wiping his hands on the kitchen towel, he turns to you.

“Hi Jin, how are you, thank you so much for cooking me dinner tonight.” The high-pitched voice he uses to imitate you sounds nothing like you, you’d like to add.

You drop your bags at your feet, shrugging off your coat to hang in the hallway.

Once you face him again you’re brows shoot up in disbelief.

“Trying out a new recipe again?”

A shrug of his shoulders as he turns his back to you again. “You barely have any of the necessary essentials in your apartment to make a decent meal but you’ve got a gas stove and a convection oven. It’s a shame they don’t get much use unless I’m here. I brought some things over, I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

You peer over at the concoction of stuff he’s got simmering on low heat in that pan of his and you scoff.

“That’s because everytime I do stock up you just end up using up half the ingredients in my fridge every time you cook! Warn me next time, I was at the grocery store today, I could have picked up more than just coffee beans.”

 “Shush woman, you’re getting dinner out of this, I’d be grateful. And did you pick up the flavored kind? The classic one you like tastes like shit.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------

 “How’s my risotto? You should try the risotto. Is it good?”

You swallow around a mouthful of food you already had in your mouth and say, “I tried it Jin, it’s as good as always.”

“Just good?”

Noting the apprehension in his voice, you decide to ease his worries. “It’s wonderful. Absolutely delicious. The best risotto I’ve ever had.”

He points his fork at you, expression turned serious, “You’re pushing it. I’m good, but not that good.”

“I ran into Taehyung today.”

He chokes a little, and you look at him in confusion. “Taehyung? The same Taehyung from college?”

You nod.

“Is there a reunion happening or something? What’s with you running into everyone all of a sudden?”

“Right? That’s what I said. But no, no reunion. Just a coincidence.”

“What’d he say?”

“Nothing. We caught up a little. I told him about my run-in with Jiyeon the other night. He seemed to be just as amused as I was when he realized she was still pursuing that man after all these years.”

There’s a comfortable silence after that, the two of you just enjoying your meals, but then you perk up, remembering something else.

“Did you know she already made a move on him once and he rejected her?”

Seokjin gasps and you get an eyeful of brown mush that was once a perfectly sliced cube of pork. “No, really?”

“Yeah. Tae told me all about it.” You fill him in on all the details you heard at the market not too long ago.

“He turned her down apparently. Something about having a liking someone else instead.” You see the look in his eyes at that and shut him down immediately.

“Don’t you dare say it. I swear to god not a word. If you do I can’t assure you that you won’t lose a limb tonight.”

The ever present look of mischief in his eyes tells you he’s not derailed by your threats. So you change tactics.

“Alright. I wasn’t going to say anything, but how about we talk about your not-so-subtle crush on Taehyung. I see that’s still very much alive and well.”

Bingo. His face falls immediately at that, not expecting you to be so clever.

However, he pulls himself together impressively quickly. Seokjin, face calm as ever, even when he realizes you’ve backed him into a corner, replies coolly. “Please, if you really think I have a crush on a child like him, you must really be insane.” He focuses on cutting another piece of meat instead of the piercing stare you are pinning him with from across the table.

“He’s only three years younger than you! And he likes you. He always has. You know he asked about you right?”

“He did?” A brief hopeful look in his eyes flashes across his face but it’s gone all too quickly. No matter, that one unconscious act was enough evidence to prove your point.

“Puppy love is what it is. It’s hard not to fall in love with me at first sight but he’ll grow out of it. I’m sure.”

“You need to stop denying yourself the right to be happy. I’m serious. It took you this long to realize what you really wanted to do and it’s not taking over your father’s company. I won’t let you deny yourself the right to a healthy relationship too.”

There’s silence for several moments as you allow your words to sink in. Jin takes his time, chewing, swallowing before he opens his mouth to reply.

But of course, he chooses to deflect instead.

“I could say the same for you.”

You sigh, resigning yourself to eating the meal Seokjin so graciously prepared for you this evening.

The atmosphere is quiet, which to you means the conversation is over, the only chatter coming from the television anchor relaying the news in the background.

Just as you think the conversation is over, Seokjin surprises you again when he says,

“There’s one thing I don’t understand though.”

“What’s that?”

“Why was Jiyeon on Hoseok’s phone? Especially when he wasn’t there…”

You shrug, not really thinking much of it. “I don’t know, maybe he gave it to her to use.”

Jin shoots you a look. “___, no college guy just lets a girl use his phone without him being there.”

You stare at him for a moment, not fully understanding his meaning but knowing it isn’t a pleasant one. Your lip curls in disgust. “Eww… do I even want to know?”

Seokjin shakes his head rapidly, implying there are much greater issues to attend to. “That’s besides the point, but no. Listen, you said this was at a party right? Was it that party that happened just a day before the ‘incident’?”

“Don’t call it that.” You frown at his choice of words but now that you think about it… yeah. Hoseok was at Wonho’s end-of-year bash that fateful night before class.

“Ok, sure what if it was?  I don’t see what this has to do wi-“

“And didn’t you say Hoseok texted you to tell you your assignment that night?”

You nod slowly now, not seeing his point. Or rather, refusing to acknowledge it. “Okay and? Can you hurry up and get to the point, cause you’re still not making any sense.”

“The point is, at some point during the night Jiyeon had Hoseok’s phone. And she was alone. Unsupervised…”

Jin looks at you expectantly, brows lowered when it as he waits for it to click.

Your jaw drops in disbelief.

“You don’t think…?” But Jin is already nodding along, because yes, he does think.

You shake your head in disbelief. “No. It can’t be. I mean, Jiyeon wasn't necessarily 'nice' but she wasn't that much of a bitch. I mean why would she-“

He pins you with a look, effectively shutting you up.

“___ think about it. What better way to screw over the girl her crush had a crush on than to do something that would cause said people to never speak to each other again?”

So many thoughts going through your mind right now. If what Seokjin is implying is true then… you can’t even think of the implications of that thought right now.

“Wait, wait, wait. So you're saying that Jiyeon messaged me from Hoseok's phone, created a whole entire fake assignment, just to cause Hoseok and I to have a falling out just because she was jealous?”

Seokjin drops his knife and fork to his plate, leans back in his chair to cross his arms over his chest as he responds with a firm. “Yes, that’s exactly what I'm saying. I never trusted that girl.”

You consider for a moment before you shut him down again.

"But that doesn't even make sense because Hoseok-"

“Didn't have a crush on you. Yeah, we get it. But consider, just for a moment, if he did and that Jiyeon knew about it. I mean, this story makes perfect sense! And if Jiyeon is still pursuing this guy after all these years I think it's fair to say she's serious about him. Serious enough to sabotage a good friendship and to tarnish your GPA.”

Before you even have a chance to reply Seokjin is already beating you to it, bulldozing over whatever excuse you had come up with to dispute this time.

“I mean, if we’re being honest here, it’s a farfetched plan. If Jiyeon really did do it girlie really put it all on the line, assuming that she would a) never get caught and b) you guys would become the literal definition of sworn enemies.”

“You didn't even give Hoseok a chance to explain himself all those years ago. It's like you were waiting for him to fuck up and once he did, or it 'looked' like he did, that was it. You know how many times that man tried to use me to get through to you? But like a good friend, I told him to fuck off, because you were so insistent on not speaking to him again, ever. You need to stop pushing away the good guys ___. Now if Hoseok did do this, he’s trash and me and Jimin will beat his ass for what he did to you. But speak to him, if only for the closure.”

He lets that sink in for a minute and the silence helps you to organize your wildly rampant thoughts. Deep, deep down you did have the slightest inkling that Hoseok could have been innocent in all this. After all, you told him time and time again how important it was for you to keep up your grades. Your scholarship was riding on the fact that you had a high GPA. You didn’t have the pleasure of being able to go to college without it. You were blessed with a lovely set of parents who did want to see you pursuing a higher education but simply didn’t have the money to do so. They tried not to show it but secretly they were relieved when they’d found out you received a full ride. But after taking too many hits to your GPA the previous semester you were in danger of falling too low. Your last hope was scoring high marks in your ad class to keep you afloat. Hoseok knew this, could even relate to it as you spent many heartfelt nights talking to him about your fears of disappointing your parents and most importantly, yourself. Could someone who you’ve confided in be so malicious as to sabotage you like that? Now you weren’t so sure.

In an effort to hide your inner turmoil partly because you weren’t ready to accept that Jin had a point but mostly because you weren’t ready to open up a whole new bag of emotions you say, “Yeah, well, look who’s talking.”

He sighs recognizing that you are shutting down emotionally. Picking his silverware up again, he replies “Yeah, well. Take it from me. Don’t fuck this up. More than you already have. Talk to him. I know you like to deny it but I can tell you miss him.”

After Seokjin's long spiel you really had nothing else to say. It was a lot to take in. For one, he completely uprooted your entire beliefs for the last five years with his elaborate theories.  But eventually he had to leave, saying he had laundry and other neglected chores to attend to. You suspect he would have stayed over longer had your conversation not went down the path it did. He must think he’s doing you a favor by letting you stew in all that transpired while he was here.

He wasn’t. You were perfectly content with locking those memories up in a file in your brain and never opening them again. At least you thought you were. You didn't want what he was saying to make any sense but it did. Any sane person would think you’d be ecstatic to find out Hoseok was innocent after all. But all you could think about was how you threw away a good friendship over something Hoseok didn’t even do. If this was true, it would throw your whole world on its axis. You would be the person in the wrong this time. In your eyes, Hoseok was guilty before he even had a chance to prove his innocence. Whatever the case, you wouldn't rest until you found out the truth. And that started with speaking to the source itself.

 The next morning you stalked into the office determined to find the answers to all the questions Seokjin had planted in your mind the night before. You were doing that a lot lately. Stalking in on a mission. Boss behavior or signs of a stressed out, emotionally overworked colleague? You preferred to think it was the former.

You headed straight for the break room because it was 9:30 and Hoseok always made his morning cup of coffee around this time. Like clockwork, there he was, stirring the same serving of two sugars and two creamers into his mug as he’s done every day since he’s been here.

You stopped beside him.

"I need to talk to you."

