#one piece cilt 3

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- he’s coming of as so much of a jerk, but come on, he’s nice, but he’s not oblivious, and no one’s a saint. Also, I’ve been writing this chapter for 3 weeks now and it’s still not that great.) (Chapter Summary- Keanu surprises Y/n. Later, her parents make an unexpected return, and they’ve brought along unexpected guests.)

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Warnings- SUMT/NSFW, semi-public sex (sort of)

Chapter 9

After a morning's worth of chairing back to back board meetings, in the absence of her father, Y/n was finally heading back to her office, tablet in hand and designer handbag hung in the crook of her elbow. The pristine white of her fitted skirt suit stood out bright against the dark back and grey décor of the building. Her heels clicked softly on the porcelain tiles, complimenting the tip tap of keys of the secretary’s computer. 

“Miss Warren!” Emily caught her before she entered her office, standing abruptly, clearing her throat, “I mean, Y/n.” Stopping in her tracks, Y/n turned on the thin heel of her shoes, humming in response. Emily swiped up a post-it stuck to the rounded counter, scanning it to make sure she had things right, “You have a meeting in conference room 19, it’s urgent, he’s waiting.”

“He?” Y/n quoted; despite her best efforts, she couldn’t recall having a meeting with anyone slated for that time, “I didn’t.......how long has he been here?” Worry built in her chest, hoping it hadn’t been long.

Emily glanced at the clock, “Since eleven,” she cringed; it was twelve thirty.

“Fuck,” Y/n breath, mumbling a quick thanks and hurrying back towards the elevators. Briefly, Y/n wondered if it was actually her father who had set up a meeting without telling her, though, as she tapped the toe of her shoe on the way down, she decided that it didn’t really matter, because if he found out that she’d kept someone waiting for that long, he’d be livid. 

Sucking in a breath as the doors opened to a hallway two floors down, Y/n all but ran to the conference room labelled ‘19′ in elegant silver numbers on rich mahogany. When she got there, the door was closed and the long window facing the corridor was tinted in an opaque white, signaling that the privacy setting had been enabled. 

Taking a minute to catch her breath, she smoothened her hair and skirt before turning the knob and slowly walking in. Though, just as she did, Y/n realized that she had completely forgotten to ask for her guest’s name. Fortunately, she was just about to find out that she wouldn’t even need to ask, for when she raised her head to greet him, she was left speechless by who sat at the table, chair turned facing the doorway. His hair was attractively wind blown and he sat like he owned the whole damn room, sunglasses discarded on the tinted glass table next to him. A well-fitting leather jacket hugged his biceps and between the worn jeans and the familiar brown boots, Y/n already knew that he wasn’t there for any sort of business meeting.

Grinning and amused at her surprise, Keanu folded his arms, eyes unashamedly roaming her body, biting his lips at how everything seemed tight in the right places; she certainly looked like the makings of a dirty movie. Licking his lips, Keanu leaned further into his seat, crossing one ankle over his knee, “Surprised?” He teased, “I can’t say I wasn’t expecting you to be.”

Y/n scoffed, the reddish tint of her make-up only exaggerating the heat in her cheeks. Still, she tried to play it cool, “I thought you were in New York.”

“Well now I’m here,” Keanu declared, standing, the chair rolling back a little as he approached her. After Y/n set her things down the table, she folded her arms, awaiting a more substantial reason for his visit to Los Angeles and by extension, her workplace. Keanu, however, didn’t wait for an invitation to put his hands on her hips, enjoying that he was still able to tower over her even while she wore heels. “Last night was very......unsatisfying.”

Y/n tilted her head to the side, widening her doe eyes, trying to maintain her most innocent façade, even if she was far from it, “So you came all this way just to fuck little ole me?” She pouted, “I’m flattered, but surely a man like you has women just waiting with their legs open.”

Chuckling, Keanu knew she was right, he could play the coy card all he wanted, but he knew what women thought of him. Some even took his passing kindness as something more, offering things up, and admittedly, there were times when he had taken them readily, a night or perhaps a weekend of fun then cutting them lose, neither party ever minded. Keanu briefly thought back to New York, he had already noticed the little gestures and wanting stares from the younger assistant directors, then their was his own assistant with her ‘aim to please’ attitude and finally, one of his co stars, she was just a couple years younger than him, but he was sure they could have some fun if they wanted to. But none would be as fun as she was. He didn’t want just some woman, he wanted Y/n.

