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Mr. and Mrs. Barnes
Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?
Word Count: Over 3k
Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didnât bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.
At least Steve and Sam were excused from the event due to a mission.
Leaning against one of the pillars and tugging at his bowtie, he spaced out momentarily. No one looked his way, but he still felt judged. Like he didnât just belong at the event, but amongst anyone. He wanted to go home, get out of his tuxedo, and get the product out of his slicked back hair. He debated sneaking away from some air until he blinked and saw the reason he was truly there: you, the only real person in the crowd of liars and cheaters.
He never understood the expression of clothes clinging to someone like a second skin until you stepped into your floor-length black dress earlier this evening, the fabric enhancing every beautiful curve of your body. His eyes narrowed as you moved around the room and exchanged smiles and handshakes with people. Your aura drew people to you, men brushing against you and their stares lingering for far too long. It served as another reminder of why he didnât want to go tonight, especially when a General gripped your arm.
If he had a glass in his hand it wouldâve shattered.
Convincing you to stay in bed didn't work since you both had to make an appearance, but it didn't mean he wanted you apart from him. âGet over here,â he whispered, craving your attention, needing you close.
As if you sensed him seeking you out, likely feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to meet his gaze across the room. Your eyes sparkled with love that he never thought heâd receive in his lifetime. The kind of love he never wanted to be without again. âWould you please excuse me?â You asked loud enough for him to catch as you removed your arm from the manâs grip. âMy husband is waiting for me.â
Your hips swayed as you worked your way toward Bucky, not stopping for any other man who tried to catch your eye. Hearing you call him your husband brought the first smile to his face since he arrived. He still couldnât believe some days that you wanted forever with him. âI was wondering when my beautiful wife would remember I was here,â he said once you were close enough, reaching out for your hand.
The moment you took it, he stood tall and pulled you against him. He was certain no one else came close to the intimidating vibe he put out, his hold on you possessive as you smiled. âAs if I could forget. Practically heard you growling when General Rando touched my arm,â you teased.
âBecause he has no right to touch you,â he said, your lashes fluttering as you spun away. His hands guided you back to him. âI know youâre better with people than I am, which is why youâre the one who has to socialize and Iâm sorry for that. But you also said Iâm not allowed to break any fingers tonight and I won't be held responsible if he tries to touch you again.â
He swore he didnât have a possessive bone in his body until you sauntered into his life, giving him hopes and dreams and longing.
You laughed at him, a seductive sound that had a few heads turning. âYou do know I can break his fingers myself, right?â
He chuckled, leaning close to your ear and tickling your skin with his breath. âI know you're more than capable of kicking his ass. One of your many wonderful qualities,â he whispered. People underestimated you and that was always a mistake. âBut I still don't like that he touched you like he wanted to own you.â
You rang a finger along his bowtie. âWe all know who owns me and we know I own you, too,â you said, holding up your hand to show him your wedding ring. He tried to ignore how fast his heart pounded at the sight of his ring on your finger, the pledge you two made together. âIn a very healthy, non-toxic sort of way, of course.â
He smirked, glancing around at the crowd before looking back at you. âOf course, but maybe we could give everyone a friendly reminder that weâre a happily married and loyal couple.â His voice dropped lower, teasingly. He wanted to make your heart race like his. âOr maybe we could sneak away for a bit. Make this night a little more interesting.â
âSneak away?â You feigned innocence as you blinked at him. He was certain any innocence you had before he met you was gone thanks to him. âWhatever for?â
âYou know what for. Itâll be like that expo we went to a few months ago.â Bucky tilted his head slightly, studying your face closely. He easily picked up your sharp inhale, the way your pupils dilated and lips parted. It was clear that sneaking off was something that very much interested you. âCâmon, baby. This gala is boring and neither of us want to be here. My idea is much more fun. You know it is.â
He touched your cheek, your skin warm under his hand. He wasnât able to keep you in bed earlier like he wanted, but the thought of pulling you away and having you right here and now had his stomach fluttering with excitement. âThis gala is boring,â you agreed carefully.
âThen letâs make it exciting.â His thumb brushed across your lips and it took everything in him not to push his thumb inside. âYou made me come to this thing. Donât I deserve something for showing up and behaving?â
âI haven't made you come yet.â His muscles went taut when you briefly sucked the digit into your mouth, electricity crackling under his skin. He admired your boldness, how you were unashamedly yourself in front of these people. You didn't and would never care what they thought. âAnd I didn't make you come to this event, but I can make it worth your while.â
He held your chin and moved close until only an inch separated your faces. Your eyes gleamed with a hunger that rivaled his. The air crackled between you, daring you both to give over to your obvious desires. âAnd how exactly do you plan to do that?â He rasped when you suddenly pulled back and helped move him across the floor in a dance.
âMy plan? I thought sneaking away was your idea,â you smiled, guiding you both closer to the open doorway. âBut if we can find a closet or dark corner, you can do whatever you want with me. And Iâll even let you fuck my throat first thing tomorrow morning for behaving.â
A rumbling, deep groan escaped his throat. His fingers dug in possessively when he gripped the nape of your neck and tilted your head so he could taste your skin. Your body molding against his, soft and yielding against his solid frame, wasnât enough. There were too many clothes in the way and he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.
âYou drive me crazy, Mrs. Barnes,â he whispered, lifting his head to look into your eyes.
âThe feeling is mutual, Mr. Barnes.â You bit your lip once he waltzed you for enough away from prying eyes, the heat flaring between you. âI need you.â
Every nerve ending came to life when he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged past your lips, holding you steady as he devoured you. You melted against him, which only brought forth his primal hunger more. His intensity never scared you and he would be forever thankful for that.
You gasped as your back hit a wall, the sounds of chatter and music from the ballroom muffled. Your nails scraped the fabric of his jacket, both of you lost in sensations of lust and desire. As one of your hands continued its journey to his shoulder, the other wandered down his torso and didnât stop until you gripped his thick erection through his pants.
He abruptly broke the kiss when you gave him a squeeze, his eyes wild. âFuck,â he breathed, gripping your wrist and pushing more firmly against your hand. âYou feel that? Thatâs what you do to me.â
With dizzying speed, he spun you so that your back pressed against his front. You panted as his hand ventured through the slit of your dress and brushed along your trembling thigh. âWait until you feel how wet I am,â you whispered, grinding your hips back against his.
His mouth brushed the exposed column of your throat, alternating between small bites and open mouthed kisses. âStill get wet for me?â He asked, massaging your breast with his vibranium hand and drawing another gasp from you when he pinched your nipple. He marveled at how much he could feel with that hand and how heâd never harm you with it.
âHave you seen yourself? One look from you and Iâm soaked.â Your back arched as he bit down again. He wished he saw himself the way you did. âAnd youâre my husband. That craving for you isnât going away.â
He rocked his hips against yours, seeking out more contact and friction as his cock throbbed and heart swelled. Marriage wasnât a constant honeymoon phase. It took work. Effort. Compromise. But you were worth every moment, every struggle, every up and down.
Laughter from a few feet away had him lifting his head, both of you looking toward where the noise was coming from. âFuck,â he snarled, wanting to scream at whoever it was to go the fuck away.
âThereâs a closet around the corner. We just need to pick the lock,â you told him, smiling over your shoulder. âI may have scoped out the place in case this happened.â
He chuckled, utterly in awe of you. âI fucking love you,â he exhaled.
Walking with an aching hard-on wasnât easy, but he managed to get you both further away from the ballroom. He picked the lock with record speed once you got to the door and moved you both inside. He flipped on the light, wanting to see as much of you as he could. For a moment, you two stared at each other and waited for the other to make a move. He loved the anticipation.
âIâm disappointed in you, Mr. Barnes,â you said, reaching for the doorknob to lock it. He was about to ask what he possibly did to upset you when you smirked. âYou didnât mention anything about me not wearing any panties.â
His cock was ready to burst from his pants. âBecause that fucking clown out there interupted me,â he rumbled, pinning you against the door and crowding your body. His nose touched yours as he hiked your dress up, desperate to kiss you again. Eager to feel your wetness. âYou trust me?â
It was a question he always asked. You put all of yourself into his care, your body, mind, heart, and soul. It was only fair that he made sure you still wanted him to be the one for you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Even then a single lifetime would never be enough for him. He wanted a thousand lives with you.
âAlways,â you said, an ache in your voice that he couldnât resist. He fused his lips with yours, building up the fire all over again when his hand found your damp heat. The most intimate part of you where you allowed him to make himself at home. Your hands shook as you went to undo his pants, wanting to free him. âAnd you trust me?â
It wasnât just his heart that contracted. His very soul trembled, wanting to wrap itself up in your light and love. ���With everything in me,â he promised, sighing when he pulled his cock free from his underwear. âIâll worship you later. Those gorgeous tits of yours. Your sweet cunt.â
Once you were home, heâd slip off your dress and give every beautiful inch of your body the attention it deserved. Heâd draw a bath for you, too, and hopefully join you so he could simply hold you. But he was desperate for you now. He thought heâd burn if he didnât have you.
You hiked a leg around him, moving your hips enticingly. There was only so much he could take. And who wouldnât fall under the tempting spell of your body? âIâm ready for you.â Your soft moan echoed in his ears as he trailed a finger along your slit to your clit, barely touching it. He knew it would shoot small sparks through your body until you begged for more. âI mean it, Barnes. Get. Your cock. In me.â
âMy needy little wife,â he whispered against your lips as he gripped the base of his cock and probed your entrance. The breathy sound you made when he began to push in had his blood pulsing in euphoria. It was a wonder he fit some days with how tight you were, but your slick heat stretched and welcomed him every time.
âMy needy husband,â you smiled as you enveloped him completely, your fingers curling in his hair.
âWhat kind of man isnât needy for his wife?â He began to thrust in deep, deliberate strokes. It matched the rhythm of the music in the distant ballroom, the two of you creating your own sultry dance. Maybe he would go up in flames. At least heâd have you to burn with. âFuck, your body was made for my cock.â
Each snap of his hips tore more moans and whimpers from your throat and sent shockwaves through his system. You clenched around him with a smile, looking like a debauched angel. âMy pussy was made for you, so ruin it.â
He groaned, his pulse beating strongly as his grip tightened on your hips. He fucked you without restraint, just as greedy for you as you were for him. Allowing himself to feel you and what you did to him was everything he was denied for so long. His life had only been order. Pain. You let him lose control. You gave him pleasure. Even a home.
