#only the guy with the bead necklace is mine

[elkk-en]

some stuff from last rprt sesh :)

[strongheartneteyam]

Everyone wants him, that was my crime.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!omatikaya!reader

cw: mostly angst, TRIGGER WARNING for Reader being bullied bad by some Omatikaya girls, the perks of dating a popular boy (irony alert), hurt/comfort, neteyam reassuring Reader, some fluff, a stab in the heart disguised as a fic basically

So, this is just an angsty Neteyam fic inspired by “Slut!” by Taylor to make you guys suffer with me, I guess.

na'vi words: tweng (loincloth), nantang (viperwolf), tanhì (star - term of endearment)

Not proofread.

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Love thorns all over this rose

I'll pay the price, you won't

But if I'm all dressed up they might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know, it might be worth it for once

“Slut!” (Taylor Swift)

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You were dressed in your best tweng, one you had spent a long time making, wearing your best beaded long necklace to cover your breasts and even wearing some flowers to decorate your black, silky hair.

But none of that mattered. They laughed at you. The girls you thought were pretty and just so skilled and… popular. Something that you were never able to be, it didn't matter how hard you tried when you were a teenager. You were now a 22 year old girl, so, being popular did not matter to you anymore but it did not mean that having only one friend and having those girls look funny at you stopped hurting. The harassment did not stop there, it also included pushing you, putting their feet in front of you so you could trip and then pretending they hadn't done anything, saying something smelled bad whenever you were close to them and laughing inside their little group, making you smell your arms and your hair to try and see if you were the one who was smelly, just for the sadistic pleasure of messing with your head. You were a strong girl but stuff like that would bring down even the bravest na'vi female warrior.

“She thinks she's from the Tawkami clan, all dressed with flowers like this.” The girls would mock and laugh as you passed by

Your sad big amber eyes focused on the ground as shame and self doubt covered your body and beat you up from the inside.

Yes, you did love wearing flowers, sometimes wearing them in many different places in your body, on your hair and on necklaces over your breasts, but you never thought it was a bad thing until they pointed it out. It got to a point where you just couldn't take that many comments about your flowers anymore, the ones you used to pick up in the forest with a chest filled with joy. It used to be an incredibly wholesome, spiritual activity for you, but at those following days, you only felt rage and pain when you looked at your flowers. Poor them. It wasn't their fault. They were as pretty as ever. But you decided to tone it down and now you only wore a flower crown most days.

It was hard to relax. You could almost never be at ease when you were walking around the tribe, trying to focus on doing your chores as an Omatikaya, because you never knew when some girl would make a mean comment or just laugh at you, leaving you wondering if you looked weird or walked funny.

You tried to convince yourself that it was worth it, that you would get through it to be with the boy you loved, the one you were promised to and was soon to go through a mateship ritual with in front of the whole clan to bond you two together forevermore.

But it was insanely hard and sometimes it felt like you couldn't breathe.

Being Neteyam Suli's, the Omatikaya tribe heartthrob, mate to be was challenging to say the least. And yes, you knew that you were being bullied because he had chosen you. When it all started, you tried to convince yourself it was all in your head, that there must be another more rational reason for you to be bullied by those girls, that they couldn't be doing all this out of jealousy. It seemed too stupid, childish and… cruel, honestly. But even Neteyam pointed it out to you.

“Don't be sad because of those girls, tanhì. They are mad because you're mine and they wish they were in your place. But I chose you because I saw something in you that I didn't see in any of them. You're always honest, you have a childlike light in your eyes and a pure soul. They got nothing on you and that's why they treat you badly.”

He had told you those words one day when you were crying about being excluded from the girls’ friendship groups in the tribe. Neteyam's words reassured you of his love and made you feel better but the wounds still hurt.

Sometimes, the worst part of you told you to give up on him, that it was too difficult to bear, all those nantang like girls scorching you with their mean eyes every time they saw you walking around holding hands with Neteyam. But after a while, when you could think more rationally, you would think about how it would be unfair to him to do that. So what if those petty girls made you suffer? Making Neteyam suffer because you couldn't be brave enough to deal with that hardship would hurt you way more. Neteyam was worth it, he treated you like a princess, like you were the most beautiful, the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes upon. You'd be damned if you threw a love like that away because of other people's envy.

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@criticallybella

@yeosxxx

[adore-laur]

GET MINE, GET YOURS

— your ex-boyfriend is a mechanic, and you still jump his bones on occasion ❤️‍🔥

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2004

Heavy raindrops cascade off the roof of the mechanic shop, its metal shingles mottled with splotches of orange rust. The sight forms tight knots in your stomach as dreary storm clouds loom over the town. You stall outside for another minute, soaked pebbles crunching under the soles of your shoes as you pace near your car. 

After exhaling a quelling breath and rolling your shoulders back, you slowly walk toward the half-closed garage. Harry is running the shop all by himself this afternoon, working gruesome nine-to-fives just about every day of the week. You don't know how he does it, so you try to visit and keep him company once in a while.

Today, however, is different. The brakes on your car have been squeaking incessantly, and you know jack squat about anything car-related, so you had no choice but to ask your ex-boyfriend for help. 

Yes, your ex-boyfriend.

You would honestly rather listen to him drone on about all the intricate parts of an automobile than some wise guy who makes you feel stupid when you confusedly nod along and attempt to ask clarifying questions. Harry is much nicer about it. He simplifies terms for you while your mind drifts away to things much more interesting than the anatomy of axels and tires. For example, Harry's pink lips or the beautiful veins protruding from the backs of his hands.

You've gone to him with car problems before, but you mostly visit to hang out with him. It's never awkward since the breakup was mutual, and you are still on good terms. Plus, you find contentment in the routine of bringing him fast food and talking his ear off while he does the strenuous work. 

And so what if you still fuck him on the down-low?

There's nothing wrong with having no strings attached, especially since he gives you heavenly sexual experiences each and every time. It's not like it's a weekly thing, either. It's just that whenever you cross paths with him, it always ends up with his body hovering over yours and his cross necklace dangling above your bare chest. 

Unfortunately, you're not in the mood for that right now. The stress caused by your shitty car and having to probably pay a hefty amount of cash just to be able to safely drive anywhere has quickly turned your day sour. 

As you duck your head to enter the garage, the smell of rubber and oil instantly permeates your senses. The plug-in air freshener on the wall is doing the absolute bare minimum. Soft bass creeps into your eardrums, and a groovy R&B track plays from Harry's boombox sitting beside his reliable red toolbox. You grin and roll your eyes when you recognize the eminent growl of Christina Aguilera coming through the speakers. You're greeted with a song you'd never expect him to listen to whenever you visit. 

Turning your head to the left, you spot Harry working under a beat-up vintage Cadillac. He's lying down on a roller with his knees bent, metal clinking from whatever he's fixing. The black skinny jeans he's wearing are faded, and he's not wearing any shoes for some risky reason; only white socks cover his feet. 

"Hi, baby." Harry's voice rumbles, jolting you. You've told him to stop calling you that, but it falls on deaf ears every time. 

"How'd you know it was me?" you ask, running your fingertips across a stray wrench. 

He laughs huskily. "I can see your dirty ass sneakers from under here."

Before you can defend your mud-stained shoes, his hands grip the bottom edge of the car as he rolls himself out from underneath, revealing his face decorated with smears of grease and his long hair tied into a bun. It's been two weeks since you saw him last, give or take, and you swear he gets more physically buff each time. His biceps are practically bulging as he wipes beading sweat from his forehead, the sheened muscles filling out his grubby uniform deliciously.

You break away from your lustful trance and nod your head toward his boombox. "Stripped on cassette, huh? You keep on surprising me." 

"Is there a problem?" He slings a soiled rag over his shoulder.

"No, not at all," you reply lightheartedly. "It just isn't really a manly record to fix cars to." 

He teasingly sticks his tongue out and saunters over to you, bending down a bit before wrapping one arm around your waist and lifting you in a firm embrace. His mouth breathes warm air against your neck, and you can smell the spearmint gum he's been chewing.

"Came to visit me?" he murmurs as he gently sets you down, keeping a firm grip on your hip and hooking his middle finger through your belt loop. 

You pout and tell him, "My car is broken." 

He mimics your expression. "Yeah? What happened?" 

"I was driving home from the grocery store, and the brakes started squeaking out of nowhere." 

Harry stops smacking his gum and furrows his eyebrows. "And you drove all the way here without calling me?"

You grimace. "Please don't be mad." 

"You're not supposed to keep driving when your brakes are acting up," he says seriously. "You know better." 

"I didn't want to make you leave work," you reply, fidgeting with your hands. 

He softly tuts while flinging the rag somewhere behind him. "I would've come and gotten you if you had asked." 

You just shrug helplessly and look around the garage, admiring Harry's workspace, which completely encapsulates his personality, even though he shares the space with a coworker most days. Various cassettes are stacked haphazardly on a shelf, ranging from girl groups to classic rock to spa music for meditation purposes. He has an opened bag of organic potato chips on his workbench, the brand he always buys from the gas station just down the road. There's also a shallow pottery bowl in the corner where he puts his rings so they don't touch oil. 

He's a moody motherfucker, but you know all of his soft spots. 

"I'm guessing I'll be spending the entirety of my last paycheck on the repair," you mutter while wandering around, picking up random tools. 

Harry leans back against the car he's working on and crosses his arms. "It'll probably cost around two hundred dollars to replace the brake pad," he says. 

"What the hell?" you say incredulously. "You need to talk to your boss about lowering the prices around here." 

"I am the boss."

"Oh, that's right."

He laughs through his nose. "Negotiate with me about it, then. Convince me to lower the price." 

You stop in your tracks and stare at him, unimpressed with the upper hand he tries to have over you. "Nope. I'm not doing that." 

"Why not?" he asks. "C'mon, I'm bored out of my mind." 

You groan and stride over to stand in front of him. He's so hard to resist. "Fine. Will you please give me a discount?" 

Harry drags out a monotonous hum before plainly saying, "No." 

Standing on your tiptoes, you touch your nose to his and whisper, "Pretty please?" 

He narrows his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering against yours. "You're getting warmer." 

"I'll help you fix my car," you plead, willing to do anything to save a little money. "I'm really good at following instructions." 

"You are, sweetheart, but absolutely not." 

You frown and bury your face in his neck. He's sweaty, yet there's a hint of some pine-scented cologne coming through that drives you insane. "If I let you fuck me," you suggest boldly, leaving a slow kiss near his pulse point, "will you give me a discount?" 

Harry moves his head to look at you straight on, smiling smugly and using his teeth to stretch his gum across the tip of his tongue. "That's more like it." 

"But don't you have a car to fix right now?" you ask, feigning innocence to get under his skin. 

"Baby," he murmurs, "you can't come here and expect me to actually get work done. You're too distracting." 

You pinch his thigh through his jeans. "Stop calling me that." 

"No," he says softly. "You're still my baby." 

"Not anymore." 

"Then no discount for you." 

You scoff and step away from him. "Stop being a jerk, Harry." 

"Letting me fuck you just for a discount, hmm? Is that it?" He raises his eyebrows.

"You know I'd let you fuck me anyway," you admit under your breath. 

The muscles in his jaw twitch. "God, you give me whiplash." 

You get up in his face and say, "Yeah, well, you give me a headache."

His hand quickly reaches out to push the back of your head toward him, messily smearing his lips against yours. "I hate when you're like this," he mumbles into your mouth. "My baby's so stubborn when she doesn't get her way, isn't she?" 

You bite his bottom lip and tug on it before releasing it. "Don't want to be your baby." 

His hand gravitates toward the curve of your ass, squeezing just once. "Then tell me what you want."

"I want to be your brat."

Harry's head tilts as he visibly swallows. "Get on the couch," he orders lowly. "Face down, ass up." 

You grin, pleased to the max, and stroll over to the black leather couch in the back while Harry shuts the garage door for privacy. The screech of the lock makes you wince, and the sound of the pelting rain becomes muffled. The continuous drops on the roof match the speed of your racing heart. 

Placing your forearms on the cold, cracked leather, you bend your knees to get into position and tilt your head so your cheek rests on the cushion. Harry swiftly removes his hairband, his curls messily falling past his shoulders. Next, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his swallow tattoos and chest hair, both slick with sweat. His cross pendant rests perfectly against his skin as he comes up beside you and leisurely trails his fingers down your spine until they reach the waistband of your low-rise bell bottoms. 

Goosebumps erupt across your arms when his other hand goes to unbutton his skinny jeans. You can see his bulge strain against the tight material, and it makes you squirm impatiently. 

"Sit still," Harry says, pulling down his jeans. His black boxers and thigh tattoo are now directly in front of you. 

You pitifully moan when he crouches and grabs your wrists to place them behind your back. "Not fair," you grumble. 

"Oh, really? It's not fair that I'm about to fuck you." 

"You know what I mean." 

Harry tugs down your pants and underwear in one go, the material bunching at the back of your knees. He then takes his boxers off, placing one knee on the cushion and lining himself up as he grips the top of the couch to stay balanced. 

"Still on birth control?" he asks, planting a quick kiss on your shoulder blade. The cold metal of his necklace against your skin sends an avalanche of chills down the length of your spine. 

You nod, and Harry immediately thrusts into you. You gasp as the burning sensation spreads like wildfire all the way to your thighs, your hands clenching into tight fists as he continuously rocks deep strokes in and out. You whimper with each one, and Harry's hand holds your hair back in a makeshift ponytail to watch every pleasurable change of expression on your face. 

"You good?" He pants while slowing down his thrusts, keeping them long and purposeful. 

"I want to touch you."

His hips pound into your backside. "Yeah? Where do you want to touch me?" 

"Anywhere, just please let me." 

"I didn't know brats begged like whores," he says, tugging your hair. 

You wiggle your fingers behind your back, trying to touch his stomach, but it's to no avail. Harry stops thrusting, his hair hanging over his face as he looks down at you. "Want it that bad?" he says in awe.

You muster up fake tears and nod pathetically to get your way. "Please, daddy." 

It always works like a charm. Harry grunts and instantly pulls out, hastily sitting on the couch with his legs spread and grabbing your waist to make you straddle him. 

You kick off your pants and underwear the rest of the way, along with your shoes, then sink down on his cock, slowly grinding on him with your hands in his hair. You want to touch him everywhere, so you rub your palms down his chest and then hold both of his hands as you arch your back and tilt your head up toward the ceiling rafters. The new position tightens your orgasm more quickly, and the way Harry is desperately moaning with his hands clutching your thighs causes heat to prickle all over your body. 