Sliding his hands around to cup her ass, he eased her closer, smiling as she ran her hands up his forearms, “Maybe your right,” he said, low and bending a little to get close to her ear, “But I wanted to feel your tight cunt around my cock.”

Y/n smirked wickedly, arching her brows, “Don’t you have a way with the words?”

“Fuck words,” Keanu offered hastily, just before crashing his lips to hers, squeezing her ass. Between them, she reached for the buckle of his belt and the button and zipper at his pants, her fingers fumbling in the process of undoing them. Y/n moaned into his mouth, complying without protest when Keanu broke their hungry kiss, hurriedly turning her and peppering rough nips and kisses on her neck all while undoing the buttons of her blazer. Shoving off the material, Keanu only retracted to pull off her camisole, tossing it to the floor. 

Y/n reached behind, stretching to tangle her fingers in Keanu’s hair, encouraging him back towards the column of her throat. His hands slid down her body, stopping at the hem of Y/n’s skirt, pushing it up over her waist only to shove her panties down. In one go, he pushed into her and Y/n melted onto the table, “Fuck,” she groaned loudly, gripping the edges until her knuckles went white. The top of her breasts and her stomach welcomed the coolness of the surface and her loose hair fell over her face, skewing her vision of the screen at the front of the room, not that it mattered.

Keanu maintained a firm grip on Y/n’s hip while his other hand travelled up her body, lingering to loosely circle the back of her neck, but eventually reaching her head. Quickening his rough thrusts, he brushed some hair out of Y/n’s face, only to gather a handful of it up in his hand, twirling it in his fist, before tugging, hard enough to make her whimper. “Do you know what you do to me?” Keanu managed through clenched teeth, “I never wanna fuck anyone else, only you.” Pulling out fully, Keanu slammed back into Y/n’s drenched core seconds later, marveling at how the movements pushed her body up onto the furniture. The toes of her shoes were barely reaching the floor by then and Keanu’s grip was the only thing keeping her in place.

The sound of skin slapping skin, coupled with the blood rushing in her ears was enough to nearly drown Keanu’s words, though, even if she could hear him, Y/n could barely think straight, far less piece together any sort of response. Between the way he stretched her with his girth, his throbbing veins brushing against her slick walls, and how far he reached with each rough motion; it hurt, in the best way possible. His hold on a fistful of her hair was tight and occasionally, he’d tug without warning earning him a little yelp of pleasured surprise. 

Y/n’s shallow breath went ragged as the knot in her stomach came loose and she came without warning. Her chest, still pressed to the table, glistened with exertion despite the air conditioning and her legs weakened as heat spilled out of her, dripping onto his thighs and coating Keanu’s cock. 

Keanu groaned as he felt her clench around his member. The way his name left her barely parted lips was the most sinful heaven and having Y/n completely at his mercy was something he missed since they’d parted. She was such a wonderful plaything. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Keanu taunted, riding out Y/n’s orgasm, only to pull out and flip her wanton body. Her eyes were unfocused and she could still barely string a sentence together. When she didn’t answer, Keanu gathered her into his arms, discarding her onto the table, already edging into her again, “Well?” He pressed, “Is that all you’ve got for me babygirl?”

Y/n whined at the sensation, shuddering when Keanu reached between to add friction to her swollen cilt, “I....”

“Use your words, tell me that you want my cum in your pussy,” Keanu went slower that time, his hips rolling at a more leisured pace.

“I want....” Y/n swore she was seeing stars and she reached clumsily to grab Keanu’s shoulders, only just realizing that he was still dressed, with his pants only down to his knees. “I want you.....” the words dribbled off Y/n’s lips, slow and broken, “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Keanu grinned wickedly, using his hand on Y/n’s back to press her closer to him, “Good,” he breathed, feeling himself grow closer to his climax, “You feel so good,” he praised sinfully, “I missed your cunt.”

Y/n felt her second orgasm building quickly and her toes curled as she threw her head back. The room seemed to spin, Keanu the only constant and the only thing keeping her from bouncing off the walls, “I missed your cock,” she eventually returned.

Keanu’s drawn on pace eventually quickened and not long after, Y/n was overflowing with pleasure again, her jaw slackening and her walls clenching around Keanu. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted, fingers digging into her hips as his member twitched inside her. 

