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ilikemesometaetaes · 4 years ago

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Blithe (M)

Kim Namjoon Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: “Blithe (adj.) - showing a casual and cheerful indifference considered to be callous or improper.” In which you face the consequences of not paying attention to your not-so-innocent behavior.

•••> Pairing(s): Namjoon/Reader, slight Namjoon/Reader/Yoongi

•••> Requested by Anon: “I have a request for a one shot 💜 three words: namjoon, daddy kink 👀 (p. s. love u)”

•••> Word Count: 6.25k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, slight choking/strangulation, spanking (lots), dirty talk, slight bondage, Daddy/Little Girl relationship, Joonie is PISSED, but he’s also caring, cursing, pining, mention(s) of a threesome, immense teasing, rough sex, punishment time

Thank you for the request, anon! This was a bit to unpack for me, but here you go! I hope you enjoy :) And I love you too!

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“But baby, we were supposed to stay in tonight.” You trapped the phone between your shoulder and ear, pausing your task of draining the pasta noodles in the titanium sink.

You were making a simple dinner for the two of you so that you could have a nice, quiet night dining on your balcony. Maybe get a little frisky and do the dirty over the railing afterward.

Your plans were completely smashed, however, when your fiancé called to cancel your plans, yet again, to work late.

“I know, my love. But I need to finish these layouts for Taehyung before tomorrow. You know how he gets if the displays aren’t in order in time.” Namjoon sighed audibly, to which you sighed with him in disappointment.

“Why can’t we just have a little bit of time together? I thought getting engaged would kind of organize our lives a little more.” You whined, dropping the empty pot back onto the counter. Just one night, God. That’s all I ask. Just one damned night with my husband-to-be.

Namjoon’s voice interrupted you, a beacon in the silence you received as a response to your plea.

“We’ll get our time. I promise, babe. Listen, I gotta go. Don’t wait up for me, okay?” You could hear his voice move away from the phone for a moment during his reply, a clear indicator that he was needed.

“Alright.” You replied dejectedly. The last you heard from him was a brisk ‘I love you’ before several beeps indicated the end of the call, taking away your opportunity to return the sentiment.

With a huff, you took your phone from your shoulder and lightly tossed it onto the counter in frustration- still mindful of breaking it, of course. He just had to work late again. On a Sunday evening. Right before your classes begun again. Of fucking course.

You were saying goodbye to the summer with a bit of an indifferent attitude; your “vacation” was filled with working a full-time job, worrying about bills, and getting engaged to Namjoon whilst a pandemic loomed over the world’s shoulders. To say that you actually had a summer was a bit generous considering all of the normal occurrences that were no longer considered “the norm.”

Despite your stressful schedule, Namjoon was always there to calm the storms brewing inside your mind. Since the moment you started dating freshman year, his words of wisdom and natural calming effect kept the worry from suffocating you.

You were always an over-thinker. Since you could remember, you worried about every single minute detail of your life. When Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend across a table of the university’s café, you stared at him and waited for him to tell you that he was being facetious. Surely he didn’t actually like you, right? A man like Namjoon had no business wanting to date a girl like you- or so you thought.

“So…” You trailed off, coffee cup in your hand slightly dented from your tight grip. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

You admit, your tone was a little monotonous and emotionless- an instant defense mechanism due to your belief that he was playing a cruel joke on you. Staring into his eyes through the lenses of his glasses, however, you only found sincerity gazing back at you.

“Y/N,” He reached out and placed his hand over yours on the cup, automatically soothing your grip on the poor thing. “I’ve liked you for months now. I’d honestly really like it if you could be my girlfriend.”

You stared at his hand over yours, loving the warmth and softness as it calmed your racing mind. He actually wanted you to be his girlfriend? Like, the type to hold hands and kiss and maybe fuck a little?

Oh good lord, how you wanted to fuck him.

Being friends with Namjoon was filled with positivity in everything except your sex life. Sure, you didn’t really have one being a double major and all, but that didn’t prevent your imagination from running away from you whenever you studied him too closely.

You’d stare at him from time to time, imagining nasty things that you would do with him, but it only left you aching and wanting with a very damp patch in your panties every time. You were thirsted to the brink of desperation, finding yourself close to downloading Tinder just to have a dick to fuck yourself onto. But no, even that felt like a betrayal to Namjoon despite his lack of knowing that you imagined sitting on his face almost every night.

So once you actually started dating Namjoon, to say you were nervous to get between the sheets with him was an understatement. You were fucking terrified. Numerous anxious thoughts filled your mind.

What if he doesn’t like my body? What if I cum too fast like I know I will and he gets disappointed? What if I’m too loud or too annoying? Oh god, I should probably do some ‘research’ on how a Virgo man like Namjoon likes his women in bed.

You didn’t have time to worry too much, because the very next week, you and Namjoon had sex for the first time- research and all flying out the window. He wasn’t soft and vanilla but he wasn’t a monster either. It was a gorgeous balance that you found yourself loving immediately.

Through the years, your sex life had remained exciting and utterly adventurous, always ready to try new things.

Tonight, an evil idea crossed your mind in your sexual frustration. You hadn’t had sex with Namjoon in over a week, okay? You can’t be blamed.

A small snack, shower, and a few glasses of wine later, you found yourself freshly shaven and draped across your black living room couch with a romance movie playing on the TV. You wore Namjoon’s favorite set of lingerie, preparing yourself in your wine-buzzed state of mind for your plan.

Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you unlocked it and opened Snapchat to start a new chat conversation with Namjoon. You typed out your message to him and waited a moment before typing another when he didn’t open it immediately.

Babeeeeeeeeee

I’m hornyyyyyyy

Setting your phone back down on the table, you resumed watching the movie for a few minutes in wait, only to grow disappointed when ten minutes ticked by without a notification from Namjoon. Instead of waiting any longer, you picked up your phone again and decided to send him a video, double-tapping his name and readying yourself.

Once you held down the button to record, you put on your bedroom show.

The light from the TV cast the perfect glow on your body, emphasizing shadows on your curves and ridges, which did most of the work for you. You knew that he wouldn’t turn up the volume at work so you didn’t bother speaking. All you did was use your free hand to lightly trace your fingers over your skin, grasping your breast in your hand and lightly squeezing it through the black material of the lace bra piece.

After releasing the record button, you watched the video once, put a filter on it and watched it again, and then removed the filter once you decided that you didn’t need it. You watched it one last time with a satisfied smirk on your lips, sending it right after.

Carrying on with the photos and videos with the occasional cute or sexy message written in them, you grew upset by the fact that Namjoon hadn’t opened a single one in the last twenty minutes. Finally, you settled to touching yourself on camera and bringing yourself to the brink of a climax more than once only to deny yourself to make the allure of the videos even more difficult to resist.

You could only take so much before you grew irritated in your slightly drunken stupor, checking the time to find that it had been an hour since your first message to your fiancé. A groan of annoyance sounded from your throat and you finally gave up the patience to have some sexy time over the phone with him. So much for new things. I thought we were going to have a use for phone sex more often.

Tossing your phone to the other end of the couch, you continued to busy your hand on yourself, picturing Namjoon as the one touching you- as you always did on lonely nights like this one.

Once you finished the last drops of your wine, you took the bottle to the kitchen and dropped it into the recycling bin before heading to your bedroom with sinful thoughts in mind. Stripping yourself of the uncomfortable garments, you collapsed into the bed and got comfortable in preparation to finally finish yourself off.

Completely unaware of your phone lit up with a string of missed calls and snapchat notifications in the living room, you brought yourself your orgasm. As unsatisfying as it was without the help of your fiancé, you still managed to be relaxed enough to turn in for the night with the wine pairing in to send you off. You sighing contently despite missing your other half.

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Namjoon was furious as he drove home well over the speed limit.

He remembers the exact moment his switch was flipped.

His phone was bribed with elongated vibrations in his pocket, a sign that someone was messaging him on Snapchat, as he stood over the planning table. Upon a brief glance at the screen, once he pulled it out, he saw that it was you. Being notifications on Snapchat instead of regular text messages or calls, he knew the issue wasn’t an emergency.

Instead of opening them, he went right back to work after turning on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He was working extra hard to clear up his schedule for the next few days, knowing that you would appreciate the extra time he put in once he was able to stay home for you. So he needed to stay focused.

Of course, he would be staying home for himself too.

Namjoon longed to have you in his arms. Longed to hold you and touch you and feel your skin on his. Namjoon felt his slacks grow slightly tight as he let his imagination wander from him. The last time he had sex with you was over a week ago. Could you blame him?

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts so that he wouldn’t get hard in the middle of his office, he went back to work.

It wasn’t until an hour later when he finally sat in his chair to take a break.

“Hey, Namjoon?” A voice called him from his state of relaxation, prompting him to look at the source of the voice.

Min Yoongi stood in the doorway of his office, slightly shaking and shifting uncomfortably in his spot. Namjoon quickly stood up and approached him with concern for your friend.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Are you alright?” Namjoon fired at him, grabbing onto his shoulder. Yoongi looked down with a slight blush to his cheeks and Namjoon raised his eyebrow expectantly.

Instead of replying- he wasn’t very good at voicing embarrassment- Yoongi lifted his phone that was clutched in his hand and turned it so that the screen faced Namjoon, displaying a picture of a very familiar body clad in a very familiar set of lingerie with a hand placed over her core.

That’s Y/N. Namjoon’s blood ran cold.

Across the bottom of the screen was a sentence in the snapchat text box that read: ‘Come home soon, Joonie. I miss you… obviously lol’

For a split second, he thanked whatever god was looking out for him that the picture was intended for him, but the relief was swiftly replaced by jealousy and anger once he realized you accidentally sent a photo of yourself to his coworker. He understood that you and Yoongi talked- and that you were good friends- but his jealous side loomed over his head because he was the only one allowed to see your body.

The older man noticed Namjoon’s change in demeanor quickly, knowing that the younger man was upset. Yoongi was fast to defend himself.

“Namjoon, I swear that I had noth-“ Namjoon was quick to interrupt him.

“Yoongi, you did nothing wrong. Just forget the picture ever happened, hm?” Namjoon couldn’t pretend to not notice the way Yoongi’s smaller and very obviously nervous frame slightly peaked his interest.

“Of course.” Yoongi nodded and tapped on the screen so that it would disappear.

As Namjoon turned back around and went to sit in his chair, Yoongi perked up.

“I know that you told me that the two of you have been trying new things and- forgive me if I’m overstepping-” Yoongi gulped and toyed with his phone case, unable to maintain eye contact with his coworker. “But, uh… if you ever want a third-” Namjoon cut him off again before he could continue, thoughts already heading towards the subject that the older man was addressing.

“Noted.” He said curtly. “We’ll consider it.”

Namjoon saw the small smile at the corner of Yoongi’s lips, fighting the urge to smile with him. “Thanks, Namjoon. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Very well.” Namjoon bid. “Please close the door behind you.”

Once Yoongi left and enclosed Namjoon in his office, Namjoon sat back in silence for a moment, attempting to control the storm in his mind. Pulling out his phone, he gawked for a moment at the amount of notifications from you.

Snapchat

26 Notifications

Why would you message him so many times? You know that he’s busy. Regardless, Namjoon took this time to open them.

And he watched every second.

So yes, Namjoon was still furious when he came home to find you fast asleep in your shared bed, stark naked and sprawled out.

He tried calling you, snap chatting you, texting you; he tried everything to contact you so that he could tell you that he was on his way home. To no avail, his efforts went unanswered only to discover that exhaustion had won against you.

He couldn’t blame you for being needy. He couldn’t be angry when you laid there so damn cutely. Namjoon knew that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you.

But he could blame you for not paying attention and sending a thirst trap to someone who wasn’t him- even if it was someone who could potentially be involved with the two of you later on.

So yes, Namjoon was furious.

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A stinging pain burned your ass, jolting you from sleep with a start.

You yelped, body whipping around to address the sensation, only to be grabbed and held with your back tightly pressed up against another body, restrained by arms circling your waist. One arm nudged itself underneath your breasts while you stood on your knees.

Namjoon. You immediately recognized the feel of him, sighing with relief. Your heart calmed with your body as you slumped back against him.

“Why’d you do that?” You whined, relaxing your neck back to rest your head on his shoulder. His breath brushed the side of your face and trailed down your naked chest. “That hurt.”

“Because someone decided to be a naughty little girl.” He growled against the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your cartilage. You instantly became hyperaware of the bulge pressing into your naked ass, a shock of hot desire cramming itself straight into your clit in a throbbing pulse. You quivered softly.

“I needed you so much and you never came.” You whimpered as he moved his mouth lower to suckle on the skin on your shoulder.

“I know, darling, and I’m sorry. I did tell you I was staying late, though.” He tightened his hold around your body, hands curling into the flesh of your waist. “You should have listened.”

You shifted in his hold, attempting to escape it so that you could face him, but he wouldn’t let you move. Your naked body was hot with desire and he kept you bound to him tightly.

“I wanted to listen. Believe me, I did. But I wanted to do something good for the both of us.” You raised and arm to curl around the back of his neck, wanting more intimacy and closeness. “Those pictures made me feel good.”

“Did you want Yoongi to feel good too?” He said menacingly in your ear. Confusion flooded you, eyebrows immediately furrowing.

“What?”

“I said-“ Namjoon raised a hand from your body to grip your jaw in his grasp, dragging your gaze to his. “Did you want Yoongi to feel good too?”

“Joon. What are you talking about?” You were concerned, wondering why he was getting so worked up.

Were you talking to Yoongi too much? Namjoon was never jealous over your friendship with Yoongi. He was nice and kind to the both of you. Although more on the quiet side, he seemed to fit in quite nicely when he was around you and your fiancé.

“Seeing how you’re acting like you don’t know any better, I’ll treat you like you don’t know any better, little girl.” He growled again, anger obvious. He released his hold on you and pushed you forward. “Elbows and knees. Ass in the air. Now.”

You scrambled into position, excitement coursing through your veins as the adrenaline spiked your heart rate once again.

Hands trembling, you gripped the bed sheets in anticipation, biting your lip. The sound of Namjoon’s belt buckle coming undone and his trousers hitting the floor only caused the heat in your core to increase tenfold. The bed dipped down shortly afterwards and you craned your head to peak at his partially-undressed body with boxers restraining his cock. A short smack was delivered to your thigh, followed by a curt statement, “Eyes to the front, brat.”

You obeyed his command immediately, feeling him slide into a kneeling position with his legs below your stomach.

“Lay across my legs.” He murmured, hand lightly pressing down on the small of your back where it was arched. You lowered your body, draping yourself across his lap while attempting to stop your body from vibrating with pure joy. His hand slid to your right ass cheek, rubbing tender circles into the skin.

“You think it’s okay to share yourself with others?” A sharp sting licked its way across your backside, force jolting your body forward and pain eliciting a whimper from your lips, yet you couldn’t help the clench of your cunt with the sound of Namjoon spanking you incredibly loud in the quiet room.

Namjoon’s hand was quick to soothe the pain, resuming his ministrations over the afflicted area.

“No.” You wavered. Another smack, softer this time, was delivered. A yelp slipped past your lips as your body reacted to the delicious pain.

“You will address me as daddy from now on, understood?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your vocal cords struggled to maintain balance with your breathlessness, resulting in your response coming out as a whisper. Namjoon’s hand clapping against you was unexpected, pain scorching against the now-tender skin. The sensation of your hot skin slightly raising made you mindful of the fact that you would definitely bruise.

“What was that?” He asked. You tensed as his free hand slid to enclose your neck in its grip, tightening.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You said with a bit more volume despite the pressure on your trachea. Namjoon released his grip but left his hand placed on your throat.

“Good girl,” He cooed lowly, shivering at the new name that you called him. He liked it very much. “Very good girl.”

You couldn’t help but bristle proudly under Namjoon’s compliment, juices now beginning to slightly trickle down from the apex of your thighs.

“Elbows and knees.” Namjoon directed as he removed himself from below you and took away much of the heat you were feeling. “Let’s talk.”

You stared at the bed in confusion. Why were we talking now? You thought he was going to fuck you.

“So,” He began from behind you. “If you know that it’s not okay to share yourself with others, why did you share your body with Yoongi?”

What.

“Namjoon,” You turned your head to look at him seriously from your position, breaking out of the tense moment. He stood a few feet away from the bed with his black work shirt unbuttoned and rolled up at the sleeves, pectoral muscles peaking from in-between the split. The sight was accompanied by the slight appearance of a nipple and his toned abdomen. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”

“Eyes to the front or I will fucking strap you down right now.” His reply, brimming with fury and warning, was no match for your concern.

“Namjoon.” You grit out with a fiery gaze. “If you think that I chea- Joonie!“

You didn’t get a chance to finish your statement because Namjoon moved toward you and pounced, engulfing your body with his own. Your strength was no match for his weight on top of you, causing both of you to collapse to the bed. Swiftly, Namjoon grabbed both of your wrists and held them down. You automatically turned your head so that your face wouldn’t be pressed into the mattress.

“I fucking know that you didn’t, Y/N.” Namjoon graveled through his teeth into your ear. His lips just barely ghosted over your ear lobe. “But you did do something naughty.”

His hand slid below your hip to your core, harshly cupping it and forcing a groan from deep in your chest.

“Tell me,” Namjoon let a single finger press between your folds, the minimal sensation warranting your body to shudder again. You shifted your weight so that you could arch your back and give his hand more room to work underneath you. “When you were sending me the photos, did you really pay attention?”

“Nam-“ His grip on your wrist served as a reminder of the name he wanted you to call him. You corrected yourself quickly, back in the mood. “-Daddy. I did, I swear.”

“Are you sure about that?” His finger began trailing up and down your slit, bringing some of your wetness over your pussy lips. You needed him on your clit, desperately.

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m sure. I remember everything I said and everything I did for you.” You pressed your backside into his pelvis as you arched your back, feeling his clothed dick slightly separating your ass cheeks.

“Stop moving.” He commanded. You froze on the spot as he continued to toy with your juices. “And I guess you really don’t know what you did, huh?”

“Daddy, no.” You keened as his finger dipped into your depths, pushing through your slick walls to nestle against your sensitive spot with ease. Softly and lightly, he stroked it, sending your mind into a horny stupor.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to teach you to pay attention. Sending a photo of you touching yourself to Yoongi isn’t a mistake you can make.”

His finger left you instantly, along with his body, as you were left to think about what he just said.

Yoongi got a photo of me? How in the- Oh fuck. Namjoon must be livid.

Almost as soon as Namjoon got off of you, he was grabbing you and flipping you over, evoking a short scream of surprise at being manhandled so abruptly.

Now, with an unobstructed view of him, you were rendered mute by the way Namjoon’s daddy persona exhumed a physical change in him. As he slid his shirt and boxers off of his body, you were trying to find the words to say in response to his statement, but you were terribly distracted by bulging muscle and his delicious stature along with an expression of reprimand gracing his facial features.

Before you could even attempt to discuss the issue, Namjoon was picking up his slacks from the floor and sliding his belt out of the belt loops whilst he spoke again.

“Put your wrists together and spread your legs, brat.” He approached the bed with his belt in hand, watching you eagerly obey him with a slight smirk pulling up the corner of his lips. Namjoon used his belt to bind your wrists together while you struggled to suppress the elation from the thought of getting fucked while restrained.

Once he had the belt wrapped around your wrists, he grabbed it and pushed it down to the bed with your arms having no option but to follow. He leaned down over you with your arms so that he could come face-to-face with you.

“Pay attention to me fucking you. I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.” He rumbled. You felt his breath fan over your face which was, with no doubt, displaying your anticipation.

Namjoon looked down for a moment as he grabbed his dick with his free hand to rub it against your parted lips. Your slick was already pouring out of your depths, gathering on the head of his dick when he passed it over your opening. Nudging your clit only served to arouse you further into insanity. You tipped your head back in preparation to be filled.

A sharp slap on the inside of your thigh made you snap your head back up to look at him in question.

“I told you to fucking pay attention.” His voice rose slightly, making you feel like you were indeed about to be reprimanded for getting distracted.

“Yes, daddy.” You whispered, casting your eyes down to where your bodies were about to join. He followed your gaze shortly after, continuing his massage on your core.

Your heartbeat picked up instantly when he placed himself at your opening.

“Watch me fill this little pussy.” He murmured before sinking into you. The weight of his hand holding your arms to the bed lessened as he removed his hand from his dick and placed it on the bed to support himself while he moved.

You whimpered quietly at the feeling of him pushing into you so fast. The stretch burned slightly and you shifted your hips uncomfortably. Namjoon leaned down and pressed his lips to your jaw.

“Sh, darling,” He whispered soothingly. “I got you.”

With your view of him slowly rearing back and entering you interrupted by his body, you decided to let your head fall back again to help accommodate the subsiding pain. A few more pumps of his dick later and you were only feeling bliss with hopes that he would speed up soon. Your small moans keyed Namjoon in on the fact that you weren’t uncomfortable anymore, warranting him to lightly nip your neck and sit up. You followed his movement with your eyes.

Namjoon looked down at your already-wrecked form, staring at you heatedly. You couldn’t fucking breathe past the lust that filled your veins when he was looking this hot and in charge- this daddy-like. Breath held in wait of his next move, you saw a smirk grace his lips, causing your walls to constrict around his girth.

In response to your excitement, he pulled your bound hands back up and slid them over his head, looping them behind his neck. Then, he slid his arms underneath your thighs and picked you up, carrying you with your legs spread open in his lap.

“Now watch me fucking destroy you.”

You cried out and dug your fingernails into your palms as your fiancé raised you up and dropped you onto his dick, impaling you deeply with it. Before you could even fathom how far inside you he was going, he repeated the action again.

Namjoon began at a vicious beat, your body subjected to letting him control you like a doll. His warm, brown eyes were locked on yours as he fucked you, holding your ogle intensely and preventing you from looking away- even as you fought the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head.

His dick pumping into you had your toes curling. Every time he bottomed out, he pulled your legs closer to his body to touch his chest against yours. Despite his tight embrace, you could barely stay straight up with the sensations he was giving you.

“You know you only belong to me, right little girl?” He leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your neck, sucking in the skin to bite down. Once he released it, he laved his tongue over the affected spot and moved to get to work your shoulder.

A particularly hard thrust had you screaming your response, head craning back in ecstasy. “Yes, daddy! All yours!”

With his arms below you and his hands clutching onto your backside, Namjoon had easy access to deliver another spank in the same spot he had spanked you minutes before. You howled out a cry with tears welling in your eyes despite the pain adding to the pressure building between your hips.

Unable to find another way to let out your automatic instinct to pull your fiancé close with your orgasm approaching, you resorted to pulling him by his neck with your bound hands, kissing him sloppily. Hopefully, he would be there to catch you when you finally fell to the throes of your climax.

“Daddy,” You moaned against his lips. “Gonna cum.”

And then he stopped.

Movement ceased. Friction stopped. The battering inside you came to a halt and you looked at him with panicked eyes, desperation controlling every aspect of your mind once your orgasm was completely and absolutely denied.

“Oh? You’re going to come? Without asking?” He pulled away and smirked at you with an eyebrow cocked.

“Daddy, please. I-I need it.” You dug your face into his neck, attempting to move yourself on his dick to regain some of the mind-numbing sensation.

Namjoon only laughed in response. “Oh? You need it? How badly do you need it, darling?”

“So bad. Sososo bad.” You were rambling- begging shamelessly- now while tears began to trickle down your face and onto his skin. “I need you. Please.”

Namjoon dropped the two of you to the mattress, allowing your legs to fall to the sides. With your hands still bound, you pulled him down to you so that you could kiss him again but was left confused when he resisted.

“Nuh-uh.” He clicked his tongue. “You want it? I’ll give it to you.”

Before you could even ask, Namjoon was removing your hands from around his neck and flipping you over. You immediately raised your ass and arched your back excitedly.

“The little girl is ready for me, isn’t she?” Namjoon rumbled out a laugh, placing a hand on your ass. You flinched slightly at the contact seeing as you were expecting another smack, but you couldn’t even answer because, quickly, he swiped his thumb over your exposed pussy. Namjoon loved the way it was widened by his dick. “Oh, look at you all fucked open by me. Just wait until I fill it up.”

“Please fill me up, daddy.” You pleaded, forehead pressing down into the mattress.

“As my little brat wishes.” He acquiesced to your request, pressing his dick between your spread ass cheeks in ready.

You weren’t expecting him to act on it so quickly, thinking he would tease you some more, but you only moaned into the sheets as he entered you again. The previous fire in the pit of your stomach that burnt out those few moments ago was quickly rekindled. His hands clapped into a vice-like grip on your hips, fingernails digging into the flesh and surely breaking the skin, as he began his pace all over again.

“D-“ A savage thrust interrupted the whimpered word, shooting your body forward. “Daddy.”

Namjoon was reaching a new depth and angle within you, and when his dick began directly pummeling that oh so sweet spot inside of you once again, your brain might as well have reset and kick started a speed race towards your orgasm.

You couldn’t even focus on the way he was fucking into you when his own grunts and moans of pleasure were filling your ears nor the way your orgasm seemed to have come upon you within moments due to your oversensitivity from a denied orgasm.

“Daddy, please let me come. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum.” You chanted, feeling numb whilst tightening your entire body in attempt to control your body during climax. You almost didn’t feel the sensation of your fiancé grabbing you by your waist and lifting your body so that your back could meet his chest.

The clapping sounds of your bodies only got louder and the squelching sounds of your pussy eagerly taking him in only got more sinful from the new position. With your arms in front of you, you had no choice but to loop them back around Namjoon’s neck behind you.

“Cum, little girl. Cum all over my cock so I can fill up your pretty cunt.” He growled. He removed a hand from your hip to place it on your jaw so that he could turn your head o face him. Your eyes fluttered as you felt your walls begin to seize up and he took this as a sign to quickly cover your mouth with his own.