I love you.
âI love you, too, Bucky,â you panted, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to surface. âI love you, too.â
His pace picked up, urgent, frenzied. At this rate, he might explode into fragments from your declaration and how good you felt. âYou love me?â He bit out, his eyes opening and breaths harsh as he felt you clench again.
You cried out, his hand flying up to brace your head before it hit the door. âSo much,â you moaned as you gazed at him. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Fierce in love and loyalty, patient and steadfast. He feared some days heâd need you more than you needed him, but you drove that thought from his mind. âIâm yours.â
âIâm not gonna last,â he warned. He couldnât with the way you looked at him, the way your walls gripped him, knowing you were his.
âNeither amâŚâ Your mouth fell open as your release hit you, your fluids drenching him. It was a wonder to watch you go over the edge in a blissful orgasm. He wanted to be right there with you.
âThere you go. Good girl,â he encouraged, your body still tight around his cock. He erupted in one last thrust, his head falling back with an animalistic roar. âFuckâŚâ
Bucky braced a hand against the door, the other holding you like a lifeline. If only the two of you were at home so he could properly cuddle with you. His breathing remained ragged for a bit as he came down from his high, your breathing beginning to steady, too. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you thoroughly ravaged and satisfied. âWorth every second of being here,â he sighed, slowly pulling out of your twitching hole. You inhaled when he moved a hand down and swiped two fingers along the mess seeping out of you. âClean them off for me, baby,â he ordered huskily, bringing them to your mouth.
Obediently, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your combined essence, moaning at the tangy flavor. He tucked himself away once you finished up, afraid that heâd fuck you all over again if he didnât get completely dressed. It didnât stop him from gazing longingly at you as he fixed his jacket.
And it didnât stop him from imagining your mouth around his cock the next morning.
âNow.â You grimmaced slightly as he helped you steady yourself and straighten out your dress. He knew that look. It was the look you got for a split second whenever the sticky remnants continued to trickle down your thighs. He loved having that claim on you. âHow do you expect me to go back to the gala after that?â
âI donât,â he smirked, his hands moving back to your hips as he snuck in a gentle kiss. âI think itâs time to get you home and back in our bed where you belong. I promised Iâd worship you, remember?â
You nodded, your eyes still slightly dazed. âOn one condition.â
He titled his head. âWhatâs that?â
A slow smile curved your mouth, his heart pounding and cock twitching back to life at your answer, âYou put a baby in me tonight.â
So, lovelies, was it okay? I feel rusty. And who wants a future fic of Bucky breeding you? Just me? Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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words count: 7k
Relationships: bsf!bangchan x fem!reader x bsf!hyunjin
Synopsis: after years of friendship, you're shocked to learn your best friends arenât gay, and are in-fact attracted to you.
Warnings: smut with plot, mutual pining, threesome (mfm), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), heavy sexual tension, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, light manhandling, praise kink, mild jealousy, mentions of insecurity, alcohol consumption, and swearing.
(Minors, please do not interact!)
A/N: again did not proofread, also i'm having so many issues writing smut any advice can help.
Chan was the first person I spoke to on my first day at university. I still remember the way he approached meâthis energetic, smiling guy who exuded confidence, a kind of confidence I couldnât even imagine having.
At first, I thought maybe he was just being polite, trying to make the nervous girl feel more at ease. But it didnât take long for me to realize that wasnât the case. Chan wasnât just friendlyâhe had this way about him that made you feel like you were the most important person in the room. It wasnât something he tried to do; it just came naturally. We clicked immediately, and by the end of our conversation, I found myself laughing at his jokes, sharing stories, and feeling a sense of comfort I hadnât expected.
After that, I didnât really have to make any more friends. Chan took care of it. He introduced me to his friends, and just like that, I found myself a part of a whole new group. Felix, with his sweet nature and infectious laugh, Jisung, who always seemed to know how to make me laugh no matter how exhausted I was, and then there was chanâs roommate Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was different. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât intimidated at first. He was... well, he was hotâtoo hot, actually. Tall, effortlessly cool, with an air of quiet intensity that seemed to draw people in. Honestly, I thought he was out of my league. Every time I tried to talk to him, Iâd stumble over my words, my face flushing under his steady gaze. I couldnât help but feel self-conscious whenever he was around, like his confidence only highlighted how awkward I felt.
But all that changed when I started spending more time with them. Chan, being my main friend, and Hyunjin, being his roommate, meant I was bound to be around him a lot.
To my surprise, I started to see a different side of Hyunjin. The intimidating vibe? It wasnât really who he was. He had a sense of humorâquirky, odd even, but adorable. Once he felt comfortable around me, he let his guard down, and I found myself enjoying his company more and more. He wasnât the aloof, untouchable guy Iâd once thought he was. He was just Hyunjinârelatable, funny, and incredibly easy to talk to.
All throughout university their dorm room became my unofficial home. iâd spend hours thereâstudy sessions that turned into late-night talks, long gaming marathons, and movie nights that always ended with one of us falling asleep in some awkward position on the couch.
We became this inseparable trio. We went through heartbreaks together, laughed over drunk nights, celebrated wins, and comforted each other through the lows
Slowly but surely, my feelings for Hyunjin evolved. He wasnât some crush anymoreâhe was my best friend. Over time, I stopped thinking about him in that way entirely.
I knew both Hyunjin and Chan were hooking up with people now and then, but we had this unspoken rule in our friendship: unless it was serious, we didnât talk about it. That part of our lives stayed private, and I was okay with that. It wasnât something we needed to discuss, but in the back of my mind, I couldnât help but wonder sometimes.
Eventually, though, I settled on an assumption that made everything easier. The way Hyunjin and Chan were with each other, so effortlessly close and affectionateâit just made sense. They had to be gay, right? That explained the mystery, the privacy, everything. And honestly, it was fine with me. I wasnât interested in either of them like that, and they didnât seem interested in me. Our bond worked perfectly the way it was.
Or so I thought.
Now fresh out of uni, we found ourselves navigating adulthood together. Jobs, bills, responsibilitiesâit was a new world, but at least we had each other. Moving in together felt like a natural extension of our bond. Splitting rent made financial sense, but beyond that, we werenât ready to let go of the dynamic weâd built.
The house wasnât huge, but it had just enough space for the three of us to feel at home. It was chaotic at times, sureâHyunjinâs half-finished art projects scattered across the living room, Chanâs endless work-from-home setup that seemed to expand every week, and my collection of books and mismatched mugs taking over the kitchen. But it worked. It always did with us.
living together now was... different. They werenât just my friends anymore; they were men. And men like Chan and Hyunjin? They were impossible to ignore.
Physically, the changes were obvious. Chanâs broad shoulders and steady presence commanded a room effortlessly, while Hyunjinâs sharp jawline and lean, athletic build seemed designed to draw attention. They moved with purpose now, their every gesture confident and deliberate. But it wasnât just how they lookedâit was how they treated me.
In university, we were a chaotic trio, all equals in the chaos of growing up. But now? Now, they treated me like I was something precious.
Chan, always the dependable one, had become a protector in ways that felt heavier, more deliberate. Heâd steady me with a hand on my lower back when we crossed busy streets, or hold open doors without a second thought. When we walked home late at night, heâd position himself closest to the curb, glancing over his shoulder every so often to make sure I was okay.
Hyunjin, for all his teasing, had a subtle gentleness that made my breath hitch. Heâd help me carry groceries without being asked, his hand brushing against mine as he took the heavier bags. When I complained about how sore my shoulders were after work, he didnât hesitateâjust walked up behind me, warm hands massaging out the tension.
their touches were what really undid me.
It wasnât like before, when their hands would land on my shoulder or ruffle my hair in passing. Now, every touch lingered. Chanâs hand on my waist as he guided me through a crowded room felt possessive in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Hyunjinâs fingers brushing a stray hair out of my face felt more intimate than it should have been.
And it wasnât just the touchesâit was how easily they did it, how natural it seemed for them to manhandle me in small ways. Chan would reach over me without warning, his chest brushing my back as he grabbed something off the top shelf. Hyunjin would wrap an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer on the couch as he teased me about some show we were watching.
It was maddening. Iâd tell myself it didnât mean anything, that we were just friends. But the truth was; having two ridiculously attractive men treating me like this? Protecting me, touching me, looking at me the way they did? It was impossible to ignore the heat that simmered beneath the surface.
And the worst part? They didnât even seem to notice what they were doing to me. To them, it was all so casual, so natural. But to me, it was intoxicating. Every brush of their hands, every low chuckle, every whispered âyou okay?â left me more confused and yearning than ever.
Tonight, Iâd slipped into a cream-colored sweater, paired with a black mini skirt that showed off a teasing amount of leg. It wasnât like Iâd dressed up for any particular reason; Felix and Jisung were coming over for dinner, and I wanted to look nice. Simple as that.
At least, thatâs what I told myself.
The kitchen was filled with the rich scent of garlic, onions, and herbs. hyunjin stirring something on the stove. His broad shoulders filled out the fitted black shirt he was wearing, and the veins in his forearms flexed as he moved the spoon in lazy circles. When I entered, the sound of my footsteps seemed to grab his attention. His eyes flicked up, scanning me from head to toe before settling on my face. It was quick, but it wasnât subtle. There was no hiding the way his gaze dropped, the look lingering just a moment too long on my legs before lifting back up. His lips curled into a smirk, just a little, and I felt my heart race.
âYou look nice,â he said, his voice smooth, almost too casual.
I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I shrugged. âItâs just dinner.â
I crossed the space between us, standing close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His broad frame cast a shadow over me, and I instinctively tilted my head back to look up at him. He was taller than I rememberedâtaller, broader. The way his body seemed to fill the space made it hard to breathe for a moment.
âThought Iâd see if you needed help,â I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice was a little shakier than I wanted. I knew I had no idea how to cook, but standing this close to him made my mind scramble for anything to say.
âHelp?â he repeated, his smirk deepening, his voice almost teasing. âYou donât even know where we keep the knives.â
âNot the point,â I shot back, hoping my words sounded more confident than I felt. My hands were already a little clammy, and my stomach twisted in knots.
Before I could say anything else, I felt a warmth at my back, and the unmistakable presence of Chan, who had entered quietly. His hand brushed lightly against the small of my back, his fingers just barely grazing my skin, and I froze.