He keeps his eyes trained on the red stirrer swirling in his mug when he replies,

“You need to talk to me, I don’t want to talk to you. I see a potential issue here.”

"Hey, I’m being serious.” You place a hand on his bicep to turn him towards you. “Did you have your phone with you that night at Wonho's party? The night before the last day of class?"

"What are you talking about? How am I supposed to remem-"

"Hoseok," you huff out at him. You needed answers and you weren't going to get them if he kept being difficult. "I really need you to think about this, okay? That night you went out, was there any point in time where you didn't have your phone on you?"


Hoseok's expression changes, probably shocked by the seriousness in your tone as you ask him to try to remember a miniscule detail on a night years ago when his mind was fuddled with the influence of alcohol.

But he can clearly remember one detail.

"No, I misplaced it at one point during the night. Taehyung found it and returned it to me the next morning."

Shock courses through your veins at his confession. Because Seokjin's far-fetched theory wasn't so far-fetched anymore.

You nod slowly. "Okay." You clear your throat, a hand on his elbow to guide him. "Okay, come with me."

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.

.

You pulled Hoseok into an empty conference room, glad Minho likes to spend majority of his mornings cooped up in his office working so you two can talk.

 This time, you give Hoseok the floor, finally allowing him to tell you his side of the story, something you should have let him do way back when.

 "So you're saying you never saw my texts to you that night? After you got to the party? The ones where I asked you what Smith's assignment was?"

"Not even one." Hoseok replies instantly.

You clench your teeth cause dammit, Seokjin was right.

“What’s this all about anyway?”

You snap out of your haze and turn your attention back to Hoseok. He deserves to be filled in on all of this, especially after all you’ve put him through.

“Listen, it could be nothing, probably is nothing, but Seokjin had this theory that, well Jiyeon found your phone and apparently she was using it that night. Taehyung found her snooping around on it before she gave it to him. And you never saw my texts so..." you trail off, conveniently omitting the part of Jin's theory that implied Jiyeon did this because the girl Hoseok had a crush on was you.

If you could take a guess, you would imagine Hoseok’s face is a mirror image of the one you were sporting when Jin first relayed this not-so preposterous idea to you.

He shakes his head as if trying to make sense of it all. “So what you're insinuating is that Jiyeon texted you from my phone and lied just so that you would fail?”


You nod hesitantly.

Unsurprisingly, his excuses are much like yours as well. But you need him to be absolutely sure that there was not even a sliver of a chance that Jiyeon could have done this. Assuming he wasn’t lying to you, this was the only plausible explanation you had at the moment.

“Come on ___, sure Jiyeon had her flaws but she wouldn’t do something like that. I mean, I thought you two were friends."


You snort. "Hoseok, you were the one who was friends with everybody not me. Jiyeon and I were closer to acquaintances but like, only when you were around."

He receives this as if it is new information to him, and it most definitely is considering Hoseok’s track record of being oblivious. Exhibit A was not knowing about the current suspect’s attraction to him for so long. For god’s sake the girl was practically vibrating with energy every time she stepped near him in college. It was truly a spectacle to behold.

“Hoseok I really need you to think. Do you think for any reason that Jiyeon would've done this? Out of spite maybe? Revenge?”

He laughs incredulously at what you are implying. This was ludicrous. “Revenge, why would she need to get revenge-“

All of a sudden he stops talking, a thought springing to his mind. After Jiyeon came onto him that night he did his best to let her down easy. He remembers telling her he had feelings for someone else. Was there someway Jiyeon had connected the dots and discovered that this 'someone' was you? If so, he's starting to think this crazy theory of yours is closer to reality than he initially thought.

He must be taking too long to respond because your rambling again.

“Otherwise, how else could this have happened? You said you didn't see my texts and as far as we know, no one else had your phone besides Taehyung. You think he did this?”

“God no, Taehyung would never do something like that. He’s pulled his fair share of pranks, but this is going too far. It’s just,” he scratches the back of his neck, “…that's a lot to accuse someone of.”

 You nod in understanding, lips pressed together in a thin line. “I know. This is why I'm trying to gather all the facts, before I accuse another innocent person. I already did it to you and I'm so soo sorry. I didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself.”

He smiles sheepishly, his attention not directed at you but at the ground as he says, “Not gonna lie, it hurt a little. A lot actually. You were one of my closest friends and then… poof you weren't.  And when I tried to get through to you I was met with either the silent treatment or petty insults. I started hating you simply because you hated me.”

Gosh you are an idiot. What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t stand the thought that you caused him pain simply because you were too afraid to get hurt yourself. You should have known something like this was not Hoseok’s doing. It just wasn’t in his nature. But all you can do now is apologize and hopefully, he’ll give you the chance to make up for lost time.

“I really am sorry. Can I make it up to you somehow? I'll do anything.”

Hoseok quirks a brow which prompts you to rephrase. “Anything…within reason.” You pin him with a narrowed stare.  

Hoseok laughs and your reminded of how much you miss hearing that laugh, bouncy and airy and full of joy.

“Relax, just lay off on the insults maybe? And, start being my friend again? I missed you.”

Your surprised by how much hearing those words come out of his mouth affected you but you do your best to keep your expression neutral.

“I-I can do that.” You choke out.

“Great.” A smile spreads across his face, transforming his lips into a heart-shape      you also missed seeing regularly. He leans in to encompass you in a hug and you freeze at first, unused to the contact but after a few moments pass you melt into the embrace, enjoying the scent of clean linen and sandalwood that radiates off of him. Your pleased to see that he still smells the same as you remember,

The two of you pull back, facing each other again.

“I’m surprised you forgave me so quickly after the way I treated you.”

“Yeah well, I’m just glad this was all due to a misunderstanding and not because of anything that I actually did. For the first few months I was racking my brain trying to figure out how I offended you.”

You chuckle sheepishly, “God, I am an idiot. I know this probably won’t make up for how I treated you but like I said, I’m really really sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He brushes you off. “You have plenty of time to make it up to me. The important thing is we’re friends again. I hope nothing changes when I get that promotion though, I’d hate to see a good thing come to an end so quickly.”

“Yah! Tell yourself that cause I’m the only one getting a promotion around here.”

“Righhht, uh huh. So how do we go about figuring out what happened? I feel like this is a witch hunt and since I’m no longer on trial I’m game to see where this goes.”

“First off you never even had a trial. In my naïve eyes you were guilty, case closed. And secondly I’m not sure I even want to dredge this all up again. Whatever happened, happened. It was so long ago and I ended getting to keep my scholarship in the long run. What’s the sense in starting unnecessary drama?”

Hoseok nods, understanding perfectly. “I get that but don’t you want to figure out who did it? I mean all accounts point to Jiyeon.” “Well if it was, then her plan backfired. I ended up barely passing and still got to keep my scholarship in the long run so…” You shrug pointedly.

Hoseok doesn’t comment on the fact that he doesn’t think that was Jiyeon’s goal in all of this (if it was in fact her, which common, he’s pretty sure it was at this point).

Needless to say, the two of you decide to drop the topic for the day, content to spend it trying to amend for lost time. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that…

As days continue to pass, the more you and Hoseok work on building your relationship back up, little by little. You won’t lie, it is a bit of an adjustment at first. These last few years you have physically trained yourself to automatically scowl at Hoseok every time you pass him in the halls on the way back to your desk. He’s even become accustomed to arguing every point you bring up during staff meetings, just for the heck of it. You now have to unlearn these habits, and curb those feelings of blind rage that has been coursing through your veins for so long. But it’s relieving, the daily menace you have come to dread at work is slowly transforming back into one of your good friends again, albeit slowly. Things have been going so well in fact, that the whole office starts to notice this change in behavior. It has been no secret around the office that you and Hoseok have had a strong distaste for each other so when your coworkers find you smiling and dare they say, laughing with Hoseok on your breaks it is quite shocking, to say the least.

The pair of you are so shocking that a small crowd has developed outside of the conference room you have chosen for today, the translucent glass making it visible when you let out a good-humored laugh, arm hanging off Hoseok’s shoulder as you double over in mirth.

“Are you… are you guys seeing this?” Jihyo doesn’t take his eyes off the two of you as he asks his question.

“You’re seeing it too? I thought I was the only one.” Comes Jungkook, sounding relieved to find out he hasn’t been hallucinating for the past five minutes.

“Oh yeah, we’re definitely all seeing this, I just… I can’t believe it. Just a few days ago ____ was threatening to claw Hoseok’s eyes out with a plastic spoon for not consulting with her first before he chose the font size for an ad. The font size.” He stresses.

“I never thought I’d see the day but we’ve finally surpassed the Dark Ages. It’s been a long dark road but it’s a brand new day and- oh shit, scram, they’re looking.”

Jungkook mutters before bolting along with Jihyo. Jimin’s a bit too slow to react, too caught up in looking at the way Hoseok retrieves an eyelash from your face and holds his finger out in front of you to make a wish. What alternate reality is this??

But all too soon Hoseok is looking up and when he spots the three stooges peaking through the glass he’s alerting you to their presence too. But when you turn around all you see is Jimin who can do nothing else but awkwardly wave back at the pair of you. You narrow your eyes at him. He shivers, that look doesn’t look good. He takes that as his cue to leave.

In the conference room…

“Guess the whole office is curious as to why we’re so buddy buddy all of a sudden.” You say.

“Oh, is that why half the office has been staring at us like we’re the damn circus this whole week? Are we that entertaining? Good to know.” Hoseok jokes back.

“Apparently. I should at least tell Jimin though. I know he’s dying to find out why the sudden change.”

Hoseok shuffles the papers on his desk, arranging them into a neat pile as he says, “Oh I could tell. Poor guy looks like his head was gonna explode if he doesn’t know what’s up by at least tomorrow. Get back to me once you finish the text, placement and sizing yeah?”

“Yeah, no problem. Alright I’ll see ya.”

You separate as you leave the conference room, Hoseok headed for his desk and you headed straight for Jimin’s cubicle.

When you arrive you’re 100% sure he feels your presence hovering over him but he does his best to pretend like he doesn’t see you, head straight and typing away at his computer.