The inferno of pleasure within you grew too hot and burst moments later, your body seizing and jerking with each of his pumps into your tightening body. Hissing through his teeth from the sensation of you squeezing yourself around him, Namjoon attempted to swallow your screams with his lips whilst chasing his own high.

“Fuck,” He ground out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Namjoon’s climax followed shortly after yours, pressing his hips into your ass with as much pressure as he could muster to ensure that his essence painted your walls as deeply as possible. Groaning with his release, he laved his tongue over your lips and into your mouth sloppily.

The two of you, spent and breathless, didn’t stay in your position for long. He knew that you were uncomfortable and that your wrists were probably going to bruise. The roleplay was over and there was no need to keep you restrained anymore.

Pulling out, Namjoon watched as his cum streamed down your thighs and onto the bed. You grimaced at the unpleasant sensation and the fact that it was now soiling the bed.

He got up quickly, smiling, and after rolling over onto your back with exhaustion, you watched the beautiful grin spread across his lips with dimples in his cheeks. You couldn’t but smile blissfully in return.

“I’m not actually mad at you, my love. You know that, right?” He grabbed the wipes from your bathroom as he spoke.

“Oh, I know. But it would be really hot if you could pretend to be mad a little more often.” You giggled, widening your legs for him as he cleaned you up. “That whole ‘Daddy Joon’ thing suits you incredible well.”

“Oh, does it now?” He snickered while reaching for the belt. “Hold on, let me undo this.”

Once the belt was unwrapped from your wrists, you rubbed them soothingly. “Ow.” You muttered.

Namjoon balled up the wipes and threw them in the trashcan. Once he was done, he picked you up bridal style and carried you from the room.

“Where are we going?” You questioned.

“To the kitchen.” He laughed heartily. “We have a pasta dinner to eat.”

“But I need to put clothes on!” You protested. He only placed you down in front of the counter before walking to the fridge, completely butt-naked. He just kept laughing.

“We’re in our own house, Y/N. No need to worry about trivial things like clothes.” He pulled out the Tupperware that you packed the noodles and pasta sauce in earlier while you watched. Shrugging, unable to argue with his reasoning, you turned to grab the plates and silverware from the cabinet.

“Oh, by the way,” Namjoon set the noodles in the microwave and set it to warm them up. “Yoongi asked us if we wanted a third.”

You paused in shock, turning to look at him. His form, even in normal lighting, was mouthwatering to look at. Broad shoulders sat upon a wide chest graced with lean pectoral muscles. His biceps, bulging with light ridges of veins running down to his hands, had gotten bigger in the last few months. When he smiled, allowing his dimples to dent his cheeks, there was no way any woman would be able to resist him.

And you were his woman.

“Yoongi?” You drew up an eyebrow at the thought, remembering that you had sent him a photo of yourself by accident. You also remembered Yoongi to be a very calming and relaxed man who was very easy on the eyes. He was your friend, after all. “Really?”

“To be honest with you, I’m kind of considering it. It would be exciting to try having a third.” He leaned against the counter with his hands gripping the edge.

“I thought you wanted me to pay attention to you and only you.” You laughed incredulously.

“Well,” He stalked towards you and placed his hands on the counter on either side of your naked body, leaning in. He was so close that you felt the body heat radiating off his skin.

“I can make certain exceptions to your behavior.”

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idwithoutthesuperego · 4 years ago

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Dream Of Me

CHAPTER 02: Boy troubles

SUMMARY: m!reader (Y/n) is an incubus, who enrolls into an state university, just outside Beacon Hills, a town that has a quite lively supernatural little community, even if the supernaturals themselves aren’t all aware. There, he meets a shy blonde guy who acts like he is half of himself, and a dark haired one who is loud and can’t keep his mouth shut to save his perfect little ass.

Tags: Teen Wolf AU. m!reader x stiles x isaac. Smut. Fetishes. College. Nsfw. Past mentions of abuse. Physical abuse. Drinking. Drugs. Angst. Fluff.

Comments, likes and shares are deeply appreciated!

And thanks to everyone who are already reading it ^^

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As soon as you left Stiles, all that went on his mind was “got to find Scott”. So, on he went, books mostly on his bag, looking for his friend on a run.

Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed that Scott was rather entertained in a conversation with a girl who went to high school with them, a girl who was asking him out to the freshmen’s party that was going to happen the next day. But he really wasn’t paying attention. So, the moment he closed in on Scott, he grabbed his best friend’s wrist, got in between him and the girl, looked Scott deep in the eyes and said:

“Scott, I’m having some urgent boy troubles and you need to help me with them right now! Let’s go to my jeep”.

The girl just stared at the two of them until realization came to her eyes, in an all too quick succession of thoughts. “oh, I see… sorry Scott, I didn’t know you were taken, but you should still come tomorrow, we are very inclusive you know?”. And left with a sigh.

Scott, not knowing how to react, just followed Stiles.

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“Okay Stiles, spill, cause you just ruined a perfect chance of a date. And the last times you said you had ‘boy troubles’ were (1) when you had your first erection and you thought you would never be able to pee again; (2) when you wanted to make sure you straight even when drunk and we did that handjob thing; and (3) when you thought you had a thing for Derek, but you just wanted to be ripped like him.”.

“Well, you see… you know that particular part about making sure I ‘was’ still straight? So, yeah, not so sure anymore.” He said, picking at his pants and not meeting Scott’s eyes. He wasn’t really sure why, of what he was afraid of seeing in Scott’s eyes, but he just couldn’t bring himself to look up. Even though Scott was the first one he just had the urge to tell how he was feeling and help him understand it.

Scott didn’t say anything for a while, piecing it together in his head. “Is this new? I mean, when we got drunk, did you, you know? Already know? Or with Derek, were you afraid of telling me?”

“No. I guess not? Well, I find some guys handsome, but I just had crushes on girls. And maybe I had some thoughts about doing some stuff with guys, like, porn stuff if there was a girl there, but not like, gay stuff, so, I don’t know”. He said, still staring at his hands.

“So, you are bi?” Scott asked, looking at Stiles.

“I don’t know? I just saw this guy a while ago on campus and was like, instant crush, and it was like when I first looked at Lydia on third grade. So I just had to tell you, cause you know, you are you, and now I’m kind of confused”. Stiles said all at once. “Do think it’s weird?”

Scott just smiled and took Stiles in a hug. “You aren’t weird. I mean, I think you are weird in general, but that’s because you are my brother. And come on, we know a shit ton of people who aren’t straight, you don’t have to be so worried about it okay?”

“Yeah, okay, yeah” finally meeting Scott’s eyes.

“So, why don’t we go over to my place and you can tell me about this mystery guy? You already finished turning in all the documents for your courses too right? ”

“Yeah, we can go”

“And Stiles? It’s okay if you don’t know if you are bi, or straight, or gay, you can just be my best friend.”

Loverboy didn’t answer, just grinned and got a little teary eyed, not that he would admit it.

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At Scott’s room Stiles was more at ease to gush about you and your brief encounter that afternoon, about your eyes that shone the most beautiful color, about how your smile was oh so breathtaking and how he was sure that he had never seen another guy that as hot as you, even if you were what he described as “a cool, but normal, but so handsome guy”. And how even your name was so good to say out loud (he really was only thinking about how it would feel to moan it out loud).

After a pizza and deciding he had heard enough about a 30 seconds meeting, Scott sent Stiles home. Who spent the all the way daydreaming and having to admit somethings to himself. Things that he was a little too ashamed to admit even to Scott, like:

First, okay, maybe liking guys wasn’t exactly so new, and maybe he had had a crush on Scott at a certain point in his life, before he got the “kissing a guy I think is my brother will be way too awkward to live with” realization. And maybe he didn’t even had to get too drunk, and maybe enjoyed giving Scott (the first guy he touched besides himself) a handjob a little too much. And maybe while he was doing it, he kept looking at certain parts of his best friends body and imagined how it would be if he got to trace his tongue on them. But just maybe.

Second, that yes, he hadn’t really had a crush on Derek, it was more of a role model of how he wanted his body to be if he were to hit the gym really hard. But more than that, it was about having a cool guy he could just tease and would get a little angry at him, but not really, and sometimes boss and manhandle him around. And maybe sometimes he just got off to it imagining it in a sexual way.

Third, now that he had said out loud, to someone other than himself, that he wasn’t completely straight, he could maybe not feel so embarrassed looking at a particular list of favorite porn videos he kept saved. One that had only videos of guys, guys doing some kinky stuff, stuff he wished he could do or have done to him.

Those were a lot of ‘maybes’ but he was only human.

It was thinking about that last part that he decided he was going to be brave tonight, he was going to watch his porn without headphones. His gay kinky porn, and not feel ashamed about how he had already imagined himself doing some hardcore body worship, or being completely submissive, or tied up, or even not allowed to cum until someone said so.

Tonight, was a night of possibilities for freshman Stiles. And since his dad was working the night shift, it was the perfect opportunity.

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After leaving the twins room, you went on about the campus. Getting to know the campus grounds, hearing about a party that was going to happen the next day, and giving a quick visit to the library.

Even if you had just fed and could probably take hit from a speeding bus and be okay, a party usually left you full for at least a couple of weeks, so you wouldn’t just let is pass.

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On a dorm room, across campus, the twins would wake up the next morning, completely naked on a 69 position. Each with cum all over their faces, heads laying over their twins tights as pillows, and hands grabbing each other’s boxers.

No memories of you, feeling a killer hangover, and a little too self-conscious about looking each other in the eyes.

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lynnthevirgo · 5 years ago

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Surprise - Han Jisung (Stray Kidz) M

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home with a birthday surprise for you. But it’s not the one you were expecting.

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Cursing, smut, oppa/baby girl, noona reader, light choking, male and female oral, unprotected sex (Y’all, please use a condom. This is for my wife and she’s a hoe, don’t be like her.), fingering and degrading nickname (slut)

A/N: This is a very late birthday gift to my wife who needed to be wrecked by Han because she wrecked me just for the hell of it. Happy belated birthday cutie @yourguessisasgoodasminemate, love you to bits and I hope your birthday was still fun regardless of the current quarantine.

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You’d deliberately kept your birthday secret from him because you knew he’d go way over the top and you were not having it. Han spoiled you enough as it was; museum pieces that he knew fit your aesthetic, clothes that varied from your own personal tastes to things he wanted to see you in and so many dog toys for the fur babies you and he collected over the years. You didn’t mind that he spoiled the dogs, but to spend so much on you when you couldn’t return the favor was not something you enjoyed.

Han was a great boyfriend, soon to be fiancé if you were lucky enough. But throughout the few years you’d been together, you’d found out his one flaw is numbers. So birthdays, anniversaries and even his own comeback schedules were not his strong suite. Often you had to remind him of his own hair appointments because he’d forget to schedule reminders on his phone. He was so cute but so hopeless and it’s grown to be one of your favorite quirks of his.

However he’s gotten smarter of your antics to avoid getting presents from him and has since adapted to them. The year before last he took you and your friends out to a celebratory dinner every night until you caved and told him the exact date. Then last year he spent the entire week of your birthday buying you small but very expensive gifts to annoy you. It worked because he did end up giving you a gift on your birthday, you just made sure to tell him the day after so he couldn’t buy you more.

This year however, he couldn’t do any of that because he had been doing comeback promo with his brothers. It had just hit the midnight hour and you were another year older, it’s a shame too because it just reminds you of the already existing age gap between you. You didn’t know why you were cursed to like men younger than you, but it gave you Han so you’re not all that bitter about it. He’s tried to adapt to just calling you by your name, but those Korean honorifics kept popping out. You were noona for the longest time until he finally asked you out, then you became Jagiya. But the noona term still applies whenever he wants to be a shit and remind you of your age difference.

He was due to walk through your door any minute and you were in a mood. His plane landed around ten thirty and he’d been keeping you up to date on what he was doing, clearly just as excited to get home to you. But he’d also been sending you selfies and voice messages in between the updates. There was a very reoccurring theme throughout all of them, he was so. Fucking. Horny. You didn’t know whether to be excited or scared, because even though he looked cute and was a big goof…he was also ridiculously kinky.

The key to your home turned in the lock and the dogs started barking, immediately on alert. You weren’t sure if the flipping in your stomach was butterflies or anxiety, hell it could’ve been both. But you knew it wasn’t just Han walking through your door, it was oppa and he was expecting his baby girl to be ready to submit. The last time he touched you like this was before he left and you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him to absolutely ruin you.

He enters the house wordlessly, laughing to himself as he pets all four of your dogs and being bombarded with them jumping at him. Even behind the travel mask he wears you can see and hear the smile on his face, his eye smile failing to hide the emotion.

“A little help?” He asks, suppressing a laugh as he tries to stop the pitbull puppy you’d recently gotten from pulling at his skinny jeans. The older, larger dogs still trying to jump on his back in his attempts to calm her.

Together the two of you managed to collect all of them and let them outside in the fenced in yard to run off their excitement. The oldest finding his usual perching spot and lying down immediately. The minute the door is closed behind them, his hands find your hips. You can feel his breath against your neck and the soft kisses he leaves along the nape of it. Oh shit.

“I missed you.” He says in a whisper along your shoulder blade. His fingers sliding themselves under the jumper you wore and tracing shapes into your skin.

“Happy birthday, Jagiya.” He continues, biting ruthlessly into your shoulder and gripping you tighter. Mother fuck!

You can’t even ask how he knew, the minute you open your mouth to speak his tongue slides inside and massages itself against yours. His fingers moving down to pull at the sweatpants you were wearing, the other hand gripping onto your ass as he presses your face to the glass of the sliding door. He leaves your mouth and pulls the jumper over your head, leaving you in your bra and your underwear as you wordlessly ditch your sweatpants. You wanted to cum tonight and being a good girl was how to get that.

He smirks at your submissive expression, patiently awaiting him to touch you more, the glass is cold against your skin but you can barely feel it with the fire burning under your skin.

“Such a good birthday girl, how many are we going for tonight? Four? Five?” He laughs at the whimper you didn’t realize you did until it was too late.

“Kneel, noona.” He orders, his eyebrow raising in that stupidly handsome way it does when he’s feeling himself. Fuck you were so wet already and he barely touched you.

You unzip his jeans, pull him out of his boxer briefs and watch him spring out. The groan he emits is so hot you fight the whine you want to release, already dying to have him inside you. Your tongue slides along his length and your lips close around his tip, sucking lightly to tease him for the noona remark. He growls and hit’s the door behind you in frustration, annoyed at the pace you’re going.

“Y/n, remember our rule; whatever you do to me I do to you worse.” He reminds. Instantly your pace quickens, your mouth sliding along him at your usual pace and the pressure increasing around his base, your hands jerking roughly. You knew how ruthless he could be and tonight was not the night you wanted to be edged for hours.

“Fuck, that‘s my good girl.” Han praises, his hands holding your hair ready to pull you off before he cums. You continue going, your pace quickening to show your appreciation and he pulls your hair to warn you. Your tongue brushes over the slit in his tip, licking up the precum spilling over and sliding down your chin. He pulls you off of him with a loud grunt and holds your head in place while he holds eye contact with you. You’re just dripping for him, wanting to feel him deep inside you.

“On the couch, just how I like you and if you touch yourself before I get to you, you‘re getting punished.” He warns, releasing your head and watching you scramble to the sofa. You grab the blanket thrown over the couch and bring it onto the floor behind you while you lean over the arm of the sofa. Frantically you toss the remainder of your clothes off you and spread your legs so he has easy access.

“Y/n, you‘re fucking dripping already. Have you missed me that much, jagiya?” Han asks, his fingers brushing against your lips and sliding your arousal around before settling at your core. You tried to be quiet, but you’re so worked up that when his mouth latched onto your clit you couldn’t help but cry out. His fingers slid into you with ease coated in your own arousal, reaching deep inside and coaxing your g spot.

You can hear his whimpers as he sucks on your clit, getting turned on by the moans you can’t hold back. His fingers pumping into you at an unforgiving pace while he laps his tongue along your clit. It’s been too long, you can’t take the vibrations of his whimpers and the stimulation of his fingers inside you. There’s no way, you’re cursing loudly as you grab hold of the cushion in front of you, the fire inside you boiling over and spilling out. You’re cumming, dripping all over his face and fingers and groaning as your legs shake around him.

“Fuck, noona.” He whispers against your back as he brushes his hands along your thighs, calming you down.

“I can‘t wait to hear you scream my name.” His voice says beside your ear as he thrusts inside you roughly. Your legs almost tumble out from under you from the sheer force of it and you’re whimpering already at his girth. You’d already forgotten how thick he was and even with all your arousal, you were so tight around him it was painful.

He rolled his hips into you slowly at first, hitting you deep and making you whine under him while his hand wrapped instinctively around your throat. You wrapped your hand around his arm for support as you arched your back to help push him toward the spot he was hitting earlier. Fuck, why did he feel so good? He brought his other hand up and pulled at your hair while he kissed along your neck, marking up your skin and groaning into it.

“Cum with me, y/n.” He orders, lifting himself and thrusting into you roughly as he reaches his high. You’re cursing again, screaming loudly as he hits you exactly where you need him to. His hand reaching down to rub against your clit as he holds your hip with the other.

“Who‘s my dirty fucking slut?” He asks, thrusting into you at an unforgiving speed.

“I am, oppa.” You respond, gripping the cushion tighter, trying to control yourself from cumming too soon. His hand grips into your side tighter, you’re whimpering as he digs into you. There’s no way you’re not waking up with bruises tomorrow.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, quickening his pace against your clit. As you groan from the build up you cry out his name, trying to control your breathing.

“Is my slut ready to cum?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as your legs shake again. All you can do is nod, your orgasm control threatening to break at the smallest vibration.

You feel him lean forward as he pulls along your ear with his mouth, sliding his tongue along the curve before he whispers,

“Cum for me.” your body already responding. He holds you tightly against his chest as it ripples through you, you’re gasping for air as it flows through you hard, making your body twitch uncontrollably at the smallest touch. You can feel him filling you up, both your cum and his spilling out of you while you hold his arm to you for support. He bites along your shoulder blade, leaving more marks in his wake and grunting as he thrusts slow.

He lies you on the couch, kissing along your spine as he removes himself from inside of you. As you catch your breath you feel him help you back into your jumper, holding you close to him and kissing the side of your head as he fixes it to your form. When he leaves you again you’re a little annoyed because you want to curl up into him on the sofa. But then you hear the whining you didn’t notice earlier. You turn yourself around and curl your legs into yourself slowly. Behind you is Han, in his boxer briefs, holding a baby blue eyed husky with an adorable green bow tied onto it’s collar.

“Surprise?” He offers, smiling with his mouth closed and lips tight together.

You’re so vulnerable you can’t help but cry, pulling the chunky, floofy baby close to you and brushing your fingers through his fur.

“Han, she‘s so cute, how dare you!” You fake protest, trying to stop yourself from crying by being angry.

“You know I hate when you spoil me on my birthday!” You say with furrowed brows, hugging the puppy closer to you, trying to get it to stop wiggling.

“Oh, it‘s your birthday? That‘s great!” He says, a small smirk playing on his lips while he bites the inside of his chubby cheek. You watch his eyes dart to the ceiling to avoid eye contact while he brings a hand up to hold his neck.

“Are you telling me you actually didn‘t know? You‘ve just been bluffing this whole fucking time?” You ask, more annoyed with yourself than him since you let the cat out of the bag.

“You fucking shit head!” You shout, swatting him with real annoyance this time. He laughs at you, helping you wipe your face of the last of the tears.

“Happy birthday, y/n, thanks for putting up with me another year.” He says, reaching out and holding your thigh. You fight the urge to cry again as he kisses your forehead. Sometimes you really hated how sweet your boyfriend was.

“Yeah, yeah.” You pout, pushing him before lifting your head up and kissing him. You felt him press his fingers deeper into your inner thigh and moan into the kiss. Then you remembered, that was only two orgasms and he promised four or five. Your birthday present wasn’t over yet.

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eevee-of-rivia · 4 years ago

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“Because Loki is..”

Summary: AU Omegaverse where Loki rules New York.

Pairing: Alpha!Loki x omega!Reader

Word count: 2100

Warning: Nothing I think

It was a quiet autumn afternoon. The summer heat had given way to a cooler and more bearable climate for New Yorkers. The leaves on the trees had already begun to change color, making the trees a fantasy of colors that varied between orange, yellow and red.

Y/N loved autumn and everything it involved. The temperature change, Halloween, autumn colors and long walks taken at night to return to her home after closing her bookshop even though, for a few years, the girl had stopped walking home because of some Alpha who had annoyed her and who had tried to follow her under the house thinking that they could do what they wanted because she, as omega, had no right to react.

But since Loki's capture of New York, things had changed dramatically.

Loki had made many changes since becoming their king, and although many would never admit it, New York had become one of the safest cities for omegas and people in general, even though the presence of The Chitauris walking the streets could deceive and make people uncomfortable.

For many, Loki was a heartless dictator ready to kill anyone who opposed him. For Y/N, Loki was the Alpha that changed her life.

It was an October afternoon, the streets were quiet and people walked cheerfully through the parks of New York. Y/N was putting some books on the shelves, not before reading the plot and putting aside a copy of the books she was interested in. Reading was her favorite hobby. She could spend the whole day reading a book that particularly interested her regardless of the author.

The girl was reading the plot of a book when she heard someone knocking on the door of the store. Slightly puzzled, the girl looked up from the book and shifted her focus to the man who was standing in front of the store door. Smiling at Y/N, she greeted him with her hand before heading to the door to let the man, who was waiting outside, in. "Sorry Timoty, I wasn't expecting you so soon!" the girl said, stepping aside to allow the blonde to enter the store. "I think it's my fault, I arrived early today," Timoty said, passing a hand through his hair trying to fix it slightly. "No problem, you arrived just in time anyway! I just finished putting the books on the shelves and found one that might interest you."

Y/N was heading to the bookshelf where she had put the book for her friend when she heard something take her wrist. Weirded out from that action, the girl turned her head slightly, dropping her gaze on the hand that was holding her wrist tightly. "Timoty what are you doing?" she asked confused by her friend's behavior. "Y/N I need to tell you something. I-I love you Y/N," the blonde said quickly, leaving the girl's wrist.

"Timoty.." was the only thing Y/N said before taking a deep breath and then taking her right hand to her heart. "I'm sorry but... My heart belongs to someone else, you are just a friend to me" She didn't even have to finish the sentence that Timoty shrugged her shoulders by slightly clutching them.

"Who is he?" the blonde asked her in a worriedly calm tone. Tone that became more aggressive when the girl refused to answer and then shifted her gaze from the man's face to the floor. "TELL ME WHO IS HE" shouted the man, clutching the grip he had on the girl's shoulders, shaking them slightly. "Loki! His name is Loki!"

Silence. The only thing they could hear were the cars passing on the road in front of the bookshop. Timoty was looking at Y/N with an empty look as he tried to process the words the girl had told him a few minutes ago. Clutching his wrists, the blonde shook his head slightly, asking one last question to the girl he loved. "He's a heartless and selfish monster. He is the worst Alpha in this world and he will not hesitate to kill you if you don't behave or only if he doesn't like you so... Why him?" asked Timoty in a cold tone as he made his way to the store door.

"Because Loki is.."

A few days had passed since Y/N last saw Timoty. The boy no longer visited her in the store, he didn't even answer messages or calls. The girl sighed slightly trying to distract herself so as not to think of the friend, who had decided to close their friendship, continuing to drink her tea that, by now, had become cold when someone knocked insistently on the door of the store causing the girl to jump. It was 11 p.m. on a Sunday evening, all the shops were closed and almost all the people had come home to rest. Who could be at this hour?

A little fearful, the girl walked to the door, opening it slightly and then a slight cry escaped when she saw that in front of her two Chitaurs towered. She did not have time to open the door completely that one of the two creatures took her arm by dragging her out of the store. Y/N knew what was going on. The Chitauri were taking her to Loki's palace. She had heard many stories of people being taken to Loki's palace and then never returning, they were probably executed for their crimes.

In order not to make the situation worse, the girl decided to remain silent all the time by keeping her gaze down and avoiding eye contact with the two creatures. "Maybe my execution by Loki won't be so cruel," the girl thought as she continued to walk.

It didn't take long for the girl to find herself in front of what was once the Stark Tower and which had now become Loki's palace.

Y/N was brought into the building and then led to a boy who was looking at her with an emotionless look. From his scent Y/N recognized that the boy in front of her was a beta, like Timoty.

"Our King is waiting for you Miss Y/L/N" was the only thing the boy said before starting to walk to the elevator in front of them. A little hesitant she followed the boy in front of her, staying a few steps away from him, waiting to be in front of Loki as her head was filled with questions including one to which she could not find an answer. Why did Loki want to see her?

The girl was taken to the throne room only to be left alone. The room was large, Loki's scent filled the room giving Y/N a strange sense of tranquility. At the center of it was a huge golden throne with emerald green trim, the colors of Loki.

Y/N was lost in her thoughts when she was frightened by a hand that had rested on her shoulder. Turning around, the girl found in front of herself the figure of her best friend who, a few days ago, had declared himself to her without being reciprocated. "T-Timoty? Why are you here..? Why your scent is so... Different?" the girl asked, confused by the whole situation. Why was her best friend there? Why his scent was the one of a very powerful and dominant Alpha? Why did he look so different?

The blonde in front of her did not respond simply waiting for the illusion to disappear revealing himself in his true form.

Seconds passed before Y/N realized what was going on in front of her. The figure of his best friend was slowly changing into the figure of a taller man, with black raven hair, blue eyes and a sly smirk on his face.

Loki.