Chan was  wearing his usual jeans and a fitted t-shirt that clung to his chest in ways that made it hard to look away.
âStealing her already?â Chanâs voice was light, almost teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something I couldnât quite place. His fingers lingered for a second longer, just enough to make me painfully aware of how close he was. I felt my breath hitch in my throat.
âWasnât stealing,â Hyunjin responded, still holding my gaze, his voice casual but there was that underlying heat again, like he knew exactly what was going on. âShe just knows Iâm the best cook.â
I shifted slightly, crossing my legs without thinking, trying to hide the sudden flutter of heat I felt coursing through me. Chanâs hand didnât leave my back, his touch light but somehow heavy all at once. I tried to focus on the conversation, on the joke they were making, but it felt almost impossible. The tension in the room was thick, and it felt like both of them were acutely aware of how close we were, of the way my body responded to them.
âDonât steal her for yourself just yet,â Chan teased, a playful glint in his eyes. âWe still need her to taste-test.â
I managed to force out a laugh, but it felt weak compared to the way my body was reacting to their proximity. The casual banter, the touches, the way their eyes lingeredâeverything felt too intimate. It was as if the friendship weâd built over the years was beginning to blur, and I didnât know how to pull away from it.
This is not how friends should feel towards each other right?
Dinner was lively, filled with laughter and chatter as always, you were seated between Hyunjin and Felix, with Chan directly across from you, you couldnât escape the charged atmosphere no matter how hard you tried.
The first real jolt came when you reached across the table for the salt shaker. It had been sitting just out of reach, and without thinking, you leaned forward to grab it. Before you could touch it, two hands moved toward it simultaneouslyâChanâs from across the table, and Hyunjinâs from beside you.
Hyunjinâs arm brushed your shoulder as he leaned over, the scent of his cologne filling the space between you. He reached it first, but the motion brought him closeâtoo close. You were painfully aware of the way his body crowded yours, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the table for a moment.
âGot it,â Hyunjin said softly, his voice carrying an almost teasing edge as he passed the shaker to you. His fingers lingered just a second too long against yours, and when you looked up, you were met with his dark, unreadable gaze.
Chan cleared his throat, drawing your attention. You glanced across the table to see him watching the exchange with an expression that was... difficult to place. There was no annoyance there, just something thoughtful, like he was curious.
âThanks,â you mumbled, quickly adjusting in your seat and trying to shake the warmth creeping up your neck.
As the meal continued, the little moments piled on. Hyunjinâs knee brushing yours under the table, his hand casually resting on the back of your chair when he leaned over to speak to Felix. Chanâs gaze, heavy and unwavering, each time you glanced up from your plate. Even Felix, with his sweet, innocent charm, seemed to sense the tension in the air, his eyes darting between the three of you like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
Finally, Felix leaned in closer, nudging your shoulder gently. âHey,â he said, his voice low. âDo you still have that cream? The one for sore muscles? My neckâs been killing me.â
The request caught you off guard, but you nodded quickly, grateful for an excuse to escape. âYeah, I think itâs in my room. Come on, Iâll grab it for you.â
You pushed your chair back, standing up and smoothing your skirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the way Chanâs gaze followed you, lingering just a beat too long. Hyunjinâs head tilted slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to read something in your movements.
The moment you stepped into your room and closed the door, Felix turned to you with an expression you didnât entirely expect. His usual warm smile was replaced with something sharper, something knowing.
âAlright,â he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. âSpill.â
You frowned, genuinely confused. âSpill what?â
Felix arched a brow, his lips quirking into a slight smirk. âDonât play dumb. Whatâs going on with you three?â
Your stomach flipped, but you tried to keep your voice steady. âNothingâs going on. What are you even talking about?â
Felixâs smirk faded slightly, replaced by a look of gentle concern. âYou really donât see it, do you?â
âSee what?â you asked, pulling open a drawer to search for the cream.
Felix sighed, stepping closer. âThe way they look at you. The way they act around you. Itâs like... itâs so obvious. I donât know how youâre so clueless.â
You froze, your hand hovering over the drawerâs contents. âFelix, theyâre⌠you know. Theyâre gay.â
For a moment, there was silence. Then Felix let out a low, incredulous laugh, shaking his head as if he couldnât believe what heâd just heard. âOh, sweetheart,â he said, stepping closer. âyouâre so far off.â
Your brow furrowed as you turned to face him fully. âWhat do you mean? Theyâre gay. Iâve known them for years, Lix. Theyâve never once mentioned being into girls. Not once. And the way they are with each otherâŚâ You trailed off, your voice losing conviction under Felixâs knowing stare.
âTheyâre not gay,â Felix said gently, his tone almost pitying. âBisexual? Yeah, sure. But gay? Not even close.â
The words felt like they didnât compute, like Felix had just told you the sky was green. âNo way,â you said, shaking your head. âYouâre messing with me.â
âIâm not,â Felix said, his voice soft but firm. âLook, Iâve known them longer than you have. And trust me, if you paid even a little attention, youâd notice the way they look at you.â
âWhat are you even talking about?â you asked, your chest tightening. âThey donât look at me any differently than they look at anyone else.â
Felixâs brows shot up in disbelief. âAre you serious right now? Theyâre constantly looking at you like you hung the moon. Hyunjin canât go two seconds without finding some excuse to touch you, and Chan? The way he watches you when youâre not looking? Itâs... intense.â
You felt heat rush to your face, your heart racing as you tried to process what he was saying. âThatâs just how they are. Theyâre affectionate guys. It doesnât mean anything.â
Felix tilted his head, giving you a look that was both skeptical and amused. âAffectionate, sure. But this? This is different you cant convince me otherwise. Iâm not saying theyâre in love with you or anythingââ he paused, reconsidering. âActually, I wouldnât be surprised if they were.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and you had to sit down on the edge of your bed. âFelix, this is insane. Theyâve never said anything. Never even hinted at anything.â
Felix sighed and crouched down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees. âTheyâre careful, okay? They donât want to scare you off. But as someone whoâs been watching this dynamic for years, Iâm telling youâyouâre not seeing the whole picture.â
You stared at him, your thoughts spinning. The years of friendship, the countless nights spent together, the laughter, the teasing touches, the moments youâd brushed off as nothing more than camaraderie. Could he be right? Had you really been that oblivious?
Felix straightened up, offering you a small, encouraging smile. âLook, Iâm not saying you have to do anything about it. But maybe... donât dismiss it so quickly. Pay attention. You might be surprised.â
After the guys left, I had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours, Felixâs words looping endlessly in my head. Theyâre not gay. His voice echoed with conviction, and I felt ridiculous for letting it get to me. But I couldnât stop replaying every touch, every look, every little thing that now felt heavier with meaning.
A soft knock on my door made me jump.
âHey,â Chanâs voice came through, quiet but warm. âWeâre hanging out in the living room. You coming?â
I hesitated before swinging my legs off the bed. âYeah, give me a sec.â
When I padded into the living room, both of them looked up, Chan holding a beer, Hyunjin sprawled out on the couch, his sweatpants riding low on his hips. Heâd swapped his shirt for a tank top, and the sharp lines of his collarbone and shoulders caught my attention for a second too long.
âFinally decided to join us, huh?â Chan teased, patting the spot next to him on the couch.
I sank down between them, their bodies close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off them.
âSorry, I wasnât much help earlier,â I murmured, picking at the hem of my sweater.
Hyunjin waved it off, his lips quirking into a small smile. âDonât worry about it. But... you okay? You seemed distracted.â
âIâm fine,â I lied, glancing between them. The weight of their gazes felt different tonightâintense and questioning, like they were trying to read me.
Chan leaned back, resting his arm along the back of the couch behind me, his fingertips brushing my shoulder as his thumb started absentmindedly tracing small circles against my sweater.
âSure doesnât seem like it,â Hyunjin added, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His hair, still slightly damp from a shower, fell into his eyes as he tilted his head to look at me.
My cheeks burned. âI guess Iâm just tired.â
âTired, huh?â Chanâs voice was teasing, but his hand dropped lower, grazing my upper arm now. âOr did Felix say something?â
I froze, my pulse quickening. âWhy would you think that?â
Hyunjin sat back, a slow smirk spreading across his face. âYou tell us. He had you alone for a while, didnât he?â
âHe didnât say anything,â I rushed out, but my voice betrayed me, shaky and uncertain.
Chanâs hand stilled against my arm, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me. âLiar,â he said softly, but there was no malice in his toneâonly curiosity.
Hyunjin leaned closer, his knee brushing against mine. âIf somethingâs on your mind, you can tell us, you know.â His voice was low, smooth, and impossibly distracting.
I could feel the tension thickening in the room, their presence overwhelming. Chanâs touch lingered, Hyunjinâs closeness making it hard to think straight. They werenât pushing, not exactly, but the way they looked at meâlike they knew I was holding something backâmade it impossible to escape the weight of Felixâs words.
Theyâre not gay. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, one I prayed they couldnât see.
âI thinkâŚâ I started, my voice quieter than I intended, âI think you two are⌠not what I thought you were.â
Hyunjin leaned in a little, and I could feel the weight of his gaze as it bore into me. âWhat do you mean?â His voice was still low, that calm authority Iâd come to recognize from him.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet their eyes. My chest tightened, heart pounding in my ears. âI thought⌠I thought you guys were just⌠you know, gay.â The words rushed out before I could stop them, leaving me exposed.
The silence between us stretched, thick and heavy, suffocating. Chanâs gaze flickered to Hyunjin for just a moment, his expression unreadable, before it landed back on me. He spoke, his voice low but steady. âIs that really what you think?â His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, like he was searching for something.
âYeah,â I blurted out, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. âIâve seen the way you two act around each other, and⌠I figured I, or any girl, mustâve been the last thing on your mind.â
Hyunjinâs eyes softened, the intensity of his usual gaze replaced by something else. He glanced at Chan again, who responded with a slight twitch of his lipsâbarely noticeable, but enough to make me feel like Iâd just said something monumental.
âThatâs what Felix told you, huh?â Hyunjinâs voice was calm, like he was probing for more. âWhat else did he say?â
I felt my voice tremble as I tried to process what was happening. âHe said⌠you werenât gay. And that⌠you were both into meâ
The room was quiet for a moment, thick with anticipation. Hyunjinâs lips parted, and this time, he did speak. His voice was low, smooth, and tantalizingly close as he leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath ghosting across my skin, I had to let out a sharp exhale.