Y/n’s ragged breaths went shallow, her face falling onto Keanu’s shoulder. In response, Keanu propped his chin on the top of Y/n’s head, his stiff hips still ridding out their highs. 

When it was over, and he pulled out, Keanu dropped back into the chair and Y/n laid back on the width of the table, both trying to catch their breaths. “I can’t believe you flew across the country for sex,” Y/n chuckled breathlessly.

With his hands on the plastic, cushioned armrests, Keanu slouched a bit, his pants still undone and around his knees. Y/n didn’t look much better; with her skirt still bunched up, topless and a bit exerted. “I flew across the country for sex with you,” Keanu corrected pointedly, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n licked her lips, “I think I’m getting a pretty clear idea.” Sitting up, Y/n winced as she shimmied off the table, going to collect her clothing off the floor, “Can’t say I’m not flattered though,” she grinned, starting with her bra, “Besides, no one can fuck my like you can.”

Standing as he frowed, Keanu pulled his pants up, the front still undone. When he finally stood before her, Y/n looked up at him, eyes holding a teasing glimmer, biting her lip. Keanu let his fingers skim her still bare arms, his movements slow, raising goosebumps on her skin. 

Letting one of his hands linger on her hip, Keanu used the other to capture a lock of Y/n’s hair, curling it around his index finger. His gaze was one of questioning and meant to intimidate her, “You’ve been fucking other people?” His voice was low and husky and Y/n sucked in a breath.

“I......” Y/n trailed off. She didn’t know what it was about Keanu, but the thought of him being possessive like that, even if they weren’t in a relationship, sent heat to the lingering soreness between her legs.

Untangling his hand from Y/n’s hair, Keanu let his hand rest at the bottom of her neck, his stocky fingers just over her pronounced collar bones, the edge of his palm in the hollow of her throat, “Answer me,” he urged, stepping forward so they were chest to chest, well, chest to face.

“Yes,” she admitted, blinking slowly, pupils dilated, “But they couldn’t even come close to you.”

Keanu hummed, a wicked grin pulling at his features, “I’m sure they don’t,” by then, Keanu’s hands were freely roaming Y/n’s body; sliding over her curves, groping her ass, “You know, since you left my room the last time; I haven’t been able to think about another woman the way I think about you. But here you are, fucking other people.”

“A girl's got needs,” Y/n teased cocking an eyebrow, “Pity that they were only just barely satisfied.”

Keanu huffed, jerking her even closer, “Sounds like you need someone to make it up to you.” Already, Keanu’s erection was pressing into her stomach and the throb of arousal in her center reminded Y/n of the growing soreness between her legs.

Licking her lips, Y/n regarded Keanu through her dark, hooded gaze, “Maybe I do.” An informal invitation was all Keanu needed to let his hold on her hip grow firmer as he crashed his lips to hers, pushing her up against the pulled down projector screen. Y/n’s skirt rode up her thighs as Keanu lifted her off the floor and her legs went around his hips. Not too long after, they were once again, clumsily shoving his pants down to around his knees, though, that time, Y/n pushed his leather jacket off too. 

Keanu’s hands slipped up Y/n’s blouse and underneath her bra, groping her breasts and toying with her nipples, eliciting sinful moans and pleading whimpers. “I like it when you beg,” he smirked, letting his tip brush her folds, “Beg for me baby,” Keanu encouraged.

“I want you,” Y/n pleaded breathlessly, her words evaporating as they left her lips, “Please Keanu, I need you to fuck me....”

The tip of Keanu’s tongue trailed Y/n’s neck, all the way up until his mouth was close to her diamond studded ear, “Well since you asked so nicely,” he mused, pushing into her, dragging his teeth over her ear lobe as she groaned at the feeling. 

“God,” the word seemed to bounce off the walls, low and hollow. Y/n’s nails dug into Keanu’s back and he could feel them through his thin t-shirt as he maintained a steady rhythm. Y/n’s warmth cocooned Keanu’s shaft perfectly, being with her like that was the perfect escape.

Y/n’s cheek was pressed to the side of Keanu’s face, his beard rough against her skin, giving her the slightest burn as he moved harshly. She clung to him for dear life, her eyes slipping closed as a consequence of the pleasure. It wasn’t an understatement when she’d told him that there wasn’t another man capable of making her feel the way he did; there was just something about his confidence, they way he could control her without force, wean her body to the highest levels of pleasure with his. Or perhaps it was simply physical, they way Keanu could fill and stretch her so much that it almost hurt, his balls slapping her ass all how his hands sent shocks through her body. Whatever it was, Y/n was certain that there could never be another man like Keanu. 