On the girl's face appeared a frightened and confused expression at the same time as she stepped back to put as much distance as possible between her and the man. What she considered her best friend was just a mere illusion created by the Alpha in front of her. "Now now. Why are you running away my little omega?” Loki asked her in a calm and gentle tone as she slowly approached the girl's figure. "P-Please.." was the only one Y/N could say before Loki interrupted her. "Don't be scared my little pet, I wuold not hurt you but know I want you to Kneel in front of me"

Looking at the figure of the man for a few moments she decided to kneel before him, slightly lowering her face to hide the redness that had appeared on her cheeks because of the order that the man had given her. Y/N had always been very submissive but had never felt so sympathetic to the other Alphas she had known in her life.

Slowly Loki approached the girl's figure by stroking her cheek softly.

"What a good pet," the man said, whispering in her ear and causing chills of pleasure down the girl's back. But that moment of intimacy didn't last long as Loki soon moved his hand from the girl's cheek and handed it to Y/N to help her to get up.

Although a little hesitant she decided to take Loki's hand and then get up with his help. "I think I owe you an explanation but first I want to know something Why do you love me, Y/N?"

The girl took a deep breath as she tried to take courage and find the right words, only to look up slightly and look into the eyes of the man who was standing in front of her and who was now looking at her with a questioning expression and a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "You have changed my life. You have changed the city making it a better place for its citizens and for all the omegas that live there giving us a sense of serenity and tranquility.

And because you have saved my life. Everyone considers you a monster but I consider you my hero" "I didn't save anyone's life," Loki said, trying to hide his emotions toward Y/N.

"Yes you have," she said, taking Loki's hand and clutching it slightly, waiting for his reaction. When she saw that the man did not shrink the girl continued. "It happened a few weeks after the Avengers defeat, I was on my way home after closing my bookshop when I noticed an Alpha was following me. I tried to speed up the pace but within seconds he reached me by pressing his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming and then dragging me into an alley.

The man pushed me against a wall causing me to fall to the ground but, before he could do anything to me, an Alpha came to my rescue, immediately killing the man who had dragged me there. Even though it was dark, I recognized you immediately and in that instant I knew you weren't and that you would never be the monster that everyone was talking about."

Loki said nothing, simply wiping the tear with his thumb which was descending on the girl's cheek.

Seconds passed before the Alpha approached Y/N and put his hand on her waist, slightly clutching it. "I acted without thinking, I couldn't let that man hurt you. I couldn't let that vile creature lift even a finger on the girl I loved" those words surprised Y/N by making a questioning expression appear on her face.

"You are so different from everyone Y/N, the first time I saw you I realized that you had to be mine so I decided to pretend to be someone else to get closer to you and to protect you. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I couldn't believe the idea that a sweet person like you could love a monster like me." Loki could not finish the sentence as he was interrupted by Y/N taking his face in her hands by gently kissing him.

"You are not a monster ok? You are a hero Loki, my hero." It was the only thing the girl said before she hugged the man in front of her.

"I want you to clame me, I want to be your omega for ever," said the girl gently looking at Loki and shifting her head slightly to the side to discover her neck. The man looked at her for a moment, looking for some signs of hesitation in the girl's eyes, then bit her neck breaking her skin and leaving the mark that would forever tie her to his Alpha.

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ladyreapermc · 5 years ago

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Fic: This isn’t a rom-com 5/?

Author’s notes: I have a confession to make: I do show The Matrix whenever I have to explain Descartes to my students and it never fails to be hilarious! As usual, feedback and comments are welcomed and appreciated!

Wordcount: 2722

Warnings: dorks being adorably clueless!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

When Lilah arrived to teach her class on Wednesday and set her things at her desk, she had the biggest grin across her face because this was probably her favorite subject of the entire term. She moved to the center of the classroom, rubbing her hands together and making eye contact with the group of first-year students in front of her.

“Hope you all are ready to watch the best movie ever made,” she declared, making a few of them chuckle. “I’m talking action, I’m talking romance, I’m talking the best metaphor for Descartian dualism you’ve ever seen!”

Lilah glanced at her T.A. who already had everything cued up and gave her a quick nod. The younger woman turned on the projector, washing the semi-dark room with the green glow of the DVD's main menu.

“Welcome to the Matrix!” she said dragging yet another round of chuckles from her students before Lilah settled at one of the chairs at the front and the movie started rolling.

It turned out as a very productive morning of entertainment and philosophical discussion and when Lilah walked out of the classroom, still discussing the topic with a couple of students that had lingered and her TA, her grin hadn’t wavered. She waved them goodbye as they headed to the cafeteria while she made her way to the office she shared with three other Ph.D. candidates, finding the place empty.

As she set her backpack and books on her desk, her phone started vibrating in her pocket and if it was possible, her grin became even bigger. Lilah knew exactly who was calling.

The entire thing started when she jokingly texted Keanu a picture of herself and her brand-new copy of Scanner Darkly, which she got it as soon as he left. The perks of living above a bookstore. Lilah wasn’t expecting him to call or to spend the next hour chatting like they hadn’t just seen each other earlier that night.

And she certainly wasn’t expecting Keanu to do it again the next day when she texted a quick comment during her lunch break. From that, it just happened again and again and it was becoming a routine.

Could you call it a routine after just two days? Lilah wasn’t sure, but it was nice and her heart was starting to speed up everything her phone rang.

“Hi!” she greeted not even bothering to check caller ID. “I just spent the morning watching you.”

“You did?” Keanu asked, his voice half confused, half amused and Lilah winced.

“I mean, I watched The Matrix in class,” she explained dropping on her chair and squeezing the bridge of her nose. “I’m not stalking you or anything.”

“I didn’t think you were,” he replied with a chuckle. “So, were you discussing Descartes or Plato today?”

It was funny how a simple question could make Lilah so happy. Anyone else would ask her why she was showing sci-fi movies in a philosophy class. Not Keanu. He knew exactly what was behind his own movie.

“Descartes,” she replied pulling out her lunch from her backpack, along with her copy of Scanner Darkly. “It went great. Now I’m enjoying some peace and quiet with only Phil as my company. How about you?”

“Phil is a lucky guy,” Keanu said, and butterflies fluttered in her chest. That sounded a little flirty on his part. “I’m hanging out with Andy today, so we have good chemistry when we shoot together next week.”

“Oh! I need pictures!” she asked giddily. Keanu had told her yesterday about his dog co-star and Lilah made him promise to send pictures whenever Andy was in the set.

“Just a sec,” he said with a huff of laughter and Lilah heard noises in the background before her phone beeped with a new message.

She pulled away long enough to check it. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so hard at the sight of Keanu and the puppy beagle on his arms. The dog was licking his chin and he was laughing.

“Awww! Looks to me like you two have great chemistry already!”

“That’s what his trainer says,” Keanu commented with a chuckle. “So are you enjoying Scanner Darkly?”

“I’m loving it!” Lilah exclaimed unable to keep the excitement from her voice. “I can’t believe it took me so long to read anything by Phillip when two of my favorite sci-fi movies are based on his stories.”

“Blade Runner and what else?” Keanu asked and Lilah snorted.

“Total Recall and Minority Report. Blade Runner is boring!” Lilah could only imagine what she looked like grinning like an idiot and she was glad the office was empty.

“You obviously watched it wrong!” Keanu accused and she laughed. What did it say about the two of them the fact that they had inside jokes now?

“Did I? maybe you should show me the right way, then,” she challenged, her palms suddenly clammy because that was definitely flirty.

“Your place or mine?” Keanu asked not even missing a beat and Lilah froze, stunned.

Was Keanu inviting her to his apartment? For some reason that felt more intimate than hanging out in her living room. Maybe because there was no chance of someone walking in on them… Which shouldn’t matter because they were friends and there was nothing to walk in on.

“Yours,” Lilah finally replied, because now she was curious to see what his place looked like and also to prove to herself it wouldn’t matter. “Six’s ok?”

“Perfect,” he said, and she could picture him smiling. “I’m off this afternoon since we’re shooting some night scenes at midnight. I can get something ready by the time you get there if you don’t mind an early dinner. How do you feel about Italian?”

“You don’t have to,” she hurried to say because it was one thing meeting for coffee. Dinner felt too much like a date and that was dangerous territory.

“I want to,” Keanu said, his voice soft and breathy and a shivered ran down her spine. “Really.”

“Then I love Italian.”

“Good. See you at six.”

Lilah was still grinning when she hung up the phone, her hands shaking, and her heart seemed to be doing acrobatic flips. She really thought she had somehow ruined everything that day in the park, even if she didn’t know what had gone wrong exactly. But apparently, she had been mistaken. Keanu was happy to meet her again and they had so much fun together that it was getting harder for Lilah to remind herself that they were just friends and all the reasons why they could only be just friends.

For the rest of the day, Lilah had to fight to stay focused on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting to Keanu and their… meeting? Get together? Hangout? She just didn’t want to call it a date, even though she was mentally running through her wardrobe to decide for an outfit for the evening.

She had decided on the red dress she had been saving for Thanksgiving dinner, but when Lilah was about to head home, her advisor caught her on the way out, wanting to discuss new modifications on her paper before submission and it wasn’t like Lilah could say no to the other woman.

By the time her advisor finally finished asking for changes that had already been made – proving she had read the wrong version once again – it was after five and Lilah would have time to head home to change.

She stopped by the restroom to at least pull her hair out of the ponytail she usually wore, brush her teeth and check to see if her jeans and sweater were ok, before heading out, taking a train to the address Keanu had sent her.

She arrived at a restored pre-war apartment building at East Central Park. It was gorgeous and she couldn’t even imagine how much this place cost. She stepped into the entry hall, looking around and feeling out of place, catching sight of a doorman dressed in a perfectly ironed uniform.

“Hi,” she started as he looked her up and down, his an arched eyebrow.

“May I help you?”

“Yes. I’m visiting a friend,” Lilah said and before she could give the man the right apartment number, Keanu stepped inside the foyer helmet in one hand, takeout bag on the other, hair messy and falling over his eyes.

“Hey! Perfect timing!” he grinned at her. “I got stuck in a meeting with Chad and David and I’m running a little late.”

“No problem,” Lilah replied with a smile her heart doing that silly flip again.

For a moment, they just stood there, staring and smiling at each other, until the doorman cleared his throat and Keanu turned to look at him.

“Carl, could you please add Lilah to my list of visitors please?”

“Right away, Mr. Reeves,” the man replied. “ID please.”

Lilah stepped closer, handing her driver’s license and waiting for him to copy the information.

“All done Mrs. Bennett.”

“Thanks,” she took the document back, pocketing it before letting Keanu lead the way to the wall of elevators. He pushed his helmet up to his elbow and led Lilah with a hand on the small of her back. He wasn’t actually touching her, but she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

The elevator opened into a small hall, which had only one door. Keanu unlocked, leading the way into his apartment and the lights must have been on sensors as they flickered to life as soon as they stepped in. Lilah was greeted by the sight of an ample space that was at the same time nothing like she expected, but exactly what she should’ve known. It was modern and elegant, designed for comfort and commodity, but not flashy or opulent.

What caught her attention the most though was the ceiling to floor window panels facing Central Park. The view was breathtaking and before Lilah could even realize it, her feet had already taken her closer so she could take a better look.

“This view is amazing,” she commented as Keanu came to stand behind her. She could see his smile reflected on the glass.

“It was one of the reasons I bought it,” he replied, gesturing at her coat and Lilah shrugged it off, handing it to him. “Remind me to show you the balcony later.”

She nodded distractedly, still fascinated by the view. Was that the MET to her left?

“Hope you hungry,” Keanu said at the kitchen unpacking their food and making Lilah look his way. “I didn’t have time to cook, but this is the best pasta in New York.”

“I told you didn’t have to,” Lilah said moving to the kitchen. “ I’m perfectly fine with takeout. Even if it isn’t the best in New York. But anyway, let me help. Where are the plates?”

“The second cabinet to your right,” he said over his shoulder, distracted.

Lilah opened the right cabinet and snorted as she noticed the pile of plates on the top shelf and out of her reach.

“Do you have a stool or something?”

Keanu glanced over his shoulder and chuckled. He set the wine bottle he had just picked up on the counter, before retrieving the plates himself and handing it to her with a smirk.

“I hate all tall people,” Lilah declared with a mock glare that had Keanu chuckling again and she smiled because this felt comfortable, almost domestic.

They settled at the kitchen counter to eat, talking about their day like they hadn’t spoken just a couple of hours ago. Keanu had been right; it was one of the best pasta Lilah had eaten in her life. Almost enough to cover the taste of the red wine which she hated but once again hadn’t had the heart to tell Keanu.

As Keanu described some fight scene he had to do that day, Lilah sipped her drink, too distracted to hide the small grimace of distaste. Keanu paused mid-sentence, giving her an amused smile that was a little too knowingly.

“You don’t like wine, do you?”

“Not red,” she replied with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Keanu said, getting up to grab another bottle. “But I hope you know you don’t have to say yes to things you don’t like or aren’t comfortable with on my behalf.”

“I know, I know,” Lilah replied with a chagrin grimace. Sometimes she didn’t even realize she did it, say yes to certain things to avoid upsetting people or causing conflict. It was such an ingrained habit. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize either,” he assured, bringing her a glass of white wine, his fingers brushing against hers and he settled the glass by her hand.

Lilah couldn’t help the bright smile that tugged her lips at the way he was so thoughtful. Her heart thundered in her chest as she met Keanu’s eyes and she might have seen something in them that she wasn’t quite sure how to name, but it made look away, warm affection spreading in her chest.

“Thank you,” she said instead, catching his hand and squeezing it. Keanu smiled at her, ducking his head until his hair fell over his face, but Lilah thought she saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

They settled into a comfortable silence as they finished their meal and despite Keanu’s protests, Lilah helped him clean up, before moving to the TV room, where Keanu had a huge flat screen and home theater system. Lilah took a seat on the comfortable leather couch with her refilled wine glass while Keanu got everything ready, dimmed the lights and joined her.

She sipped her drink as Harrison Ford hunted replicants on a dystopian future on the screen. Once in a while, Keanu would add a comment about how he interpreted this or that action from a character or how a certain scene was different from the short story the movie originated from.

It was nice and comfortable, and Lilah was really enjoying herself, but she had worked the entire day. She was tired and full and maybe slightly tipsy, so she took advantage of the way Keanu had his arm over the back of the couch to lean against his side, resting her head on his chest and letting her eyes drift shut. His warmth and the soft scent of cologne and cigarettes lulled her to sleep, probably dreaming the way his arm pulled her even closer or the soft brush of lips against her forehead that made her smile against his shirt.

Lilah woke up with a start when Keanu shook her shoulder gently. She looked around confused, noticing the film credits rolling on the screen and the way he was smiling indulgently at him.

“I fell asleep?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, turning off the TV. “About 30 minutes in.”

“Sorry,” she gave him a sheepish smile and checked the time. It was late. Really, really late. “Guess we’re gonna have to try it another time when I’m not exhausted.”

“I guess so,” Keanu said, standing up and pulling her up with him. “I called for a car service to drive you home. I’d take you myself, but I gotta get to the set.”

“You didn’t have…”

“I’m not letting you take the subway home at this hour, Lilah,” he cut her off gently, but with a frown. “I want you home safe.”

“Thanks,” Lilah smiled, feeling her cheeks warm and there it was again, that warmth in her chest. “And thanks for dinner.”

“My pleasure.”

Keanu waited with her until a sleek black sedan parked on the curb. He greeted the driver with a quick nod before opening the door for her.

“When do I see you again?” he asked so suddenly that Lilah had to take a moment to reply.

“Well, I have to watch this movie for my dissertation tomorrow, so if you don’t mind me pausing it a couple of hundred times…” Lilah trailed off with a shrug, praying he would say yes.

“Let me just check my shooting schedule, but I think I can make it,” Keanu grinned and bent closer, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “Goodnight.”

“‘Night,” Lilah replied with a matching grin as she got into the car.

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 6 years ago

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Run Away

Author’s Note: This is a series! So if you don’t want to be lost, please check if you read all the precedent chapters! :)

Pairing: Billy x Reader, Stu x Reader, mention of Randy x Reader

Warning: Being captive; psychological violence

Word Count: 1682 words.

Summary: Now that you know that Randy’s not dead, you’re more determined to leave this place.

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You thought he was dead. You thought Randy was dead. Every time you would cry out for him, they kept telling you that he was dead. That they killed him at a slow pace to punish him for being with you. And you believed them because they have already killed a lot of people in the past months. You’ve even started to get accustomed to your situation, slowly but surely becoming friendly with the two of them.

Until Tatum said he was alive, and that he was waiting for you to come back to him.

Now all Stu’s and Billy’s efforts are disintegrated, cause all you ever think about is how to get out of this place so you can hold Randy close to you. You’ve also been angrier with them, more aggressive. You’ve started screaming, hitting and kicking, and you’ve almost banged the door open once. You’ve noticed that being kind and submissive wouldn’t get you anywhere, and you prefer dying than never seeing Randy ever again.

Needless to say, your attitude hurts Stu and Billy a lot, especially the blond. He thought you two were getting closer, that he almost earned himself a good place in your heart, but Tatum ruined everything. He hates her for it, even more than before when she kept hitting him and insult him every time he would joke, and he only regrets not being the one to kill her, but at least she’s gone now. As for Billy, he feels betrayed, like Randy finding another way to yank you away from them. Why couldn’t you just accept them and love them? Can’t you see that Randy’s not good enough for you?

And frankly, he’s getting quite pissed off by your attitude.

“Okay, that’s it.” You scream in surprise when he grabs your wrist and yanks you towards the entrance of the house. “I’ll prove to you that he doesn’t love you anymore.”

Your eyes go wide, suddenly understanding he’s taking you outside.

“Stu!” The blond’s head pop out of the kitchen, red licorice sticking out of his mouth. “Let’s go.”

Stu frowns in confusion, then follows you and Billy outside in silence.

“Where are we going?” You ask that question just after Billy pushed you at the back of his car, but he doesn’t answer. “Where are we going!”

Billy turns to Stu. “Get in the back and stop her from doing something stupid.”

The blond nods and instantly sits down beside you, taking your wrist in his hand to prevent you from jumping out of the car later on. As for Billy, he sits behind the wheel, the sound of the car starting making your skin crawl.

“Um, dude, I get we’ll show her something, but...” Stu approaches his face to the dark-haired boy, still confused. “Where are we going?”

“To Randy’s house.”

Your heart stops at those words, and you feel it sink when Stu grins.

“Oooh, okay.” The blond finishes eating his licorice, turning his eyes back to you. “Prepare yourself, babe.”

You stay silent for the rest of the ride, almost crying in pain about how hard Stu’s holding your wrist. And you can’t help but worry a lot about what will come. What are they going to do when you arrive? Will they force you to watch Randy die? Or will they manipulate you into killing him yourself? No, you will not let that happen. You will fight them with every last strength that is left in your body, even if you die yourself in the end.

When they finally stop in front of Randy’s house, you try to take a run for it, but Stu pulls you back by your wrist pretty roughly and traps you between his arms.

“Still trying to run away, huh?” You try to wiggle your way out, but you can only hear Stu chuckle.

“Would have been a waste of time.” Billy turns his head back at you, an evil glint in his eyes. “The house is empty.”

You stop moving, giving him a shocked look.

“What?”

“As soon as you disappeared, Randy and his family left town.”

No… they’re lying…

“Don’t believe us?” Stu takes your chin between his fingers and moves your head so you can look at something specifically outside. “Read for yourself.”

The moving sign standing up still from the ground pushes the tears to come out of your eyes, Stu’s grin stretching out.

“We told you he left you.”

Billy stick his arm out so he can wipe away some of your tears, your mind too in shock for you to react.

“He’s not waiting for you to come back, sweetheart.” Billy smirks, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “He abandoned you. He never truly loved you the way you deserve it. Do you see that now?”

Stu sighs when he sees that you’re still not reacting, and he puts his head on top of yours.

“I think we might have broken her, Billy.”

“No, she just needs time.” The dark-haired boy turns back towards the front and turns on the engine of the car. “We’ll go back home now.”

Stu hums to answer, the blond still holding you tight as Billy drove you back to what has been your prison for weeks and weeks.

Randy left you. Randy left you. Randy left… you…?

No, he didn’t. He wouldn’t do that on purpose. Randy loves you. You know he loves you. Heck, he drove four hours straight in the middle of the night to get you your favorite rare movie at an antique store, there’s no way he didn’t love you.

So this… this must have been his parents. They’ve always been hyper-protective of their children, especially when the murder started. You know they’ve been wanting to leave as soon as they heard the news, but they probably stayed because Randy wanted to protect you too. And when you disappeared, there was no way to know if you got kidnapped or if you were actually killed off somewhere in the woods… so why stay in town and risk getting killed too?

You understand why he left. It fucking hurts, but you understand.

And if you manage to flee and get Stu and Billy arrested, you’ll still get to see him again.

You feel Stu kiss your cheek, and your eyes shut down in anger. You need to get out of this car. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now-

“Ow- (Y/N), no!”

You’ve kicked Stu in the guts with your elbow, then plunged yourself into the car’s door. Next thing you know, you’re thrown into the middle of the road, full-on pain rushing through your body.

“Oh, shit.” You stand up with difficulties, noticing that it’s just trees and trees all around you. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

Your heart squeeze in panic when the car stops a couple of meters away. You don’t wait for a door to open before you run into a random path in the forest, your breath getting louder and louder the more time you spend on running.

“(Y/N)!” You feel the electricity run through your veins when you hear Billy’s voice, hoping that they can’t see you. “I swear, when I found you, you’ll get one of the worst punishment you could think about!”

You hiss when a branch scratches your arm, the smell of blood already coming into your nose.

“(Y/N), please come back!” Stu’s pleading voice makes you feel uneasy. “Can’t you just come back?”

You would almost feel bad for fleeing-

A car almost hits you over, the conductor managing to avoid you and stopping a few meters away. You fall unto the ground under the shock, noticing that you’ve ended up into another road.

A door opens, and you look up in time to see a young man wearing sunglasses walking towards you in panic.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

You grab his arms in a rush, using him to stand up.

“Woah, slow down. You must be in shock-”

“Get me out of here.”

He frowns in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“You need to get me out of here before they find me.”

“Wait, slow down-”

“Look, it’s too long to explain right now. You need to help me leave.” You start to shake, walking towards his car in a hurry. “Take me anywhere. The police station, the hospital, your house, I don’t care. But we need to leave now.”

“But-”

“Please.” You give him a desperate look, not liking that Billy or Stu could step out of the woods at any moment. “So many people have already died.”

He seems to understand how bad the situation is, and he nods.

“Alright, get in.”

You start to thank him over and over, sitting down beside him and closing the door right when he restarts the engine. You scream when you see both Billy and Stu getting out of the woods, their expressions turning to a panic one when they see you in the car.

“They’re here! Go, go, go, go!”

The man speeds up right when Stu’s about to take a hold of the back of the car, their silhouettes soon disappearing on the horizon. You sigh in relief, starting to cry and laugh at the same time.

“Oh, thank god.” You hide your face behind your hands, almost forgetting about the man beside you. “Thank god.”

“You must have been through a lot.”

You jump up at his voice, then breathe out shakily.

“Yeah… you have no idea.”

The man nods, not letting his eyes off the road.

“So… what’s your name?”

You smile a little, feeling really tired. “I’m (Y/N).”

His eyes go wide. “You’re the girl who went missing two months ago.”

Those words make you face how long you’ve been gone.

“Yeah… that’s me.” You hug yourself, then shake your head. “Anyway… I would like to know the name of my savior.”

He smiles when you say that, turning his eyes towards you for a split second as he answers.

“Roman.” You don’t see the evil glint that passes in his eyes. “Roman Bridger.”

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dommebelleg · 4 years ago

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see no || alexis/belle

SCENE: Belle ties Alexis to her bed for some impact and bondage fun, all while Alexis can’t see a thing. (Class - Ouch, That Stings!”)

@alittlebit-switchlexis

She was looking forward to her time with Alexis. The switch was intriguing, honestly. She didn't seem like the type to admit she wanted to be tied up and hurt, but Belle was happy to oblige. Greeting the other woman with a smile, she led her into the spare room, ordering to undress down to her panties and lay on her back on the bed. "Hands up towards the headboard, darling, and spread your legs. Remind me of your safeword." Unable to resist mixing a little pain with pleasure, Belle knelt between her thighs, carefully sliding a bullet vibrator into Alexis's panties, making sure the toy rested against her clit before switching it onto the lowest setting. "I suppose I should tell you that there's no orgasms without my permission, no matter how good I make you feel," she added with a smirk, moving to begin tying the girl's wrists and ankles with soft, silky ropes.

Alexis didn't really know Belle that well, which was the whole point of scene week she guessed -- branching out and scening with those she never considered before -- so she was intrigued to see what type of Dominant she'd be. She followed her orders to a T, stripping down and laying on the bed, watching with curiosity as Belle got prepared. “My safeword is red, Miss.” She replied, as she lifted her arms up, shifting slightly at the new sensation of the bullet vibrator on her clit, letting out a soft gasp. “Yes Miss, no orgams without your permission.” She repeated, so the Domme knew she heard her loud and clear. It was a kink she hadn’t got to explore much; orgasm denial, and she was interested to see how it would mix with the pain Belle had promised her, as she never really combined the two before.

"Good girl." Belle offered her a smile as she finished tying her wrists and ankles carefully. She stroked her hands over Alexis's thighs, up her torso, both hands cupping her breasts as she teased her nipples with her thumbs. "Now, I suppose I should have warned that I have an affinity for pretty, shiny things... like this," she said with a grin, reaching over to the nightstand to pull out a pair of nipple clamps, adorned with crystal charms. "Any issues with these?"

Alexis let out a small hum of pleasure as Belle began stroking up her body, letting out a moan as she began playing with her breasts, her nipples hardening under the Domme’s touch. The mention of pretty, shiny things quickly caught the Switch’s attention, as she shared a similar taste, eyebrows raising in interest at the clamps. “None at all, Miss,” She answered honestly; although inexperienced with them, was excited to see if she could handle them. “They’re very beautiful.” She added, nodding towards the crystal charms attached.