âFelix was right,â he said, his words slow, almost deliberate. âBut I think he missed a few details.â
Chan didnât move, his hand still resting on my arm. His gaze flickered down to my lips for a brief moment before meeting my eyes again, that made my breath catch.
âYouâre not wrong,â he said softly, his voice low and deliberate. âBut maybe youâre looking at us the wrong way.â
Before I could respond, Hyunjinâs hand brushed against my thigh, light but deliberate, sending a jolt of heat through me. âYou think we donât notice how you look at us?â he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost a whisper. âHow you press your pretty thighs together every time we get close?â
I couldnât speak. The silence between us was thick with tension, the heat from their bodies so close to mine almost suffocating, but I couldnât pull away. Not when their eyes were on me like that, not when their words were making everything inside me ache with anticipation.
Chan smiled, but it was different this time. There was no teasing, no joking. It was raw, and real, and it made my heart race even faster. âYou thought we didnât notice, didnât you?â he asked, voice barely above a whisper. âBut weâve just been waiting for you to say something.â
 The silence stretched, heavy and electric. My breath caught in my throat as Chan's gaze dropped to my lips, his fingers still brushing against my cheek. I didnât move, couldnât move, pinned by the sheer intensity of his eyes.
âCan I?â Chan asked softly, his voice rougher now.
I nodded, barely able to form a coherent thought.
And then his lips were on mineâwarm, soft, and so much gentler than I expected. The kiss sent a jolt through my entire body. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, his touch firm but careful, as if testing the boundaries.
Before I could even process the sensation, I felt Hyunjin move. His hand left my thigh, but only so he could tilt my face toward him, his fingers light under my chin. My lips barely parted from Chanâs when Hyunjin leaned in, claiming my mouth with a kiss that was deeper, more urgent, but just as intoxicating.
My heart pounded against my ribcage, every nerve ending on fire. They moved with practiced ease, like this was something theyâd thought aboutâplanned, even. Chanâs hand stayed at the nape of my neck while Hyunjinâs fingers traced the curve of my jaw, grounding me in the surreal, overwhelming moment.
When they finally pulled back, I was left breathless, caught between them, my head spinning.
âYou have no idea how long weâve been waiting for this,â Chan murmured, his voice low and rough, his forehead resting lightly against mine.
Hyunjin smirked, his thumb grazing the corner of my lips. âAnd weâre just getting started.â
The tension in the room was heavy, and then suddenly, it snapped. Hyunjin stood abruptly, his dark eyes flashing with something unreadable. Without a word, he walked out, heading toward his room.
Chan lingered for a moment, his gaze flicking back to me as I sat there, frozen and flustered. His lips twitched into the faintest smirk, the kind that made my stomach flip.
âfeel free to join,â he said simply, his voice low and smooth, before turning to follow Hyunjin.
My breath hitched, my heart racing as I sat there for what felt like an eternity, debating whether or not to move. The warmth of their touches, their words, lingered on my skin, pulling me out of my daze.
I stood on shaky legs, hesitating for only a second before following them down the dimly lit hallway. The air felt charged with anticipation, every step amplifying the pounding in my chest.
When I reached Hyunjinâs room, the door was ajar, and the sight that greeted me knocked the air out of my lungs. Hyunjin was already sprawled on his bed, shirtless, the soft light casting shadows over the sharp lines of his chest and arms. His gaze was fixed on me, intense and unwavering, his dark hair falling messily across his forehead.
Chan leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. âYouâre not going to stand there all night, are you?â he teased, his voice a mixture of warmth and challenge.
I swallowed hard, stepping inside, my movements hesitant but drawn by a force I couldnât fight.
Hyunjin shifted, patting the space beside him on the bed, his lips curving into a lazy grin. âCome here,â he said, his voice soft but commanding, and I felt my legs move before I could think.
Chan shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the quiet room as he joined us.
As I crossed the room, my steps unsteady, Hyunjinâs gaze never left mine. When I reached the bed, his hand stretched out, fingers brushing lightly against mine before he tugged me closer.
âSit,â he murmured, his voice deep and low, and I obeyed, settling on the edge of the bed. The warmth of his skin seemed to radiate toward me, and the proximity made my heart pound harder.
Chan moved to stand nearby, his presence commanding as always. His shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin that distracted me for just a moment too long. He noticed, of course, because Chan noticed everything, and the small smirk tugging at his lips told me he wasnât going to let it slide.
âHyunjin,â Chan said casually, his tone laced with amusement, âI think youâre making her nervous.â
Hyunjinâs hand trailed deliberately under the hem of my skirt, the warm press of his fingertips against my thigh making my breath hitch. His touch wasnât rushed; it was languid, teasing.
âAm I?â he murmured, his voice low and muffled as he buried his face into the curve of my neck. The warmth of his breath and the slight scrape of his nose against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. My body betrayed me, leaning into his touch despite the overwhelming heat flooding my chest.
âHyunjin,â Chan said again, though this time there was a warning in his tone, his amusement still evident. He stepped closer, standing beside the bed where I sat perched on the edge, barely holding myself together.
Hyunjin only chuckled against my neck, his lips grazing my skin briefly as his fingers traced small circles against my inner thigh. âWhat? She doesnât seem to mind.â His voice was pure velvet, laced with mischief.
my eyes darted to Chan, his steady gaze locking with mine. There was something magnetic in the way he looked at me, something that made my stomach tighten. Without a word, he reached out, tilting my chin so I was forced to hold his gaze.
âIs that true?â he asked softly, his thumb brushing against my jaw. âYou donât mind?â
âIâŚâ My words faltered, a soft moan slipping out before I could stop it. Hyunjinâs lips had found the sensitive spot just below my ear, his teeth grazing the delicate skin in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight through me. The combination of his warm breath and the light nip made my head tilt involuntarily, giving him more access.
âHmm,â Hyunjin hummed against my neck, the vibration of his voice making my breath hitch.
Chanâs hand on my face tightened slightly, drawing my attention back to him. His dark eyes searched mine, his thumb brushing over my cheek as if to steady meâor maybe to steady himself. âLook at me,â he commanded softly, and I obeyed, despite the chaos Hyunjin was causing on my neck.
I didnât trust myself to speak, so I shook my head, though the flutter in my chest betrayed the truth.
Chan stepped closer, towering over me as he leaned down, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face. âuse your words princess,â he said softly, his voice dropping an octave.
Uncomfortable? That was the last thing I felt.
âYouâre not,â I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible, and Hyunjinâs fingers squeezed my thigh just slightly in response.
Chan chuckled, the sound low and rich as he took a seat beside me. Now I was between them, their warmth encasing me, their attention so focused that it felt like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
âYouâre shaking,â Hyunjin observed, his tone softer now, a stark contrast to the heat in his eyes.
âIâm notââ I started, but the slight quiver in my voice betrayed me again.
Chan leaned in closer, his hand joining Hyunjinâs on my other thigh. âreally?,â he said gently, his touch steadying me even as it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
Hyunjin captured my lips in his with a fervor that made my breath hitch, his hand tightening on my waist as he pulled me flush against him. The kiss was hungry, every movement sending sparks through my body as his fingers trailed along my side.
Before I could process it, Chan was there too, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw as his lips found the curve of my neck. He moved slowly, deliberately, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed a path to my collarbone.
Hyunjinâs hands roamed, one gripping my thigh while the other cradled the back of my neck, angling my head so he could deepen the kiss. Chanâs hand brushed over Hyunjinâs on my leg, their touches overlapping, leaving me trembling under their attention.
âPerfect,â Chan murmured against my neck, his voice low and full of approval as he pulled back just enough to look at me. âYouâre perfect.â
Hyunjinâs lips left mine, his dark eyes meeting Chanâs for a brief, heated exchange before he leaned in close; his teeth grazed the shell of my ear, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Chanâs lips were on mine then, softer but no less intense, his hand slipping beneath my sweater to rest on my breasts, his thumb brushing my nipples. Every touch, every kiss, felt like I was being unraveled piece by piece, leaving me entirely at their mercy.
Hyunjinâs hand slid further up my thigh, his fingers toying with the hem of my underwear as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my cheek. âYouâre so quiet,â he teased, his voice low and teasing. âNot like you at all.â
Chan chuckled softly against my lips, his hands steady as he lifted me effortlessly, setting me down in the middle of Hyunjinâs bed. The new position had my skirt riding up higher, and I could feel the intensity of their gazes as they both stood looking at me.
Hyunjin knelt in front of me, his hands spreading over my legs as he pushed them apart slightly, his gaze flicking to Chan before meeting mine. âYouâre still holding back,â he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh, the gentleness of it making me shiver.
Chan moved behind me, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me back against him. His lips found my neck again, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my skin.
The heat between us was almost unbearable. Hyunjinâs fingers finally pushed aside my underwear and started stroking where I wanted him the most, and I let out a soft gasp as his lips followed.
Chanâs grip on my waist tightened, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, âLet go. Let us take care of you.â
My hands found their way into Hyunjinâs hair, tugging slightly as his mouth worked magic on me. The sound of his quiet chuckle against my skin sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I felt Chanâs lips curve into a smile against my shoulder; as he pushed hyunjinâs hand off my clit and replaced it with his own.
I couldnât think, couldnât speakâthe way their touches overlapped, how their breaths mingled with mine, left me utterly undone. Hyunjin glanced up, his dark eyes meeting mine, a smirk tugging at his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
âLook at you,â Hyunjin murmured, his voice dripping with heat.
Chanâs free hand slid under my shirt, his fingers picking at my nipples. âSheâs sensitive,â Chan murmured, almost to himself, his voice carrying a note of awe that made my heart race even faster.
My head tipped back against Chanâs shoulder, a soft moan escaping my lips as Hyunjinâs tongue and chanâs fingers were making me see heaven.
Chanâs lips pressed against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue, leaving a burning trail of sensation in his wake.
My body arched, every nerve igniting as waves of pleasure coursed through me, sharp and all-consuming. My nails dug into Hyunjinâs scalp, and his name left my lips in a breathless cry. His grip on my hips tightened, grounding me in the overwhelming sensation as his dark eyes bore into mine, filled with pride and hunger.
âThatâs it,â chan murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. âcum for us princess.â
 And I did, my breath came in soft gasps, my body still trembling as the rush of pleasure faded into a warm hum.