“Jim-“

“Yes, I was spying okay! But Jungkook and Jihyo were there too, they just got away faster. In my defense, I tried to mind my business, I really did. But you’ve gotta give me something. I’ve been pinching myself trying to figure out if I was dreaming this entire week. Look!” He points at a spot on his forearm, red from how frequently he’s picked at the flesh between his two fingers.

“Jesus Jimin, no you’re not dreaming. Hoseok and I… we made up.”

It looks like his eyes are going to pop out of his head with how far they are bulging out of his head.

“Made up - what? Since when?! Explain, now.” He demands and you let out an exasperated sigh at his antics.

“Long, long story. I’ll fill you in on all the details tonight. But trust me when I say that we’re cool. I was wrong, turns out Hoseok isn’t as big of a dick as I thought.”

“What’s this about me having a big dick?” Speak of the devil, Hoseok pops head around the side of Jimin’s cubicle. He seems to have a knack for popping up unexpectedly.  

“Not what I said in the slightest.” You turn to him, “Did you need something?”

He shakes his head, “No, just forgot to ask you if we’re still on for lunch today?”

The expression on Jimin’s face lets you know that he is still very much getting used to this new dynamic between Hoseok and you.

“Oh yeah, for sure. Jimin you’re welcome to join if you want to but I’m afraid it won’t be much fun. We still have plenty of work to do.” Hoseok’s brows furrow at that, “Um, I don’t know what she’s on about but I’m going to eat, nothing else. I work my ass off at this company and deserve at least one hour to fuck around on my own time.”

Rolling your eyes you push past your coworkers, dare you say friends.

“I’m taking my lunch at 1. Hoseok, don’t be late or I’m leaving without you. I’ll catch you later Jimin!”

Jimin watches as Hoseok hurriedly speeds up to catch up to you on your trot back to your desk. He’s slightly offended that you blew him off to have lunch with Hoseok but a smile tugs at the corner of his lips nonetheless. Looks like he’d be making a phone call to Seokjin today. And who knows? Maybe this was his chance to finally get the cute guy from graphic design to agree to have lunch with him.

[calteahood]

Needy {Luke Hemmings}

Rating: M — Please be 18+ to read! Requested: Yes! "morning. sex. cal or lukey lazy roll around in bed kinda day 1st since the youngblood tour ended at the end petunia or duke jump on the bed!" Warnings: SMUT! Includes: mentions of daddy kink (not actually used though), unprotected sex, & slightly nasty morning sex. Word Count: 2.2k Author's Note: Hi guys! I loved this ask so much, so I hope you guys love it too. Morning!Luke packs a punch! I changed the ask a tiny bit, but it's basically still the same concept. I also tried to keep the sex soft, but of course, with me being me I made it a little nasty here and there. But it's okay, we all like nasty smut anyway. Enjoy you guys! xx

Masterlist

It wasn't the early morning light that woke you up. It wasn't the soft snores from the chunky dog in the corner of the room laying on her bed. It wasn't the vague sound of birds chirping outside your window. No, it wasn't anything of those. Instead, it was the light kisses pressed onto your shoulder through your t-shirt. It was the warmth against your back from the man laying behind you. And it was definitely the hardening length he was pressing into your ass, slowly grinding, on the search for friction.

Luke's left arm laid under your head while the right was making its way down your torso. The kisses traveled up to your neck, leaving a few pecks there before you felt him nibble on your ear. "Wake up, baby," he said quietly. The feeling of his lips brushing the shell of your ear went straight to your core. "Mmmh, I don't want to," you teased, pushing back against him. His hand made its way to your ass, gently massaging the soft flesh. If he was trying to wake you up he was failing; him rubbing your ass could put you back to sleep in seconds. "Baby!" His morning voice was so low, so soft. He turned you onto your back, despite your groaning. Honestly, some soft and slow fucking did sound pretty good. Good enough to actually wake up inside of sleep in on your day off. Really, it was the morning times when sex was the best anyway. When you two could be goofy together, laughing about the minor slip-ups in bed where you accidentally hiccup during one of his thrusts or he cracks a couple stupid jokes here and there. You loved having it hard and serious; you loved getting to call him "daddy" while he played roughly with you, using your body as his own personal fucktoy. That all sounded fucking amazing, but what sounded even better was being lazy together as he leisurely fucked into you. Morning sex was your favorite for a reason. It could still be absolutely filthy if you really wanted it to be, but most of the time you got to be blessed with cuddly Luke, who's still eager to please while nuzzling into your neck and lacing your fingers together. And that was your favorite thing in the world. You turned on your side, facing him and finally opening your eyes. You gazed into his own. Luke was already looking at you, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your exposed hip. His lips curled up into a heart-warming smile. God— anything that boy does could make smile right back at him. His happy grin was your own personal sunshine. "Good morning sleepy head," he giggled. He quickly kissed the tip of your nose, and you grunted as if it annoyed you, but he rolled his eyes and kept his smile. Truthfully, he knew anything he did could make you happy. Especially his little nose kisses. You could try to deny it all you wanted, but he knew very well that you were a sucker for all of his cute quirks. "Good morning Lu, what's the plan for today?" He thought for a moment before saying, "Honestly, I was hoping for a lazy day. I know you've had a busy week, and tomorrow I have to go into the studio. If we could just chill out, cuddle Petunia, and eat junk food that'd be the dream." You laughed, snuggling into his bare chest. "Of course baby, that sounds great to me." Your eyelids fluttered and you felt yourself dozing off again. Luke could tell you were almost asleep by the way you basically went limp in his arms. He couldn't let that happen; he was on a mission! Not only did he want to please you, but he also craved some attention himself. His cock was aching and he felt… soft. Needy and soft, wanting nothing more than to feel your velvet walls around him. Hell, you could just cockwarm and he'd be happy. He was just in the mood to be with you, in you, and he needed it now. Luke rolled you onto your back again, and you let him do his thing. Whatever it takes to get some sleep in this house, you think, with a lazy but knowing grin on your lips. He shifted to move on top of you. Your eyes were still shut as he leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your warm skin. When he got to the collar of your shirt he nipped at the skin beneath it through the fabric before moving down, and down, and down, until he pushed up the old tee you always use as pajamas to reveal your naked core. He pulled the shirt over you completely, throwing it off the bed. Luke was more than happy you didn't sleep in shorts or panties half the time because it made mornings like this so much easier for you two. He placed his broad body between your legs, using his hands to spread your thighs even more, causing you to groan. Despite closed eyes and a tired mind, you couldn't wait for what he was about to do. He watched your center as you were spread open, your pussy on full display for him. He couldn't help but lick his lips; the thought of you was already so sweet and delicious. He moved his thumb to your clit to rub slow, antagonizing circles. Now that had you gasping at both the surprise feeling and the immense pleasure. He smirked at this, knowing he always had you in the palm of his hand, even when he felt like having a soft morning. You jumped a bit when you felt his lips press a kiss onto your clit. His lips wrapped around your clit, giving gentle sucks and tugs, leaving you to grip at the sheets. You heard him tisk, then looked down to see him taking out his little bun, motioning for your hands to dive into his curls. Once you tangled your fingers in his golden locks he sent you a wink and went back to work, his tongue licking at your folds and a finger slipping in. "Fuck," you mumbled, followed by a satisfied hum. This made him add another finger, but he kept his pace slow, focusing on your g-spot while his tongue and lips played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Lu— please, I need you." Your voice was low, and he could tell you were in desperate need of more. "I'll give you more, princess, just cum like this first. Wanna taste you," he said quietly against your heat. Luckily for him, you were close to cumming already, that tingling sensation growing in your belly, ready to explode. You couldn't help it. The way he was making you feel in your soft, sleepy state; the way his lips and tongue felt against your clit… you didn't think you were being dramatic if you were to call this your own personal heaven. It was totally understandable. His grip tightened as he lapped harder at your pussy. "Fuck," you whimpered. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You tugged on his messy curls, pulling his face even closer to you. "Luke… fuck, I'm gonna— fuck!" As you came, he harshly sucked on your clit, slipping a third finger into your tight pussy. He felt you clench around him, your cum coating his fingers. As your breathing calmed down he pulled away with a lazy smirk, slowly crawling up to hover over you, his cock resting against your thigh. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a kiss. Your tongues slowly moved together and you moaned at the taste of yourself. As you kissed, he moved a hand down to grip the base of his cock, pumping himself a couple times, before running the head through your folds. You shuddered at the feeling, knowing you were so close to having his thick length inside of your tight walls. You loved the stretch, and it would be the perfect way to start the morning; having his long cock buried in your cunt. It sounded like a dream. His tip pushed into your pussy, causing you to pull away from his lips and moan. "Fuck," you groaned. Just the head of his cock could make you weak, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more. "Luke, please…" He chuckled, slowly giving you more of him. "Aww, poor baby. Needy for my cock this morning?" You bit at his shoulder. "As if," you scoffed, though it sounded whiney and, of course, needy. "You were the one who woke me up with your dick pressed into my ass." He laughed again, thrusting slowly. "Be nice princess." A gentle slap was delivered to the outside of your thigh before he sat up and hooked your legs around his waist. He started to build up a rhythm. It grew faster, but he wasn’t pushing in roughly. This morning was a soft session, though you knew tonight would be a complete 180. He leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek, then snuggled into your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin. You moaned as a particular thrust hit perfectly, and you began to feel that familiar feeling of release approach, starting in your lower tummy. Again and again and again, he continued his slow but determined attack on your pussy. Occasionally he would speed up his thrusts to surprise you, give you a new feeling, but you were in need of his unhurried, heavier thrusts more than anything. With the angle he was at, his pubic bone was rubbing into your clit with each thrust, pushing you further and further. You were just missing one more thing. You grabbed one of his hands, moving it up to your face. He immediately knew what you needed as you felt the smirk against your next. He darkly chuckled, getting a bit cocky as he knew very well the effect he will always have on you. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, then slipped it into your mouth for you to suck on as if it were really his cock. "God, you're so good to me," he groaned into your neck. All you could do was hum and moan around his thumb, the feeling of his body rubbing your clit and his cock slowly pounding away at your cunt leaving you in a state of bliss. He felt you clench around him, knowing he was getting you close to your finish. Keeping his thumb between your lips, he sat back up and began to drive quickly into your pussy. The position had his tip rubbing your g-spot with every movement in and out, making you loudly moan around his thumb. He bit his lip as he watched you unravel. Your pussy became wetter, covering his cock with your sweet release. An arm flew next to your head, allowing you to grab at the pillow for dear life as your orgasm had you shaking. Luke pulled his hand away from your supple lips and gripped your breasts, pumping himself into your tight walls a few more times before pulling out and angling his cock at your stomach. He came, his warm seed hitting the soft skin of your tummy. It was a bit filthy, being covered in his cum while he leaned over you, sweaty and breathing hard. But honestly, you wouldn't want it any other way. You two caught each other's eye, immediately smiling fondly at one another. You guys were lucky to get to wake up next to each other every day; you got to live your lives in such deep love with each other. Plus, you got to have mind-blowing sex, which is always an important bonus. "Let me clean you up, love," Luke mumbled, still smiling, as he got up and grabbed the box of tissues off the nightstand. He cleaned you up, for the most part, ready to prepare a shower for the two of you to officially start your day in. He laid back down next to you, breathing still a bit uneven after the morning session you just had. He pulled you into his chest, sighing. "Best way to wake up," he said, and of course it was followed with a giggle from each of you. Your fingers traced the hairs on his chest, nodding in agreement. "Couldn't agree more, my love." You snuggled into his chest, ready to doze off again, despite knowing you needed to get up and use the restroom. Luckily, you were forced awake by the bed suddenly dipping. You felt a weight on your legs as if a certain someone was trying to find a comfy spot to lay, before ultimately deciding to force you two apart so she could cuddle in between you. "Piggy!" Luke laughed at his girl, her tongue sticking out. He patted her on the tummy and kissed the wrinkles on her white, fuzzy forehead. "What if I wanted to go for round two?" Luke playfully asked her. You laughed at him, and the attention hog between you. "Yeah Petunia, what a cockblock," you chimed in. Luke extended his arms to wrap around Petunia's body, and you do the same, each silently agreeing on just a couple more minutes of rest before starting your day. Although, Petunia was already more than ready for a lazy day filled with cuddles, and you were just fine with that.