"Only the best for pretty girls in my bed," Belle teased. Carefully, she placed the clamps on Alexis's nipples, humming happily at the picture she made. All tied up with pretty clamps on her nipples. "Such a lovely thing to see," she sighed with a smile. Picking up a silk blindfold, she brought it over to Alexis, holding it up. "I know we discussed this briefly, but I wanted to confirm that you're still okay with being blindfolded and bound at the same time. Dangerous enough for you?" she asked, smirking lightly, waiting for Alexis to consent.

Alexis let out a low hiss at the clamps being attached to her nipples, but quickly got used to the discomfort they brought her, smiling for Belle as she took the image of the Switch in her current position, feeling her ego being stroked with the sigh and smile the Domme directed at her. “I completely consent to being blindfolded and bound, Miss,” Alexis told her, eyecing the pink silk garment with excitement, “I think this is the level of danger I was looking for, yeah.” She agreed, biting her lip in anticipation of what was to come.

"Thank you, darling," she said before sliding the blindfold over Alexis's eyes. She had a feeling that would be the answer but she didn't want to assume and run into a problem. Once the blindfold was in place, Belle stepped back to pick up one of her favorite crops, a small but stiff bit at the end - perfect for flicking between a pretty girl's thighs. "What to do with such a lovely toy laid out for me," she mused, not using the crop just yet - instead flicking Alexis's clamped nipples firmly.

It was a strange sensation, to be blindfolded, having to rely on the sounds around her to clue her into what was going on. At the Domme’s question, Alexis smirked. “You can do whatever you want with me, Miss.” She told Belle encouragingly, letting out a gasp when her nipples began being flicked. With the added effect of the blindfold, it was hard to determine what was going to happen at any moment, and the shock of her clamped nipples suddenly being played with got to her more than the sweet pleasurable pain of the flicking itself.

She chuckled. "You do like danger, don't you?" Belle enjoyed the reaction from Alexis when she flicked her nipples, her free hand stroking down the switch's tender belly. She used her fingers to tug her clamped nipples again, then with a turn of her wrist, let the crop tap firmly on the insides of her thighs.

“You have no idea, Miss.” Alexis replied, breath hitching at the contrast of the soft stroke on her skin in comparison to the prickling pain of her nipples. She had to admit that she enjoyed feeling on-edge more than she suspected she would, never normally being one for surprises, but this one being the exception to the rule. She let out a groan when the crop made contact with her inner thighs, wiggling at the sensation, which only made her more aware of the bullet against her clit, causing her to moan out again, her heart thumping, and definitely wanting more.

That was a very nice reaction indeed. Licking her lips, Belle laid another few firm taps on Alexis's inner thighs, liking the way color bloomed over her pale skin. "You do look so nice like this, darling. All spread out and squirming... so much skin for me to hurt," she crooned, dragging the crop over the switch's covered sex playfully before delivering light smacks over her hipbones.

It was easy for Alexis to fall into a more submissive headspace when she was bound and blindfolded like this, just focusing on the light thwacks of the crop, trying to guess where Belle would next hit. “I do like to please, Miss.” The Switch replied, her voice raspy. She let out a pained mewl at the feeling of the crop against her core in addition to the vibrator, resisting the urge to squirm agan, letting out a small gasp at the sharp pains against her hipbones, biting her lip in pleasure as she relished the feeling.

Belle couldn't help but giggle as Alexis responded. "You're doing very well right now, darling," she praised even as she peppered slaps over her hips and back down to her thighs. "And I can see you're enjoying yourself." She teased the crop over the switch again, liking the way it made her squirm. "I think I should benefit a little from this, don't you think?"

“I really am, Miss.” She replied, each swag earning gasps and hisses, and she could feel herself growing more wet between her thighs each time the crop made contact with her skin. Alexis gave herself a moment to think what to say, not wanting to seem like an entitled submissive to Belle. “If that’s what you think, Miss.” She settled for, “If you think I deserve it.”

"Good girl." That was the right answer. The Domme stripped off her panties, climbing up onto the bed, straddling Alexis's shoulders so she could see the rest of the switch laid out under her, her slick folds just above the switch's mouth. "Now darling, I'm going to give you twenty more swats. If you make me cum with your tongue before then - I'll make you cum the same way. If not? I'll can't guarantee you'll be cumming at all. Understood?"

Curious as to why the swats stopped for a second, Alexis grinned when she felt Belle straddle her shoulders, listening carefully to the Domme’s instructions. “Completely understood, Miss.” She enjoyed a good challenge, especially with the added obstacles of being blindfolded and restrained, confident in her oral skills that she’d able to complete the task before the twenty swats were completed. She reached up, her running her tongue through Belle’s folds, first with slow strokes, before increasing the speed of her licks, moving towards the Dominant’s clit, flicking against the sensitive nub with her tongue.

She gave her a few moments to begin, closing her eyes and savoring the wet heat of Alexis's tongue against her slick folds. But then she looked down again, concentrating on the task at hand despite the very eager mouth looking to distract her from providing those swats on her thighs. Belle counted aloud so Alexis would know, but by the time she got to twelve, she had to pause for a moan, that clever tongue moving perfectly against her swollen cllit

Alexis moaned against Belle’s sex as she received each swat, careful not to move her tongue to fervently to race against the clock, so to speak. She kept her pace deliberate, circling the tongue in a teasing manner that could drive any girl crazy, as evidenced by the Domme’s moan, before sucking on the sensitive nub, only stopping when a swat hit hard enough to make her groan, her own arousal becoming unbearably distracting. However, she fought against it, only focusing on Belle’s pleasure, and how long she had left to finish the task at hand.

Her timing definitely became more scattered as Alexis doubled her efforts, her tongue and lips working her perfectly. The count for sixteen came out on a breathless moan. Truthfully, she wouldn't be mad about either outcome - she did love watching a beautiful girl come apart against her mouth - but she wanted Alexis to think it was a close outcome. She managed to hold off until nineteen, giving in to the pleasure of her mouth with a loud moan, leaning forward and bracing one hand on Alexis's hip as she shuddered through her orgasm. "Clever girl," she panted out once the high had mostly passed.

Time was ticking, though Alexis guessed she was close when the swats got more random and less methodic. She doubled down, swirling and flicking her tongue against the other girl’s core, sucking on her clit with the intent of winning the challenge, all whilst trying to hold her own orgasm off. It was hard, especially when on the nineteenth hit Belle came, Alexis moaning against her as she used her mouth to help her ride out the pleasure. She smiled at the praise, lifting her head away from in between her thighs to reply. “Thank you, Miss.” She said, licking her lips, feeling breathless and antsy herself.

Belle swallowed hard, giving herself another moment before she climbed off of Alexis. She moved to sit between the girl's spread thighs, running her hands over pink skin. "I did promise reciprocation, didn't i?" she asked, reaching up to peel Alexis's panties down, moving the bullet from against her folds. "I didn't promise when though," she teased, picking up the crop again, dragging the stiff leather lightly over the switch's bare sex.

“You did, Miss.” Alexis murmured, skin prickling with anticipation, especially as the Domme began touching her thighs, biting her lip when she felt Belle tugged down her panties, letting out a sigh when the vibrator moved. However, Belle’s next words made Alexis give out a groan of frustration, that quickly turned into a moan when the crop came into contact with her sex, shifting against her binds once again.

She couldn't help but laugh when Alexis groaned, realizing she wasn't about to get to cum right away. "Aww is someone disappointed?" she teased, bringing the crop down in a light smack on her sensitive flesh, watching the switch shiver at her touch. "I just want to see how red I can get this pussy before I make you cum... and maybe hear you beg a little."

“Just a little, Miss,” Alexis admitted in a harsh groan, as the crop smacked her sex. It was a light enough action but it felt like it had hit every nerve in her body, and she could feel her limbs quivering in anticipation of what was to come, especially after Belle revealed her plans to her. “Please, Miss, please let me cum.” Her voice cracked as she began to beg, revealing just how desperate the Switch was for release.

Belle continued peppering gentle smacks to Alexis's sex, teasing the stiff leather against her folds and clit. "A little louder, pretty girl. I don't believe you yet," she teased, scratching lightly over her reddened thighs with her free hand.

Each delicious thwack to her cunt caused Alexis to wriggle, hisses and groans emitting from her lips, trying to focus only on showing Belle how desperate she was, how much she was willing to go for a chance to climax. “Please...please, Miss,” Alexis’s voice was louder now, she was never shy about being vocal after all, though it was hoarse, sounding closer to a sob. “Please let me cum, I’ll do anything, I just need to cum. Please.”

It would never stop being a delight to see a beautiful girl squirming and needy for her, especially when she was begging for her own pleasure. The rush of being in charge of that was never lost on the Domme. Belle crooned happily. "Anything? You are very free with these offers, darling. You're lucky I'm not a more devious person," she purred, laying one more smack against her before setting the crop aside. She leaned down, pressing an almost gentle kiss to Alexis's swollen bud before she slid a finger inside of her, coupling the sensation with her tongue and lips on her clit.

Alexis let out a whimper at the smack, though it mixed with a chuckle. “Well, Miss, I like a bit of deviance.” She managed to get out, her raspy words immediately followed by a moan as she felt Belle’s mouth on her clit, and her finger slip easily inside her wet pussy. “Fuck, that feels amazing Miss, thank you.” Alexis found herself saying in a gasp, wishing the blindfold wasn’t on so she could see what she guaranteed was a truly beautiful sight of Belle’s head in between her thighs.

"I can see that," she said with a grin. Belle couldn't be swayed from the task at hand though, working her tongue over Alexis, a second finger joining the first. Her fingers curled gently inside of the girl as she thrust, feeling every part of her, hoping to draw more of those pretty sounds from her lips before she made her shake apart.

Even though she had been pretty close to the edge for a while, the second finger and the combined curling and thrusting was almost too much to bear, and Alexis could feel the all-too familiar knot of arousal tighten low in her belly. “Miss, I’m so, so close,” She warned in whimper, gasping through shallow breaths at each movement the Domme made with her fingers or tongue on her sex. “Please, Miss, please can I come?”

She heard the question but she didn't acknowledge it at first, continuing to lick and lap at her clit. But then she lifted her head and smirked, her wrist moving faster against Alexis. "Yes, darling, go ahead and cum for me," she granted, pressing her mouth back against the switch to bring her over that edge.

It felt like a lifetime between Alexis asking that question and getting an answer, the time filled up by the agonising yet pleasurable laps of Belle’s tongue on her cunt, and her whimpers and pleas. But finally, the Domme gave her the go ahead, still continuing to stimulate her as she did so. Alexis came hard and fast, crying out, letting the longed for orgasm take over her entire body, her back arching and legs shaking as she rode the high. When she finally calmed down, she gave herself a moment, panting heavily. “Thank you, Miss.” She murmured, the foggy cloud of arousal slowly dispersing from her brain, fatigue setting in.

Belle hummed happily against her as the switch succumbed to her pleasure, shaking through the waves of her orgasm. She pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Good girl. You're very welcome," she told her. She quickly undid the ankle restraints, tugging Alexis's panties off properly, before moving to undo the wrist cuffs. "Close your eyes, Alexis," she instructed as she reached for the blindfold, keeping her hand cupped over her eyes so she could adjust to the light.

It felt weird for Alexis to have movement of her arms again, her limbs feeling heavy as they were loosened, stretching them out as much as she could muster. She did what she was told, keeping her eyes shut until the blind fold was removed, blinking as she became re-adjusted with the light in the room again. She smiled at Belle to show she was okay. “Thank you, Miss.” She told her with a nod. “That was exactly what I needed.”

She slowly drew her hand back from Alexis's eyes, smiling down at her. "That is what I love to hear," she said with a nod. Belle brushed a kiss to her lips before stretching out beside her, her arms draping around the switch to hold her loosely. "What sort of aftercare appeals to you, darling? Other than food and water, those are non-negotiable for me," she murmured, running her hands over the switch gently. "Probably some arnica on your thighs as well to ease the ache."

Alexis nodded at the idea of food and water. She would never fight anyone on the basics of aftercare, but she was always down to eat, and could definitely do with some hydration. The idea of having something to soothe the aching skin on her thighs also appealed to her, as the stinging had set in now the arousal and adrenaline had left her body. “Honestly, Miss, those sound like great starting points. I probably just want to stretch out here for a bit, probably put some trash TV on and nap once I’ve eaten something if that’s alright?” Alexis was surprisingly low-maintenance to care for after a scene, because truly nothing made her feel better than whatever E! Cable or Bravo was broadcasting whilst she just chilled and ate.

Belle nodded, running a hand over her stomach lightly. "Sounds good, darling. Just relax here - I'll get you some water and something to eat while I tend to your thighs." She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Alexis for a moment. "Put whatever you'd like on the TV, good girl. I'll be right back." She brushed a teasing kiss to her nose before rolling out of bed, unashamedly naked but eager to provide for the pretty girl relaxing in her bed.

#see no #alittlebitswitchlexis #scene week #gleedsmscene10

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beerecordings · 5 years ago

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“come here now” w/ anti and jj??

okay!! so this is based on My Brother’s Keeper but not canon. It’s just something that might have happened if Schneep and JJ had had more time together when Anti had them both, with inspiration from some throwaway line in one of the chapters about how Anti once sedated JJ so heavily he could not move because he was so distressed about a nice dream he’d had. I’ve been thinking about it for a hecking long time and finally wrote a snippet up. Thanks for requesting, anon! I hope you will enjoy :)

Tws for mentions of torture, overdose, and abuse

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The dapper man is used to nightmares.

He sits up in his bed, a ratty blue blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. There are crickets chirping a symphony outside his bedroom window.

He cries until his chest shakes like a sound wave, until his face is dripping and his throat is sore. Soft, gasping breaths imitate sobs in his throat.

He's used to nightmares. He's used to them. But sweet dreams?

Dreams where a boy in a blue mask reaches out, and holds his hand, and promises him that everything will be better, everything will be okay, I'm sorry you're in pain, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here, little brother, you don't have to be afraid anymore –

Sweet dreams are cruel.

“Oh, Dapper boy. What's the matter, mo stoirin?”

That makes him more dangerous than ever. Anti doesn't like to be interrupted from his work. Anti doesn't like to be interrupted one bit.

“Nothing,” signs Dapper.

Anti pulls his face together from glitches and sparks. One of his eyes is black. “Don't lie to me,” he says very softly, and smiles too wide.

“It was just a dream,” says Dapper. Tears prick his eyes again and he sinks back into his bed, weeping quiet and snuffling.

“Oh, puppy.” Anti wanders over to him and tumbles into bed at his side. His icy hands soothe down his hair and ghost over his ribs. Dapper shivers, but he's grateful for the touch, and makes it known with a teary smile.

“What a sweet boy you are,” says Anti, giggling. “You've been having a lot of bad dreams lately, huh?”

“Yes,” Dapper knocks, rubbing at his eyes.

“Yeah, you've been interrupting me a lot.”

The grip around Dapper's back is suddenly a little too tight. He curls lower in Anti's arms, his mouth trembling. Every neuron in his brain tells him he's in danger.

It's true, though. Panic attacks, dreams, fainting – Dapper often interrupts Anti.

“Sorry,” he signs against his brother's chest. “Sorry, I'm sorry.”

“Good,” Anti says, running his fingers over Dapper's collarbone. “You've been a pest. But we can do something to make it stop. Does that sound nice?”

Dapper blinks. He can almost feel the boy in the blue mask reaching out to touch his hand. But the cost of angering Anti – knives that leave tiny cuts on his stomach, poison that makes his flesh fall off, long weeks of hunger, hunger like a gunshot wound – is too high to be worth a sweet dream.

And anyway, sweet dreams are cruel.

“Yes,” he says, blinking up at his brother. “You can make the dreams go away?”

“We'll see,” Anti answers, smoothing his hair down. He rises from Dapper's bed. “I've never tried this before. Curious to see how it works. Stay here, I'll go get it.”

Dapper swallows and buries himself in his blanket, shivering. It's a cold night, but spring is coming, so maybe it will warm up soon. Then he can go outside again. Anti hasn't let him leave the house in weeks because of the cold, except once when he accidentally locked him outside for so long Dapper's fingers turned black. He'd cried and cried, terrified and suffering, but Anti had laughed for a good half-hour. He often laughs. He often watches.

“Here we are,” murmurs the demon, stepping back into his room with his medicine.

Dapper's blood rushes out of his face. “No, Anti, please, I don't like needles!”

“Oh, honey, I know, but you have been such a little terror, and big brother needs some peace and quiet. Unless you want me to get sick, puppet. Do you want me to get sick? Or do you want Mr. Jack and his friends to win, since I can't work while you're here crying? What if they found us while I was sick, Dapper? You don't want to die like that. Jackie's been trying to kill me for so long, oh... he'd put a knife right in my heart and scatter my frequency across the whole world. You'd never see me again. Is that what you want?”

Fear makes Dapper's heart bounce at double speed. “No, no. I don't want that. Don't go.”

“Well, then, you'd better stop whining so much and lie down. Listen, this is going to feel nice, okay? I promise.”

Dapper stares at the needle, pupils blown wide.

“Come here,” says Anti.

So sweet. Too sweet.

“Now.”

And Dapper gets to his feet and holds out his arm.

The needleprick is a firework in the bend of his elbow, but he bites down hard on his lip and refuses to cry.

And it is rather pleasant, a moment later.

“There you go,” says Anti.

Dapper's never gotten dizzy lying down before. His mouth and his head are full of chocolate syrup. It's pleasant, and vaguely alarming. Gentle hands run over his neck.

“Anti?” he signs, reaching out to touch his brother's wrist.

Anti is laughing. Dapper's vision blurs at the edges. His brother leans down and presses their foreheads together, so all Dapper can see are his deep black eyes, burning with static.

“Go to sleep,” Anti hushes. Dapper's head swims.

He's falling deeper and deeper into water, dazed, stiff, shaking, but numb at least, maybe even warm, maybe even happy, but he can't be sure. His stomach churns and he tries to swallow, but it's difficult to move.

“Tired,” his hands try to sign, but he can't form the whole word. Not that it matters. Everything around him has faded far from his reach. Except Anti.

Anti is always close.

“Go to sleep,” he whispers.

Watching Jameson Jackson's eyes roll back in his head makes Anti's being cackle with energy, and he purrs like an overheating computer, running a hand through Dapper's hair. Oh, but this stupid little creature is his favorite plaything in the whole world.

“Poor baby,” he laughs, and pinches Dapper's cheek hard enough to bruise. Lost deep in the sedative and limp as a killed fish, Dapper doesn't so much as twitch. “You need to stop trying to make big brother angry, or one of these days I'm going to forget about breaking you into obedience and slit your fine little throat open.”

But he still has plans for the dapper man with the carving knife and the pocketwatch. Anti isn't ready to kill Jameson just yet.

“Sleep tight, doll.”

Jameson sleeps tight. Jameson does not dream. In the morning, Jameson does not wake.

***

Sun breaks cold over the Brighton countryside, but Schneep doesn't notice. There's no light in his prison cell.

He hasn't had anything to drink for days now, and his throat feels like the outside of a cactus. The gentle skin of his palms has split from the cold. His soft hair is ragged from the demon's hands running through it. He wants to go home.

Chained to the rebar pole in the middle of the frigid cement prison, Henrik sighs, long and low, and puts his head down.

There's nothing he can do. Anti has him tight.

The lights flicker on with the slightest cry of Anti's power, too bright, burning right through Schneep's white and blue flesh. All he can do is close his frail eyes.

“Doctor,” says Anti.

Schneep can't remember the last time he heard his name. Anti never uses it. Day after day, there is nothing but frost, suffering, and sorrow. Oh, he'd do anything to be home. He'd do anything for a cup of water.

“Doctor,” Anti repeats, angrier.

“What do you want?” Schneep croaks, and bursts into rough coughing. He knows he's getting ill. How could he not in a place like this? His face is sticky with blood, and he keeps his head down. What's the point of looking when Anti is only here to beat him into submission one more time?

Long nails dig into Henrik's chin and he gasps as his head is yanked up and his eyes meet Anti's, black and green. For a moment, the demon only snarls at him, his teeth gritted tight together, his eyes dark, but the expression falls away and so do the handcuffs holding Schneep fast to the rebar.

“Come upstairs,” echoes Anti's voice, quiet from every direction. “My dapper doll needs your faux expertise, my good doctor.”

***

The others tried to get to Jameson before Anti did.

None of them posted the video. None of them recorded it. It just appeared, and with it, the little one, the dapper man with the easy smile and the bright eyes. All alone with a pumpkin and a demon.

Anti snatched him away within minutes of his creation. He left blood behind and little else, so the others mourned, and said that poor Jameson had died before he lived, and tried to move on.

Now, watching his little brother shiver and choke on a cot in an abandoned house in the Brighton countryside, Schneeplestein realizes the only reason they ever accepted that he was dead was because the alternative was worse.

It would be better to be dead than to be Anti's pet.

“You've given him far too much,” says Henrik, brushing Jameson's hair back and lifting up his eyelid, finding his pupil blown wide. “You've given him far, far too much.”

Jamie's mouth is blue, his face white. He breathes like a stuttering car engine and shivers like a songbird in the snow.

“Antihistamine? Is this what you said? You gave him an antihistamine?”

“Yeah,” Anti's voice echoes from somewhere near by. He's bored of having a physical form. He's bored in general, Schneep thinks, and hates him.

“Do you understand that he could die?” he snarls.

“But you won't let that happen, will you?” returns Anti, slyly. “I mean, he wouldn't be the first patient you lost, but...”

“Shut up,” snaps Henrik, because fear makes him bold and always has. “Shut up.”

“What's wrong with him?”

“Antihistamines dry everything out. He's got mucus in his throat and lungs. Go get him some water.”

“Ha! You are funny, doc. Give me an order again, it was cute. You go get him some water, puppet. There's snow outside.”

Henrik glares at the nearest glitch. “He needs to be held sitting up so he can breathe.”

“Oh, I can do that!” Anti reforms in a flickering of red and black pixels, his eyes dark and his arms outstretched. “He wouldn't like you touching him, anyway. Very wary of strangers, you see.”

Handing Jameson over to Anti –

Handing Jameson over to Anti is the most horrible thing Schneep has ever done. But the glitch is gentle with him now, gentle, gentle, sitting against the wall, his form whole and unflickering, one arm around Dapper's stomach, one hand rubbing patiently at his back.

The little one coughs, gasps, relaxes against his brother's shoulder. Schneep watches as though frozen from the doorway.

Anti presses a kiss to Dapper's hair and smiles sweetly, turning his mismatched eyes up to meet the doctor's.

“Oh, so sorry,” he says, and a giggle echoes through the hallways of the decrepit house. “Did you want a chance to hold him?”

Henrik flees.

Downstairs.

Across a rotting wood floor.

Out the door.

Into the snow.

And the cold morning wind whips his hair like an angry crow, stinging at his bruised face and diving beneath his torn shirt. His heart quails and cries out. He could gasp for the cold, for the fresh air, for the sunlight. For the little brother sitting upstairs in Anti's lap.

You could go, says a voice in his head. And he could. The highway is only a couple miles away. It's almost spring and no longer as cold as it once was. The cuts on his face might catch the eye of a sympathetic driver. He could go to a hospital and call his brothers, call Jackie, and weep into the phone: I'm here! I'm here! Please come get me, come sit with me and be warm at my side, my brothers, come take care of me and tell me you will never let him have me again!

But upstairs is Jameson Jackson, his missing brother, wrapped in Anti's arms and in his power, struggling to breathe, overdosed on sedatives, lost in adoration of a monster with black eyes.

You could go, says the voice in his head, louder and more desperate. You could go. Why should I have to be captive for his sake? I've only ever tried to help other people. It's not fair.

No, it's not fair. It's not fair, but it's not fair for Jameson either.

Henrik is a man, not a mouse. Henrik is a doctor.

With hands that do not shake, he brings Jameson a handful of snow, and makes him swallow it, so his lungs can clear and his chest can open.

“That's a little better,” says Anti, surprised. He touches Dapper's wrist for a pulse. “Isn't he breathing better? Go get him more. Oh, he's waking up.”

And this is unfair too, because he's in pain. He's in pain.

“Anti,” sign his shaking hands. “Anti, Anti, it hurts.”

Jameson is in the middle of the sun. He can't breathe, he can't think, and something slams into his skull again and again, echoing the rapid beating of his heart. There's a rock in his chest and his stomach is seething. He can't see anything but the blurred face in front of him, and, with a silent cry on his mouth, he reaches out for Schneeplestein.

“It's okay,” promises Schneep.

He's clutching Dapper's hands before he even realizes what he's doing.

“It's okay, I'm right here.”

Anti watches.

“I'm right here,” says Schneep. “You're going to be okay, little one.”

He knows better than to say Jameson's name. He knows better than to look at Anti. He keeps his eyes fixed on Jamie.

“Just a little sick, huh? Well, not to fear. We're going to get some water in you, maybe some medicine, we're going to keep you breathing okay, and then – well, and then, everything will be alright, ja? Don't be frightened. It's okay.”

Dapper clutches his hands. Hot tears run down his thin face. He nods.

“Yeah,” says Schneep, cursing his eyes for filling up too. “Yeah, it's okay.”

“Does it hurt?” asks Anti.

Dapper nods, but Anti's looking at Schneep, and smiling.

“Yes,” says Schneep. “But that no longer matters.”

***

The dapper man is used to nightmares.

But sweet dreams?

Dreams where he wakes up, and someone gentle is leaning over him, massaging his chest, giving him water and medicine, murmuring his name, soft and warm, promising everything will be okay, everything will be okay, Anti went back to work and here I am, your brother, though you do not know me, perhaps someday you will, and we will be family, holding him, holding him, holding him –

Sweet dreams are not so bad.