"Such a pretty brat for me, right?" Harry praises you, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. "Getting your way like you always do." 

"Mm-hmm," you hum, every grind making your stomach rub against his, all sweat and smooth skin. "Only for you." 

He nips love bites along your collarbone. "It fuckin' better be. I don't want you doing this with anyone else." 

"And what if I do?" you ask, the slickness of your arousal sticking to the inside of your thighs. 

Harry opens his mouth with a scoffed moan when you circle your hips. "Th-think I'd die from jealousy." 

The fact that you got him to stutter makes you grind faster until his jaw is clenched and he's clawing scratches on your back. "What's there to be jealous about?" 

"That they get to stuff this tight pussy, and I don't." His eyes roll back as he starts to stimulate your clit with his thumb.

Not only is he a moody motherfucker, but he's a filthy one too. 

"You're doing it right now, though," you say, and Harry nods briskly. "Consider yourself lucky." 

"But I want to be the only one." 

"I know." You suddenly choke out a moan when your orgasm approaches. "I'm gonna come, Harry. Oh, God..."

"Me too," he says, his chest heaving. "Give me a good one, baby." 

You hold onto his shoulders and tense your thighs while you release, Harry stilling as well as his hips jerk to meet yours. You feel him fill you up, and after he runs himself dry, you fall against his body from exhaustion, whining into his neck as the pleasure consumes you. His arms wrap around your waist, bringing you in for a lazy hug while his cock slowly softens inside you. 

The rain pours outside, and the ambiance calms you down while your body relaxes. It reminds you of a time when things were easier, a time without complicated feelings or unresolved issues. 

Harry abruptly begins giggling, his chest raising with each breathy laugh. You join in, but you don't necessarily understand what's so funny. You lift your head to see deep dimples carved into his cheeks and the devastatingly gorgeous crinkles near his eyes. 

Once his laughter dies down, he says, "We just orgasmed at the same time to "Beautiful" by Xtina." 

"No way," you reply, breaking into more giggles. 

Harry starts cackling as the dramatic piano ballad plays from the boombox, possibly the worst song to listen to while having sex. It's so ridiculous that tears form in your eyes and your sides start hurting from laughing so hard. 

"We also just fucked with our socks on," Harry adds, resting his covered feet on the couch and wiggling his toes.

"Sexy." 

"Super sexy. And quite comfortable." 

You smile and glance at his lips, feeling an intense urge to kiss them, but you know you shouldn't. As soft as they look, it would only make things more complicated. Well, besides the fact that you still have sex with him. You're okay with the equal exchange of satisfaction, even though the emotional boundaries seem to blur more and more each time. 

"You can kiss me," Harry whispers. 

You swallow and shake your head, playing with the ends of his curls. "That's not what we do anymore. I get mine, and you get yours, remember? That's it." 

"You let me kiss you earlier," he points out. 

"That was a different kind of kiss." 

He just makes a disappointed face and lifts your hips so he can pull out. He then stands still, holding you with one arm, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks over to the boombox. 

"What should we listen to next?" he asks in your ear, delicately pressing a button to remove the black and white cassette. 

You tilt your head sideways and read the names on the stack of cassettes. "Hmm... how about Time and Form: Celestial Meditation? Sounds like the perfect soundtrack for aftercare." 

Harry snorts. "Shut up." 

You laugh and dig your heels into his lower back, wanting to be even closer to his bare skin. The full-fledged urge to kiss him returns again, this time with a bizarre wave of sadness. 

You can't. He's your ex. 

It would cross the line that was never really there in the first place, but it's a faint one, and it still matters. To you, to him, and to the stakes of what you are to each other. Yet you spend days and nights lying in bed, wondering if he'll call you on the old wall phone at the shop and ask you to come over just because. Or when he tells you he missed you when you do show up, hugging you tight and thanking you for lunch. Or when he's glum and sulky to everyone else but you, his face immediately lights up when you step into the room. 

It all means something, but you'll never allow it to become more than that. Just fleeting moments make up for the emptiness you felt when you stopped being romantically involved with him. It quells the ache, but only in real-time. Afterward, you go home to the apartment you live in by yourself, wishing he could follow you there and stay with you like he used to. 

You didn't cry when you broke up with him because you knew there would still be some sort of relationship present, even though it wouldn't involve dating. That's when you both agreed to keep having sex without the strings attached; however, the buried feelings you have always seem to burst into uncontrollable flames when he touches you. You'll never admit it, though, because a purely physical relationship with him is better than not having one at all. 

It'd be a shame to lose the fire where the smoke is. 

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[somecunttookmyurl]

guys i need you to know that like.

if you see a charm you like on somehing i've made and you're thinking to yourself "aw damn i love those earrings but i don't have pierced ears i'd love it on a necklace though" or "yo that's so cute but i don't wear necklaces i wish it was a phone charm" or whatever

just ask me. it's no inconvenience to me to put charm A on component C instead of component B i promise. there's no custom order charge. whatever it is will be the same price as whatever other equivalent things i've made already.

that's the beauty of making stuff and not being a factory production line. i can just make something else

as i'm typing this i'm reminded of a guy who came by the stall next to mine a few weeks ago (crafty dark aunty. she's on facebook. she's cool) lamenting to his friend that he loved the little dragonfly charms on a pair of earrings but only wore single earrings and also didn't like the additional bead. so Babs just piped up like "i can take the bead off right now and just sell you a single earring, if you like"

he looked at her like this was some sort of witchcraft like. bestie if you put 2 things on a piece you can just as easily remove one of them. a new earring can easily be created to replace the one you are taking.

[static-symphony-fm]

Is this thing on? 📞

Totally love playing into people’s themes for their little ask bit it’s a hobby of mine 🤭🤭 idc if it’s cringe it’s a fun time but hiyaaaaa babes I had an idea for Jason for my own writing but I cannot physically bring myself to write it so I thought I’d pass it on to someone who might want to do it and do it justice (only if you want absolutely no pressure) 🫶🫶

Like a child of Ares who when they get really angry (the whole genetic anger issues shit he just randomly gave to his kids?? What’s up with that anyway) they get really angry and they just kinda gravitate towards Jason, they just know where he is, it’s like a sixth sense, a spider sense, a sparky sense if you will (do not encourage me) but he just knows how to calm them down? Just holds their hand or something like that and grounds them?

I dunno how to explain but that’s all! Hope you have/had a great day (I don’t even know roughly what time zone you’re in 😭) and please don’t feel rushed or pressured to do this 🫶

this took so long for 354 words im so sorry also i hate the ending

 we're dancing in this world alone

you had been sword fighting with some cocky kid from the hermes cabin, and he’d managed to both disarm you and steal your camp necklace within the span of five seconds. the way he’d dangled the beads from his nimble fingers above you as you got up, combined with that goddamn smirk… red-hot embarrassment had flared in your cheeks. you did not like to be humiliated. 

“give it.” you’d snapped, reaching out to grab your necklace back. but he’d only smiled wider, holding it above your reach. 

“not until you admit that just because your daddy’s big and strong doesn’t mean you’re a good fighter.” he says mockingly, and gods, you wanted to kill him. anger bubbled up in you like a pot on the stove about to boil over, and you turned and stomped off as he laughed at you. how dare he embarrass you? you wanted to strangle him.

where were you going? you didn’t know, but you were marching through the woods like you were trying to get somewhere more specific than just “away”.

 it wasn't clear to you where your destination was until your eyes followed the stark white marble columns up to the carved eagle motif of cabin one, distant thunder rumbling in the distance like you were being judged for even standing in front of it.  of course. jason. he was who you needed right now.  

the guy in question pushes the door open and sees you standing there. his brow furrowed under the frames of his glasses. “are you alright?” 

“no. just… come here.” 

he tentatively takes a couple of steps toward you, reaching out his hand like he would to a scared animal.  you grab his hand with both of yours, and you swear you can feel the anger dissipating, like clouds parting. it’s slow, but effective. after a couple of seconds where neither of you speak, he breaks the silence.

“what happened?”

you explained the whole situation, having to take pauses in between to curse out the kid under your breath while jason listens attentively. 

“i’m just glad i’m not the one you're mad at.”

[rafesgoldrings]

Hiii baby

Can I request a "Lust for Life" with Rafe, with the song 'Devil I know' with the prompt "how do you want me, angel"??

Devil I know R.C

So I wasn’t sure which song you wanted because there are a few with the same title, but I went with the one by Suki Waterhouse and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: a lot of angst, smut, cheating, toxic relationship, mentions of drugs, alcohol abuse (reader low key drinks to avoid the problems), Rafe gaslights reader, manipulation, mentions of nudes from another girl, this is literally just pure angst😭, reader is a little delulu, not proofread

One phone call, telling you he misses you and he fucked up, but never that he’s sorry. He says he’s trying to get better but you’re the only one that can help him but you keep leaving, don’t you want him to get better? You’re the only one he trusts, the only one that truly knows what he’s going through, and he knows he cheated on you last week, and the week before last, and today, but he can’t control it. You’re not here and his brain fucks with him, burying his cock in another girls pussy is the only way to get his mind off things. He says he tries calling you, but you never answer and he feels hurt. He’s a liar. He’s a piece of shit. Yet you can’t help but to succumb to his pleads for you work it out. ‘Your place or mine?’ becoming the frequent question, it was always yours. You knew why he didn’t want you at his, but part of you could deny it being true if you never saw it for yourself.

He’d show up, give you a fake smile laced with ‘regret’. You’d invite him in, pour some whiskey for him and wine for yourself, he’d make up a bullshit excuse and tell you that you’re the only one he wants, then you’re tangled together in the bed sheets dancing that devilish tango that you know you shouldn’t be. This time was no different, only thing that wasn’t normal was he brought you a gift. A diamond necklace with his name on it. He tells you it’s to show his loyalty, a lie that you believe to convince yourself he does love you. It’s to show guys that you’re off limits, he’s the only one allowed to cheat. If you ever did, he’d fucking kill you and him, he’s told you that. But it’s not like it even crossed your mind, hand to heart you were going to stay faithful.

The same thing happened, it’s not his fault. It’s your fault with him directly stating it. He needs you and says he misses you so much it hurts. That he can’t sleep without knowing things are okay between you. You stare at the ground and try to avoid drinking yourself to oblivion, his hand goes on your knee and slowly moves up. His other hand gripping your jaw lightly and turning you to face him, you look into his eyes that are almost black from the coke and lust no doubt. He leans in and you do the same, your lips meeting and doing the same routine. The taste of whiskey and his mint gum on his tongue mixing with the wine on yours sent a dangerous shockwave through you.

You felt him pick you up and carry you to your bedroom where he placed you on the bed. His lips traveled across your chest and neck before they reached your lips, barely fanning over them as he whispered in a raspy voice.

“How do you want me angel?” your hand reached down for his pants, undoing the button and then the zipper, then watching him pull them off along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, tip leaking small beads of precum, and you reached for it. Gently, you squeezed the tip and watched as the beads dropped into your hand before slowly stroking it.

“I want you to fuck me Rafe” no matter how hard you tried to deny the temptation, you always gave in to the him and the toxic relationship you couldn’t let go of despite wanting to move on and find peace.

“Oh I can do that princess” you watched as he smirked and pulled your pants off, sliding his cock up and down your slick folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Your eyes fluttered as you let out a soft gasp, his size always surprising you no matter how many times you have sex.

You grip his forearms and lean your head up to kiss him, moaning into the kiss as it turned passionate and messy. Teeth and tongue clashing together as you both moaned into the others mouths with each thrust of Rafe’s hips, the both of you desperately chasing the same release and pretending everything was normal and okay.

“R-rafe, i’m coming” your head fell back as you squeezed your eyes shut, nails digging into Rafe’s arms and back arching, toes curling as you cried out in pleasure. Stars flooding your vision as you fell apart underneath him.

“Fuck b-baby, I am too” he stuttered, giving a few more final thrusts before pushing himself all the way inside you and stilling his movements as thick white ropes coated your walls. His head fell forward and he placed his lips on the base of your throat, slowly kissing up to your chin, and then capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

The two of you laid like that for a few moments, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as the euphoria wore off. He pulled out of you, the both of you letting out a small hiss, and brought his thumbs to your cheeks to wipe the tears. He gave you a sad smile, his eyes swimming with an unknown emotion, and walked to the bathroom to grab a clean wash cloth and clean the both of you up. Such a gentle gesture, one that most people find so intimate and romantic, but it was just an act. He needed you to think he loved you enough to take care of you after sex.

“Come here sweetheart, let me hold you and let’s rest” he pulled the comforter down and got in the bed, patting the spot next to him. He smiled when you did, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest.

“Tell me i’m the only one you can’t forget Rafe” you pleaded, even if it wasn’t real, you needed him to say it.

“I could never forget you babe, I love you. You’re the one I want to be with” funny how he couldn’t even lie and say you’re the only one. You remained silent, placing your hands gently over his.

After a few minutes, you heard his soft snores behind you and let the tears flow freely. You hear a phone buzz on the nightstand and carefully reach over, Rafe must have put it there at some point. It’s wrong, you shouldn’t snoop, but you do so anyway.

We still on for tomorrow? I miss you :(

Your heart sinking to your stomach when you opened the picture the girl, who’s name wasn’t saved but had been texting with Rafe for a few weeks, had sent. The picture showed her naked body under one of Rafe’s t shirts that she had pulled above her tits. Of course he came here knowing he was going to fuck another girl tomorrow, he’s a sick twisted person who you should hate. But you didn’t, you knew this would happen again in a few days. And you’d be okay with history repeating because it might be hell, but it was comfortable to you. And you would stay faithful to the devil you knew.

Tag List (i’m sorry if i’m forgetting anyone, sometimes tumblr won’t show me the username): @outerbankspov @sweetestdesire @proactivetypaperson @dreamingwithrafe @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie

[yautjalover]

OML I DID NOT THINK YOU’D RESPOND, but another question of mine (if that's okay..)

What do you think yautjas like to dress like in their day to day life? Except wearing all that armor and camouflage during hunting and stuff��

I can’t tell if they would be wearing the armor CONSTANTLY, but, I do genuinely think they have outfits like- robes that resembled the ones in ancient Greece? LIKE IT BE A FANCY AHH ROBE but honestly I don’t know what else?? Would they wear jewelry… the only jewelry I’d think they wear, is the bones of their victims around their neck. OML WAIT IT’D BE A COOL BELT HONESTLY.