With the tips of his fingers pressed into the sides of her stomach and Y/n still gipping Keanu’s shoulders; they came together, obscenities mixing to sound messy and hanging in the heat that surrounded them. A final squeak of pleasure escaped her just as Keanu pulled out, collapsing lazily into the chair at the head of the table, pulling Y/n into his lap as he did.

Words weren’t exchanged as they caught their breaths, but there wasn’t really anything to be said anyway. One of Keanu’s arms stayed around Y/n tracing absent, unseen circles into her arm. The other hand lingered on one of her legs, both of which were draped over the arm of the chair. Y/n’s head lolled on Keanu’s shoulder, her gaze blank and forward. 

They stayed like that for an uncounted amount of time, the only thing pulling the two out of their sated state being the anxious shrill of Y/n’s cell, coming from her bag nearby on the table. Not even bothering get up, she reached over Keanu’s shoulder, knocking over the bag and grabbing the phone and swiping to answer without even checking the name or number. 

“Hello?” She nearly yawned, clearly tired from their activates. Letting his hand skim her back, Keanu moved to tangle his hands in her hair, single-handedly massaging her scalp as she spoke. “Okay,” though, Y/n’s frowned suggesting that whatever the matter was; it wasn’t ‘okay’. After another couple minutes worth of her hums of understanding, she finally chalked up, “I’ve been in a meeting all afternoon,” and then, she managed, “No, I’m busy this evening.” Momentarily, Y/n glanced at Keanu, though he couldn’t decipher what she was trying to communicate by her expression, “I’m doing something with a friend,” she offered, though eventually, after rolling her eyes, Y/n seemingly submitted to the other party’s pleas, “Alright. Fine, I’ll ask.”

Hanging up, Y/n tossed the phone back to the table, not even paying attention as it’s movement scattered more of her stuff. The called seemed to sour her mood and she stood reluctantly, wincing as she did, “I’ve gotta go,” she huffed. 

“Where?” Keanu furrowed his brows, not sure if he was offended or just disappointed that he couldn’t spend the rest of the evening with her.

Sighing, Y/n went through the motions of putting her self back together; straightening her clothes and running corrective fingers through her hair, “My parents are back from Beijing and they want to have dinner tonight,”  she rolled her eyes, adjusting and readjusting her skirt, “They said its important.”

“What about your friend?” Keanu scoffed.

“What?” Y/n scrunched her nose, taking a couple seconds before she realized what he was talking about, “Oh! The friend was you, I didn’t want to go,” she shrugged, “You know,” she grinned mischievously, “They said I could bring you. Do you want to come?”

Shrugging, Keanu shook his head, raising off the chair slightly to pull up his pants. Dinner with her parents didn’t seem like something they should be doing; he and Y/n weren’t a couple. Couple’s did family dinners. They were......well, Keanu didn’t know what they were, but he did know how it would look if he showed up on her arm for a impromptu family meal. “I can’t,” he dismissed, “I’ve got some things to do before I get back to New York.”

Y/n didn’t seem the least bit bothered as she shook her shoulders, “Okay, no problem.” The last thing she set out for was her panties, though, by then, Keanu had already stood too and had just gotten into his jacket.

She eventually spotted them near a table leg and when she stood again, underwear in hand, Keanu cocked a grin as he swiped them away, “I’ll keep these,” he shoved them into his back pocket, the red lace barely peeking out, “To keep the memory alive.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Y/n teased, standing on the tips of her toes, still having to pull Keanu down with a handful of his t-shirt between her fingers to kiss him quickly; no emotion, barely any meaning above an unspoken thanks. “I need to get back up stairs, can you find your way out?”

“Yeah,” Keanu huffed, leaving the room and walking with Y/n towards the elevators, “I’ll see you around,” he half waved as Y/n got into the first available one. With her final goodbye, the doors slid shut and Keanu got into the elevator that dinged open.

After the valet took her keys, Y/n lingered at the hooded entrance of the restaurant, trying to mentally prepare for what awaited her inside. Her family rarely had dinner together without due cause; her parents were usually too absorbed with work, each other or both to care about where, what or whom with Y/n ate. It never bothered her though; after growing up closely guarded and with very little room under their thumbs, she welcomed the freedom that accompanied their disregard. The only issue was her dire craving for more, because while her personal life was of very little interest to Heather and Michael, but they still tried to micromanage, though from afar, everything else; who Y/n was seen with in public, where she had gone to college, and most obviously, where she worked.