#jameson jackson #antisepticeye #schneeplestein #tw overdose #tw torture #tw abuse #bee writes #long post

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argylemnwrites · 5 years ago

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Not Exactly Sure, But Maybe Sure Enough

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (Post The Royal Heir, Chapter 4)

Word Count: ~1900

Rating: PG-13 (adult language)

Summary: Riley Liu has never been much of a planner. But with the whole world seeming to be making plans for her uterus, she has to reevaluate the way she approaches challenges in her life.

Author’s Note: Written for Day 16 of the Choices July Challenge (prompt - Uncertainty). Can be seen as a companion piece to my Day 2 submission, “Living with the Consequences” (link is in my masterlist as I think that Tumblr still sometimes hates my posts with links embedded in them). Trigger warning for mention of pregnancy loss.

Wanted to take a look at the whole “Would Drake and a Drake-romancing MC really just agree to name their kid heir to the throne?” shenanigans from the perspective of my MC. After all, I probably should write more from her perspective since she is the one who would have to go through all the public scrutiny and judgement. I originally envisioned a much different piece than this, but what can I say? This just took on a life of its own!

To say that Riley Liu hadn’t always thought things through fully was a bit of an understatement. After all, you don’t get on a plane with a guy you’d known for less than 24 hours to go compete in some strange political version of The Bachelor in a foreign country without being pretty impulsive. In all honesty, so much of her life could be seen as a series of decisions she put almost no thought into, bouncing into situation after situation because it sounded fun or awesome or sometimes, just better than her current circumstances. She’d jumped from job to job, casual relationship to casual relationship, friend group to friend group endlessly. Never any roots. Never anything permanent. Until one day, she found herself with actual, real friends, not just buddies you grab a drink with once or twice a month.

There was Maxwell, who gave her a family. Hana, who showed her what trust and honesty looked like in friendship. Liam, who welcomed her with such care, even when she made it clear she didn’t feel the same way about him that he did about her. They all took her in, this flighty, detached waitress and gave her a home, both figuratively and literally. A home she shared with her husband, a concept that still in some ways felt more foreign than the fact that nearly every hero she had for the past year used apple butter instead of mayo.

Finding Drake had been something she had never dared to hope for. Here was a man who seemed to understand her soul, the fears she had that she would always be alone in the end, that she was never good enough just as she was to be a priority to anyone. Sometimes listening to Drake talk about his life felt like looking at her own experiences through a fun-house mirror. Sure, the details were different; opulent parties and snobby nobles were worlds apart from a junkie mother and a variety of foster homes. But for all that distortion, at their core, their damage was the same. And maybe that’s why things always felt so natural between them, even when she was naïve enough to think that she could have a little fling with the cute prince, catch a flight back to NYC, and have a mad story for two truths and a lie going forward, leaving Cordonia behind without a glance back.

The love she felt for her friends, her husband, her new home she would have never experienced if she had stuck to her old habits and peaced out when things got tough, less lighthearted and silly and more filled with media scandals and political drama. She knew there was a lesson to be learned there, and while she would never be one to put together a five-year plan like she knew Hana was doing, she knew Riley Walker needed to be a bit different than Riley Liu. Or at least, she needed to work on being different. For her own sake, for her loved ones’ sake, and for the sake of the citizens she now answered to. While she might have leapt into the role of duchess without much thought, she recognized that being a political figure meant that she probably shouldn’t just roll along, indulging in every whim, every adventure, every idea presented to her, without at least thinking through the consequences somewhat.

So, she was trying this new thing, taking a few minutes to run through some good and bad possibilities for any decision before she jumped in with gusto, at least when it came to the major things in her life. She wasn’t going to let being married turn her into someone boring who was always stuck in a rut, but she could aim for a little stability. Spontaneous, not impulsive - that was her new goal.

And at first it was easy, settling in at Valtoria in those first few weeks, then heading to the private island for her and Drake’s honeymoon. Telling Drake that she was ready to start a family with him, and sooner rather than later, seemed like a calm, rational follow up to their discussion of their future back during the lantern festival. If felt like something responsible adults, responsible parents did. But suddenly it seemed like that was all they talked about, really all anyone talked about around them. And Riley didn’t know how to feel about that. What was the appropriate response to Madeleine telling her that she and Drake better be having a lot of sex, other than the petulant desire to offer to fuck her husband right now if Madeleine would just leave the room? How do you respond to congratulations for a thing that hasn’t happened yet? And what the hell made her typically grumpy, jaded husband respond to Liam’s request like a seasoned diplomat?

Sure, they had a few conversations about his reasons. And she got it, kind of. But did he really not have any doubts about the whole thing? Could he not see that this increased media attention was just the beginning, that their lives were not just their lives anymore? Everyone was going to want a piece of them.

And then of course, her miscarriage happened, leaving them both shell-shocked. Super common, according to Dr. Ramirez, and no reason not to try again. But Riley didn’t know if they should try again, at least not right away. Maybe this was a sign to slow down, to not force this whole parenthood thing at such a rushed speed. But to go back on birth control felt like they were failures, letting down Liam, their friends, and all of Cordonia. Everyone seemed to need their baby so damn much, Riley couldn’t bring herself to take a few months, maybe even a year, to process her loss and heal. She could sense a similar longing in Drake, to move on together, not as public figures but just as Drake and Riley. But after agreeing to name their child heir to the throne, the sacrifice of the timing of trying for another pregnancy seemed inconsequential. What was a few months compared to years of diplomacy classes, public scrutiny, and increased security threats? So they kept trying. And a few months later, they succeeded again. But they were wiser now. No one was going to know except them and Dr. Ramirez. Riley refused to take a pregnancy test at home for that reason. She thought she could trust her staff, but then again she had trusted Gladys, and look how that turned out.

But now she was into the second trimester, out of the most dangerous window, and in certain outfits, she was starting to show. She’d had to avoid some of her favorite shirts and dresses, and Hana had made a few comments that implied that she’d figured it out for weeks now. So she and Drake invited Liam, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia, Bertrand, and Savannah over for dinner. It was exciting to share their happy news, even if they didn’t get to announce it so much as Olivia called out the ridiculousness of their charade when Riley had to excuse herself due to nausea within 30 minutes of everyone’s arrival. On the other hand, it felt a little sad, to lose that shared secret between her and her husband.

Because now this was the nation’s pregnancy, and never had that been more clear than tonight, as a stylist zipped Riley into a long gown that was as tight as clothing she’d worn before her pregnancy, clearly meant to highlight her bump that was still pretty damn small. Meanwhile, a makeup artist and a hairstylist, both also Madeleine’s “gift” for the night, primped and prodded. Kate Middleton didn’t let her hyperemesis stop her from looking polished, Madeleine had snipped when Riley balked at the whole styling crew, and her children were much farther away from the crown.

“The mother of the next monarch needs to look like a queen, not some sickly, sloppy piece of work with bags under her eyes.”

Riley had a lot of thoughts about that she would have expressed if she was so damn exhausted, so she settled instead for a middle finger thrust in Madeleine’s direction. Oh well, a little impulsivity was probably excusable under these circumstances.

It all felt so surreal, attending this ball thrown in honor of her son or daughter who was still just a possibility at this point. A lot still could go wrong here, not the least of which was her puking on some diplomat’s shoes in the next hour. As she sat waiting for Madeleine to come and get her, letting her know that they were ready for her entrance as the womb that carried the guest of honor, she felt like she was walking through a fog. Riley Liu would have said, “Screw this shit,” and run away, hopping on a flight or catching a bus. Getting the hell out of this world full of pressure and expectations and demands. But Riley Walker couldn’t do that. She had obligations, and she had to see them through.

She heard the door opening, but didn’t turn to face Madeleine, wanting a few more moments with just her child, no matter how fleeting they would be.

“Hey, so I got a plan to get us out of there in 90 minutes. Two hours, tops.”

She let out a sigh of relief before she even fully processed her husband’s words. He was always finding ways to give them a little more time to be just… them. Not a duke and duchess, and now not the future king or queen’s parents. Just Drake, Riley, and now their little one.

“How’d you manage that?” she asked, turning towards him as he crossed the room and crouched down in front of her chair. She noticed he hadn’t escaped Madeleine’s grooming plans, wearing a brand new black suit with his hair parted awkwardly to one side.

“Easy. I got Maxwell to agree to give a toast that will last a minimum of 15 minutes as an ode to the best childhood moments of all of Cordonia’s kings and queens. I figure we slip out to get you some air, and we just never come back. Hana’s promised to deflect any questions about our location after we make our escape.”

She reached down, giving him a gentle smile as she ran a hand through his hair, getting rid of that awful part. Now he looked and sounded like her husband.

All too quickly, their moment of privacy was shattered as Madeleine bustled in, taking one look at Drake’s hair and rolling her eyes.

“And just what do you think you two are doing? You’re supposed to make your entrance in less than a minute!”

“Just taking a moment in between,” Riley said as Drake stood up, squeezing her hand as he pulled her to her feet.

“Well, moment’s over. Let’s get going.”

It wasn’t how she would have chosen to go about this whole pregnancy thing, but for better or worse, this was how it was happening. As Drake held tight to her hand as they walked down the hallway, she was glad for was many doubts and uncertainties as she had about this entire heir-to-the-throne situation, at least they were fumbling through this together. They might have both been out of their element, but they had each other, and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to get them through all of it.

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Chiquita | Ch. 4

Chapter 3

How had she ended up here? What exactly had been the sequence of events that had led to this moment? If she could go back in time and forewarn her past self into making sure this didn’t happen, she would.

She grunted to the air, tightening her coat jacket around her torso. Who had advised her to walk instead of accepting the ride he had offered in the first place? No. She was already in dangerous waters after so easily and freely agreeing to the mother’s proposition without inhibition, care, or thought. She had just said yes. Plain and simple.

It all started when she sent out her reading list to those who were struggling a little bit with their reading material. Sofía had been one of them. She knew how to read and when she would put her mind to it, she would read beautifully, but when it came to speed and literary accuracy, she would fumble just a little bit. Mariana hadn’t meant for neither of her students to felt singled out, but she wanted all of them to pass on to the second grade without their teacher correcting them after every other word.

She had sent out letters to the parents of the few students, asking them to read with them, ask questions, and at whatever opportunity they had, to allow for them to read. Whether it was subtitles of their favorite show, a billboard with a lengthy message, the menu at their favorite restaurant, or an abandoned magazine at the doctor’s office, they needed to be reading more. The next morning, Sofía had given her the messages notebook she’d asked the students to carry and in it was a letter from Valentina Ramirez. She had asked for a meeting later on in the week and not knowing what about, Mariana had agreed.

Now here she was, on her way to Valentina’s apartment to tutor Sofía with her reading. The Christmas break had just started and she was to be there twice a week for two hours, attempting to get some extra time with the girl.

She sighed when she finally reached the building door. She pushed it open and shivered, her body thanking her for finally awarding it with some warmth. The walk to the building hadn’t been half as bad as she thought; it was the cold that had made it unbearable. She stuck her hand in her coat pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it, Apt 7G. She stuck the piece of paper inside once more and walked towards the elevator.

In the main foyer of the building were two guys, murmuring to their selves, but she paid them no mind. They were probably tenants, no biggie. She stepped inside the elevator, riding up to the seventh floor. She stepped out into the hallway, following the letters to the right as they ascended into the alphabet. Outside of 7G were three more men and she stopped in her tracks. This wasn’t Valentina’s apartment; this was Nevada’s home.

She clicked her tongue and sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes as one of the guys smirked at her. She raised her brows and shook her head with attitude, when the shortest of the three knocked on the door. She heard Nevada shout from the inside and he opened the door, signaling with his eyes for her to enter. She scoffed, sidestepping one of the men in her way.

She crossed the threshold and walked down the entrance hall into a beautifully decorated foyer that opened into the dining and living room. To her right it was the kitchen, in a beautiful color scheme of a pale, dusty blue, and white.

She sighed, when she saw him strut through the open area. Does he always dress in all black? She sized him up, watching him strut towards her, “What am I doing here, Nevada?”

He snorted, walking past her to reach his kitchen, “You’re here to tutor my princesa.”

“Yea, I thought I was doing that in herhome, not yours.”

“Does it matter where you are?”

Mariana sighed, “To me it does.”

Nevada had his back turned, sifting through his cabinets for whatever he was looking for, “You want a drink?”

Mariana scratched her brow, “Wasn’t it you that said something about giving their back when you’re speaking to someone?”

Nevada chuckled, nodding slightly, “So, is that a yes?”

She sighed, removing her coat and placing it on the white leather bench in the foyer area. She ripped her beanie off her head, running a hand through her tussled mane, and pressing her fingers to her scalp to ease the dull ache that had begun forming, “Yea, sure. Whatever.”

She hugged her torso, flexing her jaw to avoid her from lashing out at the man when the door opened and down came the running feet of Sofía. Once the hallway opened into the open area where Mariana stood, Nevada turned with a scowl, reaching the end of the kitchen in two quick strides.

“Princesa, what have I told you about running?” he said sharply, causing Mariana to wince.

The girl looked down at her shoes, “Sorry, tío. Mami said we were late.”

Nevada hummed, easing his expression when he patted his cheek with his forefinger, bending forward so that the girl could press her small lips to his bearded jaw. Sofía giggled and turned to her teacher, sitting on the floor to remove her shoes.

“All right, Sofía. I brought some reading material and some reading comprehension sheets as well. Did you work on the sheets I gave you before school ended?”

The girl nodded, running a hand down her cheek to rid of any hair stuck to her face, “Yes. Tío asked since when do teachers give homework for Christmas.”

“¡Oye!” Nevada hissed from the kitchen.

Mariana lifted her gaze to Nevada’s, “So, Sofía, dinner table?”

The girl had stood and removed her backpack, shaking her head, “No, dinner table is for business talking and special dinners; homework on the coffee table.”

Mariana nodded bashfully, turning on her heel when Sofía tugged on her hand, signaling for her shoes. She looked up, watching Nevada bite his lip and chuckle. She shook her head, beginning to toe off her boots.

She and Sofía sat near the coffee table of Nevada’s beautifully lit living room. For a man with such a filthy job, an equally filthy mouth, and just a knack for filth in general, he kept a pretty spotless home. She was in awe. He had brought her coffee and she had quirked an eyebrow, thinking that when he offered her a drink he had meant something in the alcoholic scale. She narrowed her eyes at his back, bringing the mug to her lips to taste the warm liquid.

He had retired to his room to come out a few moments later dressed and with a deep frown on his forehead. He sauntered to the door, allowing his men to file in. They rounded the table, some sitting, and some standing. As she worked with Sofía, helping with the worksheet in front of her, the men go rowdier and rowdier. Alternating from English to Spanish and back again.

Sales.

Product.

Warehouses.

Girls.

Corners.

Never once utilizing their inside voices when discussing whatever it was they were discussing just a few feet away from a six year old.

Mariana rubbed her temples, rolling her eyes, and gaining a stifled giggle from Sofía. How exactly was she supposed to concentrate on helping his niece if he kept banging the wooden table and shouting out profanities? She shook her head, resting her forehead on her hand when she groaned.

“Miss Santos?” Mariana hummed. “May I go to the bathroom?”

Mariana snickered, dropping her hand to the coffee table, “Sofía, you don’t have to ask. This is your house.”

The girl smiled, “Well, you are my teacher still.”

Mariana rolled her eyes playfully, “Yes, sweetheart, go ahead.”

Mariana watched as the girl made a run to the restroom, “Que camines, ¡coño!”

“Sorry!” Sofía shouted over her shoulder, easing down to a trot.

Mariana and Nevada locked eyes and he smirked, sending a wink her way. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and adjusting her legs to shift her position on the floor. Once Sofía returned, they resumed with the tutoring, and it was as if Nevada being there with his men had only exacerbated Mariana’s patience.

She could deal with rowdy kids, talking loudly, and over each other, but when it came to grown men, her patience had been running thin. She ran her fingers through her hair, growling, “Hey!” The sudden silence that ran through the apartment was bone chilling, “Would it kill you to whisper?”

Nevada pressed his lips together, his jaw muscles making a show of the sudden anger flaring. His men looked between Mariana and him, waiting for Nevada’s reaction. He wrapped his hand around his glass tumbler, “Pucho, we’ll finish this tonight. No quiero a nadie en el pasillo.”

The guy he addressed stood—smirking towards Mariana—and when he turned, they all got up and followed him out. Nevada waited until the door had shut and then waited several beats more before he stood.

Suddenly Mariana realized what she had done. What she had said and to whom she had addressed in such an out of character manner, “N—Nevada, I—I’m so sorry.”

“Princesa, go to your room,” he calmly spoke to Sofía. The girl stood and started to run when she caught the green of her uncle’s eyes.

Mariana shivered at the fire behind his glare. She knew she had fucked up. Why did I ever agree to this, she thought nervously, “I’m so sorry, Nevada. I never meant to d—”

“You’re still talking,” he said, standing a few inches away from the coffee table, right in between the gap the sofa and the chaise sectional created.

She sighed, pushing herself up with the help of the coffee table, “I—I’ll go.”

She fidgeted with her thumbs and Nevada couldn’t help but find the action completely endearing. The last thing he wanted was for her to be scared into submission, yet he couldn’t help in finding her adorable. He had no doubt she was a complete badass.

How could she not be one? She was here. Hiding from her ex and still standing up to him. She tried to keep up with the façade, but he knew that she was a little bit intrigued by him. It was his job. He knew; even when she tried so hard to make him believe the opposite.

Strong women. Real strong women had always been Nevada’s downfall, but in the end, his need to keep up with what was expected of him had been too much for them and they had not been able to weather the storm that was Trujillo and his business.

He could feel the difference in her. She was not a coward; it was why she was standing here in front of him. True, she had her head bowed to him, but that was not in submission he realized, that was out of… respect? He smiled his half smile, taking a step forward when he saw her socked feet twitch. She was holding her ground, firmly.

“Chiquita,” he said in his silk-like voice. She tipped her chin, looking at him through her lashes when she noticed he was mere centimeters from her. He grabbed her chin, feeling her urge to snap her head from his grasp, “If you wanted quiet, all you had to do was ask.”

Her fingers relaxed at her sides, her fists releasing her thumbs when she crossed her arms. She raised her brows and he grinned, “Would that had really worked?”

She was looking straight at him, straight through him, and he had to take a step back before she could feel his thumping heart, “Still leaving?” he asked instead.

She cleared her throat and lowered her arms, “Y—Yea, I think that’s wise. I’ll just—”

“Leave that, Sofía will clean up her mess.”

She didn’t argue and turned, taking a quick step towards her boots. Nevada hummed as he admired her backside. Leave it to him to respect you as an individual yet still find a way to deprecate you. She smirked, thankful that her back was to him. She knelt, placing a knee to the ground and leaning over her bended knee to tie her boots. She repeated the motion on the opposite leg, giving a small moan when her knees complained, as she stood straight.

“Miguel will take you home.”

She turned, adjusting her coat, “Nevada—”

“Still talking,” he sat on his couch, lifting his legs to the coffee table. “That wasn’t a request.”

Mariana scoffed, her anger returning in full force, “I’m not one of your… whores! You don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.”

Nevada dropped his legs, leaning forward to the cigar box at the edge of the table. He opened it, fishing a crafted cigar out, and running his long fingers down its shape. He turned his head over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at her, “I just did.”

As quickly as she had dropped her jaw, he had turned and avoided her presence. He had leaned back and propped his feet back up on the coffee table. She seethed, glaring furiously at the side of his head. Not that he could see, but she stood rooted to her spot.

How dare he!

She scoffed once more and turned, stomping out of the apartment, and when she reached outside she thought of shutting the door properly, bringing it gently to a stop, instead she opted for when her mother worked her nerves as a teenager, slamming it shut, making it rattle on its jamb. She snickered, traveling down the elevator. When it opened she looked at Nevada’s men, all sporting amused grins. She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the metal contraption, walking towards the main door.

She turned, “Which one of you is Miguel?”

Miguel and the man named Pucho stepped forward. Miguel nodded at Mariana and started towards the door. Mariana quirked an eyebrow, she didn’t need two men driving her anywhere. She really didn’t want none of them driving her home, but she knew that the latter would be walking home in the cold and still have them follow her in the car a couple of steps behind whilst still being in the car.

“Whoa,”—she held up her hands in front the men—“Pucho, right? Nevada needs you.”

The man quirked an eyebrow and looked at Miguel, having a silent conversation with their eyes. Pucho turned, winking at Mariana as he pressed the button to the elevator. Pucho didn’t take long before he was entering Nevada’s home, calling out for him. The squeals died on Sofía’s lips when Nevada noticed him there.

“The hell are you doing here?”

Pucho opened and closed his mouth, doing a half turn, “She said you needed me.”

Nevada smirked, “I don’t.”

***

“That was really good, Sofía!” Mariana praised the girl. “You’ve been practicing, I see.”

Sofía nodded, shifting on her bottom, “Tío made me read a bunch of letters for him.”

Mariana looked up, glancing at the dinner table where Nevada sat with Pucho and a man in a suit, “Did he?”

Mariana missed the girl’s answer, as she was too busy gawking at Nevada. He was sat on the same chair he had been the last time she had been there. He only wore his black undershirt, and how the shirt hugged his biceps had Mariana completely unfocused.

They had been speaking loudly—again—and Mariana just looked up, banged her elbow against the coffee table, and Nevada was quick to understand, smirking as he told Pucho and the man in the suit to shut the fuck up.

He knew he was being watched and he reveled in the feel of it. Mariana had been watching him ever since she walked in through the door. She had been busy removing her boots, but when she heard him walk in, she turned, colliding with a bare-chested Nevada. His upper body was sturdy and warm. Her fingers were fanned across beautiful tanned flesh covered in dark hair and Mariana didn’t know what to do with the body in front of her.

His hands had found her hips effortlessly, steadying her stumbling body. He could feel her warm breath against his skin and he reveled in the proximity her body had with his. He could have her in his arms every night for the rest of his life, no ifs, ands, or buts. She felt right, and she fit perfectly tucked underneath his chin. They stood like this: him reveling in the feel of her body pressed against his and her too stunned to move away from his warm embrace.

Even now, Mariana could feel the warmth that coursed through Nevada’s skin against her front.

How was he so warm?

How was he so strong?

What comfort could those arms bring to her?

She would never know. She wouldn’t ever find out. She had made a promise and though she continuously struggled, she really was trying. Her need and intrigue was winning her out and soon enough, she wasn’t going to be able to once again say ‘no’ to him. His body had felt so good… he had smelled deliciously enticing… his embrace was so warm and welcoming, and as she trailed her gaze from his naked chest down to where the wisps of hair became scarcer and scarcer she could tell that he lacked underwear.

She was startled out of her reverie when Sofía shook her forearm, “What?” she stumbled, looking down at the girl and back up at Nevada whom in turn had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“What is this word?”

“Scurried.”

Sofía scrunched her face up, just like Mariana imagined she did when presented with something she didn’t like, and she giggled, “It sounds like ‘scared’.”

Mariana smiled, “Almost, and that can actually help you remember the word,” the girl knitted her brows and pouted her lips. “People scurry when they’re scared.”

Sofía’s face lit up and she smiled, “Like the street rats!”

Mariana snorted, “Yes, like the street rats.”

She shook her head and allowed for Sofía to continue working on her worksheet. They didn’t have much time left and thankfully, they had used their time accordingly. Sofía was a brilliant kid and she had let her mother know as much. Nevada would roll his eyes, seemingly tired of the praise yet he couldn’t stop the glint in his eyes. He was there, every Tuesday and Thursday with Mariana and his niece. He wanted her close by and since she wouldn’t… acquiesce to a public outing, a private—all right, semi-private—one would do.

Nina was there to pick up her daughter, thanking Mariana in the process. She stood, gathering the colorful pens she had brought for today’s lesson and standing them on the coffee table to align them beautifully.

She stood, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Done?”

She snapped her head up, watching as Nevada slipped a button-up shirt on, “Y—Yes, I’ll be out o—”

“About time! Vamos Pucho, que estamos tarde.”

“¿Tarde?” Mariana asked with a face, “Tarde for what?”

Nevada finished buttoning his shirt, leaving the first four undone, and smirked at her, “Avanza,” he said evenly, breezing past her.

Mariana faltered for a few seconds, but was snapped into the now when Nevada whistled at her. He was ushering her on, snapping his fingers, and shouting for her to pick up the pace.

She was… beyond confused to what was happening, but she knew that he wouldn’t allow for questioning. She scrambled to pick up her boots and backpack, hugging everything to her front as she nearly struggled to keep up with Nevada’s fast pace.

She shot a glance behind her, where Pucho and the man in the suit walked in unison. What was the rush? Where were they going? Why was Pucho not running to be behind Nevada?

The elevator opened its doors and he sauntered in, sighing in exasperation when he noticed she weren’t there, “Chiquita!”

“Stop calling me that,” she mumbled, catching her breath as the elevator doors squeezed her shoulders and jostled open once again.

He snickered, placing his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and leaning against the elevator wall. Mariana took this time to slip her boots on; it was obvious for her that Nevada waited for no one.

Clearly!

Pucho and the suited man were nowhere to be found in that small elevator, yet she had no doubt that Pucho would make it before Nevada and her downstairs if he knew what was good for him.

The elevator dinged and jolted as it came to a stop on the first floor. When it opened, Pucho was leaning against the opposite wall, looking down at his phone. Nevada stepped out and then followed Mariana with a quick step of her feet. On the curb were three SUVs lined, the men patiently waiting on the inside.

Nevada opened the back door to the middle SUV and he waited. Mariana raised her brows, nonplussed by the action. Nevada smacked his teeth, reaching for her forearm and pulling her towards the backseat, “Móntate, chica que estamos tarde.”