Ps I’m so sorry for asking a lot 😭, it’s my first time interacting with a fellow Yautja fanatic AFTER YEARS.

Hey, it is completely fine! My inbox is routinely empty, so I enjoy the interactions. <3 I'll be happy to respond since this I've been curating a big ass Pinterest board for this exact thing. Excuse my Autistic ass in advance. haha

When I think of what they'd wear, I draw a lot of inspiration and thought from traditional African and Indigenous fashion. I think of tube tops, wrappers (large pieces of cloth wrapped around the waist to make a skirt), and various styles of kilts and loincloths.

I picture them wearing loose, minimal clothing for ease of motion when they're not hunting out of practicality. Considering they originate from a warm and humid climate, their fashion would reflect this. Some may choose to wear their armor all the time, but I feel most would want something colorful and stylish that shows off their scarred skin.

As for jewelry, I like to think they make them out of the bones from fallen prey or little rocks collected on a hunt that would make great bands for their locs or beads for a necklace. I feel like they recycle a lot of things, so this makes the most sense to me. Sure, they likely manufacture accessories to go along with the natural stuff, but I don't think they have this problem of overconsumption like humans have.

Creating jewelry out of the bones of their prey would be the equivalent of showing off a fancy new pair of Jordans or Louis Vuittons. It's a product of their honor and capability as a hunter/huntress. I imagine there are some yautja adorned in a lot of bones.

There's likely that one guy who you can hear a mile away because his bone jewelry clunks together so loud. LOL

Anywho, that's my response. I hope that helps you out a bit. ^^

[rileytwenty]

Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

MASTERLIST/PLAYLIST/PICS

Chapter 6

"What are you talking about? We aren't just going to stop seeing each other." Neteyam was flabbergasted by this request.

Her voice started quivering for reasons she didn't understand. How long had she known this boy, a few weeks? "I like you, Neteyam. If you have to-- want to-- pick someone else to be your Tsahik, that's fine-"

"Maybe you will be my Tsahik," he blurted. She had no idea how incredibly vulnerable he was being. He was asking her to be with him. He was proposing her to be his mate.

Though, she never in a million years thought he could be being serious. He was obviously grasping at threads. "Be realistic, Neteyam. Your family would sooner arrange my murder."

His chest ached at what he interpreted as her rejecting him. But he cared too much for her, enjoyed her presence too much, to let her slip away. If she would not accept his offer of forever, he could settle on having her just for now.

"Please, Leyra." He grasped her hands in his. "Even if you will not be my Tsahik, we still have a year. Please, please, don't give up the time we do have."

She didn't like hearing him so desperate. "Neteyam-"

"No, no, wait. I have something for you." He tried to distract her, to remind her of all the good parts of him and not of his obligations. He pulled the gift out of the small pouch in his loincloth.

Leyra made the mental connection as he slipped the bracelet on her wrist, her eyes flitting to his necklace. Just as she suspected, it was missing a row of beads.

She knew what a big gesture of affection this was.

"Neteyam." Her tone was serious, almost scolding. She reached out to touch his neck garment. "Why did you maim your necklace like this?"

"I wanted you to have something of claim on you. This should ward off all the other scrawny loser boys for a while."

She rolled her eyes. "Right, because I have masses of guys chasing after me at all times."

Eyebrows furrowing, he commented, "You should. If only they knew what they were missing! Actually, wait, no. Never mind. I prefer things the way they are; no competition."

She sighed, contemplating his earlier request to try to cherish their remaining time. After a pause that seemed to stretch on forever for Neteyam, she said, "How am supposed to enjoy you when I know you are not mine, hmm?"

He sighed, confused by the girl's feelings when she had just turned down his mating offer. "I don't like it either, but I don't want to lose you."

She pressed their foreheads together and Neteyam's heart faltered in its rhythm. He closed his eyes, willing the moment to last.

"Let's enjoy it while we can, right?" She relented.

"Yes." He seconded instantly, happy to hear her agreement.

And so they continued on with their afternoon, now enjoying everything more after realizing their time is limited.

They went for another ikran ride, and Neteyam took the peaceful route this time. He took them someplace he knew no one would spot them.

They didn't speak many words but communicated much based on how tightly they held on to each other.

At one point while coasting, Neteyam intertwined his fingers with Leyra's. She squeezed his hand and looked up at him to find him watching her and not where he was flying.

"Eyes on the sky, 'Teyam. If we hit something or crash land, I'll kill you." She hadn't thought twice about saying the nickname out loud when she usually only calls him that in her head.

Neteyam's ears perked up and his tail swished. He certainly thought twice about it. More than that, in fact. What did she mean by this? She had rejected his mating proposal less than an hour ago, and now she was giving him cute nicknames that made his heart swell?

"Yes, ma'am," He teased at her authoritarian request. She smiled and he was proud to be the cause.

She breathed in the crisp mountain air and leaned back into him, closing her eyes in peace. He didn't mind, and wrapped the arm that had their hands intertwined around her torso.

Soon, Neteyam knew he had to get back before people came looking for him. "I hate to disturb your pretty self, but I have to get back about now."

She sighed and opened her eyes, a frown weaving its way into her features. "Okay. Drop me off at the cave? I'd ask you to drop me off at camp, but I don't think you want us being seen together."

Neteyam's eye flinched. She was right; he had been successfully avoiding his parents finding out about him hanging around her. He wanted to cherish her while he could, before the wrath of his family fell upon them. "Yeah... Maybe that would be better."

She was heartbroken by his confirmation of her fears. He was ashamed to be hanging around with the freak. How had she ever convinced herself otherwise?

"Yeah, thanks," she managed, swallowing away the lump forming in her throat.

He dropped her at the cave entrance, kissing her forehead. His hand lingered on her cheek longer than he should have let it. She made it clear, she did not want to be his Tsahik.

She took this with pain. She wanted him more than he could ever understand, but she loved him too much to ask him to be with her. He was all she wanted but he could never be hers. Every possible odd was against them, and she didn't think he cared enough for her to try to fight against them.

She watched him fly away as eclipse approached, and her father landed above the waterfall not soon after.

"Daughter? What happened? Are you hurt?" Her father asked, circling around her and looking her over.

She didn't understand why he reacted this way. "What? No, I'm- I'm fine."

"Then why are you crying?"

What? She swiped her cheek, and sure enough, there were tears dripping down her skin. "Oh, I..."

He waited for her to continue.

"I'm fine. It's nothing, father. Let's go home?"

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[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Descendants coronation outfits part 3

The Notorius Nine

Mal Page:

I wanted to pay homage to her mystical fae roots, and her ties to the earth/nature magic that the Moors has. I tried to pay tribute to the movie dress, give her an Isle edge but also introduce this soft, new, Auradon girl look to her aesthetic.

Crown princess Evelyn Grimhilde:

Evie is pretty similar- I didn’t like how it looked like a dollar store costume so I researched and found this beautiful dress that looks like a more realistic version of what she wears in the movie, plus it connects her to Hanover and their love of the stars/diamonds of the dwarf mines

Jay Scheherazade

Jay gets to keep his canon outfit for the after party, but for the coronation itself I think he needs a more formal outfit, so I found this handsome maroon and black suit that he would look like a knockout in-! He could definitely still run and move around in this, and the subtle accessories make for a dashing Auradon gentleman vibe.

Carlos DeVil-Radcliffe

For Carlos; I wanted to clothe him in white, because he is one of the purest and sincerest yet most powerful and brave guys I know. He is definitely breaking free of his mother’s grip and becoming his own person and the hero of his own story and I wanted his outfit to show that.

Uma Nautica:

Uma’s dress was a bit tricky, but I pulled inspiration from her GORGEOUS cotillion dress and found this stunning turquoise layered dress with a bit of a mermaid flare to the skirt.

The beading looks similar to shells and sea glass you find on the beach and she could wear so many necklaces and other bits of jewelry with this outfit and it would look perfect with black combat boots as well.

Harry (eventually Charming)

I was really excited to find a suit for Harry, because his outfit is a statement of how he has completely left his past (but not his sisters) behind and is embracing life with his lady and true love Princess Aricka Charming as his future and how he no longer wishes to be seen as captain Hook’s son

This champagne/cream white suit also lets him match with Aricka because it’s a neutral color and he could wear the hook in full size or let Uma turn it into a charm on a necklace for him to wear

Gil Charming:

Gil not only leaves behind his past BUT the colors associated with Gaston by the time coronation comes around. Instead of always wearing light browns and tans, he embraced earth tones of emerald green, brown and creamy whites. He prefers light and airy material that allows free movement and makes him feel like a prince.

Aricka Kore Page:

Aricka Kore and her boyfriend Prince Sebastian White are a cute matching pair in their midnight blue suit and dress and own the carriage ride procession to the chapel where coronation happens

She is proud of who her dad is and hasn’t thought about her mother’s approval in years. Evie made her this dress to introduce her as a princess of Olympus

Azalea ( @letsgofoletsgo )

Given their love of gems, they would dazzle their suit with emeralds and onyx’s, representative of how they’ve come to embrace themself and their identity.

[yesteryearsnows]

Hyperfixation chronicles: cute random things

Among the flashier finds are some sweet little ones that I like just as much.

1) a goth ass, morticia addams crow skull necklace! It’s a modern from an LA hip hop style brand…but damn I love it. One day I’ll wear a necklace with all the skulls of my enemies 😊

2) a random super dramatic rhinestone pin for 4! It just yells 80s opulence and drama to me.

3) this random white and gold one? Ever since I saw the Dior crescent moon one I like the fat baguette shaped chonk pins.

4) a Celtic pin with a traditional symbol of friendship! The ones I’ve seen online usually feature enamel Celtic knots so I’m glad to get the rhinestone one bc it looks like pirate treasure

5) pretty Trifari feather earrings. What happened to me I used to think Trifari was boring and now I love the texture and clean design

6) a Native American bear fetish necklace! Apparently there was a lot of fakes from the Philippines and Mexico in the 80s that diluted their value, but true Zuni made fetish necklaces are treasures and really valuable. I feel like mine is American only bc the bear is so tiny. The silver beads test as lower grade silver with bleach explains why it’s not marked sterling

7) a sweet baby blue pin with rhinestones on wire! Adds 3-D to them.

There’s a ton of junk to go through to find cute things like this! Because I had to see them, you guys can see the ugly things I saw

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

Into the Abyss

Chapter Five

(TW: Substance abuse, description of drug dealing, arrest and legal consequences)

I did what I had to do. At the crack of dawn, I ran from my mom’s basement with some baking soda back to school. Aurora was just trying to have fun and make some money, perfectly reasonable.

Just because she may have broken some rule that everyone else follows: don’t make/sell drugs, doesn’t mean she was a bad person. Here I was, letting her legacy live on beyond the TV coverage and missing posters. Classic “12th grader has a breakdown. ”She needed closure, but also someone to remind her that even though she wasn’t on earth, she was in my heart.

Glimmers of sunlight reflected from the window onto the beakers, blurred figures of the light. Head spinning, fingers trembling, sweat beading from running a mile at one in the morning. The wind’s chill embraced me. Emotion flooded my mind like a dam breaking open. Inhale, exhale, repeat.

My pockets contained her remnants; a handmade bracelet, diamonds of black and pink, woven to perfection, and her diamond heart necklace that matched my pastel blue flower one. A rose quartz bracelet that I would’ve given to her. Tearful laughs filled the air as I picked up a paper from when we wrote an exceptionally dreadful romance story about two classmates, layered with tropes and cliches, only eight chapters in before we got caught—annoying Theresa May.

I miss her hugs in the morning, her laughter in the halls, the light in her eyes as she talked about her life, brushing her fingers against mine, tiny fiery sparks slithering their way into my soul. Shared secrets, stolen glances, and small smiles were all hidden in her bedroom. I wish I had told her I had feelings for her sooner.

But alas, no more crying over old times, I should get this over with. Remember her in the only way I know how. Finally, a piece of her stash lay in my jeans' crevices and dark corners. Bubbles from steam evaporated as I combined baking soda and the crack, a white crystalline powder, you could’ve mistaken it for salt. Finally, the mixture was done. I had freebased cocaine, and a burnt serving spoon lay astray on the table.

Now all I had to do was wait for the money to roll in. It was child’s play. An experiment for the daring, innovative risk-takers of tomorrow. How could I ever get caught? A question that crossed my mind several times, eventually running through the traffic of medicated, forced thoughts.

Weeks passed as I used a counterfeit volunteer sheet to sell “bricks” for signatures. I was getting some recognition, rising from the underground. Not infamous, but getting there. Like different species, my buyers were of a unique kind. Older men who blurred together, my mom’s flings who wanted to take some edge off, gangs, sometimes even Rita, as I loitered downtown in hidden alleys, conveniently tucked away from the cops. One guy in particular, however, was my downfall, and just as I was starting to pay my bills.

His job was on the line, he needed a fix, or that’s what he said, walking up in a black hoodie, the mask and frayed drawstrings easily hiding his badge. He took his hand to give me money as more cars pulled up. I was frozen in place, numb with shock as he handcuffed me. Cool metal against my flushed skin, not resisting. Rough edges indented my flesh, as I sucked in a breath. I know I didn’t deserve this. I was simply trying to accomplish her goal, or at least attempt to. God, what a roadblock. But what would I do about it?

What could I do if I was stuck in a place without escape?

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[sxtaep]

hii not sure if this is where u submit request or not but can u dooo a yoongi or jk one where the reader is in the same friend group as the guys and he watches her onlyfans without realizing its her bc she doesn’t show her face/hes never seen her room but he recognizes something he gifted her in the background and he starts getting suspicious but she knew he watched her the whole time because she saw herself on his phone sometime ago this is so badly explained but i hope u understand and i hope u pick mine to write!! ty <3

FACELESS BEAUTY - JJK

↬ description: jungkook was an avid supporter of your onlyfans content, except he didn’t know it was you, one of his closest friends, parading her body on the internet for the world to see.

pairings — jungkook x female reader

genre — smut

word count — 2.1k

warnings/tags — bestfriends!au, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, jungkook gets pissed off, explicit smut, masturbation, mentions of teasing, edging, raw sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, light nipple play, angry sex

a/n: this was meant to be a drabble, but i got carried away…

i hope you enjoy this anon <3

Almost every night, Jungkook would find himself sprawled out against his sheets, phone in one hand and cock in the other. Beads of sweat adorning his forehead, and cheeks flushed due to the palpable heat surrounding him.