With a final stilling breath, Y/n smoothed a manicured hand over her short, plum colored dress, eliminating the inexistent wrinkles. Her velvet Jimmy Choo’s clicked quietly on the cobblestone, her steps only silenced by the carpet after  she crossed the gold-framed threshold. “Warren,” Y/n offered to the hostess after someone had taken her coat.

“Right this way,” the woman’s rehearsed smile perfectly charming but in no way warm as she led Y/n to a rectangular table for six central to the room, situated under the dim yellow light of a crystal chandelier.  Much to her surprise, all except of one of the seats were taken. Might have been nice to know that they were having company before she got there.

At the sight of her, Y/n’s father stood, greeting her with a hug, “Dad,” she pecked his cheek, leaning in for him to do the same. “What’s going on?” Y/n managed through her plastered on grin.

Heather was the one to speak up, “Darling,” she took Y/n’s hands before greeting her daughter with a trained la bise, “These are the Wang’s, we met them in Beijing.”

“Oh,” Y/n nodded politely in the other family’s direction, wondering what their interaction could possibly be leading too, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Michael gestured to a man about his age first, his grey hair still peppered with dark strands, “This is Li Jian and his wife Alice,” a blonde woman smiled warmly in Y/n’s direction, one of her hands loosely griping her husband’s arm, “And this is their son, Daniel.”

At the mention of his name, Daniel stood, offering his hand, “What a pleasure to meet you Y/n; your parents told us a lot about you, but they didn’t mention that you were absolutely stunning.” Just when she thought Daniel as going to shake her hand, he turned it over, instead pressing a chaste to the area just above her knuckles.

When he raised his head again, Y/n couldn’t help but return his charming smile. He was attractive, probably more than conventionally so; all sharp, strong bone structure, dark eyes protected by long lashes and short, perfectly trimmed dark hair. “The pleasure is mine,” Y/n bent her head, hoping to hide the warmth in her cheeks. Daniel couldn’t have been more than thirty-five and Y/n couldn’t believe that he was already having such an effect on her.

Like a gentleman, Daniel pulled out the only empty chair for Y/n, and unsurprisingly, it was the next to him. Y/n’s father sat at the head of the table, nearest to her, Heather on the end to his left, while Daniel’s father was situated directly opposite of him, Alice next to Y/n’s mother. 

When everyone was settled, the waiter poured them some wine and handed over the menus. Their party looked over the selection of international cuisine, and out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see Daniel stealing glances at her. Otherwise, it might have made Y/n uncomfortable, but for some reason, Daniel’s intrigue flattered her a bit.

When the waiter returned, he took their orders and as he left, Y/n’s mother was the one who struck up conversation, “Y/n, you know, Daniel is an engineer, he designs planes. He’s at the top of his field in China, and soon here in the U.S too.”

“Oh!” Y/n chuckled awkwardly, briefly turning to Daniel, who’s cheeks had just started going pink, “I didn’t know that, but we’ve just met so he hasn’t really had a chance to tell me.” Maintaining her posed demeanor, Heather kicked Y/n beneath the table, an unspoken warning to put on her best behavior. As the pain shot up her shin, Y/n tried to pretend it didn’t affect her, blinking slowly only so she could roll her eyes. With a sigh, she tried to rectify the awkwardness that she had created, “What I mean is; I’d love to hear about your work sometime.”

“Maybe you two could chat about it over coffee. Or maybe another dinner,” Michael interjected and Daniel’s parents seemed readily onboard with the idea. Suddenly, it all made sense. That dinner wasn’t just a casual affair between two families, she and Daniel were being set up. 

Y/n’s face fell but she hoped no one noticed; she didn’t think they’d try something like that so soon. Then again, Jillian was barely five years older than her and her parents had already found her someone.

“We should grab a bite together, just us,” Daniel broke Y/n’s thoughts and she had to blink her internal despair away. “I’d love to get to know you.”

“Yeah,” Y/n huffed, “That would be nice.”

As the food was set in front of them, everyone kept talking, but at some point Y/n zoned out, going into auto pilot. Sinking into her thoughts, Y/n couldn’t decide if her anger was outweighing her feelings of betrayal. How dare they blindside her like that? As if she were child, or worse yet, incapable of making her own decisions.