Mariana managed her calf-like legs and eased on the back seat, scuttling across the seat when Nevada pushed on her shoulder. The door closed behind Nevada and then Pucho was sitting on the passenger side, telling Miguel an address.

It dawned on Mariana that he already knew where she lived, but that was not her address, “Nev—”

“Tranquilita que we’re just making a pit stop,” he said without turning to look at her. She huffed, slamming her back against the seat, “Eh, ¿qué pasa?”

Mariana clicked her tongue loudly, crossing her arms over her stomach. Nevada turned to regard her, and if she didn’t look like such a petulant child he would’ve told Miguel to drop her off first, but as punishment—and to get what he wanted—he would make her sit there and wait until he was done with what he needed to do. He bit his lip, eyeing the pout of her plump lips, the way she would flex her fingers, and the small indentation her cheek had made as she chewed on the inside of her mouth.

She was livid, beyond pissed at this point, but Nevada couldn’t help but chuckle. He was enjoying this, how could he not?

They arrived at a warehouse fairly quickly and Mariana shifted on her seat, uncrossing her leg and unfolding her arms. She saw as Miguel handed Pucho a gun that he stashed in the glove compartment and she raised her brow. What the hell was Nevada doing?

“Nevada,” she leaned forward, turning her head to give him a concerning look. His eyes were shielded by the darkness of his shades.

“Ten minutes,” he said before Pucho opened his door.

“Wait, I—” her words died on her lips when the door closed behind Nevada’s back. “I don’t want to be here.”

She growled in frustration, slumping back against the seat as her hand ran through her hair.

This is why she preferred walking to being escorted by Nevada and his men.

This is why Jess had warned her to stay away from him.

This is why she had been hesitant in the first place.

She’d had enough danger in her life to smell it from a mile away yet she found herself in awkward positions and inexplicable predicaments ever since she met Nevada Ramirez.

She sighed, there wasn’t anything she could do now, could she? No. All she had to do now was wait for Nevada to saunter back out like he had promised—ten minutes.

She sent a prayer above, this wasn’t how she should die. Not after surviving the fists of her ex-boyfriend, being on an impromptu ride along was notthe way she was to go.

Two minutes went by. Five minutes after that. Almost nearing the ten-minute mark when two of his men came out of the warehouse and got in the two other SUVs across the street and drove away. Her stomach sunk. This wasn’t right. This didn’t feel right.

Nevada always had a handful of men with him at all times posted anywhere and everywhere. You couldn’t have known where they were if Nevada himself told you where they were, so them walking out of the warehouse without the rest of the gang or Nevada at sight definitely made her uncomfortable.

She bit her lip, bouncing her leg as she thought of a plan. If this were an ambush, Nevada wouldn’t have known and as much as she didn’t care for the guy, the principal here is what mattered. Those two had betrayed him.

She could’ve gone. Opened the door with her belongings and walked away, but Nevada would find her, where would she go? She could hide for a little bit, but what would happen when Tuesday came again? No, that was a temporary solution—an ineffective temporary solution at that. Mariana sighed and closed her eyes, there was one other solution: go in there and break Nevada free of this mess.

She stood, leaning over the center console to reach the glove compartment. As she pulled on the lever, the door gave and there it was, staring back at her. She grabbed the handgun and stashed it between it her jeans and back, sitting down to slide down the opposite side and open the door. She had no chance to wear her coat before leaving Nevada’s and she had no chance to do so now. Her long-sleeve turtleneck would have to do now.

She crossed the street, making sure no one was out and watching her approach the building. She found her way inside, weaving through old car parts, boxes, cars, guns? She could feel her thumping heart slam against her ribcage; she needed to get ahold of herself if she wanted to make it out of here alive.

She heard it then, the sharpness of the voices, the screaming in Spanish and… Italian? What the hell was going on?

She looked through the door’s small glass window, watching a man pointing a small revolver right between Nevada’s brows. He smirked first, letting his smirk deepen into a smile, taunting the yelling man in front of him. He was poised; a hand around a glass filled with wine, his other arm perched over the back of his chair. His gold chain glimmered with the light and from where she stood; she could see his chest hair peek above the collar of his t-shirt and dress shirt.

Focus! She scolded her, now was notthe time to be pining over Nevada. Now or any other time!

Mariana backed away from the door, pulling the gun from behind her. She released the magazine, feeling it fall into her opposite hand: loaded. She slid it back and felt it lock in place. She eyed for the safety, making sure it was in place. The last thing she needed was a tragedy happening all because she wanted to play hero.

She closed her eyes, remembering her training, and steadying her breathing. She slid the gun between her jeans and her skin, tugging at her shirt so that it could cover it, and she pushed the door open, schooling her features to effectively convey what she wanted.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Chiquita.”

Mariana eyed the men in the room, all pointing a gun at another. She could tell who were Nevada’s men and who was not by what they wore, and of course, she knew them by now. Not by name, but by face.

“I want to go home, Nevada. Now!”

Nevada narrowed his stare at her, attempting to figure out what exactly was her game plan here, “Mami, I’m kind of tied up here,” he smiled wryly.

“Who are you?” the man pointing the gun at Nevada spoke.

Mariana glared at the man, turning her eyes to Nevada again, “You said ten minutes.”

Nevada sighed, “Well, Jimmy here had other plans, Chiquita. What do you want me to do?”

“To fucking take me home,” she sneered, watching as Nevada tried his best to not lose control.

“Hey, doll, we’re in the middle of something here. Why don’t you, uh, go back to where it is you crawled out of, and I’m sure one of my men can take care of… whatever it is he’s paying you,” Jimmy said and Mariana could hear the mock drip from his voice.

Her eyes were trained on Nevada’s green ones and she knew then that whatever this was, it was not going to end up with her or Nevada walking off into the distance. Someone had to relinquish power and from the looks of it, Nevada wasn’t it. She needed to shift the power dynamic here. Nevada wasthe one sitting with a gun trained to his face.

“Hey, doll!”

Mariana rolled her eyes, folding her right arm behind her back and pulling the gun out of her jeans. She pointed it at Jimmy, “Call me doll one more time and it’ll be you in a pretty display box.”

Nevada stood in haste, smiling wryly with arms up in defense, “Mari,” he said tentatively.

Mariana’s eyes shifted to Nevada’s and back to Jimmy’s, “Uh, uh… sweetheart, are you sure you know what you’re doing there?”

Mariana half-cocked her head, lowering her arm, and eyeing the piece with scrutiny. She rotated her wrist for dramatic effect, shrugging in the process. She cleared her throat, utilizing her thumb to ease off the security, and cocking the barrel with her opposite hand. She raised her hand, pointing it directly at Jimmy once more, “Still insulting my intelligence?”

Jimmy scoffed and Nevada took a step a forward, “Chiquita, I’ll take you home, just hand me the gun.”

Nevada continued to take steps forward, eyeing her closely, “Listen to your thug… doll,” Jimmy quirked his lip, causing Nevada to stop in his tracks.

He looked in her eyes, watching the fire and annoyance burn bright, but he saw her hesitance as well. He shifted his eyes to above her shoulder, watching as Pucho locked eyes with him momentarily, he tipped his chin slightly, dropping his hands by his side. Within seconds the commotion that had broken out had damn neared given whiplash to Mariana.

Nevada’s fist had connected with Jimmy Mucci’s temple, sending all of the men into a fight. Everything spun around and suddenly Mariana had been swept up, nearly dragged out of the room by a pair of strong hands. Shots rung out, men cried out in pain, bodies thumped on the ground, and there was no sight of Nevada as they whisked her out of the warehouse. Her hand had gone limp, was she still holding the gun?

Mariana mewled, feeling pressure across her abdomen, “What the fuck?” growled one of the men.

She was thrown back into Nevada’s SUV when Miguel and Pucho revved the engine. Mariana was still in a daze yet she couldn’t place the dull ache on her stomach, it was only when she tried to breathe deeply that everything clicked. Someone’s elbow had connected with her stomach and had sent her tumbling to the ground. She coughed, heaving deeply in a struggle to catch her breath.

Pucho looked back at her, “Deep breaths, mamasita. It’s gonna hurt, but deep breaths.”

Mariana did as bidden and Pucho had been right, it hurt like hell, but it worked. Her coughs eased and her watery eyes seemed to focus on everything surrounding her when Nevada hopped in the SUV.

“¡Dale, dale, dale!” Miguel pressed on the gas pedal, jolting the SUV forward. Nevada was clapping and howling, seemingly amused by the antics and the outcome of the meeting. He shouted boisterously and shook Pucho by his shoulders, “That’s how you fucking do it!” He took a moment to regard Mariana, folded over her self, “Maldita loca, what the hell possessed you to go in all gung-ho in there?”

Mariana struggled to catch her breath and coughed once again. She felt Nevada’s hand between her shoulder blades and she shook him off, using her arm to swat him away, “Don’t fucking touch me,” she seethed, coughing mercilessly in the process.

“Mari—” he moved to touch her arm.

Mariana swatted her arm, landing a blow to Nevada’s chest, “Don’t f—”

Nevada pinched her cheeks with his right hand whilst his left one gripped at her nape, “You and that fucking tone...”

Her breathing was shallow, her eyes speeding across his face. The position felt familiar yet she didn’t feel as degraded and demoralized as she had felt with her ex. He wasn’t doing this to… cheapen her, he was doing this lovingly almost. His grip on her was stern yet soft, just like his grip on her neck.

Mariana whimpered and he eased his hold, “¿Te vas a calmar?” she nodded. Nevada dropped the hand at her face, “I’m going to take you home and you’re going to let me look at your stomach, ¿me entiendes?”

“Sí,” she whispered, lowering her head.

#me #chiquita #chapter 4 #Nevada Ramirez #reader #fanfic #fanfiction #trouble in the heights #trash can #nevada #ramirez #Raul Esparza #nevada x reader #drama #sexy

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sechskiesatnight · 5 years ago

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Bad kitten

◇ Tags: smut, plot what plot, daddy/kitten ◇ Pairing: Jiwon x You ◇ Summary: one where you tease him while he’s livestreaming… ◇ A/N: this is a submission by anon, enjoy!

“I don’t have any schedule, I’ll be at the studio streaming game for today.”

By the time you’ve finished your work and checked his message, Jiwon has been playing game for around 5 or 6 hours already. You get on YouTube to check on him wondering if he has had his meal yet. And there you see him doing Mukbang for his fans while playing. “This cutie, what a loud noise chewing your food” you laugh at the sounds he makes while eating and talking to people on the live chat.

You watch him playing for awhile then looking at the clock, “he’s probably gonna play for awhile” you leave the livestream video on while walking towards the bathroom. After a busy day at work all you want is a hot steamy bath to ease your tiredness. Since you have to wash your hair, it takes you longer, but when you step out from the bathroom you can still hear his voice yelling and cursing into the game. “Oh whoa, Eun Jiwon, still have much energy to play?” How long has it been? 7 or 8 hours since he started already, you don’t know anymore. You look at his face with full of energy still going strong in the game and there’s no sign of stop playing for now. Suddenly a not-so-innocent idea running through your mind. To get revenge on Jiwon for making you panties-less last week, you’re going to have some fun teasing him for now.

“Oppa, are you still playing? I’m waiting for you at home.”

After sending him a text through kakaotalk and you can hear his notification rings on his phone. He stops and changes his focus to his phone screen. “Oh just wait a bit” his character in the game stops moving as he picks up his phone to reply to your message.

“Yeah, I’m about to start on a new quest. Maybe a couple hours more. You don’t need to wait for me, go ahead and sleep, it’s late.”

You look at his reply and just leave it there, walking towards your closet you’re humming to a song while choosing something to change. To get revenge on that Mr. I read you easily, you have to put more effort into it so you reach for a small box hidden behind all of the boxes on the shelf, it’s your new set of lingerie you bought not long ago but didn’t have a chance to show him yet. You smirk while opening the box, “Eun Jiwon, you’ll be dead this time for sure!”

After putting on this sexy lingerie, you lay on the bed and start posing and taking some photos in the most sexual way that you can possibly think of. Giggling at your result, you start typing a new message to him.

“Oppa… I can’t sleep… my body is so uncomfortable…”

“Are you not feeling well? Do you need medications? Hang in there I’ll be home soon”

“No… my body is uncomfortable… because you’re not inside of me yet…”

You’re pretty sure he saw your recent reply because even his face doesn’t show any expression, he clears his throat and adjusts his posture several times. You can see he can’t stay still in his chair at all.

He keeps playing game and ignores your message like nothing happened. “Look how well you endure yourself over there” you shake your head as he looks down on his phone screen but then moves his focus back to the game. So you send him another message but this time it comes with your photo.

“I need your dick inside my mouth…”

You send him a photo of you opening your mouth with your fingers caressing your lips in a pose that exposing your full-bloomed breast inside that tight lingerie. The photo doesn’t show your entire face just from your sexy lips down to your breast accentuated inside that black laced bra which vaguely showing your nipples.

“It would be better if I can taste you and your delicious juice…”

He pauses the game again and takes a look at his phone right after you sent these messages. Oh well how much you enjoy looking at his face while reading your messages. He clears his throat again and his eyes are glued on his phone screen without saying anything at all. You wonder whether he has turned on and gotten harder under the camera yet. You don’t want to waste anytime so you send him another photo right away, just to make sure what you’ve been doing actually works.

“Don’t you see how wet I am already? It would be so fucking good to feel you inside of me. I want you to do it slowly so I can feel every inch of your veiny hard dick sliding in and out…”

The message came along with photo of yourself sitting in front of the mirror spreading your legs open and your fingers are touching your dripping wet pussy.

You can tell something has changed, he looks uncomfortable sitting there and his eyes seems to not concentrate on the game at all. Congratulations you’re just successfully distracting Jiwon. His character just died during the battle and now he is yelling and cursing at the screen. Fortunately his team still manages to win the battle but at least you made him lose his focus with your teasing.

He randomly wanders in the game for awhile before announcing he will stop playing after 10 hours long. As his livestream just ended there, you send him another message, this time it’s a short video of you moaning slightly while touching your body.

“Oh how I wish your hands are on my tits and your lips kissing all over me. Now your lips are moving down to my pussy. Please eat me deliciously!”

And finally he has replied to your message.

“YOU

ARE

DEAD

TODAY

!!!”

You know he got triggered already and instead of worrying about your consequences, you still want to keep up with your teasing.

“Yes, Daddy… I’ll be patiently waiting for you. I can’t wait to be punished.”

This time there’s no response from him but you know he’s on his way home and all of these teasings actually turn you on badly. Seeing him concentrate and enjoy playing games is one of your favorite things. You find him so cute but also damn sexy with that focused expression. Your body is so ready, honestly somehow you are looking forward to his punishment, because you know he will fuck you so well.

“I’m home…” you heard the door closed behind him as he walked towards the bedroom to find you. Right after he enters the room, you are on your knees, naked, patiently waiting for him on the floor. “Welcome home, Daddy” you give him a sly smile while looking up to see his face. He slowly walks towards then stops right in front of you, looking down to observe your whole body. You feel completely exposed under his gaze, as if just with those eyes he can eat you up entirely.

He moves his hand to lift your chin up, both of your eyes meet in silence. His eyes are getting darker and clouded in lust, you can hear his breathing and yours so clearly, he just keeps looking at your face without saying anything actually makes you nervous. “Jiwon…?” You call his name but he doesn’t respond. His hand now moves to your hair, he uses his fingers to play with a strand of your hair. Oh my god as if he knows all these slow motions can drive you insane. He knows you and your impatience too damn well.

“What? You seem impatient. Don’t you like teasing?” He smirks at you while standing still without doing anything. “What a jerk!” You’re cursing inside your head. How can you be patient while you’re horny and craving to get fucked? You can see his bulge gets larger through his comfy pants he’s wearing. Your eyes are on his pants this whole time while he’s playing with your hair. “Fuck me please daddy!” You’re whimpering through a moan begging him to do something.

“Didn’t I tell you bad kitten should be punished?”

“Yes… so please punish me whatever you want.”

“As you wish baby…”

He helps you stand up then turns your body around to face the large mirror in the room. Whispering slowly into your ears “I want to see your beautiful face while I fuck you from behind” his hands wrap around your waist then move down to your already wet pussy and start caressing along the shape of it. You let out a moan while his fingers playing with your cave. He then starts placing kisses along your neck to your shoulder. Your moans get heavier as his fingers pressing on your clit and moves around in a circular motion. You can see your legs shaking when he slides his finger inside of you. You feel like your body is about to collapse from the motion of his hand moving in and out of you. Suddenly you feel the pain as he spanks your ass real hard. “Yes… punish me please” you’re muttering through your moan begging to get spanked once again. He places a kiss on your skin before smacking your ass one more time “bad kitten, such a bad kitten”

Jiwon pushes your body against the mirror, as he’s taking off his pants from behind and leans his body closer against your back. His hands wrap around your waist and you can feel his dick between your thighs touching your pussy. Your entire body is so sensitive right now that you can clearly feel the heat from his dick on your skin. He slides his dick back and forth outside of your folds teasingly makes your head spinning. You know you want him so bad, you want his dick inside of you to fill up your hole entirely.

“I want you inside of me, please.” You’re begging him through your panting. He places kisses along your back then sucking his teeth on your shoulder as he grabs your hips and slide his dick slowly inside. You let out a moan when he enters inside completely and start thrusting. Typically he will start slowly then increasing his speed so you can get used to it but this time as your punishment, his thrusting started harder from the beginning. As he continues pounding into your body, he slaps your butt cheeks once in awhile that makes you moan louder under his body. He moves his hands up from your hips to grab your breast from behind then start fondling both sides while thrusting deeply in and out of your body. Honestly you don’t want this pleasure to stop anytime soon but he fuck you so well you know both of you are about to cum. “Please fill up inside of me with your cum” you hardly let out any words under your breathing. “That’s what you want?” He asked. “Yes, that’s what I want” you muttering your reply. “Bad kitten doesn’t deserve that” he leans closer sucking your ears then whispers softly. Fuck! He is playing with you. You should have known that he can’t let you slide this easy. “Please… I’m sorry, daddy. I shouldn’t have teasing you.” You’re crying every single word under your discontinued panting.

Jiwon increases his speed while his hands are now on your neck wrapping all of his fingers around choking you slightly while moving back and forth in your pussy. You can barely breathe but your body is deeply sinking in pleasure that you don’t mind at all. You let out a loud moan as he is releasing all of him inside of you. You can feel a warm liquid filling you up so vividly. He releases himself from your hole to let his cum dripping out of. You turn around and get down on your knees quickly and grab your hands around his dick. You don’t want to waste any of his delicious juice so you start licking and sucking till the last drop of him. You look up to see his face, under your breathing you can feel your pussy is swollen from all the thrusting. He moves his hand to caress your face lightly then pats your head,

“Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“I guess…? Teasing Eun Jiwon while he’s playing games is a bad idea.”

“What else?”

“Uhm… is there something else?”

“I like what you sent me today, so keep that going.”

He grabs your hand to pull you up then carrying you to the bed. Well your punishment isn’t too bad at all because it’s ending with you guys cuddling in bed till you fall asleep.

Fin.

#eunjiwon #fanfiction #submission #kpop fanfiction #eun jiwon fanfiction #sechskies fanfiction

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angstchim · 6 years ago

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Smash and Dash | jhs

Store Clerk Hosoek x Reader (Fuck Buddies)

➻ A dirty fic that I’d like to dedicate to my dear mutual @chim-chimmie , Love you boo enjoy the filth!!!

➻ Rated: M

➻ Words:9.6k

➻ I am blaming inspired by these songs: Sexual Animals - Sarah Fimm & Toyfriend - David Guetta

➻ !!: SMUT, usage of toys, protected sex :), squirting, orgasm denial, edging, dirty talk, language, casual sex, masturbation, sex at work, more to add if necessary, NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED, Golden Shower (not like you’d expect), Brat Tamer Hosoek, Brat Reader, Sounding, handcuffs, public sex, dominant hoseok, submissive hoseok, This is fiction so please take what occurs in this fic with a grain of salt and don’t try to attempt the things that the characters engage in, especially Sounding, that is something that should most certainly not be attempted by people who don’t know what they are doing. I’m not an expert on the act, don’t consider me one and PLEASE don’t attempt to do it without proper preparation and advise from people who know what they are doing because I don’t. Anyways enjoy!

Preview

Your eyes glued to your phone screen, your mobile bank account, eyes not leaving from the numbers displayed on the screen. A grin on your face when the numbers change, your paycheck deposited into your account. Tucking your phone into your pocket you threw on a jacket, a beanie and mask to cover your nose, mouth, and chin. Checking the time, it was late afternoon on a Friday and the drive to the next town over was at least an hour, a grin on your face you made your exit.

Tossing your bag and yourself into your humble vehicle your hands on the wheel, foot on the gas, tunes blasting you made your drive. Over the blaring music, and dead roads you felt a tingle in your stomach, excitement. You've been waiting two weeks to get paid, two weeks to make this trip across town. The coiling in your stomach increased tenfold as you got closer and closer to your destination. Pandora's Box. Your favorite sex shop and you were here to buy yourself all the toys to send you into oblivion.

Hood on, car parked and your face mostly covered you happily skipped into your favorite store. It was late compared to all the other times you had visited, the store dead compared to your other rendezvous. No one there besides the workers. Upon entering your feet led you to your favorite aisle. The vibrators. You had a sizeable collection, but you wanted one more, as for what kind, you wanted one to replace the one you wore out. Your hands running over the boxes, your eyes glossing over the speeds and types. After finding one that could match the one you wore out your eyes trailed over to the dildos. A pink one with a width you hadn't yet tried, snatching the box your feet led you to the checkout.

Standing at the checkout wasn't the usual clerk, instead of the bleached hair and snarky smile of Yoongi, you had the bubbly smiles of a brunette. His smile too innocent to be working in a sex shop. His brown locks wisping over his crescent eyes. "Will this be all?" He chimed, his large veiny hands scanning the two boxes you placed on the counter. You couldn't help but stare at his hands and he couldn't help but notice your stare. His glossy eyes fading slightly. "Do you have a membership here Miss?" His voice was a little deeper than when he last spoke.

Snapping out of your trance you remembered where is it you were. Looking up at the curly haired brunette, "Yes, I have a membership." You felt strange saying aloud but it was true you went here so often you might as well be apart of their member program.

He gave a smirk, he grabbed some roundish lensed glasses from the side, slipping them on his nose. He looked to his screen. "May I get your phone number Miss?"

You nodded and relayed your phone number to him, your eyes watching how his long fingers pressed against the store's keyboard. His kept fingernails and thin digits, the fast clicks of the board and the way his veins popped as his hands glided across the keyboard. "You live out of town?" He chimed, his mouth clicking as he bit his cheek.

"I do."

"And you travel all the way here?" He asks, smirking at your toys as he bagged them, your cheeks dusting a faint cherry.

"Going to a shop in town.. well you know there's a chance I could run into someone I know." You explained, eyes everywhere but on him.

"Mhm, I guess that true", he glanced at the screen again. "You live a bit away from here and you have racked up quite the points. I'm impressed." He chuckled. His hand moving the monitor over for you to see just how much of your money you had spent there. Your cheeks heated, "You're worse than Yoongi..." You mumbled.

"Yoongi? You're already on first name basis with that skeez?" He chuckled, his eyes holding a glint to them as he glossed over a female who dared to say the blonde's first name so boldly.

You gave a cough not really realizing you said that aloud, but you gave a nod. "Well, we aren't on first name basis to be exact but we went to high school together and calling him Min never really stuck."

"Mhm.." The brunette hummed, "Calling him Min stuck with me. Are you an old flame or something?"

Your eyes narrowed, "Classmate as I said, and I'd cry if I ever got on any level more intimate than that."

"Why's that?"

"Just, I can't ever see Yoongi like that, it's bad enough he works here and knows every toy I buy." Your chest heaving slightly as you took out your cash.

"With me taking over his shift that's about to change." The brunette said with a smirk.

You squinted at him, reading his name tag. "Mr. Jung, isn't that a privacy violation?"

He chuckled, "Not when I'm holding your dildos while scanning them." He looks at the bag, "Not many buy that size, can you take it all?"

The question hitting you in the abdomen, your lip giving a slight quiver, your throat dry. "J-Jung.."

"Hoseok." He interjected.

"Huh?"

"My name is Hoseok, call me by my first name, you do with Yoongi." He huffed, his eyes glossing over you, he held your bag to you.

"H-Hoseok, don't you think that question is too intimate for a clerk and customer interaction?"

He glossed over you once again, he slid his glasses up his nose, his permed brown locks wisping across his face. "It may be, but we are first name basis now, we aren't 'on' clerk and customer basis are me anymore, are we Dear?"

Your hands swiped the bag from him, "Y-You set me up."

"Did not, you could have said no to all my questions." he chuckled, "You answered them though? Why is that? Do you find me as interesting as I find you?" He leaned across the counter, the store empty, as it neared closing hours.

"I-I.."

"Shh, anyways I find you interesting and from the looks of how often you come here I'm certain your pussy doesn't get played with much now does it?" He grinned his voice, Cheshire.

Your eyes widened, not sure whether to respond or just leave but your feet stayed put.

"Listen.." He began, "I think you're cute and if you're up for it I can give you, your fill. You don't have to say yes, there's no way I'd ever force you but the second you saw me you looked at my hands and I know you weren't just looking at them to admire them." He smirked as he etched his number down on a note, sticking into your bag along with the receipt. "Next time you visit, if you visit, after my shift I can take you to the back room and show you the new merchandise." He gave you a wink.

Your mouth agape, you simply gave a nod, not sure how to respond, your abdomen flaming and your hands trembling as you ran out of the shop. Heart hammering so loudly you could hear it thuds ring. Feet leading you to your car, your hands shaky as you opened the door, tossing the bag aside. Blaring the music, foot on the gas you drove back home. Heart not slowing for anyone, but neither did your foot on the gas that night.