“Fuck, fuck—”

The screen displayed a partly naked woman, wearing a cute little pink lace bra, the straps seamlessly falling down her shoulders as she used her free hand to knead the flesh of her tits in her hold, holding the camera up high enough to capture everything.

The signature gold mini butterfly necklace that sat perfectly against her clavicles, shone under the dim light of her room. It looked awfully familiar, yet he assumed anyone could’ve had the exact same necklace. The reflection was playing as some kind of distraction from the real show, and Jungkook refused to cum from a silly ray of light.

This wasn’t out of ordinary. In fact, it was the highlight of his day, watching the beautiful woman flaunt her assets out to the world. Her curves, the subtle, but sexy dip of her spine when she’d be close to finishing.

Of course, it bugged him knowing there were a bunch of other horny old men with eyes on her, but Jungkook would always imagine the videos, the pictures, the live shows she did, were meant for his eyes only.

The video only happened to be 5 minutes long, and it was just the woman teasing and edging herself till the end, and that on its own had him cumming all over his sheets in less than 3 minutes.

Wrapping up tonight’s session, Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, wiping his hand down and ridding himself of his unclean sheets, lying back on his bed with her on his mind.

She was a faceless beauty, but he didn’t know that faceless beauty was you.

“I say we settle on pizza and just call it day,” Yoongi suggests, shrugging his shoulders as everyone peered into your phone screen, watching you scroll through the list of restaurants.

Yourself and a bunch of your friends, including Jungkook, were now cooped up in his little studio apartment, trying to figure out where to order from for dinner tonight. Multiple suggestions were being thrown left, right and centre, yet the eight of you couldn’t settle on one restaurant.

“Pizza is boring, let’s order a chinese. We’re bound to have leftovers to last at least a week.”

Ah yes, Namjoon with the most efficient suggestion out there.

Whilst everyone was gathered around your phone, you didn’t notice Jungkook sat far away from you, seeming to be in deep thought with his hands clasped together and brows furrowed.

“Jungkook?” You call out to him, seeing him pull out of his trance as his eyes finally met yours. He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to carry on.

“You got any suggestions for where we should order from?”

For a second, Jungkook thought he was seeing things, his eyes landing on the obvious necklace adorning your collarbones, the one he had gifted, and immediately his mind was in a frenzy.

It wasn’t just any necklace. It was custom made, and he could’ve sworn the girl he watched last night was wearing the exact same one.

Jungkook stayed silent for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts and came to the conclusion that maybe he was being delusional, and brushed it off before making his way over to the group.

Being much taller than everyone, he practically towered over them, resulting in him accidentally getting a view down your white blouse, and his breath hitched.

The bra.

Identical to the one in the video.

Surely not.

Paired with the necklace, it looked like Jungkook was getting a real life view of the video right now.

“Uhm, just order whatever, I don’t mind,” he says absentmindedly, licking over his bottom lip and soon leaving the group to go into his room.

Several hours went by, and the more he stared at the video, the more he was able to slowly give the girl a face, and he could only see yours in his mind, but it seemed impossible for him to believe.

A faint knock on his door was heard and he quickly exited the app, locking his phone and tossing it on the bed before yelling ‘Come in!’

You timidly stepped into his room, closing the door behind you and leaning back on the surface with your hands resting behind you.

Jungkook could only stare with blown out pupils. He was picturing you naked and to say the least, your face was the perfect fit.

God, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to play the guessing game?” Your question came out as a joke, but you were dead serious to get to the bottom of his zoning out issues today.

Jungkook contemplated on whether he should just flat out tell you what was on his mind and confront you, or just continue as if nothing was wrong.

But he couldn’t let that happen. Not when your body clouded his mind every damn night.

“I could ask you the same thing, Y/N. Anything new going on with you?”

Of course you knew how Jungkook spent his nights. He was your biggest fan, paying big bucks for your content, always commenting on your provocative posts and always being the first person to join your faceless lives. Not to mention, you caught his phone unlocked with a picture of your bare body on his screen.

From then on, all your posts, your videos, your livestreams, we’re directed towards Jungkook. All the things you said, all the things you did, you always had Jungkook in mind.

You were rather taken aback by the question suddenly being flipped, but you shrugged. “Well, work is kind of a drag, and I pretty much have no life outside of it. I guess now and some nights after work, is the only free time I have to myself.”

The man only hummed, seemingly unconvinced as he dragged his eyes up and down your figure, stopping at the little butterfly resting on the crevice between your collarbones.

Eyes still glued to your body, he reached his hand out for his phone, unlocking it and pulling out the video he’d become oh-so-familiar with last night.

Jungkook turned the screen towards you, the screen bright enough to light up his bedroom.

“Tell me this isn’t you.”

You inhale sharply at the sight of your bare tits, thumb and index finger toying at your nipples. The sounds of your subtle whines and moans filled the room and you quickly grabbed the phone out of his hand, pressing pause and tossing it towards him.

“Okay, so you figured me out, so what?”

“What do you mean ‘so what?’ Are you purposely being stupid?”

Jungkook didn’t know why he was getting so mad, but he couldn’t control it, standing up and pacing around the room to collect himself.

“You don’t understand how many fucking nights I spent fucking my fist to you, Y/N.”

You weren’t surprised, but you didn’t expect him to be so angry about it.

A part of him was annoyed at himself for not realising sooner. You could’ve been the one getting him off rather than him doing it on his own.

“You were right under my fucking nose this whole time,” Jungkook stopped pacing, inhaling sharply and pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, not bothering to hide the obvious boner straining against his basketball shorts.

You hesitate to open your mouth, afraid you’d make matter worse, but he had no right staying mad.

“You can’t be mad at me, Jungkook. It’s not my fault you couldn’t tell. I practically dangled the necklace in your face just so you’d realise it was me.”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his cock throbbed from your words. You wanted him know it was you. Surely that should mean something..

The man doesn’t respond, simply staring at you in awe as you made your way over to him.

“Every little thing I did in those videos, every little thing I said, was directed towards you,” you whisper, arms cautiously wrapping around his neck as you pushed him back towards the bed, forcing him to sit down.

Little remnants of ‘God, need you inside me,’ and ‘Just wanna be stuffed full of your cock’ replays in his mind, your exact words from a couple nights ago.

Now was his time; his time to make both your fantasies become a reality.

Jungkook was quick to pull you towards him with the waist band of your leggings, forcing you to stand between his legs as he pulled the article down your body.

“Last time I checked you liked it raw. I’m sure I can assist with that.”

You were in no place to retaliate, simply letting him do as he pleases; ripping off your panties and almost salivating upon seeing your cunt in the flesh.

He brought one finger up to swipe up and down your folds, collecting your arousal and sucking the digit clean with a content smile on his face.

Jungkook was a fine man. A fine man who was the reason why you’d catch yourself masturbating way more than usual.

“Used to dream about drilling this pussy with my cock, ‘m finally gonna make that happen.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist, using his free hand to pull his cock out oh shorts and pull your down onto his lap, allowing his cock to seamlessly slip inside of you, causing you to groan.

Just as he had imagined, you were perfect fit. “Look at that, you slipped right in, huh?” His lips parted slightly as he stared down to wear your bodies connected, watching the way you’d drench his cock with your juices.

Considering the lack of prep you had, you were surprised by how easily he fucked into you, but the little hint of pain didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook was big. Far bigger than you imagined, so you were being stretched beyond your limits.

“You were living this double life and thought no one would find out what kind of shameless slut you are, showing yourself off to the world. So fucking stupid,” he spits, grabbing your face and forcing you to face him.

His words felt so demeaning, but it only left you yearning for more as you bunched your blouse above your chest to show off the infamous pink bra that drove all the men wild.

“Shit— Grab your tits for me, Y/N.”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, letting your hands fall to your chest to grab at your clothed flesh, repeating exactly what you had done in the video as Jungkook kept his hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock and watching the way your tits would bounce upon impact.

“Please, please, please— faster..”

Your moans were music to his ears, driving him on to thrust into you at a relentless pace, focusing on the sounds you were emitting and the sounds of skin slapping.

Just as hot at he’d imagined.

“Tell me right now, Y/N.. you’re gonna delete that whole page and save yourself for my eyes only. Understood?”

You don’t respond, too busy fucking yourself on top of him to provide an answer, and it just fed his frustration.

Jungkook’s hands dropped to your ass, digging his nails into your skin to force a response out of you, to which you only nodded, sopping walls squeezing tightly around his cock.

“Answer me.”

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, pulling your bra up to rest above your breasts, giving Jungkook the opportunity to lean in and latch his mouth onto your erect nipples.

Far too much was going on for you to handle. This kind situation was merely just a dream before today, and now it was finally happening, all that pent up sexual frustration was finally getting an output.

Minutes go by and slowly by slow you’re almost reaching your peak. Jungkook looked like he had all the time in the world to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

Without any prior warning, Jungkook was flooding your cunt with his cum, his hips stuttering beneath you as you continued to clench around his throbbing rod.

“Fuck! Go on, Y/N. Milk my cock like you said you would in those videos.”

His blasphemous words were enough to drive you over the edge, legs shaking around him as you fell limp on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face against his jaw.

Jungkook’s hips eventually come to a slow pause, helping you both ride out your orgasms as he held you close to him, quickly pulling away to get a quick look at your state.

Flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, sweaty mess.

Just the way he imagined.

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[baekhyuq]

“Get You Alone. Baekhyun (m)

Chapter 6: Confession

Word Count: 10k (aha... this isnt the last chapter!)

Mini Playlist:

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U&I - The Neighbourhood

Summary: You meet your friend's parent for the first time.

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“Mmm..”

“Nng—“

“Ah, Please.”

“Quiet. And be still Y/n.” Baekhyun whispered, his hand on your hip. You were tired, the constant strain on your body was wearing you out. Baekhyun closed his eyes, sighing as he thrusted into you at this angle.

“I-I can’t.” You held yourself up with your arms, your body weight about to give out.

“Shh.” He placed his hand over your mouth. “Wouldn’t want to get caught.” His words only fueled the burning in your abdomen.

“Y/n?” You heard her voice call. Sophia’s voice. “Y/n are you in there? What the hell?” The door of Baekhyun’s room opening, revealing a shocked Sophia.

“Oh my god.” You gasped.

You shot up awake, your eyes wide as you looked around the dark tent. It was just a dream.. Or more of a nightmare.

“Y/n?” Baekhyun said sleepily, squinting at your panicked state. “Are you alright?”

You nodded sighing to yourself. “Sorry, I had a nightmare.”

Baekhyun cooed at you softly, bringing you to his chest to wrap you with the blanket. “It’s alright, you’re with me.” His hand gently rubbing your lower back.

“Baekhyun.” You whispered after a few seconds of silence.

“Y/n.” He mimicked.

“We have to tell Sophia, tomorrow. This anxiety is making me feel horrible, I even had a nightmare that we were caught.” You pouted when you heard his light chuckle. “Okay, I’ll have to figure something out. Maybe over coffee before we leave?” Baekhyun suggested. Humming in agreement you let your head rest against his chest.

“I just hope it all works out.”

“It will darling.” He brushed his hand over your hair, resting on the back of your neck. “I’m yours and you’re mine. Remember?”

You recalled your romantic night only hours ago under the moon and stars in the hot springs. His eyes shined so brightly and his hands felt so warm and loving. “Yes…how could I forget?” You smiled with your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Alright, now rest peacefully. Don’t worry yourself over this.” With pressing a kiss on the top of your head, Baekhyun squeezed you tightly. He closed his eyes again welcoming sleep, you try to follow in suit.

“Hmm, you two went to bed early last night.” Sophia said as she sipped her morning coffee.

You nervously laughed. “I was pretty tired, after all that happened yesterday.”

She nodded, looking over at her dad quizzically. Baekhyun sat wrapped up in a blanket and his neck shielded from Sophia. Your early morning start had begun with some kissing that turned into a make out session, a few hickeys left on Baekhyun’s neck and some on your cleavage.

He hid them the best he could, wearing a turtleneck and covering himself.

“Cold?” Sophia asked, something about her tone seemed off. She didn’t seem like the happy teasing Sophia.

Baekhyun nodded, avoiding her eyes somehow he felt like a kid in trouble. By his own daughter. “So how did it go with Sungwoo?” You cleared your throat trying to change the subject. That seemed to bright up her mood, a smile replacing her neutral one.

“He’s so sweet, I told him I was leaving today and he gave me this souvenir.” She held up a necklace decorated beads and gems. “It’s so pretty.”

“Thats sweet of him, did you guys get to know each other?” You smiled winking at Sophia who’s cheeks reddened. Her eyes darted toward her father’s stern ones before going back to yours.

“You know, Sophia. Sexual desire is a natural thing, you don’t have to be embarrassed to talk about it.” Baekhyun says crossing his arms. “It’s not like I’m going to ground you for doing it. Some people..” His eyes quickly glanced at yours. “Have desires toward someone maybe they never met before and that desire can sometimes turns into…” He looks at you once more. “Love.”

“Woah woah, I’m not sure this is love I just met the guy.” Sophia throws her hands in front of her.

“I-I meant in general! Of course you don’t have to go that far!” Baekhyun’s stuttering made you laugh, his cheeks turning a slight pink.

It made your tummy erupt with butterflies when he mentioned the word love. You were right at the edge of love for Baekhyun. You felt as if it were too soon to say the words, not wanting to scare him off. But you did feel a deep sense of admiration for him.

“I understand what you’re saying.” You quip, trying to guide Sophia for him as well. “People find their soul mates in strange places.”

“Have you felt as though you ever found yours?” Sophia asked, her mug of coffee in her lap. She faced you curiously, her eyes searching for an answer.

You looked down at your lap smiling from ear to ear at such a question, “Yeah.”

“Ooo! Y/n! Who was this person? Do I know him?”

Baekhyuns heart started beating loudly, he felt it in his ears as he waited for your answer. He wasn’t sure what to do, how to tell Sophia without being so blunt. “Yes, he’s… very close to you actually.” You looked up at Sophia who’s expression showed confusion. “Close to me? You mean my guy friend from chem class? Y/n seriously?” She made a face of disgust.

“No! Soph.” You sighed, turning to her to grab her hands. “If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t be upset with us.”

Her brows furrowed as she held your hands tightly, “You know I could never be upset with you, you’re my best friend. I trust you.” Her words reassured you, but you still were nervous.

You took in a breath before speaking, “Sometimes your person finds you in inconvenient ways. And when I met him, he was at your house welcoming me in. He said you were showing so I sat on the couch waiting along with him.” Sophia’s brows furrowed more as you continued.