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I bet you guys forgot Petunia was in the corner. I imagine her having one of those giant Costco doggy beds, because a spoiled princess like herself deserves the best bed.

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An Old Flame...

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Kabu heard his Rotom phone beep, gesturing it over to see that old familiar message once again.

I'm in town right now. Are you busy?

He waved it away just as quickly, declining to answer. Just like last time. He looked at the boy curled up on his lap, sleeping so soundly, still burning with fever, and pet his two-toned hair. He was busy, and his old friend would never understand.

Kabu had invited Piers and his sister over to visit with Basil, though he'd be lying if it hadn't been in a desperate attempt to find a babysitter so he could head to the local battle cafe for a drink. Basil didn't seem to mind, and Piers agreed it would be good for Basil and Marnie to meet. They needed more friends their own age.

Kabu ordered his coffee, black, and sat down at a table in the corner, glancing at his phone every few minutes.

It would serve him right if the old man didn't show up now, he had blown him off so many times before...

His phone buzzed and he grabbed for it, excitedly, only to sigh when he saw it was just another of Raihan's selfies posted to the gym leader groupchat.

"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

Kabu jolted up out of his seat, cheeks burning as the snide voice startled him. "Oh! No I--" his words got caught in his throat as he stood face to face with his old friend.

"Kabu... You got old." Nanu's had wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled, giving him a sharp-toothed grin. "Well? Aren't you glad to see me?"

Although he was startled at first, he quickly regained his composure long enough to embrace him. "Nanu... You have wrinkles now." He laughed, and Nanu laughed with him. "I didn't think you were going to show up."

Nanu sat at the table with him, poking about with questions, trying to figure out why Kabu had been ghosting him without outright asking why.

Kabu dodged the questions with expert precision, Nanu might have been a skilled cop and an expert interrogator but Kabu had learned a few tricks of his own, deflecting with his own digging questions.

Neither man was able to get any information out of the other, so after a few minutes of failure, their talk turned to 'the good old days', and reminiscing on how things used to be.

"I've missed you, Kabu."

There was a raw honesty to the statement that crushed Kabu's heart. "I know." There was an unspoken admission of the same. "I had to... Focus on me. On being a gym leader. There was a lot going on."

"Yeah. Of course." Nanu looked away then, his red eyes flashing dangerously. "Very important stuff I'm sure."

"Stop that." Kabu could feel his own temper rising. "You don't have a clue what I was dealing with!"

"I know! You wouldn't tell me!"

Their voices had begun to raise, and it was drawing worried looks from the other patrons.

Kabu took a deep breath. "Can we not do this right now? Not here."

"Oh I'm sorry! I forgot I was embarrassing to be seen with!" Nanu snapped and got up, slamming his chair and storming out.

Kabu pinched the bridge of his nose a moment, trying to keep his own movements calm, taking another deep breath before following him into the street. "Nanu stop that! You're throwing a fit like a child! Grow up!"

"Stop stringing me along, Kabu. Just tell me you're not interested!"

Kabu flinched as Nanu turned on his heel to face him. He'd almost never seen Nanu this angry, and he felt guilty. This was his fault. He grabbed his friends wrist and tugged. "Not here." It wasn't a demand. It was a plea.

He kept hold of Nanu’s wrist as they walked, afraid if he let go for even a moment he would vanish like a memory, and Kabu would never get him back.  He pulled him along to a quiet spot in the Wild Area just outside of Motostoke, before finally letting him go.

“If you want to yell at me then go ahead and yell.”  Kabu said, keeping his voice even and reserved.  “I know I deserve it.  So go on.  Out with it.”

Nanu grabbed Kabu’s shoulders and the old man tensed, awaiting a barrage of insults and, if he was lucky, it would end at a black eye.  Back in the day the two of them could fight it out and be friends again in a matter of moments, but he was too old for that sort of thing now.

He was not expecting Nanu’s lips pressed against his, a passionate kiss that pulled him even closer.

Kabu pulled away immediately.  “N-Nanu!  Stop that!  It’s not... it’s not proper to...”  His voice trailed off as he watched Nanu’s confidence fall away.  “Nanu... I...”

“Why did you even agree to see me today, Kabu?”  His voice was heartbroken but his eyes, never breaking contact, were intense.  “Just to gloat?  To prove to me that you don’t want anything to do with me?”

Shaking his head wordlessly, Kabu sank to his knees.  “You wouldn’t understand.  I have too much going on right now.  You could never understand.”  He whispered, utterly defeated.  He was surprised when Nanu did the same, kneeling in front of him, intense as ever.

“You don’t know that.  Try me.”  His anger had slowly turned to concern, and he reached for Kabu’s hand.  “Please.”

Kabu squeezed back, and tried to explain what had happened the last time they had seen each other.  He had been young, and scared, and Nanu had moved too fast.  It wasn’t his fault.

“I did want to see you again.  But I was afraid.  Afraid that you were making a mistake.  I tortured myself over it every day.  But I couldn’t let myself fix my mistake, because I knew in my heart you deserved better.  And then there was an accident... And I took in an orphan.  I couldn’t handle the stress of that, and trying to be what you needed, and... time just got away from me.”  He told him about losing his friends all those years ago, and promising to take care of their son.  He told him everything, explained every scar, laid all of his feelings out bare for Nanu to see.

“That’s why... thats why I was avoiding you.  Because I’m an idiot.”  He gave Nanu a half smile at that.

Nanu was quiet for a while.  Kabu was right, it was a lot to take in.  But he understood.  He couldn’t blame him, Nanu had been feeling the same way all these years.

“I... I never moved on you know.  I couldn’t.  I waited for you.  There was never anyone else who struck me like you did.”

Kabu nodded.  “I know.  I’m sorry...”

“So what’s your excuse this time?”  He said suddenly.  “Too much responsibility as a gym leader?  Don’t want the paparazzi to find out?  Adopt another orphan?”  He sneered at that.

“Actually...”

Nanu paused a beat, then burst out laughing.  “You’re kidding?!”

“Stop laughing!”  Kabu’s face grew hot.  “I’m serious!  I know you heard about what happened with our beloved Chairman...”  He wrinkled his nose as he spoke.  “He left behind two boys.  Opal is taking care of the other.  They’re young, they need guidance.  I owe it to him to be there for him, and not be distracted.”

“He doesn’t even have to know.”

“I’m not letting you stay the night, Nanu, and that’s final.”

************

Basil gasped awake with a cry, swatting at the air and grabbing at his neck, fighting off someone that wasn’t there.  It was the 3rd time he’d had that dream this week, and he knew if he tried to go back to sleep, he’d just have it again.  He could still feel Oleana’s cold hands around his neck, and he gasped for air to no avail, trying to calm himself down.

He felt guilty, but he was scared.  He slipped on a pair of slippers and his robe and trudged down to Kabu’s room, every shadow making him jump. 

He shook the shoulder of the figure in the bed gently, and whispered his name.  The mass of blankets moved and let out a groan, and on the other side of the bed, Kabu jolted upright.  

“Fuck.  Basil?  Are you okay?”

Basil quickly pulled his hand away and gasped, as a stranger poked his head out from under the blankets.  “Mm?  What’s going on...?”  He said groggily.

“K-Kabu..?!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!”  He promised, voice still hoarse from sleep.  “He’s a friend.  He’s just uh.  Staying the night here so he doesn’t have to get a hotel room.  Come here, sweetheart, I’m sorry we scared you...”

Basil rushed to the other side of the bed and crawled up beside Kabu, shaking and clinging to him tightly.

“Did you have the dream again..?”  Kabu asked quietly, and kissed Basil’s forehead when he quickly nodded yes.  “I’m sorry.  You’re safe here, just breathe, everything will be okay.”  He soothed, gently stroking up and down Basil’s arm until he stopped shaking and was breathing evenly again.  Once Kabu was sure he was asleep, he laid back down on his side, still keeping an arm around his boy.