⋆⋆

Your eyes gloss over the number the flirty clerk gave you the previous week. You were too shy to actually contact him, you were caught in a trap. Almost. You knew you wanted nothing more for a man to hold you down but was Hoseok that man? Your thumbs glossing over the screen of your phone as you made a new contact for him. Breath held as you sent him a simple, Hey. [To Hoseok]

Jungkook I swear to god if this is you on another fake number pretending to be the chick I met I will send out those pics of you deepthroating a hotdog. [From Hoseok]

Who's Jungkook? Is this Hoseok and whats this about hot dogs? [To Hoseok]

oh shit, nvm jungkook he's not important, is this vibrator and dildo? [From Hoseok]

Vibrator and dildo is that how you refer to me?! [To Hoseok] Your cheeks huffed and brows furrowed as you looked at your phone screen.

To be fair you didn't give me your name dear. [From Hoseok]

It was on the screen when you looked at my account. [To Hoseok]

oh shit it was wasn't it? i'll still call you dear I like how it sounds. the face you make when i do that is cute. [From Hoseok]

are you coming to the shop today? [From Hoseok]

i want to show you around the store [From Hoseok]

bullshit, but yeah im coming...is this going to be a casual thing? [To Hoseok]

ofc, why wouldn't it [From Hoseok]

You bit your lip. Right anyways i'll come near closing hours. [To Hoseok]

perfect [From Hoseok]

You gave a sigh. You knew this wasn't the brightest of ideas, you knew it may not end pleasantly but nothing was holding you back. Your keys in your hand and your hair tied, you once again found yourself in the driver's seat your foot on the gas. This was your body acting and your heart and mind were taking a back seat for this adventure.

After the quiet ride, you once again parked in the oh so familiar lot. It's worn yellow parking guidelines and bright neon sign stood out as the sun started to set. The shops darkened windows and tinted glass showed only a single silhouette, a single frame behind the register. Pushing the door open, brunette hair greeted you. "There's my girl."

Your brows furrowed. His girl? More like booty call... You shook your head now wasn't the time to be thinking about this. "Hello to you too Hoseok."

"My shift is almost over, want to help me close up?"

"Am I even allowed to do that?" You asked.

He shrugged, "Yoongi used to do it with people like this it's not that big of a deal."

"Did Yoongi get fired or something?"

Hoseok looked at you huffing, "You sure the two of you had nothing?"

"I'm certain."

Hoseok shrugged, "He switched his shifts."

"I see." You nodded.

"What do you mean Yoongi used to do this?" You asked.

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders, "He's a skeez, taught me a few things as a trainee, and now that I'm taking over his shift might as well put his wisdom to good use." The brunette grinned as he led you to a back room, his arms trapping you between him and the wall, his knee keeping your legs spread.

"L-Like what?"

"Like the best places to skip work, the best spots to nap and...." He lowered his mouth to your ear, his tongue planting a sly kiss along the shell of your ear. "The best places to play." His knee pressing between your thighs, giving your neck a swift kiss. "This is your last chance to turn away, what do you say?" He licks a stripe along the length of your neck.

A heat coiling in your abdomen, a whimper creeping up your throat, "G-Get on with it!" A smirk crossing his face as he pressed you against the wall, opened mouthed kisses dotting your jaw as he avoided your lips when you etched them closer to his. His hands making work of your jeans zip and button, harshly he shoved and tugged them from your body, your black thong greeting him.

"Black suits you." He smirked, his thumb grazing over the fabric of the thong, your clit more than eager to meet his caresses. "Take your top off."

Not wasting a second your hands swiped the top from your body, bra quickly being disregarded as your eyes met his lidded coffee orbs. His eyes leaving you as he grabbed a fresh bottle of lube and a boxed dildo, one a size you haven't dared to try yet. "Say.." he smirked, "After I fuck you senseless mind if I play with your body? Teach you a few things." His grin Cheshire as he shimmied out his shirt and jeans, his body lean and fit. His skin sunkissed, and his thighs muscular, and his bulge sizeable, very sizeable.

You gave a shy nod, walking over to him your hand running along his chest, fingers meeting the band of his boxer briefs. "I've got nothing to lose. Teach me Hoseok."

His eyes held a glint to them as he pulled on the strings of your black thong. "That's more like it dear, now be a doll and take these off." He licked his lips as he let his gaze dropped down to his hips. Your eyes following as you rid him of his boxer, his hands nudging the thong further and further down your hips. "Bend over for me dear."

Your lip ensnared by your teeth, your face heated, you bent yourself over for him, your hands pressed to the wall. "Velvet"

Your brows furrowed as you looked back at him, "Velvet?"

He smirked as he squirted lube into his hand, "Safeword, we are going to doing lots of things we haven't before we need something like a safeword don't you think?" He grinned, tapping your clit the with his glossy finger, the lube giving off a welcomed warmth. "One more thing dear." He pumped the large width of the dildo, coating it fully with lube, he pressed its length against your slit gently rubbing it between your folds.

"W-What is it?" You gave a whine, pressing yourself against the silicon length.

"Call me Sir." He gave a low growl.

Your hips bucking as he pulled the dildo away from your eager core. "Y-Yes Sir!"

He gave a smirk. "Do I need to stretch you out, dear?"

You shook your head. "No, Sir... I can take it!"

"Can You?" He lamented to tease you. His voice hanging in the air. "You haven't tried this size yet have you?"

Your knuckles white as your fist pressed against the wall, "No, but fucking give it to me!" You whined feeling restless.

He gave a devilish smirk as he shrugged, "As you wish dear." He pressed the tip of the dildo against your core, the head pushing into your spreading your walls. "Mhm, Fuck!" He growled as he watched the dildo disappear further and further into you. "Look at you, such a good girl. Taking this dildo so well, tell me, baby. Is it a tight fit?" He smirks as he started to pump the thick silicon length into your soaking cunt.

"I-It's super tight... So tight!" Your chest heaving, biting your lip with determination to take all of it.

He pumped the toy further int you, his pace increasing steadily. The stretch increasing as you took the toy inch by itch. His wide crown slamming against your cervix, giving off euphoric friction against your bundle of nerves. Your fingers curling into your palms and your knees started to tremble.

"Does that feel good baby?" He drawled as he pumped the toy into you with a greater force, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Y-yes Sir, it feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop!!"

"What will happen if I do?" He increased his pace, your chest heaving as you gave out ragged pants.

"You better fucking not!"

"You don't make the rules here." He growled as he pulled the toy from your hungry cunt just as you were about to push over the edge of ecstasy. The coiling in your heat dulling. You gave off a frustrated whine.

Slyly rolling a condom onto his shaft he replaced the dildo with his own length, flipping you over as he did so. "Legs around me dear." His gaze was dark as he thrust into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed your form into the wall. "Such a hungry cunt, I fucked you with that dildo and your still squeezing around me like a whore."

Fingers tugging at his curled locks, his mouth biting down on the nape of your neck as your nails scratched down his neck. "Fuck you can go harder than that can't you? If I'm so tight you should fix that." You taunted, ready for the release he denied you, your legs tightening to keep him trapped in your core.

He let out a guttural growl as he angled his thrusts, his hips slamming into you as he forced you against the wall, his weight slamming into you. The room echoing with the sound of his pelvis slamming into yours. "You're right, fucking take it!" He growled, his hips pistioning into you, your back arching, toes curling as a familiar heat brew in your abdomen, "Take all of it! Do you like how I shoved my cock into your hungry little cunt?! I bet you fucking love it."

"Oh!" Your hips trembling around him as you saw stars, "Sir, I fucking love it, I love it so much!" You played along as he fucked you through your orgasm his hips beginning to stutter as he threw his head back. Veins protruded from his pelvis as he came, slipping out of you he pulled off the condom knotting it before tossing it in the bin.

His chest heaving and his hair sticking to his forehead as he caught his breath. "That's the best fuck I've had in a while.." He chuckled.

"S-same here." You gave a shiver, wobbling slightly as you bent to grab your clothes.

"Want to come back to my place?" His voice rang throughout the empty storage room that smelled of sex. Somewhat ironic for a sex shop.

"Your place?" Your brow raised as you peered at him. "I thought this was just a fuck and done deal."

"It is... but I don't want to fuck you just once." He admitted, "Plus it's the weekend, I don't work and I'm certain you don't but correct me if you do."

"I don't work."

"Exactly, we are both free so why not fuck all weekend? We can take breaks, watch a movie, eat or something.."

"You want to be fuck buddies or something?" You asked a bit daringly, not really sure if you were mentally capable of such a thing.

"If you're willing, I'd love to fuck you every weekend." He chuckled as he got dressed.

You looked at him, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. "Just me and you?"

"Of course unless you are okay with fucking other people too?" He asked, not bothered by the idea in the slightest.

"No!" You answered more strongly than you intended to. "I don't want other people getting caught in this." You shrugged nonchalantly.

He nodded. "I'm okay with that, I don't think I'd like to share my new muse with other guys."

"Muse? Me?" You asked as you pulled on your coat.

"Yeah, you and that cunt." He chuckled as he grabbed the dildo and loob cleaning them before slipping them into a bag. "I'll charge them to my card and we are taking these back to my place and I can show you my toy collection." He winked.

"Are we taking your car back to your place?" You asked following him out of the room.

"Car? I don't' have one, I walk to work or take the bus if I'm lazy." He slipped on his glasses as he rung up the dildo and lube. Grabbing his jacket he looked at you, "Want to take your car to my place, that way it doesn't stay here overnight?"

"Of course I don't want a parking ticket." You giggled walking him out to your car, unlocking the door for him.

He got into the passenger side, "I like this car."

"Why thank you." You giggled, moving the GPS screen over to him, "Type in your address for me Hoseok."

"Sure." He hummed, his fingers sliding across the GPS screen as you got the car started pulling out of the lot of the sex shop, listing to the robotic British voice that read off where to turn left and where to turn right.

"Mhm, If I'm staying the weekend what clothes will I wear?" You asked, "I only have the clothes I have on."

"You can wear mine, as for underwear I can spare a pair of boxers, but.." He smirked, "I wouldn't mind if you didn't wear any."

You rolled your eyes. "The sex is great but if I want some boxers you better hand them over." You stated as you pulled into his driveway.

"Don't beat me over it." He chuckled as he exited your car, you following close behind as he unlocked his front door. He flicked on the lights on reveal a clean and tidy living space. His shoes neatly piled by the door, next to his coat rack. He had a simple couch, coffee table and tv set up in his living room. A standard kitchen and living space. "Here's the bedroom." He led you down the hall to the bedroom, swinging open the door was a plainly decorated room, a lot of brown and white and a dash of orange decorated his room. "Make yourself at home." He motioned to the bed, "I 'll get you a change of clothes."

"Thanks." You took a seat on the bed, letting your coat fall from your shoulder,s your bag sitting at the edge of his bed, you peered around. His shelf was adorned with albums, lots of them rap, some rnb and a few of which were of EDM and dance music. He had bucket hats sitting on top of his collection of bear figurines. Nearby hung a ton a fuzzy pouches and fanny packs, your brows furrowed at them. They were the oddest things you've seen.

Stripping from your clothes, you waited on the bed in your panties and bra, Hoseok returning with a shirt and pair of pajama shorts for you. "Mhm, you really did make yourself at home." He chuckled.

You huffed, "You've seen it already does it matter now?" You swiped the clothes from him, slipping them off swiftly. His eyes prying on your form.

"I suppose it doesn't but I like looking at you." He hummed.

"Mhm." You kept your lips pursed. Hoseok says he isn't looking for anything but it oddly doesn't seem that way. Is he just normally this friendly, he's not keeping you at arm's length as you'd expect from someone who proposed such a relationship. "Have you ever done this before Hoseok?"

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he slipped out of his jeans and was once again in his boxers and tee. "Done what before? Watch a movie? Plenty of times."

Your eyes rolled, "No, I mean have you ever had a fuck buddy before?"

He looked at you, "Yeah, have you?" He keeps a straight face, as he leaned back onto the bed.

"No, I haven't but is it normal to be so friendly?"

He gave a chuckle. "I mean, it's different for everyone, I don't have the mean bone to keep things so stern and cold."

You gave a nod. "What things can't we do together?"

"Kiss." He responded quicker than you had expected.

"Kiss? We have sex but can't kiss." You furrowed your brows.

"Yeah, we already are having sex, but kissing to me is oddly more intimate... I can't kiss you." He looked at you, his eyes glossing over his form as the movie started playing. Strange enough it was Wally that appeared on the tv screen.

"I guess I can understand that." Your eyes trailed to the screen. "Why Wally?"

He smiled, "I love Wally." Both of you watched as the lonely robot collected cubed garbage. All alone out in space. You looked from the screen to Hosoek, his eyes shone as he watched the movie with a dopey smile on his face. This Hoseok was not the same snarky man you met at the store just a week before. You looked back to the lonely robot, Wally reminded you of Hoseok oddly enough.

As the movie progressed the two of you stayed leaned back together on the bed, Hoseok kept you atop his chest, his hands ever so lightly traveling up and down your thighs. "You look good in my shorts."

"How good?"

"You love compliments don't you dear?" He chuckled.

"What can I say, it's a kink of mine." You giggled gently opening your thighs for his traveling hands.

He gave a hum, "Is that so tell me your other kinks then." He slid his shorts off you, his hand gently skimming over your panties.

Your cheeks dusting slightly, "That's for you to find out Sir." You smirked. He gave a tsk, tugging your panties down.

"Brat."

"Your brat, Sir." You continued to egg him on.

"Yes, Mine." He growled as he leaned over grabbing a rope from his bedside drawer. "Since I have to guess what makes you weak, I suppose there's no harm in having fun my way." He smirks, before leaning close to your ear. "Remember the safe word?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir." You whimpered as he started to bound your hands. Keeping them tightly knotted with the rope. He reached once more and pulled out a collar, the front of the collar a loop for his to tie your hands to it.

"Don't tug too hard." He comments, he gave a harsh smack to your clit, watching your squirm and tug on the rope attached to the collar. "We've already played with a dildo, how does a vibrator sound to you? I know you just love to play with those don't you dear?"

You gave a whine, "I like the sound of that Sir."

"Of course you do dear. Your hungry little cunt will like whatever I give it." He gave a smirk. You gave a whimper of protest, he wasn't even wrong. Dipping down to your hips he gave your clit a curious lick, the flat of his tongue rolling against your sensitive bud, his eyes focusing in on you. He let the tip of his tongue flicked your rosebud. Your hips bucked against his tongue for more friction a whine escaping your lips. You wanted more of his tongue. He gave a tsk, he pulled his tongue away just as you began to rut against it.

"S-Sir, Please let me!" You gave a whine, he only shot you an evil grin as he grabbed a long sheer fabric, two long cloths, he gave a nod to the ceiling, there from the ceiling were hooks. He gave a hum as he tied the cloths to the ceiling, grabbing one of your legs wrapped in the cloth attaching it to the hook, he did the same with your other leg. The cloths keeping your legs spread for him, his eyes on your core as he picked out a vibrator from his collection. His collection could rival yours, he picked one that had a dildo as well as a smaller limb for clitoral stimulation. You chest starting to pound as he set the vibrator on the highest level.

"Tell me, dear should I wear a condom this time?" He drawled once more.

"N-No!"

He gave a smirk, "Why's that?"

"I trust you!" Your response was desperate as you core clenched around nothing, your slit glistening with arousal.

He hummed, "So desperate for my cock." He held up the vibrating dildo, squirting lube along its shaft, "Let's see how well you take two cocks in your pussy." He smirked, as he spread lube across your opening, gently dipping a finger into you as he did so. You mewls desperate the longer he teases your opening. Your bound wrists tugging against the collar on your neck. "Don't struggle baby, be a good cockslut and I'll give you a good reward." He held the vibrator to your slit, the tip slipping into your walls so easily you almost felt a bit of shame. Almost.

Once the dildo was fully in you felt the crown of Hoseok's shaft nudging your slit. The vibrator's extra limb pressing against your clit the sensation making your walls tremble around the silicone cock. "Eyes on me dear." He ordered as he pushed his cock into your core to accompany the dildo, both lengths stretching your walls. A slight burn from the stretch. You gave a small hiss, which he soothed by running his finger along your slit, gently giving them a small message as he began to buck his hips slowly. "Fuck this is a tight fit."

You gave a whimper, his hand on the dildo pumping it into you to match his thrusts. His bottom lips trapped between his teeth. Eyes lidded, he flicked your clit once more, pressing the limb of the dildo onto it to add more pressure to your sensitive nerves. "Does that feel good? Mhm, how does it feel to have two cocks spreading open your tight cunt? I bet it feels great." He smirked as he increases his pace, his thrust getting harder and more angled as he pumps the dildo into you. The two heads kissing you cervix each time his pelvis met yours.

Your cheeks crimson, your breaths jagged and your hips trembling. "You feel fucking amazing, your pussy all stretched out and wet." He growled, his eyes glossing over your face, your eyes closed. "Open your eyes dear, look at me when I fuck you, watch the way your greedy pussy can take two cocks. Fucking watch." His hand reaching to grab your jaw as he continued his thrusts, your eyes opening to meet his. A smirk on his face as he tilted you jaw down so you could watch him fuck you open, the dildo keeping you spread and the vibrator making your clit twitch. "That a girl, do you like watching two cocks keep your wet cunt stretched? Do you feel full? Does having two cocks in you make you happy?" He growled.

"Y-yes it does! Ahhh" Your hip stuttering as your walls tightened, your hips raising. His thrust angled as he took the dildo away, just his cock slammed into you. Both his hands on the bed, his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, both his legs together as he began to slam into you with all his strength. The hooks on the ceiling causing the fabric around your legs to tighten as he gave more power to his hips. Your wrist sore, and aching as they tugged on the ropes that bound them to your collar. "H-Hoseok!!!"

He let out a growl and his thrusts got harder as he chased his high, "I" he gave a thrust, "Told" he growled "You" his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets, "To Call Me Sir!" He raised one leg as he slammed into you fastest he could. His head thrown back in pleasure. His hips stuttering as he used you as a fuck doll. His body turning still, he let out a deep growl as he filled your cunt. Your hips twitching as he did so.

"S-Sir.." You whimpered.

Pulling from your core, he gave a grunt as he watched pearlescent drops drip from your core. "My little cum dump." He smirked, "Do you like being filled?" He uses a finger to swab at the escaping cum, holding the tainted finger to your lips. "Say Ahh."

Your mouth open, tongue wrapping around his finger. Cleaning it. "Very much so Sir."

"That's what I like to hear. Let's get you untied so I can fuck that pretty mouth in the shower, then after I fuck it I'm going to cum all over that pretty face. I'm going to use my dick to press my cum all over you. You'll love that, won't you? Being a cumslut, getting on your knees just so you can have my cum dripping down your pretty face?" He met every word he said and more.

His hands untying you, he gave your thigh a smack as you wobbled to your feet. "Get walking Slut." Your whimpers of pleasure echoed in the room as you wobbled to the bathroom, his footsteps following you.

Your eyes lidded, legs wobbly as he set the water, sliding the glass door to the shower open for you. His smirk was wide as he watched your eyes rake over his body, the water from the showerhead leaving him glistening, his once curly hair now stuck to his head as he motioned for you to enter. His voice a growl. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here bitch."

You gave a harsh swallow and nod, getting onto your hands and knees crawling into the shower with him, your body being greeted by the warm water that showered onto you. His hands were quick to lodge themselves into your hair, the tug harsh but welcomed as you gave him innocent eyes, "Sir?"

His dick twitching against his thigh as he looked at you, "Such a pretty little face." He lamented, "Your mouth looks a little lackluster, however... I wonder how we can fix that." His eyes wondering over your parted lips. "Do you have any idea dear?"

You gave a nod. "Sir I have a really good idea." Your tongue swiping over your lips as your eyes glossed over his throbbing length. His vein running along its length as it twitched under your gaze.

"What might that be?" He smirked.

"Let me show you, Sir." With that you inched yourself closer to him, your knees against the slippery shower floor, your hands wrapping around his length giving it a few experimental pumps to which he gave quiet groans that didn't echo well in the shower. Hearing his weak response a fire burned in you to make him scream. A sudden confident aura began to exude from you. Your pumps faster, and your mouth began to wrap around his crown. His tip perfectly fitting into your mouth. Your tongue swabbing the underside of his cock, the back of your throat accommodating him the further he etched into your wet cavern.

"What a dirty mouth," he smirked, his voice gruff as he grips your hair. "How many cocks have fucked it?"

Your eyes widening, your head bobbing, hands gripping his thighs, your legs rubbing against one another. The stretch of your mouth narrowing and widening the more your mouth slid from his base to his tip, his cock slightly curved. His crown poking into your cheek each time you pulled back. His face cherry, his hands tangled in your wet locks as he gave them tugs, the sting welcomed as it gave you a gentle burn you once again took his whole into your mouth. Carefully taking breaths between each stroke. Your gaze of him blurred by your tears, the way your tears gave him a shine as he threw his head back made your stomach coil.

His hips starting to stutter, his grip on your hair tightening as he started to thrust into your mouth. "Oh, Fuck, fuck." He growled, "I'm gonna fuck this mouth so fucking good. Mhm, gonna make you a fucking mute, you'll like that, losing your voice because of how much you suck my cock." he grunted as he fucked into your mouth. Your jaw on fire, tears running down your cheeks, his smirk quivering as he felt close. His thrusts were hard and angled as he made you gag. "That a girl fucking choke on it." He snarled, his breaths heavy, his chest heaving, his knuckles white.

The burn in the back of your throat numbed by his thrusts. "H-Holy shit!" He grunted, he pulled from your mouth, his hand rapidly pumping his shaft as he kept your hair in a grip. Your eyes lidded as they looked up as his glistening body, his bottom lip tucked into his mouth as he bit down on it. Ropes of white splattering against your cheeks and jaw, his head thrown back, he let out a loud moan. His eyes darkening as they took in your cum splattered face, his hand sliding from your hair to your jaw as he gripped it. "You look so good covered in my cum, bet you love being my personal cum dump, my little cumslut."

You gave a nod, your throat too raw to verbally agree to his lewd words. He gave a chuckle, his hand around his sensitive shaft as he pressed the tip of his cock against your cheek. The tip of his cock smearing his cum into your cheek, his eyes darkening as a thought came to his head. Something he hadn't done before but it piqued his interests. He pulled away from your face, his cock aiming at your chest, the shower head running over his form. "C-Can I..?" He looked at your his demeanor calmer.

You looked at him confused before realizing what he meant, Your eyes looking at him, he sported a semi, your cheeks red under his layer of cum. "N-Not my face." You managed to squeak.

He gave a smirk. "Of course dear." With that, he pulled you into the shower head as he showered your chest, your mind hazed as you never saw yourself as the type for water sports. The water from the showered head raining on you washing you clean within seconds of his release. "You're the first girl to let me do that.." he smirked, cleaning your chest before wiping your face. "What a good girl you are, such a good girl." He praised as he pulled you from your knees leaning you against him as he took care of your weak form.

You gave a small whimper and nod, still too raw to respond with words. He only gave a chuckle his inner sir leaving him as he returned back to the bright soul you were watching Wally with just an hour before.

Shutting the water off, he dried off the two of you. He made sure your hair was dry before exiting the bathroom with you. "Do you need a change of clothes?" His voice was softer.

You gave a nod, and he nodded back as he headed into his closet pulling out a shirt and pair of shorts for you. "Here you go." He handed them to you as he slipped on some boxers.

"T-Thank you." Your voice was stronger as you slipped into clothes.

"Hungry?" You shook your head no. Crawling into his bed fucked out, your body sinking into his plush sheet, a horse plushie sitting above the pillow near your head. Your thoughts wondering back to when you first arrived.

"I'll be in the kitchen snacking."

"Okay." You hummed, you bit your lip. You felt content with how things were, the sex was great, the two of you had chemistry but you never tried having this kind of relationship before. Sex always had to be with someone you connected with emotionally, why did it change when Hoseok came around. You swore up and down in the past you were a relationship girl, yet here you were laying in a guy's bed after he fucked you senseless.

Your teeth continued to gnaw at your lip. You liked Hoseok, romantically no, but as a person yes. However, you knew yourself and you knew you'd end up falling for this man if things continued like this for long.

"Back" he announced as he crawled into the bed next to you. You closed your eyes, faking sleep. Hoseok looked over at you turning over, he stayed on his side of the bed the whole night. The rest of the weekend continuing in the same cycle. Fucking, sleeping and not much talking other than the obligatory conversation.

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The weekend of fucking at Hoseok's came to an end. Once again you were driving from work ton his side of town, your duffel bag in the back of your car. The two of you exchanging small talk and the time to come over via text. Feeling peckish you stopped at the grocery store a block from Hoseok's apartment, sexually things were better off than your one-sided crush. You weren't the type for fuck buddy relations, but you were crushing on him. Were hurting yourself? Yes. Did you care? No. Anything to be close to him, this was an internal battle with yourself.

Grabbing a basket you walked around the store in search of snacks. Your hands traveled the shelves grabbing the necessities. Reaching for the nutter butters, while your hands knew what they were doing your feet didn't. One foot stepping wrong and down you came. You let out a small groan, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You okay?" A deep familiar voice asked.

Your eyes looking up caught by surprise Yoongi stood there offering you a hand. "Yoongi?"

"Oh shit, hey doll." He smirked, "What's brought you to this side of town. Another toy?"

You gave his arm a swat. "No, I'm here for a friend."

"Me?" He chuckled, teasingly.

Your eyes rolled, "As if."

"A booty call?" He gasped.

You bit your lip.