“He had the most handsome smile and the prettiest eyes. And when we spoke I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t get enough of him. When we spent time together I only learned more about him. About his daily life and how much I came to adore him.” Sophia’s grip on your hands loosened as she put together two and two. Her heart was thumping against her chest. “Sophia, I didn’t know how to tell you. We’ve been seeing each other for a while. And I didn’t want to move on without your knowledge of us being together.”

Your hand reached up to cup her cheek, “I know this is so out of the blue for you. I-I don’t know but Baekhyun makes me happy. So very happy.” Your smile made her heart ache, how could her best friend be in love with her own father? Was this some weird dream? Was this a prank of some kind?

“Sophia?” You whispered when she didn’t speak, only her lips parted in confusion.

“I…” She stood abruptly, shrugging off your hands. “I-I need time to think.” You could only watch her scurrying figure disappear into the trees.

“Y/n?” Baekhyun called, noticing the sad look in your eyes. When you turned to look at him his heart sank, your eyes were teary and your lip was quivering. “Y/n…” He stood to rush over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“I hate it Baekhyun.” You sobbed into his side, your head buried in his tummy. “I hated the look on her face. It hurt to see her like that.”

Baekhyun shushed you, rubbing your back comfortingly. “It’s okay Y/n. Just give her time, she’ll be back. Maybe she’ll be ready to talk about it then.” His words calmed you down, your sobs turning into sad hiccups and sniffing.

“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun said. “I should have been the one to tell her, you shouldn’t have had to.”

“No Baekhyun, I felt like it was my responsibility. Especially as her best friend.” Your throat felt tight as if you could become a sobbing mess again. You wanted to comfort her, to hold her and tell her how horrible you felt for keeping this a secret.

But she was off alone collection her thoughts, not wanting to speak with you any further. Would she speak when she came back? Would she ignore you, is this the end of your guy’s friendship?

You wrapped your arms around Baekhyun’s waist, burying your face in his tummy.

“Aw—Y/n.” He sighed sadly rubbing the back of your head. “It’s alright baby.”

Baekhyun’s comforting tone silenced your hiccups and stilled your shaking shoulders. He was right, giving her time is what you had to do for now.

He held you against him for what seemed like forever, telling you sweet things and rubbing your shoulders. You were sure how Baekhyun was so well in comforting you, knowing just what to do when you were upset.

Baekhyun took a seat beside you, holding on of your hands in his lap as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Let’s stay like this.” He hummed. “The sun is about to rise.” Your eyes looked at the horizon line, it was already so bright without the sun. The beautiful orange glow filled the sky as the sun slowly ascended.

“Yes.” You agreed holding onto his arm. “Thank you, for calming me down.”

“It’s my job to comfort you Y/n. You make me happy so I naturally want to do the same.”

“You do make me happy, Baek.” Your lips smiled after being in a frown that hurt your cheeks. Baekhyun turned to only to see the top of your head, he smiled slightly. He rested his head on yours closing his eyes briefly.

“It feels like my life is more complete when we’re together. I like seeing you and Sophia together, I feel like I have a complete family again.” Baekhyun confessed quietly to you.

“I hope she’s alright..” Your eyes looked back at the horizon line playing with Baekhyun’s fingers as you waited.

“Time Y/n.” Baekhyun mentioned, “You can go back and rest if you’re tired. I can stay here to wait for her.” He rubbed your hand softly, “I need to speak with her as well.”

You nodded, sighing as you two detached from each other. “I…don’t want to sleep without you.”

Baekhyun grinned at your childish words, “Come on now Y/n. You aren’t a baby.”

“B-but.” You stopped, catching yourself about to say something stupid. “Ugh.”

Baekhyun stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked through the woods, following wherever he believe Sophia to have gone. He soon found her, leaning on a tree looking out at the sunrise.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Baekhyun said quietly, not to scare her as he stopped beside her.

Sophia remained quiet, her arms folded against her chest as her gaze didn’t wander.

“I remember taking you to this spot when you were younger right before sunrise. All those years ago.” He smiled looking at the sky with her. “Forcing you to come to this spot with me by bribing you with hot chocolate.” Baekhyun laughed. “That you would always spill on your sweater.”

Sophia looked over at her father, her face neutral. She was reminiscing about the same memory just before he arrived.

“You just had to take me out here to watch the sunrise like some old person.” She said quietly, turning back to the sky.

Baekhyun looked back at Sophia, her face resembling his own. “You came to love it too.” He smiled melancholically. “Sophie.” He called to gain her attention. She turned to face him, Baekhyun felt guilty looking into her eyes.

“This doesn’t change us.” He began. “I know how you feel about your mother and I.”

“Dad—“

“It’s alright, people always move on.” Baekhyun shook his head. “And I have too now. Y/n. She’s who makes me feel something. I feel like I’m in love every time she speaks, or when she smiles my heart skips a beat.” Sophia listened quietly, as Baekhyun continued. Her eyes trailed to the ground.

“I will always be your father, you’ll always be my baby girl.” Baekhyun rubbed Sophia’s shoulder comfortingly. “And I’m sorry for keeping this from you, I was scared you would blame Y/n.”

“N-no. I would never, s-she’s my…”

“Best friend?” Baekhyun finished as Sophia’s voice trailed off.

“Yeah.”

“Y/n loves you, so much. She would never do anything to hurt you. She talks about you so much even when she has more to worry about. You’re always on her mind.”

Sophia felt her eyes become teary, her love for her best friend would never die. Even in a situation as such, she had no idea what to think. But her best friend said they were happy. Who was she to ruin that happiness? When Y/n has supported Sophia through the dumbest times, Y/n had her back.

Sophia sniffed, wiping her tears from her cheeks before more could fall. “I’m sorry, for storming off. Y/n didn’t deserve that.” She faces her dad, “I don’t want to ruin her happiness. If you’re what she finds happiness in—somehow—then I’m going to support her.”

“Somehow?!” Baekhyun gasped throwing a hand over his chest clearly offended. “I’m quite the catch i’ll have you know.”

“Whatever you say dad.” Sophia smiled from laughing. “I wan’t to go back now. I need to tell her how awful I feel now.”

“Hey, don’t feel bad. Your emotions are normal, your reactions were normal. You don’t have to beat yourself up.” Baekhyun offered Sophia his arm.

“Thanks.” Sophia wrapped her arm around his. “You’re the best.”

You sat on the log alone, wondering if Baekhyun had gone to find Sophia. The thoughts kept you from going back to sleep, even though you were sleepy.

You sipped from Baekhyun’s mug, some of his coffee was left and you were too lazy to make more.

You were footsteps and voices and turned toward the noise, finding the two you were looking for. Sophia’s expression looked better, the expression you loved to see. Baekhyun’s eyes found yours first, smiling at your wrapped up figure in the blanket he left.

“Sophia..” Your voice was quiet as they both approached you. Sophia said no words as she only came closer engulfing you in a hug.

You were frozen in shock, your arms stiff as you processed what was happening.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Sophia whispered, rubbing your shoulder. “I wish I didn’t storm off like that. I regret not hearing you out. Please forgive me.” Sophia’s voice cracked slightly, you could tell she was holding back a fit of tears. Just as you were.

Your arms moved to wrap around her, pulling her close to you. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize. You will always be my best friend, no matter the circumstances.”

Sophia pulled back, holding your hands in hers. “I would hate to not be friends anymore..And I have to respect what makes you happy. If your happiness so happens to be my dad then so be it. You deserve happiness, everyone does.” Sophia’s eyes darted over your face. “And seeing you so vibrant makes my heart warm, Y/n.”

You pouted slightly at her words, so overwhelmed by emotions. You wanted to yell at her for how emotional she was making you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Baekhyun with his head tilt smiling at the two of you.

Baekhyun’s heart was beating out of control, watching at how strong you two’s friendship actually was. Seeing his daughter so connected with someone he liked so much made him happy. Both him and his daughter adored you? What else could Baekhyun ask for.

He watched silently watching your facial expressions as you and Sophia began a normal conversation after making up.

He rested his chin on his hand curiously listening in when his ears would pick up a few words. He was dazing if he was being honest, just watching your beautiful face smile so brightly as if you were the happiest woman on earth.

“Stop staring, I’m getting creeped out.” Sophia glared at her dad earning a laugh from Y/n. You turned to see Baekhyun already looking at you with a grin, he shook his head.

“I’m just watching, don’t mind me~” He waved.

You smiled back, patting the seat beside you for him to sit. “Come.”

Baekhyun happily sat beside you, taking your hand in his.

“Oh—this is something I’m going to have to get use to.” Sophia shook her head.

“Oh come on. I’ve seen you do worse with some guys.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re just holding hands.”

“I know, I know. It’s still new for me, okay? I’m trying.”

“I know I’m just teasing you.” You stuck your tongue out at her.

“We should pack up soon, you two have school tomorrow right? Midterms as well?”

You both groaned in unison, “Don’t remind me.” Sophia sighed. “I haven’t been studying as much.”

The car ride back as calm, Sophia fell asleep in the back seat. Soft music played on the radio and Baekhyun’s soothing voice sung to you. You were in a daze listening to him as you watched his pretty lips form words. His hand held yours, and his other on the steering wheel.

“Baekhyun.” You called quietly, your head laying on the head rest.

“Hmm?” He glanced at you for a second. But in a second his heart stopped.

You were looking up at him with the prettiest eyes and pouty lips, he couldn’t help but to pout at how adorable you looked, so sleepy.

“If you’re tired Y/n, go to sleep.” He said with a pout. “Eh? Why are you pouting all of a sudden?” You giggled.

“Because.. you looked so cute.” Baekhyun confessed, becoming embarrassed as he said it out loud. “Just then when you looked at me..”

“Ohh..I see.” You

“It’s not like that, Y/n.” Baekhyun warned. You giggle at his defensive tone, shaking your head at how easy he was to tease sometimes. “So..” Baekhyun began, “Now that we’re together, will you be coming over more often?” You heard the hesitation in his tone as he asked, causing your eyes to shift back to his face. His expression was neutral. Baekhyun accepted if you wanted to remain living alone, as you two were only just beginning a relationship. But he did want to be around you almost 25/8 if possible.

“Of course Baekhyunie.” You teased, pinching his cheek. He turned his head with a dead stare, clearly not into your teasing. You giggled at the look on his face, you haven’t seen that one before. “Am I teasing you too much? Or am I babying you too much?” You asked in a childish tone.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes diverting them back onto the road. “I just want to see you often Y/n.” The way he said your name gave you goosebumps. His tone careful and smooth, like chocolate.

“I do too. I want to see you all the time.” You smiled back at him as the neutral expression turned into a happy one.

“You’re mean when you don’t want to be teased.” You huffed. “But you’re so quick to tease me.”

Baekhyun shook his head, “Because that’s my job. If I can’t tease you then where’s the fun?” He turned his head to flash you a smirk. You rolled your eyes at it, of course that was his reply.

“So…” Sophia scratched the back of her head as you all unloaded your things into the house. “Are you going to stay over?” She asked timidly.

“Yeah, uh—“

“We have some things to talk about, if that’s okay.” Baekhyun said to Sophia, grabbing your shoulder. You were confused, it didn’t show on your face as Baekhyun dragged you to his room. Sophia nodded carrying her things to her room. “I’ll be in my room, Ill probably go back to sleep honestly.”

Baekhyun shut the door behind him with his foot, looking at your confused look you gave him. “What?”

“We need to talk?”

“Y/n I just said that because I wanted you to myself.” Baekhyun walked closer wrapping his arms around your waist. “I actually have some work I need to be doing about now but, I just want to cuddle with you.” He pouted, resting his cheek on your head.

“You’re such a big baby.” You laughed, rubbing his side gently. “Your work is more important if it needs to be done, hmm?”

“No…” Baekhyun’s tone told you he was lying.

“Baekhyun.” You said sternly, pinching his side.

“Ah—Okay! I need to work on some online stuff.” His permanent pout was back as he detached himself from you to take out his laptop and plop on the bed. You rolled your eyes, unpacking some of your things and putting them away. Baekhyun let you have some space in his closet and a few empty drawers.

It honestly made your heart flutter to be able to put your things by his, to be able to have everything you needed right here. It was such a dumb thing to be so happy over, but it made your heart full.

Baekhyun tilted his head as he watched you stand in the closet, in a daze. “Bambi?” He called to not scare you. Was there a bug or something?

You turned your head to Baekhyun, blinking a few times. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

“Oh no, you were just standing there.” He laughed at your clueless expression.

You changed your clothing into something comfortable, a loose sweater and pair of leggings.

His arms folded over his chest as he observed your figure. His eyes landed on your exposed chest, the marks he left last night remaining.

“Mmm.” He hummed pleasantly with a grin on his face as you came closer to sit on the other side of the bed. You sat beside him, scooting closer to see what he was doing. His arms were crossed so you were clueless to why he wasn’t working.

“Hmm?” You asked when you felt his gaze on you, “Why are you just sitting here staring—“

Baekhyun interrupted you with a brief kiss. His lips desperately needing yours on them, he smiled as he pulled back. He could see the dazed look in your eyes as your lips stayed parted.

“Oh.” Your lips formed a single word with no meaning, just needing to say something in response to what happened. “God Y/n.” He laughed, patting your cheek. “Earth to Y/n? Yoo-hoo!”

You shook your head coming back to reality, Baekhyun’s fingers lifting your chin slightly. Sorry, I don’t know why I just blanked.”

“It was that good?” He grinned, leaning back in his spot. Baekhyun looked down at his laptop, how could he get work done if you were here?

“Hmm, no.” You lied rolling your eyes, “How could your kiss do such a thing?”

“Oh so it wasn’t good?” Baekhyun raised a brow at you.

You shook your head, laughing to yourself. Teasing Baekhyun brought out something in him, it was funny to see it each time.

“Fine I won’t kiss you anymore.” He declared, looking back at his computer as he began to work again. “Don’t ask for any either.”

You pouted, Baekhyun was such a brat. “Not even one?” You asked, not getting a response from the man who typed away on his keyboard. “So now I’m getting the silent treatment?” You teased. Inside your were pouting that he wasn’t answering you, not even a single glance.

“Pleaseee?” You asked, trying to gain his attention. Baekhyun stayed focused, your attempts at getting his attention failing ultimately.