Chanâs hand slid up to my cheek, turning my face toward him. His eyes were heavy-lidded but soft, his thumb brushing my jaw as he whispered, âYouâre so beautiful like this.â He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, his lips exploring mine as though he had all the time in the world.
Hyunjin pulled back finally, licking his lips like a hungry man. âDonât think weâre done,â he said with a teasing lilt in his voice. His dark eyes roamed over me, taking in the sight of me flushed and breathless. âthis was just the begining.â
âlie down, babyâ chan demands, as he moved from behind me.
As I did, the guys started taking off their clothes urgently. And I couldnât help but stare; they were gorgeous and they knew it.
Chan immediately layed on top of me, trapping me between his arms, his body hovering over me, and I realised just how big he actually was, from the corner of my eye I saw hyunjin get next to me in bed his grin was sharp, his fingers brushing over my calf with deliberate slowness as he settled beside me. âYouâre in for it now,â he teased, his voice dripping with heat.
Chan didnât waste a second. His lips were on mine, his cock pressing down on me, heavy and unyielding, I needed him so bad. His kiss was hungry, claiming, and I couldnât stop the soft sound that escaped my lips as he deepened it.
Beside me, Hyunjinâs hand roamed my body, his touch electrifying against my skin. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my neck. âYou sound so sweet,â he muttered, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear.
Chan pulled back slightly, just enough for me to catch my breath before he entered me without a warning, as I let out a gasp. I felt utterly full of him.
Hyunjinâs mouth followed a slow, teasing path down my neck, his fingers now splayed possessively against my tits. His tongue darted out, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, and I couldnât stop the arch of my back as the tension built between us.
Chanâs thrusts, were precise and passionate. âYou drive us insane, you know that?â he growled against my lips before capturing them again.
Hyunjin chuckled low. âoh she knows exactly what sheâs doing,â he murmured, his voice like silk, his touch anything but gentle as he made his intentions clear.
They werenât taking their time anymoreâthey were claiming me, and I was powerless to resist.
each thrust was sending waves of pleasure through me, making my thoughts scatter. Chanâs breath was hot against my lips as he muttered, âYou feel better than I ever imagined.â
Hyunjinâs hands were everywhere, his fingers tracing fire over my skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, âYou like this, donât you? Both of us making you our own?â His voice was low, teasing, and it only heightened the ache pooling in my core.
I couldnât respond, my voice caught in my throat as Chanâs pace quickened, his grip on my thighs firm and possessive. Hyunjin smirked at my lack of words, his hand cupping my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. âwe spent years thinking about fucking you like this, youâre ours nowâ he murmured before his lips captured mine in a kiss that was just as consuming as Chanâs touch.
The build was maddening, chanâs relentless rhythm pushing was me to the edge. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin as I felt the tension coil tighter and tighter in my core. âChan,â I gasped, his name spilling from my lips like a plea, my body trembling beneath him.
âLet go, baby,â he murmured against my ear, his voice rough with need. âIâve got you.â
The release hit me like a tidal wave, my body arching as pleasure flooded every nerve. My cries filled the room, and Chan followed soon after, a guttural groan escaping him as his own climax overtook him. He pressed his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling, his weight grounding me as I came down from the high.
Before I could fully catch my breath, I felt Hyunjinâs hand slide up my leg, his touch firm yet tantalizing. âDonât think Iâm letting you off that easily,â he said with a smirk, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. He was on me in an instant, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss that reignited the fire in my veins.
âTurn over,â he commanded softly, his voice holding an edge of authority that made me shiver. Chan shifted, moving to the side to make space as Hyunjin positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The anticipation was electric, and when he finally pushed into me, it was slow and deliberate, drawing out a moan that left no question about how much I wanted this.
âYouâre stunning like this,â Hyunjin rasped, his movements starting to quicken, each one sending fresh sparks through my body. âIâve been dying to have you like this.â
Chan, still close, leaned down to kiss me, his hand brushing the hair from my face as Hyunjin took control. Iâm drooling at this point, and my legs were shaking due to the overstimulation.
the room was filled with my moans and hyunjinâs grunts, who was trying his best to last as long as possible.
âYouâre so tight, babyâ he groaned, the pressure on his cock making him go completely insane.
Eventually, he gave up, letting himself cum at the same time as me.
"Fuck," he breathed out, pulling out of me. He layed between me and chan.
"You did well, love," hyunjin whispered, making me smile despite how tired I was.
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brat! | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x brat!female!reader â no outbreak
summary: joel is having a brat summer.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap, enemies to lovers vibes? swearing, drinking of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes, reader wears a dress, heels and lipstick but otherwise no other descriptions, use of pet names, brat tamer!joel, dom!joel, manhandling, a little exhibitionism? fingering, choking, spitting, a little dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), cock worship, spanking, degradation (whore, slut), some sub space territory, unprotected sex (donât do it!!), creampie, one use of the word âdaddyâ, no use of y/n
a/n: this was fun! and naughtier than i thought it was gonna be đ iâve never written a reader so far removed from my own personality lol and iâm kind of obsessed with how this turned out. anyways stream brat by charlie xcx and happy reading! <3
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Blitzes of red, green, and blue danced before your eyes. The beating in your temples in tune with the bass vibrating in your chest. Around you the faceless bodies moved in slow motion. The heat rose around you as the sweat clung to your skin.
Youâre sure youâve lost your friends. Well, not lost lost. They were in the dancing crowd somewhere. Behind you, the same ugly guy had been rubbing up against you for a minute too long. You knew because youâd tipped your head back once and his borderline bowl cut hair, polo shirt with deep sweat rings under his arms, and tan chinos, were not it.
His breath stank of tequila when he leaned into your ear, âHey,â he slurred, âwanna get out of here?â
And that had been your cue to leave.
With a scoff, you turned around to get a good look at him. Youâd sized him up, made a show of it, and laughed in his face. Then you pushed your way through the crowd, coming up for air by the bar.
The earlier buzz youâd been sailing on, had weaned off a long time ago. It had been last minute, you werenât even going out tonight, just having dinner with your childhood friends while you were home for the summer. But then one of them had ordered shots for the table just as the last plate had been cleared, and soon you were at the club cruising on a couple of glasses of wine and a lousy shot. Not that it mattered, usually you ended up twirling some sorry man around your finger long enough to get yourself a couple of rounds, before youâd excuse yourself to the ladiesâ room and leave with your friends.
Looking down the bar, you searched for tonightâs victim.
To your right a group of girls huddled around the edge, waiting for their own drinks by the looks of it.
Not them.
Down to your left, a boy with a face full of acne fumbled with his card as he paid for a round of beers. He didnât even look old enough to be in here, but that wasnât your problem. You had to hold back a laugh as you watched him struggle to figure out how to carry the five beers heâd ordered back to his friends. He ended up gathering them in a circle to wrap his hands around, and youâd seen this go wrong plenty of times to feel the pull of an amused smile on your lips.
When heâd vanished into the crowd, your eyes flicked back to the bar, to the man sitting thereâ and he was a man. Probably somewhere in his fifties you reckoned, but he looked gorgeous. A real dilf. Your interest was piqued.
You slid down the bar.
He didnât look particularly amused where he sat at a bar stool, nursing a beer in his hands. Who sits at the bar in the club? He looked nice. Brown hair, dark jeans, and a grey t-shirt stretched deliciously over his chest. When you got closer you could see a flannel resting beside him on the bar.
Is this what older men wear to the club these days?
He didnât seem to notice you as you sat down next to him â either that, or he ignored you. You kinda wished for the latter, it would make it more fun.
You gave him a few more minutes of silence, of your presence, to see if heâd say something to you. When he didnât you asked him over the music, âArenât you gonna buy me a drink?â
You said it innocently, but like it was obvious and he hadnât caught on yet. His head turned towards you, still unamused, but with his eyebrow raised.
Okay, you could work with that.
You didnât say anything as he studied you, drank you in like youâd done to him from afar. You felt his gaze over your clinging dress, your bare shoulders, before they found your eyes.
Something tickled in your core, and you were reminded of how long it had been since youâd been properly fuckedâ fucked by someone who wasnât some drunk guy at your collegeâs parties, but fucked by someone who knew what they were doing.
The man turned towards you; a smile tickling the corner of his mouth.
âDoes that usually work fâyou, sweetheart?â
You werenât expecting his rebuttal, but you liked it. He wasnât some boy whoâd trip over himself for the privilege of being in the presence of you. The boys â they made it too easy â but this man would make you work for it.
Putting on your most saccharine smile you slid closer to him, âYou looked so lonely over hereâ thought Iâd keep you company.â
A scoffing laugh escaped him, and his head dipped, ââs that so?â His eyes found yours again.
âHavenât seen you here before,â you ignored his question, and brushed your heeled foot up the length of his calf.
âAinât ever been here before,â he kept his eyes on your face, his drawl pulling at the words and twisting up your insides.
âSo, a virgin, huh?â you teased, and that seemed to amuse him.
âWhatâ youâre here to pop my cherry?â
This time an amused smile pulled at your face. You liked this man. âNot without a drink first,â your foot slid down his calf, âwhat do you take me for?â
A bright sense of pride filled your chest when you made him laugh, filling you up with confidence.
âDâyou want me to answer that?â he rebutted.
He didnât say it with any malice, it was teasing and playful, and it pulled at the veil inside you. A genuine smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, âProbably not.â
âWhat can I getcha, then, sweetheart?â
âG&T?â you said, and bit down on your bottom lip coquettishly.
Turning away from you, the man got the attention of the bartender. You watched his profile, followed the line of his jaw, the shape of his nose. You decided then and there that your night was gonna end in this manâs bed.
âSooo,â you sang, when youâd gotten your drink, âfirst time here, huh?â The man just nodded, before he sipped his beer. Â
Not much of a talker, huh?
âYou here alone, or? With the wife maybe?â
That pulled a laugh from him. âIâm here with my lilâ brother⌠bachelor party,â he shook his head, like he couldnât believe heâd gotten dragged in here, âheâs gettinâ married next month.â
âAh,â you nodded and took a sip of your drink. âSo, where are you heading next? A strip club?â you teased.
The man just shot you an unimpressed look, and you thought about how youâd never seen a man look so out of place, ever.
âWhat? The wife wonât let you?â
A sharp huff escaped him, âAinât got no wife no more,â he said matter-of-factly.