"You're really stepping out of your comfort zone, first it was v neck shirts now it's fuck buddies." He chuckled. You gave his arm another swat.

"Shut up I wasn't scared to wear v necks in high school."

"I beg to differ, one time I threw a tissue into your tits and yelled 'Score' and you never wore one again." He huffed.

"That goes without saying, my boobs aren't your personal shoot bins."

He smirked, "Mhm, can they be? I'm quite the straight shooter."

"Yoongi!"

"Yoongi?" A new voice interrupted your bickering.

"Hoseok?" The two of you said in unison, Yoongi's hand around your wrist to keep you from swatting him. Hoseok's eyes narrowing in on it.

"Hey Hoseok, nice running into you here." Yoongi comments, his hand on your wrist still, his other hand tugging your cheek. "Found a friend here." He smiled at you.

"I'm not your friend." you huffed.

"Mhm, bullshit we are close. Especially in high school."

"High school yes, but what did you do? Fuck my best friend and then you dumped her and chased after me."

Yoongi sighed, "Don't bring that up. Because then we went to that party and in the back of my car we had se-" You hands covered his mouth, eyes darting to Hoseok.

Hoseok's eyes narrowed, "I expect you at my house in an hour." He growled, turning around he walked with what looked like tonight's dinner.

"Y-Yeah." You responded, pulling away from Yoongi.

Hoseok still within earshot. Yoongi chuckled, "I gotta say I miss your snaky little ass." He chuckled, before walking off. Hoseok pretending not to hear, the grip on his basket tightening as he checked out. You quickly following, checking out following him into the lot. "W-wait for me Hobi!"

Hoseok felt frustrated, annoyed and angry, he took a deep breath. "Weren't you busy with Yoongi?" He huffed. He felt lied to. Sure, the two of you weren't dating or anything but he did ask you before if you had anything before and you said there wasn't anything. Yet, here Yoongi is hinting differently.

A tad taken aback you looked up at Hoseok, "No, he just helped me when I fell earlier and we started to bicker." You felt odd for having to justify yourself. "Wanna head back to yours together?"

Hoseok gave a sigh knowing his attitude was uncalled for. "Yeah, I just have to make a phone call, wait in the car for me?"

"Sure." You unlocked your car putting his bags with yours in the trunk, before slipping into the driver's seat as you entertained yourself with your phone. Your eyes traveling to your duffle bag where you packed a few toys you had just in mind for Hoseok this weekend. You wanted to return the favor from the previous week. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

Hoseok gave a sigh as his hand dived into his coat pocket fishing out his phone. He quickly called his most trusted friend. Namjoon. Phone pressed to his ear he listened to it ring as he wandered away from the car.

"Yeah?" A groggy voice picked up.

"Talk some sense into me bud." Hoseok sighed.

"What's bothering you?" Namjoon asked, his voice slightly muffled, as there was click coming from his end.

"You lighting a cancer stick?" Hoseok sneered.

"Shut up, you know I'm a regular smoker."

"You should stop that." Hoseok comments.

"I don't want to hear that from an occasional smoker like you." Namjoon rebutted.

"I only do it when times are tough.."

"Doesn't matter."

"I'm still salty about thinking something was cooking in your kitchen because of the smoke but then I walk in and it's just you and your smoke cloud of lies." Hoseok chuckled.

Namjoon laughed, "Why'd you call? What's been eating you?"

"I have a fuck buddy...I asked her before if she used to have something with a coworker of mine and she told me no... but clearly, she lied to me when she saw him today and I happened to see them. I have no right to be mad, he wasn't doing anything to her and I was the one who proposed the fuck buddy idea but I feel so annoyed seeing specifically him around her."

Namjoon hummed, "You seem to like her more than a friend."

Hoseok groaned, "This was supposed to be a fuck buddy, smash her and dash type of deal for when we meet."

Namjoon took an audible puff of his cigarette, "Does it have to be that way? Do you really need to restrict yourself like that?"

"I mean I don't think I'm ready to devote myself like that to someone.."

"Do you fuck her exclusively?"

"Yeah, I do."

"So devoting your body to her is doable, but mentally being ready for a relationship is the challenge?" Namjoon asked as he took another puff.

"I suppose that could be it."

"Give it a shot, you two can fuck up but give it a shot dude, she may feel the same." Namjoon proposed.

Hosoek bit his lip. "I'll entertain the idea."

"Good now I'm going to relax."

"And watch hentai?"

Namjoon coughed, "W-what?"

"Don't deny it I saw your computer screen a few weeks back. Stop hanging out with Jungkook you're picking up bad habits."

"Shut up I can shame your kinks too" Namjoon huffed.

"My kinks don't call my dick kawaii."

"You bitch."

"Byeeee" Hoseok hung up. Feeling a little better he got into the car. "Let's head to my place dear."

"Alrighty." You started the car, driving to his place. Car Parked the two of you carried in groceries. Setting the bags on the counter you took your coat off reaching for his apron. "I'll start dinner."

He snatched the apron before your hand reached it. "I don't think so you have some explaining to do."

You gulped, eyes avoiding him.

"From what Yoongi said today seems like you two were old flames." He commented, his eyes running over you.

"It wasn't like that, we used to "date" we used to in high school but it only lasted a month..." You confessed, "It doesn't count."

Hoseok huffed, "Why doesn't it count?"

"It wasn't serious." You defended.

"Serious enough for him to fuck you in the back of his car." Hoseok growled.

"W-What does it matter? This is old news Hoseok, it started and ended in high school."

"It matters because you lied about it." Hoseok snarled, "Did he take your virginity?"

You stayed silent which annoyed Hoseok even more. it annoyed him Yoongi got a part of you he would never have, growling he gripped your hips. He was going to fuck you so hard you forget who Yoongi was. Pressing you against the counter, his eyes dark. Veins protruding from his neck, he tugged at your jeans, almost ripping them from you. "I'm going to fuck your sweet little cunt and I'm going to ask you questions and I expect honest fucking answers. If I feel like you are lying I'll fucking ruin you."

Sliding your panties aside he pulled the band of his sweatpants and slammed into you, his hips slamming into you as he kept your legs spread, his arms separating them as he gripped your hips. "Who fucks you better?" He growled, his dick slamming into your walls. The kitchen echoing with the sounds of skin slapping. His grip on your waist deadly as he continued to give it to you harshly. "Answer me whore!"

"Y-You!!!" You cried out your hands cupping your tits over your shirt.

He groaned, "Can he ever fuck you like I can? Does your pussy get as wet for him as it does me? Does it squeeze his cock like how it does mine?!" He snarled, his thrusts aggressive as his questions seemed to rile him more.

"No!! Noo he doesn't, he doesn't compare!! Fuck I'm only like this for you, just you.Fuckkkk!!" You cried out.

Emotions running as wild as his hips, his grip bound to leave marks as he lost himself in your mound. He had to fight the urge to bite down on your neck. Veins protruded from his pelvis as he angled, his thrusts. "Are you ever going to lie to me again?!"

"N-NoSir!!"You whined.

"I can't hear you bitch!"

"No Sir!!" You shouted, your walls tightening around him.

He let out a guttural growl. He felt close, letting out a loud moan, his thumb circling your clit, he filled you. You chest heaving, and toes curling as you felt your release shake your body. His head resting against your shoulder.

"Clean up and get started on dinner." He caught his breath as he pulled out, sliding your panties back in pace. You gave a nod, tripping the counter as you caught your breath. Grabbing your duffle bag with a wobble you made your way to the bathroom to clean up and change before returning to wipe up the kitchen before you even thought about dinner. Hoseok in his bedroom as he laid on the bed. Shocked by his own actions.

Returning to the kitchen your desire to give Hoseok a taste of his own medicine continued to brew, as you began to prepare food. Your teeth gnawing at your gums, as you continued to devise your plan of attack. Hoseok returning from his room to sit in the living room as you cooked. He put on once again another Disney movie.

Setting dinner in the over it had about an hour to cook and that was more than enough time for your plan to take place, grabbing your duffle bag you sneaked it into Hoseok's bedroom, "Hoseok can you help me with this?" You called out from his bedroom, a grin on your faced as you heard his footsteps approaching.

"What is it?" He asked as he peered at you, walking over to where you stood by his desk, his brow raised. You quickly pushed him into his office chair, your handcuffs swiftly found their place around his wrists. His eyes widening, "What's this?"

"What does it look like baby?" You smirked, "Payback."

His eyes darkened. "You're trying to dom me?"

"Trying? Oh, you must be mistaken. I am domming you." You gave a sly wink, your hands running down his chest, rope in your hand as you tied his legs to the wheelchair. "Now be a good boy for Mistress."

Hoseok gave a grunt the second you referred to yourself as Mistress. You hands tugging on his shorts, his cock semihard as it was released from his cotton confines. Reaching into your duffle bag you pulled out lube and a decently sized black casing. Unzipping the case you revealed to him silver rods of varying widths, and lengths. His brow raised. "What kink is this?"

You smirked, "Last week it was my turn to do something I wasn't sure of, this week it's your turn. You remember our word feel free to use it and I'll stop right away."

You got on your knees, giving his tips a soft kiss, before a gentle suck, taking the bottle of lube your squirted a more than generous amount into your hand. Your palm running over his tip, his breath stopping as he huffs, his chest heaves due to the sensitivity he's feeling. "I'm going to stretch you out okay?"

Hoseok looked at the rods putting two and two together he gulped and gave a nod. "W-What's this called?"

"Sounding." You responded, pumping him before grabbing the smallest rod, slicking it with lube placing it as his top, lining it carefully with his slim, the rode only a tad bit bigger than his slit. "T-This may sting a bit, say the word if fit becomes too much."

"I-I trust you." he shivered as the rod, touched his hypersensitive tip. Gently you began to push the rod into his slit, his cock twitching in your hand as you did so, your free hand giving him pumps to distract from the pain. His head thrown back, veins protruding as he bit his lip. "You're taking it so well baby boy, so, so well." You inched the rod in further, his pelvis veins starting to pop, his breaths heavy. You free hand pumping, your tongue swabbing around the base of the rod where it met his tip.

"A-Ahh" He groaned, the pain there, but so was pleasure, giving the rod gentle turns and slow pumps he felt sparks. The feeling immense, his wrists tugging the cuffs and his legs tugging the ropes.

"Do I keep going?"

"Y-yes Mistress." he hummed as he looked into your eyes, then back to his cock where the thin rod pumping into his slit, your tongue circling his base as your hands pumped his shaft. His eyes lidded and his moan light as you continued your ministrations, your tongue and hands more determined the more he lost himself.

The gentle stings turning numb, your tongue lapping at his cock like a kitten as he continued to twitch. The rod continuing to slowly pump in and out of him a few centimeters at a time. His body trembling and twitching with pleasure. This was his first time being dominated. His first time letting a woman reduce him how reduces them. He craved for more.

The sensations building the more you pumped the rod, the more your tongue swiped over him, the more you slowly tortured him. The more you made him crumble. The more you made him moan and grown. The sounds echoing off the walls. "I-I"

"Speak clearly baby boy." You smirked.

"I-I'm close." He huffed, "Mistress please let me cum."

You pretended to think about it. "Since you were such a cooperative boy for me I'll allow it." You continued, to lick and pump him, his hips stuttering and trembling as you did so, giving a harsh grunt he let out a weak whine. Your thighs rubbing together. Removing the rob from his slit you were pleased to find it coated white, looking him in the eyes you lapped at the rod. Cleaning it before him.

He watched with tired lustful eyes. You untied and uncuffed him. He stayed slumped over in the office chair. "Baby girl..."

"Yes?"

"That was fun." he smirked, his smirk fading the longer he looked at you. "Say.." he began.

"What?"

"D-Do you want to stop being fuck buddies?"

Your heart sank, your eyes starting to water. "W-What?"

He looked at you, "You were supposed to be a one-time thing turned fuck buddy but now I can't just be fuck buddies with you. C- Can we take a shot in the dark and try a normal relationship?" His voice slightly quivering as he tucked himself in his sweatpants.

You froze, not sure you heard him right. "A normal relationship?"

"Yeah."

You bit your lip, a blush on your face. "Y-yes , yes, yes."

He looked at you shocked, "I wasn't the only one thinking about it?"

You shook your head, "I've been thinking about it too, but I thought you wanted to stay strictly fuck buddies."

"A friend of mine convinced me to give it a shot." He confessed. He made a mental note to thank Namjoon later.

You inched closer to him, "Does that mean I can kiss you now?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Lay it on me baby."

You giggled connecting his lips to yours, your hands cupping his cheeks and his tangled into the back of your hair. A burnt smell filling the house. the two of your parted lips yelling in unison, "Dinner!"

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Good Enough b.h; Part 1

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Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, unedited.

“Will I ever be good enough for anyone?”

“You’ve been good enough for me since the beginning.”

In which a singer tries her hand at acting, and ends up with a lot more than she bargained for.

A/N: this is my first attempt at a longer fic, forgive me if anything is inaccurate/grammar mistakes/mistakes in general it’s 1 am and i haven’t slept in the past 28 hours and i just wanted to get this up. – “You got the part.”

“What? Wait, is this a joke? Are you serious right now?” your lungs didn’t seem nearly big enough, as you desperately gasped for air. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I’m completely serious! You landed the role. You’re Mary Austin. How does it feel to be able to say that? You’re Mary fucking Austin.”

Your heart was pounding in the chest as you were on the phone with your manager, Anthony. This was it. This was your big break in the industry. You just landed the role of the woman who stole Freddie Mercury’s heart.

You had been wildly successful in the music industry for almost five years, as you were about twenty-two shows away from finishing your second world tour for your sophomore album. And while writing music, performing said music, wrapping your tongue around unfamiliar languages and your mind around foreign cultures satisfied you, you always yearned for more. And that’s what led you to acting.

At first, it was an idea you had late at night. “What if I started to act?” But you shot the idea down yourself. You convinced yourself it’d be a distraction. Your manager would never say yes, it’d be too much work for you to handle, you wouldn’t be good at it. Not to mention the extra stress that would’ve been added to your already quite strained schedule. And on top of that, most singers never made it in the acting industry. But once the seed of this idea was planted in your brain, it began to grow. It soon became all you could think about. So, after a few extremely long phone calls with your manager and a few meetings in the city, you managed to set up your first audition. And the rest is history.

At first, you did a few commercials for some popular brands. Some advertising videos, skits for Facebook and Instagram, a few small parts in tv shows and smaller movies here and there, but nothing too major. However, when you heard a murmur through the grapevine about the part of Mary Austin in a biopic about Queen? For a lack of a better way to describe your emotions, you just about shit your pants.

Queen has been one of your favorite bands your entire life(thanks to your father), and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Freddie Mercury and Queen were your heroes. Freddie was the main reason you decided to start writing music, and that beautiful man made you fall in love with the art of performance. You took inspiration from him in almost every single aspect of your life. You couldn’t just let an opportunity like this pass you by.

You had submitted an audition tape to the producers one day after a particularly tiring show in Belgium, following a two-week crash course with a dialect coach practicing your British accent. You quickly ran through a few lines of the emotionally extensive script, submitting your video a few moments later. And about four days following the submission of your video, you got a phone call from your manager telling you that you did, indeed, land the part. And you were ecstatic. You were even more elated when you received a similar phone call informing you who got the part of Freddie Mercury; one of your good friends, Rami Malek. You screeched so loud one of the people in the hotel room next to yours came over to ask if you were all right. But you were far better than just “all right.”

You had met Rami backstage before an interview you did with him on Jimmy Fallon’s show, and you two exchanged phone numbers and the rest was history. The both of you were best friends for a while; practically inseparable. The both of you were hanging out at least every other day before distance slowly caused you to drift apart. But a gap between you wouldn’t really be any interference since you’d be working on this movie together. Problem solved.

And so, after a few headaches and way, way too many phone calls(all of which were extremely unnecessary to you), you rearranged the final three shows of your tour to leave you right smack dab in the middle of London, right where you needed to be to begin filming this movie. Everything was beginning to fall into place. – You slowly stretched your arms up over your head, arching your back and cracking your neck. Today. Today was the day you finally got to begin shooting Bohemian Rhapsody.

You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. When you heard the news of your success at landing the role as Mary, time started to pass by as if it was in slow motion, and days started to drag on as you waited for shooting to begin. You could only reread the script so many times before it became so mind-numbing it made you sick to even look at it.

Throwing on a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck, you looked at yourself in the hotel mirror. The bags under your eyes were slightly apparent, and you made a note in your head to try and cover them up before leaving your room and checking out.

You grabbed your cellphone and unplugged it from its charger, typing in your passcode and pressing your boyfriend’s contact. The phone rang for a while, but no answer. Your heart sunk slightly at the sound of his voicemail.

“Hey, Y/BF/N. Just wanted to call and say hey before I head to set. I hope your tour is going well, I love you and can’t wait to see you. Talk to you later.”

You sighed gently as you hit the circular “end call” button and set your phone down. No more time for being sad over the strange lack of contact with your significant other. You had a movie to film.

You checked over your room quickly, just to be sure you had packed everything. After all, having all of your clothes would be imperative for the lengthy stay in your new trailer.

Hearing the news that you got to live in your very own trailer while on set was weirdly exciting for you. It felt like a rite of passage, almost like it validated your acting career in an odd way.

Wheeling your two extremely full suitcases behind you, and your backpack sitting gracefully on your shoulders, you slowly but surely made your way to the lobby of the hotel you were staying in. You swiftly checked yourself out and made your way to the notably empty parking lot. Made sense that it would be empty. After all, it was almost 5 am in London.

A black SUV was awaiting you near the doors, ready to take you to your new home for the next few months. Saying you were excited was an understatement.

Making small talk with your chauffeur for the morning, Todd, you admired his thick British accent. You appreciated his unique pronunciation of the words you knew and the few pieces of British slang that were unfamiliar to your remarkably American brain. Hopefully you’d start picking up on those sooner or later. You pretended to be mildly interested in Todd’s ranting about his three children as you lazily twisted your hair around your index finger, head rested against the tinted window. But to be honest, your mind was elsewhere.

You began nervously biting at your already extremely bitten nails as you neared closer and closer to the filming location, thoughts beginning to race through your mind. What if the cast didn’t like you? What if you embarrassed yourself? What if you suddenly forgot all your lines? What if you were so bad at acting they fired you on the spot?

Your worrying was cut short as the short and stout driver with grey stubble pulls onto a gravel road, pulling up to a security gate. He rolls down the window and tells the woman standing in the tiny concrete building to the left of the car something about dropping you off, but you aren’t paying much attention. You’re too busy watching the busy hustle and bustle up ahead, of tons of people with jobs and places to be and things to do. It seems as if everyone is running out of time, due to the quick pace that they’re all walking. The driver pulls up to an average sized building with two very heavy duty black doors.

“I’ll drop you off here, and then I’ll run your bags to your trailer if that’s all right with you Miss Y/L/N.” Todd’s voice snaps you back to reality. “Yes, that sounds great. Thank you, Todd.” he nods as you slowly clamber out of the car, adjusting your purse on your shoulder and walking into the building. You can feel your heart beginning to speed up its rhythm in your chest.

You walk up to the shiny black desk in front of you, about to ask the friendly looking receptionist where you’re needed before an enthusiastic voice echoes through the lobby.

“Y/N!” you turn around to see none other than Rami Malek standing before you. You grin as you run straight into him, your chin resting on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his neck. You pull away as he gives you a quick peck on the cheek. “Long time no see, ay?” you hum, looking at the familiar man as he grins and looks down at his shoes. You admire the small crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Oh, how you missed him.

“You know, I almost cried when I heard you got the part.” He spoke with an eloquence unmatched by anyone you had ever met before. His voice sent shivers down your spine. “And why was that?” you inquired, as he slowly brought his eyes back up to meet yours.

“Because I knew I couldn’t do it with anybody else. It needed to be you. I just had this feeling, you know? And with our friendship, I knew our chemistry would be good. I was just really excited.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, as you tucked a piece of your soft hair behind your ear. It was strange, with Rami. You hadn’t heard from him in months, yet the conversation flowed with ease, almost as if you last talked two days ago.

“You should’ve heard me when I found out you were Freddie.” Rami cocked an eyebrow at your statement as he offers his left arm. You accept his invitation, interlocking your right arm with his as you start walking alongside him, “I was screaming bloody murder. The hotel sent someone from the front desk up to check on me,” Rami let out a loud chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced at you, a twinkle in his bulbous orbs.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something for Rami when you first met him. I mean, who could blame you? A fashion-conscious, well spoken, educated man? In this economy? A rare occurrence, at best. You started to fall for him when your friendship was at its peak, but it just doesn’t feel the same now. Besides, you now have a loving boyfriend, and Rami has an absolutely beautiful girlfriend. No need to “mingle” with any of your castmates.

You continued your walk down a particularly long hallway with locked arms in silence. But, it was a comfortable silence. That was your favorite thing about Rami. No matter what, he always made you feel at ease. You finally reached a certain door that Rami stopped at, taking a deep breath and looking at you.

“Ready to meet the rest of the band?” you nodded quickly, trying to gather yourself to make the best first impression you could. It was almost as if Rami could sense your nerves.

He gave your arm a comforting squeeze, a slight grin causing the left corner of his mouth to curve upwards into a smile. As you said, he was always able to calm you down. He pushed the door open, and it was almost as if the sound erupting from the tiny room slapped you across the face. Rami grinned at you sheepishly, an apology already bubbling at his lips before you walked swiftly into the room.

“Guys, can you all shut your traps for two goddamn seconds and meet Y/N?” Rami’s voice carried, and suddenly the volume level in the room decreased dramatically. Three unfamiliar eyes were suddenly trained on you, and you sent them a nervous smile, tucking your long hair behind your ear, twisting it around your index finger. This was something you tended to do when you were nervous.

A particularly tall man started walking toward you, a big smile on his elongated face. You imagined him with a mop of curly hair, and immediately knew that this must be the man playing none other than Brian May.

“You must be Gwilym, right?” you smiled, reaching out to shake his abnormally large hand, “I’m Y/N.”

“Amazing to finally meet you, Y/N. Rami has told us loads about you.” you smiled up at him, as you were about 6 inches shorter than his towering figure. He made small talk with you, asking about your flight to London and if you had any trouble arriving on set.

“Oh. My. God. It’s you. It’s really you. I’m in a room with THE Y/N. Wow. I might pass out. Am I dreaming?” a man with curly hair joked, his thick sarcasm lacing his words as he turned to the man next to him. “Pinch me. Wake me up from this dream. It’s too good to be true.” you laughed, shaking your head as you looked up to meet his eyes as he started walking towards you. You curled your finger around a strand of hair as the stranger walked towards you.

“And you must be Joe!” you held out your hand, only to be engulfed in the slightly taller man’s arms. “You’re my new best friend, and best friends don’t shake hands. We hug.”

And although Joe was joking, you clung to his words for a few seconds. It warmed your heart to think that he was already so accepting of you. “This is my other best friend, Allen. Sorry new bestie, you’re going to have to share me. I have a lot of best friends. But there’s plenty of this,” he points at himself, “to go around. I promise.” you giggled, lightly hitting his forearm with the back of your hand. It’s actually quite insane how comfortable you felt around him already, despite you knowing him personally for approximately a minute and a half. You looked up, swiftly scanning the room to look for the final member of the main cast you haven’t had a chance to meet yet. Gwil must’ve seen you look around because he did the same thing. “Has Anyone seen Ben recently? Or did he sneak off for a smoke again?”

“He left about ten minutes ago. Either taking a really, really, nice shit or went to smoke. I’ll let your beautiful minds decide what you want to believe,” Joe’s comment left the entire room laughing lightly under their breath as they returned back to whatever they were doing before you had walked in.

You had been sitting on the couch for about twenty minutes, talking to Joe and answering his many questions about your childhood, career, upcoming music, college and, strangely, what movie you would choose if you could only watch one for the rest of your life. You saw how he could potentially come off as nosy to a high-strung individual, but to you, he was just curious and always had a desire to learn more. You admired that about him, as you were very similar.

The door of the tiny room opened, and a man with fluffy, slightly untidy blonde hair briskly strolls into the room, slipping off the brown leather jacket snugly hugging his muscular shoulders. Your eyes followed him for a split second and it took everything in you to tear your eyes away from the Greek God that just waltzed into the room.

“There he is! My boyfriend. I missed you SO much.” Joe grasped his chest, motioning at the man to walk over. The mysterious man shook his head and let out a soft laugh, his head down as he typed furiously into his phone. You stood up quickly, smoothing out the front of your shirt. Joe gestured to you, and his eyes swept over you quickly, causing a small bout of butterflies to swarm through your empty stomach. You swore your heart was beating so loud, everyone in the room could hear it echoing in your chest.

“You must be Ben. It’s really nice to meet you, I’m-” you began to introduce yourself to the unreasonably attractive man, holding your hand out before he interrupts you. “Y/N.”

“Y-Yeah that’s me.”

The way your name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down your spine. It caught you off guard. His green orbs that glimmered with a tinge of blue slowly met yours, and he smiled sheepishly, before breaking the eye contact and dropping your hand. There was an awkward silence that fell between the two of you, even amidst the chatter of the room. Ben opened his mouth like he was about say something, before a familiar voice interrupted his train of thought.

“Hey hey hey, let’s not get too comfortable over there. That’s my boyfriend. Back off Y/N!” Joe spoke from across the room, sarcastic anger dripping from his mocking words. Ben rolled his eyes, mouthing a “sorry” to you before walking away from you, aimlessly making his way to the other side of the room.

You were left alone, and you rubbed the back of your neck with your right hand. It wasn’t normally like you to act so awkward and secluded around someone, especially someone you didn’t know.

But, nevertheless, you could finally check one thing off your list of worries. The cast was absolutely amazing. Now all you needed to stress about was actually filming the movie.

But little did you know, that would soon become the very least of your worries.

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