“Little old to be sleeping with daddy isn’t he-- OW!”

Kabu reached over and twisted one of Nanu’s nipples.

“Okay okay I’m sorry I’m sorry!”  He hissed, laughing a bit.  “Jeez, touchy subject.  I’m just saying, my pop would never have let me come sleep with him at that age he would have called me a pussy and told me to grow up--”

Kabu elbowed him.  “I am not my father, or your father.”

Nanu grinned.  “You like it when I call you Daddy though-- OW OW OKAY STOP!”

Kabu was not as amused.  “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out!”  He kept his voice at a whisper, but made sure his anger was clear.  “I want you out of my sight right now!  What if he had heard you?!”

“Oh come on!  I was just joking, and besides!  Where am I gonna go?”

“I don’t care just go.”

“The hotel isn’t making anymore reservations tonight I-- Kabu where are you going--”

Kabu sat up and scooped Basil in his arms, having some difficulty.  “Shh, shhh.... I’ve got you.  Come on, we’re gonna get you all tucked in,  Everything’s okay.”  He whispered and left the room, ignoring Nanu completely.

He trudged up the stairs and into Basil’s bedroom, letting out his Arcanine and Ninetails.  “Guard the door.  Nobody gets in or out until morning.”  

He closed the door and crawled into bed with Basil again, holding him close.  “It’s gonna be alright dear.  I’m here.  I won’t let anyone hurt you.”  He promised quietly, humming softly until Basil fell asleep again.

************

Basil laid awake in Kabu’s arms, thankful for the comfort but feeling guilt wash over him again and again.  He had heard everything.  Was Kabu’s friend right?  Maybe he was, maybe he was acting like a baby and he needed to grow up.  He felt tears stinging his eyes.  He was disappointing Kabu acting like this.  He would never let this happen again...

[raiders-r-us]

Punishment

Porter Gage X F!Sole

N.s.f.w. Requests: Spanking, First ‘I love you’, and Jackhammering

As collected as he kept himself most days, Porter Gage was not a patient man; so after a full week of the new Overboss running around the park doing the exact opposite of what he suggested and just in general being a huge brat, enough was enough. She had been in Nuka World for just over a month, and up until a week ago they had been inseparable; making her sudden behavior both confusing and all the more infuriating. He couldn’t lie, he had a soft spot for the little lady, and everytime he went to say something before today he would get tripped up in those eyes of hers; not this time.

‘No more Mr. Nice Gage,’ he thought, steeling himself as he heard the hum of the elevator.

The minute Sole stepped into The Fizztop she knew she had fucked up; she had never seen Gage look at her like that, and she was not having it. She had disappointed enough people already.

She barely got one foot back in the elevator before Gage cleared his throat, dark eyes locked on her retreating form. “We need to fuckin’ talk.”

“‘Bout what?” She slid her foot back into the Fizztop, standing up straight with a sheepish smile on her face, looking up at him through heavy lashes. Making the eyes had always gotten her out of trouble with him before.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, boss?” His chest heaved, and he forced the snarl to remain on his face. She was in for a rude awakening if she thought he was gonna let her walk all over him. “I’ve been working my ass off for years to make things work out here, and you’re running around doing the exact fuckin’ opposite of my plan like this is some kind of game to you,” he looks away from her, hands running through his hair with stress.

‘Unlike you, most of us don’t have a home to head back to if this shit goes south,’ he thought, but couldn’t bring himself to say.

She crossed her arms with a huff of indignation, feeling defensive from his harsh criticism. “I thought I was the Boss here, shouldn’t I do what I want?”

He stepped toward her, struggling to keep the reins on his temper. “And who made you the boss, huh?” He waited for her to answer, and when she didn’t, he leaned in closer to stare her directly in the eyes. “You can strut around and play big bad all you want, but you need to remember who’s really in charge here.”

She couldn’t help but feel thrilled by it all, leaning in closer so that her nose just barely brushed against his. “What are you gonna do, spank me?”

It was an invitation, and Gage new it. Since she arrived in Nuka World there had been almost constant sexual tension between the two of them. Figuring it was one sided, Gage hadn’t dared to make a move, but the bratty little smirk on her lips and the pure lust in her eyes made her intentions all too clear. He grabbed her by the small of her back and pulled her roughly against him, intoxicated by the sheer closeness.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he snarled, half walking-half dragging her toward the bed.

Sole couldn’t help biting her lip when he bent her over his knee and yanked her shorts down. She had wanted him since the moment she heard that gruff drawl of his over the loudspeaker, and she knew he felt the same. It was madness, trying for weeks to get her point across while he remained oblivious, like he thought it was all a joke.

He took his time, committing the sight of her bent bare-ass over his knee to memory. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but it felt right. He gave her cheek a firm squeeze before bringing his hand down for the first slap.

She squealed, half with delight and half with surprise; and she relished the sting as his hand came down on her again and again. Gage rubbed the red mark on her ass, admiring his handiwork. Somehow though, it didn’t feel like enough.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees,” he ordered, and she scrambled to obey as fast as she could, eager for more.

He followed, sinking a bit into the soft bedding as he knelt behind her. He slipped the belt from his waist, folding the tough strip of old leather over like a handle. She sank forward onto her elbows, lifting her hips and giving him a better view of her ass. Her fingernails dug into the sheets with anticipation.

He snapped the belt in his hands, sounding off a loud crack that had Sole quivering with desire. The corners of his mouth pulled into a satisfied grin the first time the leather bounced off of her ass, the ever reddening flesh jiggling ever so slightly with each strike.

SNAP

She moaned with delight

SNAP

He felt his cock harden as he watched her pussy practically dripping for him

SNAP

She cried out his name, wordlessly begging him to put the belt down and fuck her.

Gage tossed the belt carelessly to the floor before giving her ass one last good smack with his hand. He leaned over her, gently rubbing the tender reddened skin.

“What have we learned?” He whispered playfully into her ear.

She leaned her head back into his shoulder, doing her best to look him in the eye. “You’re the Boss,” she practically sang.

He pressed a kiss into her shoulder, giving her ass a light squeeze before moving to rub her lower back. “And you’re gonna to be a Good Girl from now on, right?” He drawled, smooth like honey.

“Only for- you!” She moaned when his calloused fingers found her clit, enveloping her in waves of pleasure.

He flipped her onto her back, slipping his fingers around the waistband of her shorts to pull them the rest of the way off; discarding them on the floor before moving onto her shirt.

He cupped her breasts through the thin material, quickly realizing that she hadn’t bothered with a bra that day. He grinned down at her, giving her pert nipples a little twist through the fabric. This earned him another soft moan, and she pushed her hips up desperately against him.

“Please, Gage,” she begged, eyes heavy lidded with list.

“How could I say no to that face,” he grinned down at her, slipping his thumb into her warm mouth before dragging it across her bottem lip.

He pulled his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor. His pants weren’t far behind, and soon Sole had a perfect view of his rock hard cock. She rolled up to him on the bed, her gaze fixed on the head, close enough he could feel her hot breath maddening against him.

“Can I suck it?”

He smirked, taking his cock in his hand and tracing her lips with the head, groaning softly when her tongue flicked out to tease him. She whined when he moved off of the bed.

“Lay on your back,” he guided her with a gentle tug to her shoulders. “Face me, tilt your head off the bed a little- yeah, perfect, just like that,” he growled with amused satisfaction when she held her mouth open for him, doe eyes locked on him expectantly.

He stroked her jaw lovingly as his cock slid into her waiting mouth, her lips wrapping around him. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

He took his time, fucking her mouth slowly as he played with her sensitive nipples, drawing a moan out around his cock. He took her hands, guiding them to her breasts.

“Here, play with yourself while I get to work.” His hands moved downward as he leaned over her, one supporting his weight on the bed, the other slipping between her legs to feel the warm wetness at her core.

She rolled her nipples between her fingertips while his thumb worked her clit, the vibrations from her moaning driving Gage to fuck her throat harder and harder. All at once it was suddenly too much and Sole tapped frantically at Gage’s thigh. He pulled out immediately and she gasped for breath, giving him a sheepish smile.

He smiled back at her before quickly climbing up onto the bed. He gave her body an appreciative look over as he gently slid her shoulders to the floor, keeping her hips raised.

“‘You okay with this, Boss?” He paused to ask, looking her in the eye with the unspoken promise that if she wasn’t into it, things would come to a full stop, no questions asked.

She nodded, looking up at him through her dangling legs with a playful smile. “Shut up and fuck me, Gage.”

That was all he needed.

His cock slid easily into her thoroughly wet pussy, and he shuddered pleasurably at the warmth; it had been a while since he fucked anyone, and definitely never someone like Sole. He held her hips up against him, savoring the feel of her body against his as he pounded into her nice and slow, giving her time to adjust.

“Harder!” She cried, and all bets were off.

Gage hammered into her at a punishing pace; he wondered if the obscene sounds of her pleasured screams and the slap of hips against hips could be heard from below. He hoped so. He wanted the whole park to know that The Overboss was his, and his alone. He had waited so long for this, never really thinking she could feel the same, but the way she looked up at him as he pounded her pussy into oblivion was nothing short of magic.

Her moans were sweeter than any music too his ears, and he just couldn’t stand it.

“I fucking love you!”

Time may as well have stopped. He had said it in the moment, but it was true wasn’t it? fuck GOD why did he say it? Here? Now?

“Gage?” Her voice was small beneath him, and he slid out of her, sitting back on the bed in utter disbelief. How could he be so stupid?

She crawled up beside him, carefully, as if she was worried he would run.

“Gage.” She brought a tender hand up to his stubbled cheek.

He wouldn’t look at her, couldn’t might be a better word. He had never been more mortified in his life and he did not want to face it.

She crawled into his lap, holding his face gently but firmly so he couldn’t look away from her. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded haggard and broken, there was no use holding back now.

“I love you too.” She whispered against his lips.

He was stunned for a second, pure shock and disbelief. The Boss, fucking Sole, with her beautiful eyes and old world charm, loved him. If it was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. Pushing his lips firmly against hers, he rolled them so that she was on her back with him on top of her. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she looked up at him like he was the only man in the whole world.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, sliding inside of her.