You took another sip of your drink to hide the smile from forming.
Bingo.
âI take it youâre a man who does what he wants, then?â you said it innocently, and subtly slid your hand over his knee. His eyes caught yours at the touch, and you swore you saw something change in them.
Youâd hooked him now, all you had to do was reel him in.
He turned his body towards you â he did it slowly, like every muscle he moved had been calculated beforehand. Then he leaned in closer, his hot breath huffing against your ear.
âTakes one to know one, ainât that right?â
Under your skin, you buzzed, your heart beating out of your chest at the new proximity. You had to stay cool, play it off, act unbothered. So, you pulled away slightly, and turned your head to meet his eyes.
âWhat?â he challenged with a raise of an eyebrow, âAinât used to people talkinâ back?â
When you didnât say anything right away, a smug grin coated his lips, âYeah, I know girls like you.â
âThereâs no girls like me,â you argued back, his confidence both pissing you off, and turning you on at the same time.
âOh, but there areâ Spoiled daddyâs girls who ainât had anyone tellinâ them no their whole life. They do what they want, and play with who they wantâ I know a brat when I see one.â
Your eyes narrowed at him as he pulled away, that infuriating smug grin not going anywhere. The worst part was that he was right, but you didnât want to give him the satisfaction.
âBut you like that donât you?â you challenged, âI bet you live in some sad house in a sleepy suburban cul-de-sac, go to the same boring job every day, and wish your wife never left you.â
A flash of hurt could be seen across his face as those last words left your lips, and you thought youâd maybe gone too far. A beat of silence passed between you, the buzzing beat of the club music keeping the tune of the tension building.
You were about to apologize when he finally spoke, âYouâre a rude one, arenât ya?â
His voice didnât sound as hurt as youâd thought, and you realize he was playing your game. You almost had him.
âAnd what are you gonna do about it?â you challenged, hammering the final nail in the coffin.
âThat depends on you, sweetheart.â
Outside the club, Joel (the man had finally introduced himself) leaned against the bricks of the alley as you fished a cigarette from your purse. According to your phone, your uber would be there in ten minutes. The fresh air had sobered you up slightly, exchanging the buzzing alcohol in your veins with excitement.
You didnât know what you were in for.
Over your skin, you felt his gaze roll over you, and you let him look. Let him study your body filling out your sheer, white, almost see-through dress. You didnât offer him a cigarette; heâd have to ask for it himself, or take it, if he wanted a drag.
âSo,â you took a drag of your cigarette, savoring the first tar-y breath, before exhaling through your nose, âwhere are you taking me?â
Joel shifted his weight against the bricks as his arms crossed over his wide chest. âWhatchu call it? My sad house?â he said, his voice bordering on cold if it wasnât for the smug smile covering his features.
You gave him a sultry look as you stepped closer, crossing one heeled foot in front of the other, slowly.
âMmm,â you hummed, as you tilted your head with an uninterested face, âSounds fucking boring to me.â Your finger climbed up his chest, eyes traveling from his chest to his face. His stern face gave nothing away, as you took another drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke in his face.
Finally, heâd had enough. His large hand wrapped around your wrist, and tightened, before he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. You let out an exaggerated huff as your body hit the bricks, your cigarette slipping from your fingers. He pushed himself up against you, and you couldnât contain the satisfied grin on your face, pleased to have pushed his buttons enough to finally act.
âOh, Iâll show you boring, brat.â
A rough hand danced up the side of your thigh and under the hem of your dress. Challenging him, you squirmed against the grip of his other hand around your wrist.
âNuh-uh,â he shook his head, and he was so close now you felt his breath ghost over your lips. With a twist of your arm, he pinned it behind your back, Joel now completely in control, and a buzz of arousal spread through your body at the thought.
âYou listenâ up now, and Iâm only gonna say it once: youâre gonna do as I say, when I say it, and no talkinâ back, we clear?â His voice was stern, but his dark brown eyes gave him away; how theyâd widened with lust, blown out and dark. Your panties already soaked at the thought of what he had in mind for you tonight.
âYes,â you said playfully, biting down at your bottom lip through a smile.
âYes, sir,â he corrected as his rough hand on your thigh slid closer and closer to the seam of your thong. âGood girls who do as theyâre told get rewarded, you understand?â
You nodded, sucking in a breath as you felt his fingers brush over your clit lightly. He was testing you now, teasing you, and pushing your buttons. You felt like you were on fire, burning from arousal; it licked up your thighs and flickered bright in your core.
Where was that fucking uber?
âBut you ainât no good girl,â he snickered, sliding his hand past your panties, âteasinâ meâ tryna provoke me,â he shook his head, and a slick sound of your arousal could be heard as he worked two thick fingers through your wet folds. Â
His finger poked at your hole where it ached for him. The thick tension between you weighed heavy with arousal as Joel leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.
âImma have to punish you for that, baby, put you in your place.â
A gasp left your lips as he pressed two fingers inside. The stretch stung slightly, but you welcomed the pain, liked it. A satisfied grin blossomed over your face as he started moving his fingers. They felt so good inside of you, so thick, almost like a cock, and the way his palm rubbed against your clitâ it gave you just enough stimulation to push you towards the edge of an orgasm.
âLook at you, slut,â his breath was hot as he whispered in your ear, âso desperate to get fucked.â
A strangled moan escaped your throat, and you couldnât help but grind against his fingers to chase the pleasure he was giving you. The degrading words and humiliation only made you wetter. Joel couldnât get any more perfectâ so far, he'd played his part to the T.
âIn yourâ fuck!â You moaned as the pad of his fingers brushed up against your g-spot. Just a little more now, and heâd have you coming on his fingers.
âDidnât hear you, sweetheart, yâneed to speak up,â he taunted, continuing the pace of his fingers.
âIn your d-dreams, old man,â you tried to spit out, but the pleasure he gave you was taking over, making you stumble over your words.
Quickly, Joel withdrew his fingers, sliding them up the front of your cunt, giving your clit a slap, before he backed off completely. You gasped; face pulled tight in a disappointed frown.
âWhat the fuck!?â
And then he fucking laughed, fucking laughed at you.
âI already told you, sweetheart, only good girls get rewarded.â
He stepped closer again, his hand cupping your cheek while the other pressed the fingers coated in your arousal to your lips. âClean up your mess, and weâll see âbout that reward.â
Parting your lips, he stuffed his fingers inside your mouth. They tasted of you, a sweet-salty taste. You closed your lips around them, and sucked, letting your tongue tease around his fingers the way youâd tease his cock. âThatâs it, good girl,â he grinned, and it sparked a small flame of pride in your chest.
When he was pleased with you, he slipped his fingers from your mouth. He let them glide over your lips, smearing your lipstick and coating your lips in your own saliva as a set of headlights illuminated the street. Then, he patted your cheek, nodding towards what you assumed was your uber as it rolled to a stop in front of you, âGo on, get in the uber.â
In the uber Joel was quiet, ignoring you as were forced to make small talk with the driver (youâd give him a bad review just for that). When you thought the small talk had been torture enough, Joel slid his hand up your thigh, resting his big palm right at the seam of your leg as he looked out the window. If your panties werenât already soaked from what heâd done to you in the alleyway of the club, then they definitely were now as the anticipation only grew.
Joelâs house wasnât sad at all. It was quaint, and suburban, but homey. Nice. No expensive designer furniture, but sturdy and of good quality either way. He had no rare art, but a decent amount of family photos and what looked like a childâs drawings. You stopped in the middle of the stairs to admire them. In one of them Joel looked as old as you were now, with a baby in his arms, in another he had his arm around the shoulders of another man who looked a lot like him, just with darker hair. His brother probably, the one getting married. The little baby was a little girl, and she grew up in front of you; birthday parties, first days of school, soccer uniforms. Your eyes landed on a photo of her in a graduation cap with Joel and the other man at her side, grinning wide with a college diploma in her hands. This man wasnât who youâd thought. He had a familyâ a daughter your age. The wall of memories squeezed at your heart, made something inside you always kept hidden break forthâ
âYou cominâ?â
Joel waited at the top of the stairs for you, his face pulled into a confused frown. You skipped up the stairs, happy to have left your heels by his door. When you got to the top, you pushed at his chest, âJust looking at your sad things.â With a roll of his eyes, he led you to his bedroom.
âGet on the bed,â he ordered, but his voice was distant, the bite from the club was gone.
It felt like the perfect opportunity to play with him.
âNo,â you blinked innocently, your eyes wide as you watched him unbutton his green flannel, âyouâll have to make me.â
He let out a laugh that sounded more like a sigh, âIâm serious, sweetheart, I need to talk to you first.â
Talk?
âYou canât get it up, is that it? Youâre too old?â you teased but sat down at the bed either way.
âYou really are mean, arenât ya?â His laugh sounded like a surrender. âA man wantinâ to be a gentleman and establish boundaries before he ruins her, and this is what he gets?â
Shaking his head, he walked closer, and cupped your head in his hands. âI plan on beinâ rough with ya, sweetheart, and I think thatâs what you want too, isnât it? Get fucked so hard you canât think?â You nodded your head in his arms, the velvet bass of his voice going straight to your core.
âListenâ closelyâ if I do anythinâ you donât like, you say âredâ and we stop, and if you canât speak then you pinch me, you hear?â
You nodded again.
âWords, baby, need yâto say it with that pretty voice.â His thumbs brushed over your cheek.
You nodded again, âYes, sir⌠if I want you to stop, I say âredâ, or pinch you.â
âGood girl,â he praised, âAnythinâ else?â
âUmâŚâ Your front teeth caught on your bottom lip, âIâm on birth controlâ you can come inside me if you want.â
A noise rumbled in Joelâs chest. âSuch a naughty girl,â his thumb brushed over the plump of your lips, âletting a stranger come inside her, huh?â
You nodded again, a wicked smile breaking against his thumb before you opened your mouth, and bit down. Not hard, just enough to pull a reaction from him, and you did.
Like a switch, the warm whiskey eyes faded into a deep black. The grip on your chin slid downwards, where it found your neck. He didnât squeeze, but his grip wasnât gentle either, holding you in place like a warning.
âYou ought to treat me with more respect, bratâŚâ he spat, his thumb digging into the column of your neck, âApologize for your rude behavior.â
Against his hand, you shook your head to the best of your abilities, his grip tightening with your movement. You wished heâd choke you properly, make your head all fuzzy and emptyâ filled with nothing except for him.