Laying on your side, you wrapped your arm around Baekhyun’s forearm hugging it. He rolled his eyes, grinning at your frustration. You watched as he scrolled, typed, read, rewrote. Your eyes felt heavier the longer you watched. But you liked the way his hands moved over the keys, his pretty fingers hitting each button delicately. How was it possible he had such perfect hands.

Your head nodded off as you let sleep finally take you. Baekhyun didn’t notice till your head his his side. He looked down, shaking his head at your squished cheek from laying against him. Your arms loosely wrapped around his, he continued his work for what felt like an hour before feeling tired himself. The drive back took most of your guy’s day, from morning till afternoon. It was inevitable that he’d start feeling sleepy sooner or later.

Baekhyun shut off his laptop, yawning as he set it on his bedside table then took off his glasses. He shifted till he was laying on his side, holding you in his arms as he shut his eyes.

“Hm, so it looks like i’ve won.” He heard you say into his chest.

Baekhyun was confused also shocked you had woken up. “Win?”

“I got your attention.” You said. Baekhyun slapped your bum playfully, “Stop with the childishness or you’re going on my naughty list.”

“Naughty list? Who else is there.”

“There’s only a spot for you.”

“Not much of a list then.” You giggled when Baekhyun smacked his lips at your response.

“Go back to sleep.” He commanded. “I feel like all I do is sleep with you, literally.”

Baekhyun smiled, rubbing your hip. “I like it though, being with you like this is always nice and relaxing.”

“You’re right, I like it too.” Your smile took over your face as you snuggled close to Baekhyun, he held you securely as he tried to fall asleep.

If it wasn’t for your random noises you made in your sleep he would’ve been asleep. You kept him awake for what felt like 45 minutes, your whimpers and moans in your sleep were stirring his insides.

He checked to make sure you were awake and playing a joke on him, but you were indeed asleep. He swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to put a bit of distance between you two but you whined whenever he moved.

He couldn’t win.

Baekhyun laid still, he was painfully hard at this point. What was he to do? He didn’t want to wake you up, but he wouldn’t move or go to sleep.

He sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “This is torture.”

You stirred in your sleep, turning the opposite way. Your backside was on display for Baekhyun now, he obviously couldn’t resist it. Not in this moment anyway.

His hand reached out slowly, traveling over the curve of your back and over the roundness of your ass. He squeezed it lightly, before his fingers traveled lower. He grazed over your folds, through your thin leggings he could feel everything.

Baekhyun sighed as he touched himself, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. His brows were pinched together as he rubbed your clit from the back, his fingers becoming damp. His other hand dipper below his sweats grabbing himself now, he pumped himself slowly at first, following the pace of his fingers. He felt your body move, backing up onto his fingers. He paused, looking over at you cautiously.

You were dead asleep, but your hips were moving on their own. Backing up until his entire hands cupping your sex. Baekhyun’s lips parted at this, confused but too horny to question it. He wanted to feel you on his fingers desperately, he ached to graze your wells with his digits.

He continued his repeating actions, speeding up when he felt himself coming closer to his orgasm. He felt your muscles in your thighs clench closing down on his hand and fingers, your hips rocked against his hand. Sweet quiet whimpers fell from your lips, Baekhyun’s ears picked up on them. He could clearly see your eyes closed, but were you actually asleep? He pinched your clit to get a genuine reaction from you, you didn’t do much. Your hips pushed back further until your ass was against Baekhyun’s thigh. You were practically inviting him to fuck your thighs as this point. Baekhyun couldn’t resist the urge, he sat up quickly positioning your hips in the perfect angle your thighs squished together as he let his dick spring free.

He lined himself up before sliding through the tiny gap in your thighs. He sighed loudly, his hand on your hip. Baekhyun’s eyes closed as he slowly moved his hips, his cock being warmed between your thighs.

‘Was this a fantasy, or a dream’ He thought. Were you actually this deep of a sleeper? You couldn’t be.

You knew Baekhyun was awake, you faked all your noises to get him to sink to such measures. Your plan to get back at him actually worked. But at this point, as he’s fucking your thighs. You’re contemplating if this was actually pay back. You wanted him to fuck you so aggressively, driving him to the point of sheer desperation. But he was like a horny dog humping your leg. In this case, jerking himself off on your thighs. You weren’t particularly complaining since he was hitting your clit along the way. But nothing beats skin to skin contact. Sometimes dry humping can be fun, desperate touching and eager thrusts.

Baekhyun leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, you felt your heart flutter. He’s never done such a thing before.

You were so desperate for touch you were going crazy over a simple kiss. This was a stupid idea the more you thought about it, you had to “wake up” at some point right? Nobody sleeps this heavy.

Baekhyun saw your head turn, your eyes slowly blinking open, had he woken you finally? He could have you all now. Growing impatient he leaned down, wrapping his arm under your chest. He grabbed your throat gently bring you into a kiss.

You were shocked that was the first thing he thought of doing once he realized you were awake.

“You’re finally awake.” He whispered against your lips, “You don’t know what you’ve done, Y/n.”

Oh but you do. Your mind drifted to all the ways you could tease him right now, but that wasn’t your focus.

“Huh?” You acted clueless, looking up into his eyes. Baekhyun sighed at your tired expression, laying on your tummy and your ass pressed right into his groin. His heart beat picked up, almost racing.

“You’re in the mood?” You asked under him, your finger tips grazed his arm that wrapped around you.

“Mmm.” He hummed in response, “I tried sleeping, but you were being so loud. Y/n.” His words gave you goosebumps, you obviously knew. Hearing him admit it was different though, it made your thighs tense slightly.

“I’m glad you’re up now,” He kissed your jaw pushing his hips into your ass. “We can have some fun hmm?”

“Hmm, is that what you want Baekhyunie?”

“Excuse me?” He was about to laugh at what you’d call him if it weren’t for your sultry eyes looking back at him with your lip caught between your lips. He was desperate.

“Yes it is.” He answered, “Let me make you feel good, Y/n.”

“No, I…” You gathered the courage to confess what you truly wanted. “I wan’t you to be rough with me tonight.”

Baekhyun’s brows raised at your wish, “Rough? Are you sure Y/n?” Was this your way of surrendering yourself to him. Your first night back as a couple and you want him to be aggressive?

“Mhm.” You smiled up at him, his usual playful eyes were the exact opposite.

Without a word Baekhyun yanked down your bottoms, you didn’t bother wearing underwear since it was your pajamas. It worked toward Baekhyun’s favor, he chuckled. He tossed your bottoms off the bed, cupping your sex with his bare hand.

A gasp left your lips. “Don’t be surprised now Y/n.” Baekhyun teased, wiggling his finger between your folds.

He positioned your hips his way, rubbing over your clit as he did so. When you were to his liking he leaned back on his knees seeing your spread legs and ass on full display.

“Hmm.” He hummed in satisfaction, you were in the perfect position. “Keep this position sweetie, if you falter I’ll punish you.”

Baekhyun’s words sent chills up your spine, his hand gripping onto your hips as he came closer. You felt him brush over your clit before pushing into you. You sighed, your brows pinching together at the sensation. Every time you two had sex, you were so light headed and drunk off the feeling. You felt as if you couldn’t get enough of him, you wanted everything from him.

Baekyun didn’t give you time to adjust, his hips thrusted into you deeply. He didn’t slow his pace, only making you keep up with him. His hand reached up to wrap around your wrist, he pulled it and put it behind your back, restraining you. “Ah!” You gasped as your balance was thrown off, your face fell into the pillow. Baekhyun chuckled.

“Don’t forget what I said, Y/n.” He reminded you, patting your hip. “Just because I’m restraining you a bit you want to slump like that?”

You sat up the best you could, your wrist in his hand rolling your sorely. Your fingers curled into a fist. Baekhyun noticed, looking down curiously, was this painful? He loosened his grip on your wrist, watching as your hand searched to grab his own.

“Mm-“ You tried to speak out, feeling his loosening grip on your wrist made you panic. You wanted him to hold you here, the sting in your shoulder and wrist felt so good. “Don’t let go.” You said quietly.

Baekhyun’s brown eyes darted from your moving lips to your wrist. “Alright, Sweetheart.”

Your tummy exploded with butterflies at the nickname you hadn’t heard in a while. When the word fell from his lips it was like a million kisses over your face, the warmest hug, the brightest smile.

Such a sweet nickname in such a dirty setting, Baekhyun knew what he was doing to you. That little shit. You were caught off guard when Baekhyun smacked your ass harshly, you yelped at the sting.

Baekhyun grinned down at you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He liked your surprised noises.

Baekhyun wasn’t sure if he wanted to be rough as you had told him moments ago, he was feeling like cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply. Treating you like the princess he saw you as. Was being rough even in his nature? Sure he was needy at sometimes, being a little aggressive here and there. You giving yourself to him so freely, so easily, he wanted to fight for the control. Being given it so willingly by you was endearing in his eyes, you trusted him so much you surrendered your body and pleasure to him.

He found it so cute, how you squirmed under him desperately. The sweater you wore bunched up at your waist, the cute color of your skin exposed from your hips down. He stared in awe, his heart beating faster. Was this all his? He couldn’t believe it, even if it was the truth.

Baekhyun was in a daze, his hips moving on their own, he could feel the pleasure but as he thought about you he was in a daydreaming state. His hand pushed under your sweater feeling how warm your skin was under his fingertips, you shivered in return.

“Your hands are always so damn cold.” You closed your eyes when they cupped your breasts, the cold feeling against them made you more aroused.

“Are you always this talkative?” He joked as he leaned down to kiss the back of your neck.

“Take it off.” You pleaded, you wanted his lips all over your shoulders and back. You wanted him to leave marks only you’d be able to see later.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” He teased as he pulled your sweater off your body. He was mesmerized at your skin tone glowing in such low lighting. Baekhyun lowered himself to the back of your neck, leaving a single kiss. You shivered as he expected, his lips smiled against your skin. He kisses over your shoulders, sucking on random spots and leaving love marks.

Baekhyun thought hickeys were some cliche teenage thing kids did, but when you proposed the idea to him. You left marks over his neck, he loved the feeling of your tongue sliding over his neck, your lips peppering kisses all over. He fell in love, and from then on he wanted to give you them. No where so obvious, but places he would find them again, reminding him of your nights together.

He adorned your back with kisses, his hands caressing your sides and hips. You smiled against the pillow, the feeling of his fingertips dragging up and down your waist made you feel so small. Here he was leaned over you, cock buried deep in you gently kissing over your back. What kind of contrast would this be called?

“You’re thinking so hard you can’t hear me hmm?” You heard Baekhyun ask, his eyes were looking at the side of your side he could see.

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes? Alright then.”

“Wait—“

Baekhyun flipped you over onto your back as he placed himself between your legs, putting them over his shoulders.

“I asked you if I could eat you out till you were crying.” Baekhyun clarified. “I knew the answer anyways.” He grinned up at you slyly.

“O-Oh.”

He didn’t waste anytime licking up your clit slowly, keeping eye contact without faltering. Your parted lips and slight red tinge over your cheeks told Baekhyun you were enjoying yourself. Your thighs shook slightly when he ran his tongue over your clit repeatedly. Such a sensation made you feel too sensitive, it was like a jolt going through your entire body. Baekhyun chuckled, apologizing.

“You’re cruel.” The words left your lips as Baekhyun ran his hand over your tummy.

“Hmm, I’m not the one who wanted me to be ‘rough’ am I?” He tilted his head at you.

You pouted, “I’m so tired, I want cuddles at this point.”

“Cuddles? Aww.” He placed a kiss by your pubic bone, leaning up to place more kisses over your tummy until he reached under your breasts. “I’ll make the accommodation.”

Baekhyun turned you on your side as he laid behind you with his arms on your hips.

“You know..” You began, realizing the position you two were in. “At this angle it would feel really nice.”

“Darling, could you make up your mind?” Baekhyun whispered by your ear. “But..I do agree.”

You bit your lip at his husky voice, with it being right by your ear you got goosebumps. You reached behind you traveling down until your hand felt him, you guided him to your entrance. You decided to tease him by only rubbing him over your folds. He sighed by your ear, his forehead resting on the back of your shoulder.

“Fuck, Y/n. Right now?” His voice was strained, your hand wrapped around him felt good, but you teasing him like this was torture.

You giggled deciding it was enough, you let him slide into you slowly. You both let out a noise of relief, Baekhyun’s breath against your skin made you feel chills. Baekhyun couldn’t move for a second, taking in how tight you were from this angle. Your were impatient though, you began moving your hips yourself when Baekhyun waited a second too long. He sucked in a breath.

“Y/n—“ His whine was like music to your ears, it caused you to moan quietly.

His hand grabbed your hips in some attempt to ground himself.

“Fuck. You’re so tight like this, I needed a second.” He whispered. “Be patient hmm?” His lips pressed against your shoulder.

“But, I want you.” Your childish tone made Baekhyun chuckle, his chest vibrating against your back.

“I’ll grant this one wish for you.” He pressed another kiss on your shoulder. “Try not to be loud.”

His hips pushed himself into you deeply, it was almost painful. The pain became pleasurable as he kept thrusting in and out, but your clit felt so lonely.

You took Baekhyun’s hand on your hip and pushed it down between your thighs. He got the message easily, letting his finger please you how you liked it. His lips found your neck, kissing it gently as his hips thrusted slowly.

The feeling of his lips on your neck, his fingers on your clit, and his cock angled inside you was all too much. It felt so overwhelmingly pleasurable, you loved being in his embrace, trapped between his chest and his hand holding you in place. Your eyes shut as his lips traveled up to behind your ear, whispering such dirty words to them. Baekhyun loved this as much as you did, having you right where he needed you.

“Y/n.” He called quietly, his breathing becoming ragged.

Your head turned slightly, enough to see his fluffy hair and his eyes. “Huh?”

“Fuck—“ Baekhyun cursed when he saw the expression on your face. Fucked out and dazed, of course you were in such a state all of this pleasure was causing you to shut down.

Baekhyun kissed your jaw, bringing you back to your senses. “Don’t get so overwhelmed by the feeling baby, I’ll let you finish don’t worry.”

Baekhyun kept his word, his finger speeding up as but his thrust stayed slow. You listened to him, letting your head lay on the pillow and your eyes close again. You focused on how his fingers moved as they drew circles over your clit. Your thighs began to quiver as your orgasm hit it’s peak. Baekhyun felt your walls squeezing around him, he couldn’t hold off long enough. Baekhyun sped up his thrusts, unable to control his urge he bit your shoulder gently in frustration.