Y/n’s stare, directed towards the glass of wine in front of her went blank, and that time, the thing breaking her out of her thoughts was her phone vibrating in her purse on her lap. Trying to be discreet, Y/n kept the device below the table as she mined the short text, “Are you alone?”

“No, still at dinner,” for effect, she added a sad-face emoji.

“What a shame,” Keanu sent back almost immediately, “I’m ready for desert.” Attached to his texts was a picture of Keanu’s erection, constrained by his grey sweat pants, her panties from earlier near by, crumpled in his lap.

Y/n’s glass was at her lips, a mouthful of pinot noir nearly half-way down her throat, when she opened the messages. The sheer shock of the matter had her coughing up the wine, leaving Y/n clumsily scrambling for napkin. Daniel beat her to it though, handing one over and placing a gentle hand on her back. The phone fell, thankfully face down, back into Y/n’s lap and as she cleaned up her face just as Daniel offered her a glass half filled with water. “Are you okay?” His touch was soothing and his eyes worried.

Clearing her throat, Y/n took a couple sips of the water, feeling everyone’s eyes on her as she tried to settle herself. “I’m fine,” she managed, “I just....swallowed too quickly.”

“Okay,” Michael didn’t seem to believe her, though he brushed it off, quickly patting her shoulder, “Well take it easy there.”

Scoffing a soft chuckle, Y/n nodded, “Okay, yeah. Sorry about that.” For a moment more, everyone continued staring at Y/n before slowly redirecting their attention to their meals. The peace didn’t last for long though, because just about fifteen minutes later, Y/n’s phone shrieked loudly and she stood abruptly, her chair scraping the marble floor loudly as she excused herself.

“What?” Y/n hissed, her back now pressed the a wall in the narrow corridor that lead to the bathrooms.

On his end, Keanu chuckled, not seeming to care that she was annoyed. It was probably because he knew it wouldn’t last long. “How soon can you leave that restaurant?”

“We’re in the middle of dinner,” Y/n groaned, whatever irritation she had towards Keanu and her attraction to Daniel quickly melting away. By then, the only thing she wanted was to leave that place and go be with him. Keanu didn’t expect anything more than sex from her; no commitments, he didn’t control her unless they were in bed, just how she liked it, and he was certainly more fun than listening to her parents sell her to the Wang’s like she was some kind of prized pig. 

The gears in her head started turning and suddenly, Y/n wanted nothing more than to get out of whatever her parents were trying to do, “I can leave in the next ten minutes.”

“I thought you weren’t finished with dinner?” Keanu sounded intrigued and Y/n could only imagine the look on his face.

“I’m not. But I think I’m more interested in desert now,” her voice dropped lower and as the words travelled through the phone, she licked her lips.

“I’ll text you my address,” Keanu huffed and after a haphazard exchange of goodbyes, they hung up. 

Everyone raised their heads and awaited an explanation for Y/n’s behavior, though, instead she grabbed up her clutch, “I’m so sorry,” she wasn’t, not really, but she could pretend to be, “But I have to go.”

“Why?” Heather put her fork down, communicating with her eyes that Y/n should sit back down that very instant.

“Jill,” Y/n lied defiant and strong-willed, trying to come with something believable, “It’s an emergency, she.....needs me to....pick her up.”

Michael's brows knitted, “From?”

Moistening her lips, Y/n scoffed, “From......a bar. Rob’s busy and she doesn’t have a ride. So I’m gonna go,” laughing nervously, Y/n rubbed the back of her neck, “But this was nice, Mr. and Mrs. Wang, Daniel; it was great to meet you.”

Before anyone could object, Y/n was hurrying out, not even guilty about the whole thing; every other emotion triumphed by the excitement of seeing Keanu again.

If they kept going like that, Keanu was definitely going to get her into trouble. But, at least for now, Y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. 

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[haiyuta]

The Big Bad (soft) Wolf \\ Zuho

Group/Member: Sf9/Zuho

Word Count: 1.1 K

Genre: smut, wolf!zuho, (hopefully I did good)

Request: i think I just read all yor blog, everything about sf9 at least lol. I'd like to ask a smut scenario with Zuho, where he's a soft werewolf. I read the Youngbin not too long ago and I was wondering how would the Werewolf!Zuho be. Thank you sooo much for the awesome blog <3

A/n: here is some wolf zuho smut for yall~ Admin tae (I didnt proof read this oops, I havenrt done smut in like ever it feels like lol)

Grabbing the wet cloth you let out a small sigh looking up at your boyfriend. His lip was slightly bloody and random bruises riddled his normally smooth skin. Reaching up you wiped the small amount of blood away making sure to get all of it.