âNo.â
His face turned to stone above you, and you felt a giddiness flutter in your stomach.
 He didnât like that. Â
In one quick motion his hand was ripped from your throat as he stepped away. He didnât look at you as he sighed, his hands falling to his belt buckle, sharp metal clinking.
Taking advantage of the moment, you admired the man before you. How big and broad he was. How his t-shirt stretched tight over his broad chest, biceps bulging against the woven fabric. You studied his hands as they fiddled with his buckle, thought about how good theyâd felt inside you earlier, the pleasurable sting as theyâd stretched you out.
âGet on your knees,â he ordered, voice cold.
When you didnât move, he took matters into his own hands.
âGet. On. Your. Fuckinâ. Knees.â
His grip around your wrist was tight, as he pushed you down. The hardwood floor dug into your knees as he manhandled you, sure to bruise tomorrow. He stood his ground in front of you, legs slightly parted as you were now eye level with his inviting bulge. He was big, and you felt your eyes widen. Even hidden away in his jeans you could see it, see the length of his hard cock strain against his thigh â it made your mouth water as you squeezed your thighs together.
âLook me in the eyes,â he told you, and your eyes flicked upwards â obedient for once. âEyes up here at all timesâ Donât you fuckinâ dare look away.â
He made it hard to do as heâd ordered, popping the button on his jeans, and pulling the zipper down. You wanted to see his cock, touch it, feel it inside you. He couldnât possibly expect you to not look when it was right there.
"Disobedient slut.âÂ
The slap came quicker than the stolen glance, and your hand came up to graze your cheek on pure instinct. It stung under your palm, like a thousand little knives.
âWhat did I jusâ say?â He spat out the question, his hand gripping your chin to force eye contact.
âLook away?â you tried, your voice rising an octave.
âOpen your fuckinâ mouth,â he sighed, leaning closer, âI ainât wanna hear any more of your fuckinâ attitude.â
His grip tightened on your chin and your mouth dropped open by itself, âOpen your mouthâ thatâs it⌠wider, just like that.â
Then he spat, right into your mouth.
You flinched at the suddenness of it, but Joelâs grip on your chin held you stillâ kept your mouth open, as you felt his spit slide further and further into your throat. You had a feeling you shouldnât swallow until he told you, so you didnât, your head pliant in his hand as you let him study you. A wide grin spread across his face as he moved your head from one side to the other, his rough fingers denting into your skin as you waited for your next command.
âSwallow, brat.â
He let go of your face, and you closed your mouth, swallowing down his spit with an audible gulp. âGood girl,â he muttered and stood tall, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
The rough sound of denim against skin filled your ears as he freed himself. You were on your best behavior now, gathering your hands in your lap, sitting pretty for him as you locked eyes with him coquettishly.
âThatâs better,â he said, âActinâ like a proper good girl now,â he praised.
It took everything in you not to look, as he stepped closer.
With a fist tight around his cock, he brought the head to your mouth. He tapped it on your lips, smearing the precum beading at the tip and ruined your lipstick.
You wanted to taste him so badly, but he couldnât know that. Pinching your lips together, you shook your head with wide coquettish eyes. His eyebrows pinched together in a frown, eyes narrowing at you as he pushed his cock against your lips.
âOpen that pretty fuckinâ mouth, fâme,â he ordered.
Pretty. He called you pretty, and it was enough for you, you gathered, and stretched your mouth open for him.
âThatâs it, wider.â
You twitched in surprise as he slapped the length against your tongue. It was heavy on your tongue, the salty taste of his precum mixing with your saliva as he rubbed the head over your tongue, in and out, in and out â coating his big cock in your saliva, âjust like that, baby, get it nice ând wet.â
Closing your lips around the mushroom tip, you ran your tongue around it in circles, teasing the underside and the slit, before you tipped your head back. His cock bobbed in front of you obscenely, a frown formed on his face again and you knew he was about to tell you off.
Gathering a blob of saliva in your mouth, you spat on his cock instead. A low humming laugh rumbled from Joelâs chest, as he collected your spit and rubbed it in over his shaft in slow strokes. The spit dripped down, down over your front where you felt it darken the fabric of your dress. Subtly, you reached your hands behind your back to pull at the zipper.
âYeah, thatâs right, get those pretty tits out fâme.â
He let you maneuver out of your dress while he stroked his cock slowly in front of your face, and finally, you could get a good look at him. He was bigger than youâd thought from his bulge. Veins lining his thick shaft as you watched the way his fist moved up, massaging the tip gently, and down again in a slow, steady rhythm. At the base unruly curls of dark hair shone in the spit gathering, and you let your eyes wander downward to his balls where they hung heavy.
You wanted to taste them, too.
With your dress discarded on the floor beside you, you sat up slightly, spreading your legs and tucking your calves up to your thighs. Almost naked, safe for the thong splitting your cheeks, you arched your back slightly, making sure he got a good view of your ass.
A groan rumbled in Joelâs chest, and a hand came down on your head, âYou want my cock, donât you, slut?â he spat, slapping his cock on your right cheek, spreading your spit on your skin.
âDo you make all your girls wait this long or is it just me?â you tutted, almost rolling your eyes at him.
âThereâs that fuckinâ attitude again.â
Slapping his cock harder against your cheek, he leaned forward letting a blob of spit drip from his own lips, coating both his cock and your face as he rubbed it in with his cock.
It was obscene, degrading, and youâd never been wetter.
In desperation to taste him again, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. The hand heâd used to stroke himself, wrapped around your skull, caging his cock between his hand and your face as he started thrusting against your face, his heavy balls rubbing against your chin with every slow push.
It was messy, sloppy, and wet. He held your head steady with his other hand, while he continued rubbing his cock over your cheek, nose, and forehead. His spit mixed with your own as you lapped at the underside of his cock; trying to taste as much of him as heâd give you.
âYou dirty little whore,â he smiled, âYou like that donât you?â
Under him you whimpered, clit pulsing with want as he made you his plaything, did what he wanted with you.
âYeah,â you moaned unabashedly, licking greedily at the underside of his cock.
At that, he laughed, and the grip on your head loosened as he pulled back. You only had time to take a deep breath before he stuffed his cock down your throat. It was abrupt, and harsh â the hefty length of him making room for himself inside your mouth.
You couldnât fit him all inside, gagging as the head of him hit the back of your throat. He held you there still, one second, two seconds, three seconds. Your hand found his thigh where you tapped at him, and finally he pulled away.
You gasped for air, your breath wet with spit as small tears pricked at your eyes. His hand landed on top of your head again, grounding you to the moment as he searched your eyes, checking in.
No, you tried to convey, youâre not too rough.
Pleased, his cock bumped against your lips again, and you dropped your mouth open for him again.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, thrusting his cock back in your mouth, âletâme fuck that throat open.â
Dropping your jaw, you tried to make room for him in your mouth. It wasnât easy, your lips stretched wide around the girth of him as you tried to calm yourself, to open your throat for him to abuse. His cock was easily the biggest cock youâd ever sucked, and you told yourself you needed to relax.
He pressed himself deeper, and you let out a whimper. âWork with me, slut, hold still.â
Trying your best to obey, you breathed through your nose, staving off your gag reflex the best you could as the head knocked at the back of your throat. His other hand cupped your chin, keeping your head still between his large hands. A tear rolled down your cheek when he rutted into your mouth, testing the waters.
âGood girl,â he praised, fucking gently into your mouth. Saliva gathered in your mouth, drooling down your chin with each thrust. âSuch a fuckinâ messâ Look me in the eye as I fuck your throat.â
Your hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping you steady as you locked eyes with him. It was difficult, tears clouding him in a vignette, but you did as you were told. He studied you closely, tested your boundaries, completely in control.
You gasped for air when he finally pulled back again. A wet string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. A proud smirk coated his lips, while his hand stroked your head in praise.
The small moment of relief passed quickly, and soon his cock was back in your throat, bruising it in a steady rhythm.
âTake that fuckinâ cock all the way down your throat, whore,â he spat, his thrust a little rougher now that he knew you could take it.
He had you at his mercy now as he ruined you. Ruined your throat, ruined your body, ruined you for other men. Tears mixed with snot, which mixed with spit as it ran down your chin, dripping lewdly onto your tits where it made a mess.
Over you, Joel rambled.
âGood fuckinâ slut.â
âChoke on that big fuckinâ cock.â
âYou love it donât you?â
And you did, you loved it. Joel made you feel useful for once in a life â a fucked up thought, but then again you never said you werenât fucked up. Joelâs words were filthy and dirty, and as humiliating as they were he made you feel wanted.
You just wanted to be wanted.
Another gasp of air filled your lungs as he slipped from your mouth. His grip on your head was tighter now, his cock throbbing in front of you. As much as you wanted him to fuck you, you wouldnât complain if he came down your throat. Heâd given you so much already.
âFuck,â he whispered and let go of your head.
You took the opportunity to catch your breath, sniffling as you wiped at the snot that clogged up your nose. His hand came down to squeeze at the base of himself, clearly staving off his orgasm.
âWhat,â you croaked, your voice hoarse after his assault on your throat, âyouâre so old you canât come now?â
His eyes darkened as they locked with yours, and a giddy bouncing feeling twisted in on itself in your tummy. You wanted to see what heâd do to youâ how heâd fuck you, and if youâd have to push his buttons to see it, you gladly push the big red button.
His hand wrapped around your bicep, digging into the skin as he dragged you to your feet and pushed you towards the bed.
âStill a fuckinâ brat I see,â he spat, âWe canât have that can we?â
Putting on your best puppy dog eyes, you bit down on your bottom lip. âWho me?â you said innocently.
âBend over, slut,â he ordered, his voice coated in a tone that said he was fed up with your bullshit. Strong arms turned you around, manhandling you, and pushed your front down on his bed, âând spread your fuckinâ legs.â
With a kick to your ankles, he forced your legs open. Tipping your head up, you locked eyes with your reflection in the window, like a camera lens capturing your ruin at Joelâs hand. He hovered over you, his eyes trailing over your naked body, laid out for him to take.
The first smack came quickly, hard, and brutal on your ass cheek. It made you jump, the muscles in your ass clenching as you tried to reel yourself in. Joelâs rough hand soothed over the burn immediately, and you turned your neck to find his eyes.