He fucked her gently at first, but soon the passion they felt was too much; she wrapped her legs around his waist and he picked up the pace, lifting her just slightly off the bed as he hit that perfect spot.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss as she approached her undoing. He leaned into the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers as she went over the edge, moaning into his mouth. That was it for him, her spasming walls drawing him to his end. He came deep inside her, relaxing his body weight onto her, feeling rather incapable of moving at the moment.

Sole’s arms wrapped lazily around his back and she kissed the top of his head. “I love you, Gage.”

“I love you too,” he whispered into her collarbone, before rolling to his side, his arms tightly around her.

She curled up against his chest, and before long the two of them were fast asleep; sleeping soundly for the first time in far too long.

[forlornmelody]

Traitor, Martyr, Spy Chapter 7: Home Sweet Home

Rating: Explicit (some chapters have smut)

Ship: Miranda Lawson x Femshep

AO3 Link: Here

Summary: The horror of Sanctuary behind them, Miranda’s ready to enjoy some peace and quiet with Artemis Shepard on her shore leave. But nothing is so simple, is it? 

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“You alright?” Miranda knows the answer before Artemis opens her mouth, but she needs to hear her talk about it. 

Artemis herself paces back and forth out of the field of view. The dark, nondescript background doesn’t say much about where she’s at, but the spaciousness of it suggests her spectre office. Ah. That’s it. “Hackett grounded me.”

Miranda raises an eyebrow. “Are you in trouble?”

“No,” Artemis spits. “But they ordered the Normandy into dry dock, and Joker won’t fly his baby out until she gets serviced.”

“You want to go after Kai Leng.”

Screeching to a halt, Artemis gapes at her. “Of course, I do. You know what he’s capable of. And we finally have his location.” She pulls at her hair. “And I can’t do anything about it.”

How badly Miranda emphasizes with her. She wouldn’t have waited to go after her sister. Miranda didn’t wait to go after her sister. “You have the location of Cerberus Headquarters.” But that’s not what Shepard needs to hear. “The Illusive Man isn’t like the Shadowbroker. He doesn’t move around.”

Artemis’s lips curl ever so slightly, but she says nothing. Instead she sighs heavily. “All that to say. If you have time,” she scratches the back of her head, glancing away from the camera. “I got some too.”

Miranda leans forward, smirking. “Are you asking me out?”

Her lover furrows her brow. “Have we ever gone on an actual date?

Shit. She’s right. 

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“Fix me something while you’re back there, would you?”

“Drinking in is not the same as going out, Miri.” Artemis ducks behind the bar anyway, rummaging around.

“Forgive me for wanting a moment with you. Alone.” Maybe she said that last part too strongly, for Shepard’s head pops around the bar, staring at her.

Their eyes meet, and Artemis scoots back into hiding. “I missed you too, Miri. Cocktails coming right up.”

“You don’t drink.”

“One mocktail and one cocktail coming right up.”

Miranda laughs out loud. “It sounds so filthy when you say it like that.”

“Thought you liked to get dirty.” She pops up, with two tumblers in hand. 

“Only when you’re involved.”

Popping some bottles and cans on the counter, Artemis snickers. “Aww, I’m touched.” She stands up, mixing the drinks with surprising finesse. How many cocktails did she make and drink before she went sober? “So, what brings you over?”

“You invited me.”

“Oh! Right. You’re the one who called.”

Miranda clears her throat. “I heard some strange things in the news. And then you weren’t responding to coms for nearly a day. Something about a clone?”

Part of Artemis’s drink spills on the counter as she jolts. “That was on the news?”

“They had a field day. You alright?”

“Did you know about it?”

“I didn’t know what to make of the reports. You sounded like you had lost your mind.”

Miranda barely hears Artemis when she answers. “I mean about the clone.” Her eyes watch her closely as she continues. “She was a Cerberus project, wasn’t she?”

“It--she was a backup plan. In case I failed to bring you back.” Miranda rolls her eyes. “Which I knew wasn’t going to happen.”

Artemis stares at her glass. “But she was a whole person. And Cerberus just made her out of thin air.”

“We made her from your tissue. We’re not gods. Despite what the Illusive Man thinks.”

“Mm.” Artemis takes her drink with her, leaning against the floor to ceiling windows.

Miranda follows, sipping her own Old Fashioned. And then she sees the view. “Aww. They shut down my favorite sushi place.” They talk about Brooks, the exploding fish tank--sipping their drinks as the traffic flies by. 

“How do I know you’re not a clone?”

Artemis smirks slowly, pulling her into a kiss full of heated promises. Who knows when they’ll see each other again? This whole night feels like a fever dream. Any moment they could wake up alone. Miranda means to make the most of it.

“A compelling argument.” Miranda matches her expression, eyeing her up and down. “But I’m not completely convinced.”

“Are we…?” Artemis sputters, but her eyes darken with want. 

“Are we what, Artemis?”

She swallows and starts to look away as Miranda draws her attention back with her finger. “Is this...a scene?” A gulp. “A roleplaying scene?”

“Do you want a roleplaying scene?”

“Heh.” Artemis’s gaze falls on her lips, and then rises to her eyes. “Sounds fun. Are you gonna…?” She makes a face. “Gonna dominate me? Again?” 

Miranda cups her cheek. “Do you want me to dominate you?”

Artemis’s cheeks color ever so slightly, and she nods. “Yes,” she says thickly. 

“Dim the lights.” Miranda releases Artemis, trailing a hand down her chest. “In fact. Turn them off.”

“You catch that, Glyph?”

A floating ball of light floats toward them. “Right away, Commander.”

Miranda makes a face. “How long has it been watching us?”

Glyph turns its ocular lens toward her. “Not long, Operative Lawson. The Commander activated privacy mode before you walked in.”

“So, you’ll erase any information recorded for the duration of this visit?”

“Yes, Miss Lawson.”

“Good. Go back to sleep.” The VI dissipates in pixels of energy. In the now dimmed light, Miranda can only see her lover through the pink haze of the Silversun Strip. And not a soul can see them. Miranda leans her back against the glass, turning her gaze towards Artemis. “Now why don’t you continue with your reasoning.”

“Always the skeptic.” Artemis’s olive skin flares like hot coals in the filtered light. She starts at Miranda’s mouth, taking her time tasting her, before trailing her lips down her chin to where it meets her neck. Mm--she remembers that spot. Oh--and that other one where her neck met her shoulder. Why had Miranda avoided relationships for so long? 

Miranda’s hand winds into her hair, pulling pin after pin out as Artemis makes her way down to her chest. Her hair finally comes free as her lips close around Miranda’s nipple. “Mm. Artemis.” Two eyes spark with mirth as she glances back up at her. Artemis lingers there, freeing her other breast so she can cup it with her hand. Neither satisfies her lover for long, and Miranda licks her lips as she watches her trail her kisses down to her belly button. She tries to stay in character, but Artemis doesn’t make it easy, her silver tongue outlining her argument across the carved lines of her abdomen, touching her nose just above where Miranda yearns for her to touch. 

“Mm.” Miranda then swears under her breath, and Artemis grins against her, licking her lips before giving one wet kiss against her thigh. 

“Still skeptical, love?” Artemis’s eyes glow with mirth. 

“Mmhm.” She knows words. Lots of words. However, the only one coming to mind in this moment is fuck. But Miranda wants to draw this out. Tease Artemis while she teases her. But she’s making it so bloody difficult. 

Artemis makes a point of sighing dramatically, letting her warm breath ghost between her thighs. “Fine, fine.” And she kisses her pussy again. 

Bugger it all--why don’t these windows have grills? Or anything Miranda could hold onto? Her legs shake, and Miranda’s half-convinced they’ll pool into a puddle on the floor if Artemis isn’t more careful. “Oh god.”

“Shh. I got you.” Miranda swears to any deity who might possibly exist, Artemis bloody well holds her up with one arm, flexed and pressed against her stomach. If Miranda Lawson wasn’t a sodden mess before, she certainly is now. Bloody show off. Artemis uses her free hand to slip a finger or two inside her, and Miranda practically screams. Hopefully this apartment is more soundproof than the SR2’s cabin. 

Artemis finally allows her to sink to the floor, and they cuddle together against the glass. “Convinced now?” She laughs, brushing the sweaty strands from Miranda’s face. 

“Never doubted you.” Miranda takes her chin with one finger, pulling her into a breathless kiss. She can still taste herself on Artemis’s lips, and it stirs her loins anew. “Mm.”

“Even when we were enemies?” Artemis asks when she pulls back for air. 

“Especially not then. I only doubted you’d keep from turning us in.”

“I would have if I could have, but I’m glad I didn’t.” Artemis pulls her into another kiss, and Miranda can taste her hunger. She’s hungry too, but she’s not going to take her on the living room floor--not in this lavish apartment. 

But Artemis is ravenous, with the pull of Jupiter in her touch. “Mm,” Miranda manages as her lover nibbles on her ear. “Artemis….”

“Yeah?” Artemis brushes her fingers against the inside of Miranda’s thigh, and they both shiver. 

Another moan slips out of Miranda’s mouth as she manages to tear her hands away. “Not here,” she says with her voice full of gravel.

Artemis pouts. “Fine, fine.” She rises from the floor as slow as a mountain, but she brings Miranda with her. “Where?”

“Have you even used any of your beds here?”

“They’re not my beds.” Artemis sobers, staring off into the kitchen. “They’re Anderson’s.” Perhaps sex against the living room windows wasn’t entirely Miranda’s idea after all. 

He’s not coming back, Artemis, Miranda wants to say. She’s seen the reports of Earth. Concentration camps, indoctrinated governments, wholesale destruction of age-old cities--no one fighting back will live long, especially not long enough to return to a Citadel apartment. “They’re beautiful beds. He wouldn’t want them gathering dust.” 

“A cleaning drone comes in once a week, but I get what you mean.” Artemis sighs, trailing her fingers along the piano keys, playing a scale without rhythm or direction. 

Miranda joins her, wearing nothing but her bra, and she decides to put it to use--letting the lace brush up against her lover’s back. Her nose grazes the ridge of one of her ears. “Guest bed?” Baby steps. 