“Ah!” You yelped at the small bite from Baekhyun. “B-Baekhyun I’m too sensitive.” Your hand tried to stop his fingers on your clit, he grabs your hand in return holding your body closer to his.

“Be still for me Y/n.” His voice was so deep, desperate for some release.

You obliged to the best of your abilities, you were still so sensitive and coming down from your high.

Baekhyun quickly reached his own end, pulling out and releasing between your thighs.

“Ack..” You sighed at where he finished. “Baekhyun why.” You said annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It felt so nice though.” Baekhyun chuckled, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “Fuck…come here.” He wrapped his arms around you.

The cum squished between your thighs, it made you uncomfortable. “Mmm, clean me up. I hate this feeling.”

Baekhyun pat your hip. “Of course my love.” He got up to fetch a wet warm cloth, he cleaned between your legs wiping over your clit teasingly.

“Stop…” You whined your body jolting at his touch. “You know how sensitive I am right now?”

“I definitely do, I was just teasing you.” His laugh made your lips turn up into a small smile. You hated how charming he was, and so effortlessly he was with it.

“Shut up. Come hold me now.” You commanded patting the bed.

“You dont want to shower with me?” He offered, his back turned to you as he walked toward the bathroom door.

You whined. “Baekhyun..” You definitely were not in the mood to get up right now.

“Come on Y/n.” He called in the bathroom now, the light turned on with him entering.

“Baekhyunie.” You pleaded, sitting up nonetheless. You swung your legs over the bed but stopped when you tried to stand up. Your legs wobbled terribly as you tried.

“Baekhyun!”

“Ah! What is it? Why do you keep calling my name?” He frowned.

“Help me, please.” You frowned back at him, struggling to stand.

“Lord have mercy, Y/n. What am I going to do with you?” He grinned at you as he came to hoist you up practically walking you to the bathroom.

“I’ll make this quick so you can go sleep. Hmm princess?”

“Okay.” You pouted as he sat you on the counter.

After Baekhyun pampered you in the shower, even washing your face for you kindly. He dried you off gently, making sure he rubbed lotion all over before dressing you in one of his shirts.

“Of course you didn’t grab my pajamas.” You playfully rolled your eyes when he pulled the shirt over your head.

“You look very cute.” Baekhyun’s smile shined brightly at the sight of you in his clothing. “I like seeing you like this, it makes me happy.”

“Well if it makes you happy.” You grinned back at him. “I’ll wear them more often.”

Baekhyun couldn’t explain how flustered he became at your words, “O-Okay..” He loved seeing you only in his shirt or sweaters, you looked perfect to him. But he felt like the act was so intimate and romantic. Baekhyun found that these were the sort of things he cherished. Small moments like this, being in such a domestic relationship with you felt so calm and relaxing. Just what he needed after years of constant work. Never taking much time for himself to indulge in his personal pleasures until he found you.

He began snacking more, something he rarely did. He started doing longer skincare, something you loved doing, but something he never did. He enjoyed cooking every morning, something he did only on weekends until he became determined to feed you. You brought out the little pleasures in his life and it made him so flustered. How had he lived so long without these things, he wasn’t sure.

“Is the Baekhyun I know blushing?” You had to take the opportunity to tease him in moments like these. Of course he hated it, despised being teased by the number one person he loved to tease.

“Ah, s-stop we’re not doing this again.” He groaned stuttering, he dried his hair with a towel haphazardly. You smacked your lips at how rough he was with his hair all the time, tangling it with his towel just to have to brush the knots out later.

You took the towel from his hands to gently dry it for him. Baekhyun’s cheeks reddened further, why was he acting like such a little boy?

Was he embarrassed by the fact you’re so close to him or the fact you’re taking care of him? He couldn’t decipher his emotions, he only watched your soft eyes as he stayed still.

You looked from his wet hair to his brown eyes, they were already on you. It caused you to smile, the look on his face was one that told you he was struggling.

“Come on Baek, you know I’m only teasing you.”

“I know.”

“So why the face?” You pouted.

“Being in any vulnerable state in front of you makes me flustered.”

“Vulnerable?” You tilted your head at his words, were you making him feel small? “I didn’t mean to—“

“No, you didn’t do it purposely. I just got emotional is all.” He tried laughing at himself to relieve the slight tension. “I was thinking about how you’ve made me open my eyes and take care of myself.”

Your eyes sparkled up at Baekhyun’ he couldn’t resist looking deeply into them as he spoke. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb over the smooth skin lovingly.

“I’m glad.” You smiled, your worried expression fading away. Baekhyun’s lips pressed against yours briefly, as if to thank you.

He smiled again before rubbing his hand over your hair, he kissed your forehead. “Come on, I know you’re getting tired.”

As if on cue you let out a yawn, causing Baekhyun to coo at you teasingly.

“See.”

“I know I know.”

Baekhyun laid down, opening his arms for you to come into them. You did so without hesitation, laying your head between the crook of his neck.

“Please don’t, not there.” He whispered.

“Huh?”

“My neck is sensitive Y/n.”

His words made your cheeks burn slightly, you weren’t trying to make anything happen but it caught you off guard. Why hadn’t you known this sooner? He never asked for his neck to be kissed or anything before you gave him hickeys. But you didn’t realize then?

“Oops.” Was all you said before positioning your head on his chest instead.

“Can I be the little spoon?” Baekhyun’s quiet voice asked, it made your heart explode at his cute voice asking such a cute question.

“Of course, baby.” You tried not to sound so giddy at him asking such a question.

“I’m just…I want to be held right now.” You caught Baekhyun’s tone, it made you frown slightly.

“Come here.” You commanded quietly, “I’ll hold you, alright?”

“Mhm.” He hummed as your arms wrapped around him, you kissed the back of his neck—you forgot.

“Y/n! Stop!”

You giggled, “I’m sorry! I forgot that quickly.” You heard him huff frustratedly, it was amusing to see Baekhyun acting so reserved? “I won’t do it again.” You said placing a kiss on his shoulder instead.

“Thank you… for this.” His vulnerable voice grabbed at your heart strings, he sounded so different.

You decided not to question him, if he wanted to talk about it he would come to you. He just wanting to be held right now, and you were here to do that. You let your head lay against the pillow, his head of hair directly in front of you. It smelled like strawberries, such a sweet scent it made you smile. You kissed the back of his head, whispering how nice he smelled.

“You’re so strange Y/n.”

“I love you.”

“I—“ Baekhyun paused. “W-what?”

“I love you so much Baekhyun.”

“I-I love you too Y/n.” His grip on your hand tightened, you felt his shoulders shake slightly before he let out a quiet sob.

“Baekhyun..” You rubbed his hand with your thumb, you found it so hard to not ask what was wrong. What was troubling him, why he wanted to be held. But you didn’t, you would wait.

He will come to you when he’s ready.

Baekhyun was appreciative of this, you letting him just experience such emotions without question. His heart ached for this type of love, and now that he heard you say those words. Something in him snapped, he couldn’t control the wave of emotions and tears that came. It was unlike him to get so emotional. But it felt so nice to let it out and be comforted.

“It’s alright.” You whispered to him as he calmed down, his cries reduced to small hiccups and sniffles. Baekhyun’s eyes closed at the sound of your voice, your gentle sweet voice. “Y/n.”

“Yes my little baby.” You joked.

“Can you sing to me?”

The question caught you off guard, you’ve never sung in front of Baekhyun before. You only knew he had such an amazing singing voice, you would embarrass yourself.

“S-sure.” But you weren’t going to let him down over a little embarrassment. Your heart was beating nervously as you cleared your throat, humming quietly before trying your voice.

“Even if my heart stops beating. You're the only thing I need, with me..” You kissed the back of his head once, causing Baekhyun to smile softly.

“Even if the Earth starts shaking. You're the only thing worth taking, with me.” Your words made Baekhyun feel calm and secure, his hand over yours squeezing tightly.

“Even if the sky's on fire. Got you here, it's alright, with me.”

“And if it's all over, I’m taking this moment…with me.” You stopped when Baekhyun’s breathing became even that’s when you knew he had fallen asleep.

Your heart ached, the song you sang for him was sweet and you meant every word. The undying love between two people facing the end of the world.

You would cherish this moment with Baekhyun, listening to his light snores and cuddling up to his warm body. His small waist so huggable and his comfy broad back being the perfect place to rest your head.

You soon fell asleep, only thinking about your future with Baekhyun.

“Y/n, ah…Dad say’s breakfast is ready.”

Your eyes shot open at the voice.

“Oh—Sophia!” You said groggily. “T-thanks. I’ll be out in a second.”

“Alright!” Sophia smiled awkwardly before closing the door.

Of course it was going to be like this..your best friend in your dad’s bed and in his clothes. You felt horrible for the awkward atmosphere. But you had to try for Sophia and Baekhyun, you would become part of the family.

You slipped on your own clothing to not bother Sophia further, before leaving Baekhyun’s room to the kitchen.

“Ohh, finally look who’s up.” Baekhyun looked to you with a smile, gesturing for you to sit. “I’m making your guy’s plate don’t worry.”

You smiled back before taking a seat by Sophia, you wouldn’t purposely make it awkward. You two were still best friends and school mates.

“So…has Sungwoo been in contact with you?” You tried striking a conversation.

That seemed to peak her interest.

“Oh! I meant to tell you, we’re going on a date tonight.”

“Really? Those mountains are hours away though?” Your brows furrowed, no way he’d come drive hours for a date?

“He actually lives in town, his grandma stays up in the mountains. He occasionally comes to help.” Sophia explained.

“Ahh, I see.”

“I’m so grateful, I was worried about long distance…N-not like I’m trying to rush a relationship but you never know…right?”

Your eyes darted from Baekhyun’s wide shoulders then back to Sophia. “Right.” You giggled.

“Wow.” Sophia laughed realizing what your eyes were saying.

Baekhyun came around the island, placing plates in front of you two then his own, sitting beside you. He smelled good, he smelled like strawberries still.

“Smell good?” Sophia asked noticing your sniffing as the food arrived.

You nodded, laughing to yourself. “I’m hungry.”

“Eat up.” Sophia and Baekhyun said simultaneously. They shared a look before rolling their eyes.

After breakfast Sophia disappeared to hang with her new male friend Sungwoo. You and Baekhyun stayed home, Baekhyun catching up on some work sadly. He always worked when he needed to, he never put it off or procrastinated. He was strict about that part.

As you were sat scrolling through your phone watching funny videos, Baekhyun got up to clean his glasses.

“Ah! Baek look at this!” You giggled, running to show him a video of dog taking his owners camera and running with it. The video was the dog’s point of view, it was funny to you.

“Can’t you see I’m cleaning my glasses, Amy?”

“Oh—Amy?” You were taken back, your brows furrowing slightly.

“Y/n—I-oh my god. Why did I say that?”

“Who is Amy?”

Baekhyun shook his head putting his glasses back on, “She’s an architect we’re working with on this building project.” He explained, it made you let out a breath you were subconsciously holding in.

“Why…Did Y/n get jealous?” He gasped dramatically.

“Shut up.” “You did! I knew it, wow Y/n. I’ve never seen this side of you.” He teased further, he brought back two cups of yogurt. “Here.” He handed one to you. “A snack break.”

You pouted taking the cup and spoon.

“Go on, sit and eat. Don’t make me force feed you.” He said sternly.

“You’re going to make me gain so much weight, All we do is eat Baek.” You pinched the fat on your thighs.

“All the more to hold my dear.” He smiled slyly at you plopping back on the couch. You shook your head, standing by the couch hesitating. You wanted to talk about last night, it was on your mind all morning. Even over breakfast you could feel he was holding something in. What was it? Was it alright to ask?

You rested your hand on his shoulder, appearing behind him as you leaned down closer. You let your arms wrap around him, your lips right by his ear.

“Do you want to talk about it Baek?” You asked quietly, you would pry too much if it obviously was something he wasn’t ready to talk about. But you felt left in the dark.

He sighed, grabbing one of your hands gently. “I..I’m not sure.” He responded. Baekhyun felt conflicted with his emotions last night and they all kind of spilled out. “I want to, im just so scared I’ll start crying. I hate crying.” He huffed as if he was annoyed.

“Baekhyun, emotions are normal. And if you need to cry im right here. Alright?” You pat his chest with your other hand.

He leaned his head back, it finding your chest as he did. His eyes shut, sighing. “I suppose, if you’re here.”

“Take your time Baek, I’m right here.”

Your words but him more at ease, he took a deep breath before speaking. “When Sophia’s mother and I were together..she cheated on me. That’s why we separated and she abandoned Sophia.”

You were slightly taken back, he hadn’t told you the reason they were no longer together. You only assumed they fell out of love.

“While we were together I did everything I could to give her all my love. I would leave work early just to see her before she left for night shift.” Baekhyun’s voice fell low, unnaturally low. He was fighting back tears already.

“During that time when I was away at work, she would bring over the man she was cheating on me with. The entire time I was rushing to finish work early, skipping out on extra hours. It was for nothing because she didn’t see my effort anyway.” Baekhyun’s hand on yours fell loosely, but you held it tightly, not letting him go.

“I only ever found out years later when she said she wanted a divorce.” Baekhyun’s eyes pricked with tears, his chest feeling extremely heavy now. “She was my first and ever everything. But, I was just another one of her many men she used. She never loved me to begin with, only what I could get her.”

“A-and last night, I don’t know—I.. When we were close to each other, you just reminded me how much you’ve given to me and how much love you’ve given to me—to us.” Bae

You felt your heart sank at his words. “Baekhyun..” You called quietly.

He opened his watery eyes up at you, his brows furrowed. “Y-yes my love?” Even in such a moment like this he calls you his.

“I meant it, when I said I love you.” You let your thumb wipe away his stray tears that fell, his lip quivering.

“And I did too. I love you Y/n.” Baekhyun’s eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. “She never once showed me an ounce of love, and after meeting you and loving you. You made me realize that. And—and..” Baekhyun’s emotions became too much, he quickly shut his eyes to gather himself. “And it made me see how amazing love it, how good being with someone you trust and respect is. Y/n, you’re my first everything. You’re my first in the sense to have done everything with love being your intention.” Baekhyun opened his teary eyes again, he couldn’t lift them to look at you again. He felt so embarrassed and vulnerable, he’s never opened up to someone like this. Never in such an emotional way.

You were speechless at first, you felt your lip quiver as his words only now sunk in. Baekhyun had put so much into a relationship-even having a kid- but only for it to be thrown to the side by the one person he did it all for. You felt so honored to be the one to show Baekhyun the love he deserved, even if for only a short period of time.