"Ow," Zuho let a small whine when you pressed on his spilt lip. You gave a small apology to him. Zuho gave you a smile, "You don't have to do this it'll heal in 24 hours," he said. You shook your head "sorry I don't like seeing your blood," you gave a rather left handed comment back.

It was quiet for another moment until Zuho spoke up, "I have such a caring beautiful mate that clean my wounds," he grinned. A light heat filled your cheeks, "aren't I," you told him. Zuho grinned "many female wolves actually clean the blood by licking and grooming their mate," he added.

You found it odd that you were doing whats suppose to be doing like many other females wolves.

Mate what an intimate kind word. It even made your mate mark tingle a little at the word. You got to change the rag. Zuho arms encircled around your waist pulling you closer.

His deep brown eyes with the gold ring around the iris. "I miss you," he mumbled his eyes lazy looking up at you.

You smiled "Me to Zuho," you said reaching up to feel his brown hair through your fingers. Zuho has been gone for almost a week. His recent training time to toughen him and his team up more. They went on runs, fight simulations, and tracking with their alpha Youngbin.

Zuho was a beta type but he felt like an omega cause he was so kind. He wasn't super possessive like other of his kin.

You guys missed each other, when he finally came home you almost dropped your plate (but didn't) and you ran to him to give him a big ole hug.

Being in his arms felt even better. It was silent as you looked into his eyes your lips lingering rather close together yet not meeting yet. "Can I," he asked taking your face into his large hand, his voice low and needy.

You nodded letting Zuho captured your lips. Zuho was rather gentle with you as he kissed you. It was slow and drawn out in the best way possible. Zuho fell back into the bed leading you with him. "My handsome wolf," you giggled looking down at him.

A light blush crossed his face, "Y/n," he whined out back at you. Even though he was a wolf he was very soft like. His touches, his kisses, his holding he was just so soft it amazed you.  

You shyly kissed him back and felt his lips massage yours, his toned arms went to your back as he held his inner leg into yours. You smiled in the kiss making you rather happy. Breaking the kiss Zuho gave you a glazed of lust look.

"I missed my beautiful mate," he mumbled. You grinned and leaned down for another kiss. You felt his wide tongue slip into your mouth, your body was heating up across his body flushed with want and missing him.

You could taste a bit of iron that was still on his lip. "Sorry does that hurt," you asked him worried about his open wound. Zuho shook his head "it feels good like you're healing me," he smirked.

Before you knew it his and your clothing were being peeled off of one another. Zuho leaving feather like kisses across your body as each piece left your body. "My mate," he moaned out in a rather distressed tone out at you.

"Yes Wolfie," you said poking your tongue out at him. "Ah look what you do to me," he moaned out his voice so deep it almost made you shiver. Your eyes glanced down at his boxers they were tight showing a strain bulge.

"Ah sorry I can fix that," you grinned. Your one hand went around Zuho neck and your palm met his erection. With that, you palmed his through the rather thin fabric. He let out a few moans that almost border lined a howl at this point.

Your eyes met for another second before he threw his head back enjoying the teasing. "Keep going," he moaned, you felt the small wet spot showing he was almost ready. You admired his body for only a second. His abs that were golden, his happy trail leading across his lower stomach, his breathy moans.

"Stop please," he asked softly he took his one hand and grabbed your wrist. You raised an eyebrow as he sucked in some air. "I want to please my mate," he said through half lid eyes.

Before you knew it Zuho has torn off your panties and was currently fingering you. Your back arched against the bed as he just barely entered you. His long fingers playing with your folds making you let out quite mewls of approval.

"Zuho," you whined out his tone body was over you his fingers teasing your folds one slow stroke at a time. He grinned a bit "your scent it's filling up this room, I'm getting drunk on it," he mumbled.

You arched again when he thrust his fingers into your core a bit. "You're so wet for me Y/n," he spoke out slowly and sensually.

You whined when he took his long digits out his hand went to your thighs as he lifted himself to position himself near you. You closed your eyes, panting with lust and want and need and just everything at this point.