Artemis closes her eyes, taking one breath and letting it out as she nods. “Alright.”

Taking her hand, Miranda leads her to the bed next to the shower.

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“How do you feel about bondage?” Miranda leans over Artemis, clasping each of her hands in her own. She straddles her, too, but only enough to let their bodies heat the air between them. 

Artemis grimaces. “I’m not really a fan.”

Miranda suspects Artemis’s feelings go deeper than distaste, but she doesn’t press the issue. She’d much rather press other buttons. “Sensory deprivation?” Her breath ghosts over Artemis’s mouth, and her lover’s lips part in anticipation. 

“Like a blindfold?” Artemis gazes up at her so softly and openly--not a view most people see. Perhaps it’s something she only shares with Miranda. Her heart aches at the thought--along with her loins.

“That’s one form, yes.” She turns her head, whispering into Artemis’s ear. “Would you like to try a blindfold?”

“Yeah.” Artemis swallows, but she doesn’t tense, not even when Miranda leaves the bed to procure a silk scarf. She saw some very nice silk ties but decided against it. Her lover would not appreciate seeing any of Anderson’s belongings in bed. 

“Close your eyes.” Miranda straddles her, tying the scarf around her head, but not too tightly. “How’s that feel?” she whispers into her ears. 

Artemis shifts beneath Miranda, her head turning each way as Miranda moves her hands up and down the sheets on either side. “Weird. But good. I think.” Goosebumps crest across her skin, and Miranda draws her biotics across them, from Artemis’s collarbone down to her hips, never quite reaching between her legs. “Mm,” her lover says, squirming a little. “Tickles.”

“In a good way?” Miranda whispers into her ear, letting her breath ghost across her skin. 

“Y-yeah.” Artemis parts her legs, but Miranda doesn’t take the bait, not yet. She does travel down her body, breathing in the scent of her arousal.

“So wet already, and I haven’t even touched you.” 

“Cheater,” Artemis mumbles. 

Miranda sits up, and Artemis reaches for her. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then hold still.” Miranda soothes her hands, drawing them above her head, licking her lips at the way it stretches her abdomen. Unable to help herself, she traces her tongue across those muscles, reveling in the way Artemis twitches and moans. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, letting her fingers and wisps of her biotics travel down her thighs. 

“Miri.” Artemis gasps, her hips lifting Miranda with her. 

“So strong. And stubborn.” Miri pushes her back down, pushing her thighs farther apart. Mm. This angle won’t do for how long she’s going to be down here, so she shoves a pillow beneath Artemis’s firm ass, squeezing it for good measure before she lets her settle down. Blowing a puff of air against her inner thigh, Miranda pulls back. 

Artemis groans, but she holds still, mostly. 

“Patience,” Miranda murmurs, kissing the inside of her ankle, then her calf. Artemis’s pulse quickens as her mouth nears her core, and the heat between them rises. She pauses at her lover’s knee, sending biotic vibrations up her skin ahead of her mouth. By the time her lips meet the spot between her legs, Artemis’s breath has gone ragged, and her underwear is soaked. Pulling it out of the way, Miranda kisses her again, harder deeper, tracing her entrance with blue sparked fingers. 

“Oh, fuck, Miri,” Artemis whimpers and begs. “I can’t.” One of her hands twists inside Miranda’s hair, and she looks up to see the other gripping the headboard for dear life. 

“Yes, you can,” Miranda murmurs against her clit, kissing and sucking as her lover writhes beneath her. “Are you close, Ari?” She can already tell by the words slipping out of her mouth, but Miranda wants to hear her say it.

“Miri,” Ari’s fingers dig into her scalp, “yes,” she manages as her hips thrust into her touch. “So close.”

Miri lies beside her so she can watch her face, and she whispers against her ear. “Then come for me, Ari.” She twists her fingers, pulling on Ari’s clit with her biotics, and her lover’s whole-body arches toward the ceiling. When the orgasm fades, Miri dims the lights, and undoes the blindfold softy, bringing her back slowly. 

“Damn,” she gasps softly, staring across the room as her breathing slows. 

“That good, was it?”

Artemis swallows several times, looking over at her finally, her skin flushed. “I had no idea.” Her fingers touch Miranda’s face, before drawing her into a kiss, grinning as she tastes herself on her lips. “What you were capable of.”

“Few do.”

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Artemis stares at the displays of cabinetry, saying nothing. It’s not until Miranda taps her shoulder that she realizes her girlfriend is glaring at the varnish. 

“Ari?” Miranda lays a hand on her shoulder. 

Shaking her off, Artemis pulls back. “I can’t do this.” She heads toward the kitchen.

“Artemis, wait.” 

“Miranda. This isn’t negotiable. Just leave it alone.” Artemis plops down on the kitchen island, holding a glass full of sparkling water. Her eyes distantly watch the bubbles pop.

Sighing, Miranda stops in her tracks, eyeing the stack of datapads next to the Normandy display. So much for making the apartment their own. It shouldn’t bother her so much. She’s never been much for interior decorating. But now Miranda has someone to decorate with, and it makes all the difference. Can’t Artemis see that? If Miranda helped jumpstart the process, maybe she would? Leaning over the table, Miranda reaches for an empty box, and the nearby rustle makes her heart sink.

The pile of datapads scatter off the desk, and Admiral David Anderson’s voice echoes throughout the apartment at full volume. 

“.... Few people know what Shepard's been through.” 

Artemis freezes, her eyes wide.  

“I'd like to think I come pretty close. And I worry sometimes she forgets there's a whole bunch of people who lose sleep over her getting back home. Maybe it doesn't need to be said. Maybe--”

“Turn it off.” 

“It fell on the floor.” Miranda says lamely.

Artemis slams her glass down, swerving off the counter and out of the kitchen. She kneels on the floor as all the datapads start playing Anderson’s voice all at once. Her arms shake as she tries to silence them one by one, but the stack keeps sliding out of her hands. Throwing one across the room, Artemis covers her ears, and her breath shakes. “Please turn it off.”

“Later.” Miranda touches her gently. “Let’s get you upstairs, away from the noise.”

Artemis jumps slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. “But--”

“Shh.” Miranda wraps an arm around her shoulders, guiding her to the room they slept in earlier--away from the master bedroom. She helps Artemis out of her clothes, and under the covers, jacking up the climate control so they can lie under all the blankets. “They’ll still be there in an hour.”

Her lover says nothing, only resting her head against Miranda’s chest. Tears drop one by one on her skin, but Miranda doesn’t say a word, just runs her fingers through Artemis’s hair until her breathing slows and her body stills. She’s almost asleep when Artemis finally breaks her silence.

“He was the one that found me after the Raids.”

Miranda frowns. “On Mindoir.”

“Yeah.” She burrows her head against Miranda’s collarbone. “He’s not coming back, is he.”

“There’s always a chance.”

“He’s on Earth, Miri. In the thick of it.” A sob escapes her mouth and her body shakes with the impact. “There’s no chance.”

Squeezing her tight, Miranda answers. “We never hand a chance, but we’re still here, aren’t we?”

Ari breathes in and out, mulling it over, or maybe remembering how she did everything short of mutiny on the SR2 when they first met. “Y-yeah,” she says thickly.

Miri takes a breath and lets it out in a sigh. “And you know what? If Anderson hates the new cabinet color, we can always change it back.”

Artemis snorts. “Fine.” Not that Miranda disagrees about Anderson. But if Commander Artemis Shepard loses faith, so does everyone fighting behind her, and Miranda’s fought so hard to get where she is now. She can deal with the bloody consequences of her lie later. 

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“You sure you want to go out?” Artemis lingers by the counter, leaning over it and bracing herself on her elbows. 

“Ari. I did not buy this dress just to stay home.” They had finally finished refurnishing the place and making it their own, and it was nice, but good God, Miranda needed to see something besides that backsplash behind the waterfall before she changed her mind about the color again.  

“To be fair--the last time I went out all fancy I destroyed your favorite sushi place, and someone died.”

“Wasn’t Elijah Kahn dirty?” Miranda also braces her elbows on the counter, her face inches away from Artemis’s.

Artemis doesn’t even bother to hide looking down at the windows in the front of her dress. Her next words come out warm and husky. “He’s still dead.”

Miranda runs her fingers down her lover’s forearm. “Like the dress? If you want to keep seeing me in it, you better take me out somewhere nice.”

Grinning roguishly, Artemis whispers. “Not like you’re going to be in that dress for long.”

“I didn’t even bring anything else to wear!” Miranda groans as Artemis starts pulling frying pans out of the cupboards. An apron goes flying towards her face. 

“Wear that.”

Miranda holds out the apron in front of her like it’s been soaked in varren pee. “I don’t cook.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Artemis decides to help her with it, sliding it over her neck and tying it behind her back. She steps back, admiring her handiwork. “Damn. You look good in that.”

“Do you even know how to cook?”

“I know a few things.” Artemis turns away, pulling out pans and butter and various ingredients Miranda did not even realize Anderson had stocked in this kitchen. No. It’s been too long. Miranda’s girlfriend must have done it herself. When did she have time for grocery shopping? She tosses a dash of salt into the water to make it boil faster and gets to work opening a box of dry pasta. 

“Could we at least go out for drinks after?”

Artemis stares at her, hearing the sharpness in her tone. “Miri?”

Miranda rubs her face, leaning heavily against the counter. “Sue me if I want to go out on a normal date with my girlfriend.” She’s probably making too big a deal of this, and Ari’s sure to notice. Why did she have to make such a scene?

Her lover says nothing, turning off the stove and settling next to her, squeezing her hand. “Did you have a place in mind?” She’s biting her lip, studying Miranda closely, her voice soft and quiet. Miranda almost has to lean closer to hear it. 

“I hear the bar at the Silversun Casino has excellent drinks.”

“Do they have soda?” Ari traces the seams of Miranda’s dress with her finger.

“If they don’t I’m burning the place down.”

Artemis has to muffle her laughter into Miranda’s shoulder after that.