“You make my heart hurt so much, just seeing you cry like this Baekhyun.” You laughed sadly, “I hate this. I hate knowing you’ve suffered so much. You and Sophia.” You sniffed, knowing your tears were dropping from your cheeks slowly.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Baekhyun reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear and wiping a tear. “Come here.” He pulled you around the couch, pulling you down into his lap and warm embrace.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He held your head to his chest and pet over your head.

“No, it’s alright. Crying is healthy remember?” You rubbed his side, letting your arm wrap around his waist loosely. “I’m glad you opened up to me, I know it’s hard to do. Especially when it hurts this bad.”

Baekhyun’s heart fluttered uncontrollably at your kind words, he knew in that moment you were the only one he wanted. The only one he would love, the only one he would call such endearing nicknames. The only one he would tease and give endless kisses to.

When Baekhyung was silent for too long you opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was gazing down at you with soft brown eyes and a small smile on his lips. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were red from crying.

“What?” Are you alright?” You asked pouting slightly.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He leaned his head back on the couch closing his eyes. “Thank you, Y/n. For everything.”

“Y-you’re welcome?”

“You were just supposed to take it silently.” Baekhyun teased.

You frowned at him even if he didn’t see it. “Fine.” You rolled your eyes before thinking, “Thank you, for being so easy to love.” You giggled.

Baekhyun raised a brow at your question. “Easy to love?”

“You’re so kind and gentle, you’re not hard to please and you’re so understanding. You’re the sweetest lover, I’m lucky to have you Baekhyun.” You smiled when he looked back down at you.

“Sweetest lover you say?” Baekhyun repeated dreamily, he felt like he was in a daze at your words.

“Yes, give yourself some credit hmm?” You tapped his side teasingly.

“You too…” He said slightly embarrassed. “You’re the only one to put up with me.”

“Put up with you isn’t the correct term. I’d say accepting you is better.” You corrected placing a kiss on his exposed collarbone.

“Y/n.” He whispered, he earned your attention causing you to look up. When you did he leaned down to place his lips on yours. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He wanted to hold you and just give you all of him, he felt the overwhelming urge to do so. He wasn’t sure if it was the emotions getting to him again.

You smiled into the kiss, caressing his jaw gently. You rubbed your thumb over his cheek as your lips slowly moved over his. His kisses made you feel dizzy and drunk, of course that was his natural effect on you all the time. Addicting just as he was.

You pulled back, watching as his lips spread into a grin. “I needed this.” Baekhyun said.

“I’m happy you feel better.” You smiled back at him, pecking his lips once more. “How about take out and some scary movies?” You suggested.

He groaned, throwing his head back on the couch. “Y/n…I can’t I still have so much work to catch up on.”

You pouted slightly, but notheless nodded moving to roll off of him. He stopped you with his arms.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He raised his brow at you.

“You said you had work to do.” You reminded him, placing a hand on his chest. “Right?” “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you cuddling me..” He said quietly, his cheeks turning a light pink.

“You want me to be your lap dog hmm.” You joked, resting your head back on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. He shivered at your arms grazing his sides.

“You know what I mean.” He corrected rolling his eyes as he grabbed his laptop again sitting it on the arm of the couch.

“This isn’t so bad. I can scroll with one hand. And I can use this hand to..” Baekhyun rubbed your back up and down soothingly. His kind gesture causing your lips to part as if to say something, but went quiet.

“I can tell you’re thinking.” He said quietly. “You’ve gone quiet.”

“I was going to say this feels so nice. Being close to you and in your arms without being a nuisance.” You whispered.

“You’re never a nuisance, Y/n.” He corrected sternly. It almost shocked you how serious his tone gotten. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re so busy, I just don’t want to get in your way. I know what it’s like being so busy and overwhelmed. Adding a person to worry about on top of that is stressful to you isn’t it?” Your question made Baekhyun’s brows furrow. He shook his head.

“Well is it stressful for you?” “No.” “Then that’s your answer from me. No. Y/n you’re never in my way, I enjoy having you around especially while I’m working. I have someone to love, to talk to and keep me company.

“You’re just so good with words hmm?” You teased pinching his side.

“Ah! That hurt!” Baekhyun’s cute whine filled the air, you giggled trying to hit your amusement.

“I think I just want to stay like this.”

“Like this?”

“Mhm.”

“Forever.”

“Only when I can get you alone.”

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[soobinscutedimples]

i wish i could stay forever.

jaemin x fem reader

genre:fluff

a/n: in honor of glitch mode and jaemin always lookin fine let’s start it off with a jaemin fluff <3

[11:30am]

fuck, your stuck in math class without jaemin and he’s in history, it’s another hour until lunch and you can’t stand another hour without jaemin, we were gonna skip school and go to the mall at lunch but you really can’t stand it anymore, the period ends at 12:00pm and lunch is at 12:30, you check your phone to see that it’s 11:56am, just four minutes till the period ends, you take out your airpod’s and begin to listen to music, you get a text from jaemin asking if you have the black card.

jaemin !!

hey y/n, do you have the black card on you?

yes i always have the black card on me, why?

oh no i’m just asking if i forget mine here

you and jaemin both come from rich families, your mom works as a surgen and your dad owns a famous restaurant in japan, that’s why you only see him three times a year because your all the way in korea, you hear the bell ring and you get out of that class like the floor is lava, you bump into jaemin and give him a huge hug

“we have english next right?” you ask and smile

“yup!” he hugs you tighter and you both walk to english class, you guys get in the room and it seems you guys have a substitute, jaemin suddenly takes something out from his bookbag and it’s a necklace making kit, he puts it on the desk and grabs your hand and placed it on the kit

“for us” you smile up and him and open it, you get the piece of string and start putting white colored beads on the string because you know that’s his favorite color. 20 minutes pass and it’s now 12:20, 10 more minutes to go. you then finish the necklace with a little sunflower and you tie it.

“done !” you put the necklace in front of him and put it on him.

“it looks pretty!” you say, he admires the necklace for a second and smiles

“it’s cute.” he says and hugs you, he puts the kit away and he gives you one airpod, he puts the other airpod in and starts playing music, you put your head on his shoulder because your kinda tired, you suddenly hear the bell ring and grab your stuff and get out the building, you guys get in jaemins car and he drives to the mall, you guys get out the car and enter the mall

“where should we go first?”

“let’s go to spencer’s to see if we want anything there” you smile and hold his hand, you guys walk to spencer’s and see a bunch of clothez, you see this one really pretty shirt that has one of your favorite artist on it and you tap jaemins shoulder

“do you like this shirt?” you ask him, he nods and holds it in his hand, you look at the bracelets and see a crystal bracelet so you take it and go look for jaemin, you look everywhere for jaemin except for the back, you go to the back of spencer’s and see jaemin looking at the toys, your jaw drops and your eyes widen, jaemin turns around and sees you looking straight at him, he runs to you and covers your eyes as he walks you to the cashier, he takes his hand off your eyes and you pay with your card, you take the bag and wait for him outside of the store

“woah..what the hell” you say to yourself and laugh, jaemin comes out the store and rubs the back of his neck

“yeah..i’m sorry you had to see that” you laugh and you hold his arm

“it’s fine jaemin, i’ve seen even worse” you smile, you guys walk to the pretzel stand and get two pretzels for you two, you guys sit down and eat your food, while you were eating jaemin was just staring at you admiring your beauty, once you finished eating you checked the time and it’s already 5pm, school is finished by now, you guys were walking around the mall and going into stores and buying stuff, there was a tattoo spot in the mall and you guys decided to get matching bear tattoos, you and jaemin walked in the store and showed the artist the tattoo you guys wanted, it was a brown bear holding a heart, you got yours tattooed on your wrist and he got his tattooed on the side of his neck, the total was $124 for the both of you so you paid and walked out with jaemin, by then it was already 9pm,

“hey y/n, do you wanna go to the rooftop? i heard they have a cute cafe up there and it’s for hang outs too.” you nod your head and you guys take the elevator to the rooftop, once you guys get to the rooftop you and jaemin can see the stars in the dark blue sky, you take out your phone and take a photo of it, he grabs your hand and walks to a blanket on the floor that’s available, you both sit down and he goes to get you both drinks, he comes back with honeydew boba for you and iced coffee for himself, he takes a photo of you drinking your boba and you start to smile, he takes out his phone and starts recording you two looking at the stars and suddenly he turns to you and just goes in for a kiss, his lips met yours and you were shocked, you decided to kiss back and grab his face, he put his phone down and he grabbed your waist and put you on his lap, you both continued kissing and once you two were out of breath you guys smiled at each other, he looked at you straight in the eyes and asked.

“y/n, i like you a lot. will you perhaps..be my girlfriend?” you nod aggressively and smile a lot, he kisses you one more time, you get off his lap and lay your head on him, you guys have been sitting there for an hour now and you guys are just watching the stars.

“the stars are pretty right?” you ask

“not as pretty as you though.” he chuckles and holds your hand, he then suggests that you guys should go home and get some rest, you both get up and take the elevator to the first floor and walk out the mall to the parking lot and you both get in the car, he starts the car and drives you home. once you arrive back home he gives you a kiss on the lips and smiles.

“i hope you had fun today.” he said

“i did” you smiled and kissed his forehead before grabbing your bags and leaving to your house, you looked at his car and waved bye to him and he drove off, you unlocked the door and plopped onto your bed and fell asleep.

[atlaculture]

Cultural Fashion: Avatar Kuruk’s Design

Kuruk - Bear (Pawnee) or to lower one’s head in humility or sadness (Iñupiaq).

Avatar Kuruk’s design takes inspiration from a variety of Inuit, First Nation, and Native American groups. The overall silhouette of his outfit appears to be inspired by the traditional clothing of Gwich’in, a First Nation people native to Alaska and Canada; note the capelet and V-shaped trim at the bottom of the shirt. The elaborate beaded trimming is replaced with fur for Kuruk’s design, but I believe that’s mostly for ease of animation.

His necklace, as mentioned in an earlier post of mine, appears to be based off of bone chokers, which are typically associated with Great Plains tribes. His shoes appear to be inspired by traditional Inuit kamik; which are soft boots traditionally made of reindeer (caribou) skin or sealskin and worn by arctic aboriginal people.

Finally, the bear headdress. It was actually pretty frustrating researching this, since it’s one of those “iconic” cultural items that gets assigned to the entirety of indigenous peoples, much like war bonnets (feather headdresses). One tribe that uses a bear headdress in their cultural practices are the St’át’imc of Lillooet, British Columbia in the Interior Plateau region. The woman featured in the picture is Laura Grizzlypaws, a famous St’át’imc performer. Her St’át’imc name is “Stálhalamcen – Grizzly Paws” and she belongs to the people of Xwisten, the Bear Clan. Grizzlypaws uses bear pelts in dances meant to pay respect to the grizzly bear.

It’s also worth noting that Kuruk appears to be wearing a polar bear’s pelt. According to Wikipedia, in Inuit religion, Nanook (Polar Bears) are considered to be the masters of all bears. Inuit hunters worshiped the Nanook as they believed it was the bear who decided if the hunt would be successful or not. Respect was given to Nanook by the hunter hanging the bear's hide in a special section of his igloo, where it would stay for several days. Legend says that if a dead Polar Bear was treated properly by the hunter, its spirit would share the good news with other bears who would allow themselves to be hunted. Bears would stay away from hunters who failed to pay respect.

With this context in mind, that Kuruk chooses to wear a polar bear headdress when Aang first meets him reveals so much about his character. First, we immediately realize he must have been a magnificent hunter to have owned such a pelt. Second, he clearly respected what he hunted, as he only wears the pelt when introducing himself to another Avatar; he doesn’t wear it when he’s doing something frivolous, like surfing or making out with his girlfriend. Third, Aang first meets Kuruk when he’s conflicted about taking Ozai’s life. Kuruk chooses to appear before Aang with the headdress on; he’s subtly reminding Aang that taking a life isn’t always an innately malicious or callous act.

So yeah, Kuruk’s a pretty cool guy.

[xmint-conditionx]

art on exhibit | myg + jhs feat. knj

pairing: sugardaddy!hoseok x fem!reader, ceo!yoongi x fem!reader, brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, dom!yoongi w/c: 5k but i feel like it should be so much longer for some reason smh summary: you and your sugar daddy, hoseok, are big fans of exhibitionism, but this is the craziest you’ve ever taken it. most of his prestigious party guests are jumping to get to get their hands on you. will you be able to handle it? tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, remote controlled vibrator, almost reaching limits, spanking, marking, biting, ball gag, degradation (slut), praise, punishment, crying, light oral (f recieving), public humiliation, rope play, shibari, suspension, almost like being pimped out but u like it?, open relationship, hoseok is sort of protective tho, overstimulation, subspace, the orgasm nearly kills you, this one is real nasty, namjoon is just a guest appearance tbh but maybe later he doesn't have to be???

a/n: this thing has given me so much trouble by not appearing in tags. it didn't the first time i posted it on the old blog, and it hasn't been showing up this time either, so please feel free to give this one some extra love. also, honestly, i was sitting on this idea for a long! time! before i actually wrote it out. if i was spaced out in my last class of the day, i was probably thinking about this. i am almost proud and almost ashamed to share this with you all, lmao cause it's honestly a huge fantasy of mine. i’ve been really wanting to do a sugardaddy!hoseok thing for a while, and if you guys like this, then i think i can add more to the story. alright, y’all stay nasty. enjoy!

The ropes dig into the skin of your thighs ever so gently, and you close your eyes to listen to the din of the party that surrounds you. Guests only arrived 30 minutes ago, and you’re already dripping wet. This isn’t the first time you and Hoseok have done exhibitionism, but this is the farthest it’s ever been taken. Men and women in their best black tie attire surround you, glasses of his most expensive champagne in their hands. Not all of them are looking at you; some are too bashful to acknowledge your existence. Some only sneak glances when they think nobody else is looking. Few have come up and examined your entire naked frame, suspended from Hoseok’s ceiling in the middle of his entertainment space.

They’re examining you as if you were a piece of fine art; just another pretty and peculiar object that Hoseok has collected. You’re placed among some of his other art pieces - some Pollocks, some Dalis, some Picassos, and one O’Keefe - and somehow, you feel like you fit. That’s what Hoseok had said anyway. That since you were one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, he wanted to feature you as the work of art you are. He chose to display you in his favorite way.

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

“Don’t bother,” you say, wiggling into his hoodie and pulling the hood up and over your hair, “but you can go get me a glass.”