You could feel Zuho erection pressing so close to your core your hips just wanted to sink down on him already. He leaned down giving you one last lust filled kiss. Your tongues playing with each other in a fun dance you smiled. "Please," you begged him.

His hips thrust into you. His small knot was rubbing against your inner walls. Warm moans filled the room, your hands found each other as he slammed into you and you raised your hips up for a better angle.

"Fuck," He moaned out. "Touch your self," he moaned out, his once soft eyes held a different type of look. Dominate. Plain and simple. Your hand reached down as you rubbed your cilt in a circle.

A sudden flash of white filled your vision as you felt Zuho hit your walls harder as his hips went still for a moment and he kept thrusting a few last ones.

It was such a bonding moment. From the first time, you bonded it always felt new with Zuho he was amazing.

Before you knew it he was back to his original angle his head on top of yours your head in his chest as he loved the closeness of the two of you. It was silent but no word were needed for the two of you.

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One Piece 19. Cilt - İsyan Dalgası

One Piece 19. Cilt – İsyan Dalgası JAPONYA’NIN EN ÇOK OKUNAN KİTABI TÜRKİYE’DE! 24 Aralık 1997 yılında ilk cildi Japonya’da yayınlanan “One Piece” Japonya tarihinin gelmiş geçmiş en çok satan kitabı olma rekorunu elinde tutuyor. Kasım 2011’de 64. Cildi yayınlanan serinin Japonya’da toplamda 250 milyondan fazla sattığı bilinmekte. Serinin 61. Cildi ise tek kitap bazında 3.8 milyon adet satarak Japonya’nın en çok satan kitabı ünvanını taşımakta. Onu 60. Cilt (3.4 milyon), 59. Cilt (3.2 milyon), 57. Cilt (3 milyon) ve Harry Potter Zümrüdüanka Yoldaşlığı (2.9 milyon) takip etmektedir. Dünya çapında da en çok okunan manga’lardan biri olan “One Piece” temel olarak Monkey D. Luffy adlı 17 yaşında, doğa üstü bir meyveyi yedikten sonra elastik özellikler kazanan bir gencin korsanlar kralı olma çabasını anlatır. Vaktinde Türk televizyonlarında da yayınlanan animesi de Türk seyircisi tarafından da bilinmektedir.

İsyancı birliğiyle kraliyet ordusu, baroque works’ün kışkırtmasıyla çarpışmanın eşiğine gelmiştir. İsyanı durdurabilmek için bir an önce bay 0’ın bulunduğu raınbase’e ulaşmaya çalışan luffy ve tayfası tuzağa düşüp yakalanırlar. Tek parçalık gizli hazine one pıece hakkında bir okyanus macerası.

One Piece 19. Cilt - İsyan Dalgası

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One Piece 3. Cilt Süper güçlü korsanların hesaplaşması, Monkey D. Luffy’nin lastik uzuvlarının limiti acımasız kaptan Palyaço Buggy’e karşı test edilirken, devam ediyor.

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One Piece - Doğunun En Kötüsü - 11.Cilt

One Piece – Doğunun En Kötüsü – 11.Cilt JAPONYA’NIN EN ÇOK OKUNAN KİTABI TÜRKİYE’DE! 24 Aralık 1997 yılında ilk cildi Japonya’da yayınlanan “One Piece” Japonya tarihinin gelmiş geçmiş en çok satan kitabı olma rekorunu elinde tutuyor. Kasım 2011’de 64. Cildi yayınlanan serinin Japonya’da toplamda 250 milyondan fazla sattığı bilinmekte. Serinin 61. Cildi ise tek kitap bazında 3.8 milyon adet satarak Japonya’nın en çok satan kitabı ünvanını taşımakta. Onu 60. Cilt (3.4 milyon), 59. Cilt (3.2 milyon), 57. Cilt (3 milyon) ve Harry Potter Zümrüdüanka Yoldaşlığı (2.9 milyon) takip etmektedir. Dünya çapında da en çok okunan manga’lardan biri olan “One Piece” temel olarak Monkey D. Luffy adlı 17 yaşında, doğa üstü bir meyveyi yedikten sonra elastik özellikler kazanan bir gencin korsanlar kralı olma çabasını anlatır. Vaktinde Türk televizyonlarında da yayınlanan animesi de Türk seyircisi tarafından da bilinmektedir.

One Piece - Doğunun En Kötüsü - 11.Cilt