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Long after James Vega has made eggs, and Kaidan Alenko has made coffee, and Artemis and Wrex have fished Grunt out of the shower, and everyone has filed out of the apartment to pack their bags, Miranda lingers. She borrows the downstairs shower (it’s seemingly seen the least amount of action during that raging party), cleaning up with what she hopes is Ari’s shampoo. Miranda wouldn’t feel quite right using Kahlee Sanders’s stuff with everything going on. 

With a pang, Miranda realizes she forgot to check on Ari after the party got going. She seemed...alright? Was she just faking it for her guests? Miranda hurries, probably missing some of the conditioner at the end, but it can’t be helped. Some things are more important than having perfect hair. 

Wrapping a towel around her, Miranda finds Ari sitting by the window, a stack of datapads next to her, turned off. 

“Want to talk about it?” Miranda sits next to her, handing her the mug of coffee that she had originally prepared for herself. 

Artemis says it so quietly Miranda almost doesn’t hear her. “I listened to them. All of them.”

“Oh,” Miranda says softly. “Are you alright?”

Her lover’s face brightens like the sun. “Better.” She reaches over, hand still warm from holding the mug. “Whatever happens. I’m ready.”

“Me too.” Miranda kisses her, ignoring the nagging feeling. Surely this shore leave is just the dream. Only a matter of time before the nightmare follows. 

[chuffyfan87]

Hiding. Part 83a (NSFW)

Cowritten with @disastrousintention.

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It had been a funny old week but it was suddenly the day of the combined Halloween and housewarming party and the children were excited to be having a party! The twins couldn’t stop squealing and giggling. The decorating of the house was in full swing. Charlie was watching Duffy from afar, practically perving on her backside as he held Paul in his arms.

Duffy was fully aware that her husband's gaze was firmly on her, however much he tried to pretended to be otherwise occupied. As such she made a point of slowly bending from the waist to pick things up from the floor, her back towards him, rather than crouching down.

He stepped closer to her. Distracted by her, once again.

"We'll never get this house decorated in time if you just stand around gawping." She giggled without turning around.

“I’m simply admiring the very attractive view in my eye line.” He answered back.

"Wait til you see my costume." She teased, wiggling her bottom as she stood up.

“Ooh, am I going to be in a bit of a mess?” He asked, rubbing Paul’s back.

"Well I definitely think you'll appreciate it." She smirked.

“Do I get to show you how much I appreciate it later on?”

"I'd be very disappointed if you didn't."

“I’ll make sure to pleasure you every which way in it, later.”

"I look forward to it." She lent forward and gave him a quick kiss before going back to decorating.

He sighed contently and went back trying to decorate, trying to ignore the feelings he had inside.

Peter finally came down from his room to help his parents with getting ready for the party. He was trying not to get too anxious. For the last few weeks he and Sarah had been on a break to see if they still wanted to be together. He'd invited her to tonight's party in the hopes of rekindling their relationship as he really missed her.

“You ok?” Charlie asked Peter, as he noticed one of the signs that he was anxious.

"Sarah hasn't replied to say if she's coming tonight." Peter replied sullenly.

“You’re still on a break?” He asked sadly.

Peter nodded, a big sigh the only audible reply he gave.

“You really miss her, don’t you?”

"Yeh. You probably think that's silly don't you?"

“No I don’t.”

"The lads at college think it is."

“The lads at college don’t know what love is.”

"They say there's plenty of other pretty girls, that I should just get over her."

“You don’t ever forget your first love, Peter.”

"Hmm." Peter mumbled before going back to preparing for the party.

He sighed, Sarah was a lovely girl but it seemed they’d simply grown apart.

The twins came running through the hallway pretending to turn each other into frogs with their magic wands.

“Ah!” Charlie squealed. “There’s frogs in the hallway!!”

"They're not real, you're so silly daddy!" Tilly giggled.

“The frogs aren’t real?”

Hearing his sisters talking Oli started bouncing up and down pretending to be a frog.

"I swear some days this house is like living in a zoo!" Duffy chuckled.

“Definitely, I agree with you babe.” Charlie called back.

About half an hour later the house was decorated and the grown ups were finally able to get changed into their costumes for the party.

Charlie’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he discovered Duffy’s outfit for the party!

Like her daughters Duffy had chosen a witch's costume for the party but hers had more of an adult spin. The loose pleated layers that hung from the empire waist to just above her knees nicely hid the fact that she still carried some remaining extra baby weight whilst drawing attention to her larger bust and shapely legs that were encased in stockings and stilettos.

She was gorgeous! That extra baby weight Charlie loved and couldn’t get enough of, never mind her breasts. “You look fantastic!” He whispered in her ear.

"I thought you'd like it." She giggled. "Is that really what you're going to wear?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow as she took in his attire.

“Yes, do you have anything else I should wear?” He asked.

"I've made an effort..!" She pouted.

“I have made an effort. And please don’t pout whilst you’re dressed like that.”

"I don't know what you mean..." She pushed her bottom lip out further as she leant against the doorframe that led through to the bathroom.

“Duffy,” He groaned as he began to harden.

"Yes..?"

“You’re getting me really hard.” He stepped towards her and ran his hand under her dress, his fingertips brushing against her knickers.

Her reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing as the first of their guests arrived.

He groaned. “I’ll be down in five, I need to get rid of this.” He pointed to his crotch.

An hour later the party was in full swing, music playing, drinks flowing and laughter ringing out. The children were having just as much fun as the adults.

Some of the staff from the hospital were arriving later after they'd finished their shifts. Duffy was unimpressed to see that Maggie was amongst the group.

Charlie’s hand stroked Duffy’s lower back and he kissed her earlobe. “I say, when the kids are asleep, we’ll sneak off for ten minutes.”

"I like the sound of that." She murmured, purposefully leaning into Charlie as she gave Maggie a filthy look.

His hand went under her dress, “Or maybe I should fuck you somewhere Maggie can hear us?” He whispered, his fingertips stroking the top of her knickers.

"You are a bad, bad man..!" Duffy purred, her eyes full of lustful fire.

“Leave it with me.” He kissed her earlobe.

"Just give me the signal." She giggled before heading off to mingle amongst their friends.

True to his word, once the kids were asleep, especially the younger ones, Charlie gave Duffy the eye and pulled her into the downstairs bathroom.

She giggled as she locked the door behind them. "If my mother gets wind of this you're a dead man, you do realise that?"

“I’ll take my chances.”

"Last I saw she was chatting to Josh. Hopefully he'll keep her occupied."

“Your mum is aware of how babies are made right?” He smirked, “Or are you talking about me fucking you in the downstairs bathroom?”

"Oh trust me if you fucking me in this bathroom leads to a baby being made my mum really will string you up!"

“Probably by my balls.” His hand slipped into her knickers.

"That's if she doesn't chop them off first!"

Charlie groaned painfully. “Ouch!” His fingertips stroked over her. “You’re wet.”

"You weren't the only one who got excited earlier."

“I could tell by the fire in your eyes.” He removed his fingers and sucked them before sliding her knickers off.

Duffy wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer, her right foot resting on the toilet seat as she lent back against the wall.

He inserted two fingers into her and moaned against her neck.

She bit her bottom lip to stifle her moan.

His fingers began to move inside of her, his other hand freeing her breasts from her dress.

Her nipples hardened instantly as his fingertips brushed across them.

“You’ve got a perfect set of tits.” He whispered as his fingertips continued to brush against her nipples.

She smiled shyly, blushing.

His fingers probed deeper, just as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and licked it.

"Fuck!" She moaned.

“Oh fuck!” He sucked her nipple slightly before paying attention to the other one.

She moved her hands to pull at the waistband of his trousers.

He removed his fingers from her and held her gaze as he sucked his fingers.

Freeing his cock she licked her lips as she ran her fingernails along it.

“God...” He groaned loudly feeling her hand. “Fucking hell, babe.”

"Fuck me now!" She demanded, smirking.

“I don’t need telling twice.” He guided himself into her and thrusted into her, hard.

"Charlie!" She gasped.

“Holy shit!” He gasped, feeling her clench around him.

She tried desperately to think sensibly but it was proving hard. "Charlie... We need to... Oh fuck!"

“Need to what?” He asked, his thrusts hard and deep.

"Be careful." She gasped.

“I won’t fill you.” He groaned, his hand grabbed her breast. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

"Not on my dress!"

“Baby!” He moaned again.

She cut off his moans with a passionate kiss.

He sucked on her tongue.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she neared her peak.

He purposely slowed down as he felt her near her peak.

"Fuck! Charlie!" She moaned.

“Baby.” He groaned, kissing her earlobe.

She buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her moans as she came.

Feeling her tremble, he continued to thrust inside of her. Slowly and teasingly, he wanted her to come again.

She scratched her nails across his skin as she clenched around him.

“Your pussy feels so good when it clenches around my cock.” He whispered, kissing her earlobe.

"You're a naughty boy!" She gasped.

“Why? Because I like watching you come?”

"Just make sure you don't!"

“I won’t.” He moaned, “Does it make you wet knowing people could hear us fucking?”

"Yes! Oh yes!"

“I can feel just how wet it makes you.”

Suddenly there was a bang on the door.

“Ssh,” Charlie whispered, his thrusts increasing.

Duffy couldn't help letting out a moan that was swiftly muffled by Charlie's hand.

His thrusts continued to increase in depth.

She licked his hand that was across her mouth.

He whispered in her ear, “Moan for me.” He moved his hand away from her mouth slightly.

She did as he demanded as the knocking became louder and more insistent.

“I’m trying to have a poo in here.” Charlie called, “Come back in five.” He told the person knocking on the other side of the door.

"Charlie!" She hissed, giggling.

“It’s distracting.” He giggled softly himself, maintaining his speed and depth of his thrusts. He was adamant on bringing her to a second climax.

She would have said more but he quickly had her distracted once more. Damn him!

One hand moved down her front and began to rub her clit.

His actions quickly elicited the desired effect.

He pulled out of her quickly, “I’m gonna come.”

She attempted to move quickly to her knees but was only partially successful.

Charlie ended up coming over her breasts. By some sort of miracle, not a drop landed on her dress.

"You did that on purpose!" She scolded him playfully.