âI wanna hear an apology from you, brat,â he said calmly, one finger hooking into the lace of your thong.
You shook your head. Stubborn. âNo.â
His head fell between his shoulders, while his finger hooked in your thong tightened its grip, and with a hard tug, he ripped it in two.
âThen Iâm gonna have to punish ya.â He said it with a deep sigh, like he had no other choice.
You couldnât hide the excitement that filled you at those words, your cunt now dripping with need. A need for Joel.
With the scrap of your thong now discarded his hand danced over your ass. You tried not to hold your breath, but he drew it out, and you couldnât help it. The tension in the air so thick, you couldnât focus.
Smack!
He spanked your other cheek hard, and the tension was released with a whimper. A tickling feeling of pins and needles spread through your cheek.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
They came in quick procession, your hands gripping the sheets for a lifeline as he put you in your place. Moans fell from your lips without abandon, and you felt yourself drip down your legs.
Smack!
âLook how wet you are,â he noticed, running a finger through your seam, âYou like it? Only desperate whores like to get spanked.â
He leaned over you, his soft belly (when had he removed his shirt?) pressed against your back, coarse hair tickling your skin, as you felt his hard cock rub up against your sore ass.
âBut thatâs what you are, ainât you? A desperate fucking whore.â His breath in your ear, had goosebumps erupt down your spine, and you sobbed out a whine.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he whispered, and pulled away â taking his warmth with him.
Smack!
Tears pushed their way behind your eyes, not because you didnât like it, but it stung like a motherfucker. Joel wasnât all brutal, he rubbed your skin between hits, but fuck if it didnât also hurt with pleasure.
âSay youâre sorry,â he demanded.
Turning around you shook your head, big wide eyes watching him as he spanked you again.
Smack!
âYouâre tearing up, little girlâ It stings doesnât it?â he asked, voice laced with fake pity.
You nodded.
âWell, maybe you should be a good girl thenâ say youâre sorry.â
Smack!
âIâm sorry!â you blurted out, voice cracking.
Finally.
Joel stopped immediately, his hand twisting around your waist to flip you on your back. His eyes danced over your body, almost tenderly but still full of lust. His hand moved up and down your sides, down the thick of your thigh before they gripped your ankles and tugged.
A squeal escaped you as he manhandled you, his large hands cupping your face while he fitted himself between your legs. âGood girl,â he cooed, thumbs stroking your cheeks, âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â
You shook your head in his hands, popping your lip out in an innocent pout.
âNo,â he cooed, removing a hand to fit between your bodies.
You gasped when you felt the head of his cock bump your clit, the first real stimulation youâd had since youâd left the ally by the club. Your hips bucked by themselves, chasing the friction of his touch.
âWho owns this cunt?â he asked you, dark eyes staring into yours as he dragged his cock through your soaked folds.
âYou do, sir,â you sighed immediately, your whole body aching for him.
A wide wicked grin spread across his face, âLookit you beinâ such a good girlâ finally know your place, huh?â
With no warning, you felt the blunt head of him press at your opening, and then Joel pushed inside you. Your mouth parted in a gasp at the intrusion; eyes glazed over in bliss as you felt yourself get split in two around the girth of his cock. He was so big, filling you up inch by inch, a heavy pressure poking at the deepest part of yourself.
âThere you go, babyâ you jusâ take it. Take all that cock inside,â he grunted, eyebrows pinched tight.
All you could do was moan as you felt him bottom out inside you, âShit,â you gasped, âSo fuckinâ big.â
âI know, baby, youâre doinâ so good fâme,â he praised, starting to rock his hips into you.
He picked up the pace quickly when he was sure you could take it, splitting you open on his cock as he made you takeit. Under him you could feel yourself float away in the pleasure. His hand came up to wrap around your neck and a big smile spread across your face.
You felt so warm. Joel felt so fucking good.
He reduced you to a puddle, a puddle of pleasure and ecstasy. It was better than any drug youâd ever taken. Better than the first day of summer vacation. Better than anything youâd ever known. The sound of skin against skin faded away into a tranquil rhythm of pleasure. You belonged to him now, lived only for him and the way his cock felt inside you.
âFeel how deep that is?â he asked you, somehow having maneuvered your knees to press into your chest.
You couldnât do anything other than nod, desperate and whiny. You needed to fucking come. Inside you, his cock bumped into a spot no other man had reached before, and a fluttering feeling coiled itself in your core.
You were so close now.
âJoel,â you gasped, searching for the words as he continued his pace, balls slapping hard against your ass.
âNo,â he told you, teeth gritted, âYou hold it, slut, you hold it âtill I give you permission.â
Later, a thought of how heâd had you so close to coming without even a tap at your clit would graze you, but in this moment your thought were only filled with Joel. A hand found his bicep, you needed something to hold on to or youâd burst, and squeezed. Above you Joelâs groans and moans got louder.
âHold it.â
Tears streamed down your face, as you heaved for breath. You were right there, right on the edge now.
Please, Joel, please, sir, please.
âCome.â
Arching your back off the mattress, you shook as you finally tipped over the edge of bliss. The sounds escaping your throat werenât your own, they were someone elseâs, someone possessed with pleasure.
A âThank you,â fell from your lips, but you donât think he heard you. Above you, Joelâs movement became more and more erratic, thrusting himself deeper and deeper before a loud groan vibrated through his chest.
âYou take it,â he growled, âtake all that fuckinâ cum inside.â
He slammed his hips hard against you, pushing himself as deep as he could inside you, and came with a loud primal groan. His cock twitched within your walls as he emptied himself inside your cunt, the warmth of him filled you up as he painted your walls with cum.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â he mumbled, burying his face in your neck, âThat cum feels so good inside, donât it?â he cooed, and you nodded, your hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back and thrusted inside you again, fucking his cum deeper inside.
He stayed inside you as you both caught your breaths. His weight felt good on you, you were safe, as you floated somewhere between reality and a space youâd never been pushed to before.
And you missed him when he pulled away, sliding his half-hard cock from your fucked out cunt, dragging you with him up the bed. You reached for him, laying your hand open against his sheets, but he didn't see it, eyes mesmerized by his spend dripping out of you. His fingers slid through the mess, pushing his cum back inside as his eyes found yours.
Then something in the air shifted, and whatever had come over you, was gone. His fingers left streaks of wetness down the inside of your thigh as he pulled away. For the first time in your life, you didnât know what to say.
You were ruined now â heâd ruined you for everyone who wasnât him.
You sat up, turning your head over your shoulder to watch him, watch how his eyes trailed your body.
âSmoke?â you asked, your voice more unsteady than youâd thought.
Joel shook his head as you slung your feet off the bed to find your purse. He sat up against the pillows resting against his broken bed frame. Your eyes raked over his naked body as you fished a cigarette from your packet; drank in his strong arms, his wide chest and followed the dark hair of his happy trail down his belly to his soft cock between his thighs, still coated in your combined cum. Between your legs you could still feel his thick spend leak out of you.
You brought the cigarette to your lips, and just as you were about to light up Joelâs rough voice spoke, âOut the window,â he ordered with a nod in the direction of the window.
Everything was back to how it was before.
A dramatic huff escaped you, âAll rightâŚâ you muttered.
You felt too heavyâ heâd messed with your head; made you show him the real you. He couldnât see that. So instead, you put your mask back on, turning to face the window to conceal the mischievous smile threating to spill across your face.
âDaddy.â
Behind you, as you cracked open the window, you heard the bed creak. You played it cool, lighting your cigarette and blowing the smoke out the window.
Joelâs breath teased at the back of your neck and over your bare shoulder, making goosebumps dance down your spine, âThought Iâd fucked the attitude out of ya,â his voice was stern.
âGuess I was wrong.â
part two -> here!
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DREAM BOYS: slut me out



pairing: shy!jisung x (f) reader
genre/warnings: smut, unprotected sex (before you tap it make sure you wrap it), oral (m) receiving, switch!jisung, switch!reader (at least i think so⌠i wanna say thereâs not really strong dom/sub dynamics here)
summary: The Dream Boys are notorious for banging everything on campus with a pulse and breaking hearts, but every time you see Jisung, you canât help but think heâs nothing like them; he can barely even look into your eyes.
word count: 5.3k
a/n: i wrote this on a whim lol. as always, feedback is appreciated!
If I was a bad bitch,
Iâd wanna fuck me too
There was something about Park Jisung that confused you to no end.Â
For one, you wondered how a boy could be so awkward. You werenât even this bad at your peak of social ineptitude, but he somehow seemed to always be shy and blushing.Â
The most baffling thing about him, however, wasnât just his timid personality and lack of confidence around the opposite sex. It was his ability to get along so well with people who were the complete opposite of him.Â
Everybody at your school knew him and his friends collectively as the Dream Boys and they were notorious on campus for allegedly fucking every girl they set their sights on. You had no way of knowing how true that was, but based on nothing but vibes alone, most of them you didnât doubt one bit.Â
Mark, the sweet boy who posted bible quotes on his story every morning. Jeno, the intelligent one who obviously didnât buy his way into college. Jaemin, the campus heartthrob everyone wanted to bring home to Mama. And Haechan, the party boy who was never not hungover.Â
But Jisung was something different entirely. You had no idea why he hung out with them at all. Your interactions with him had been limited thus far, but he stammered out every sentence he spoke and could hardly maintain eye contact.Â
There was no way in hell he was a whore.Â
The school library had unfortunately become your second home over the past few weeks and you were lounging at a table with your friends when Ryujin whispered, âLooks like the Dream Boys are throwing another Halloween party this year. I hope thereâs no more cum punch rumors. I almost threw up because of that shit.â
Yuna winced. Those rumors had positively ruined the drinking last year for everybody. âDream Boys? More like fuckboys.â
You snickered. You didnât have a clue where the name came from, but you couldnât resist quipping, âAnd what did you think they dreamed about?â
âPussy,â she answered without hesitation.
You laughed again. The boys were handsome, you would give them that, but they also gave the impression that they were carrying sexually transmitted infections yet to be unearthed by health authorities.Â
Ryujin seemed like she was reading from her phone, probably gathering more information about the aforementioned party, and soon enough she chirped, âNo worries, guys. Haechan just posted that there will not be any cum punch, but everyone should watch their drink.â
âI wonât be attending,â you replied with total disinterest. âHave fun potentially drinking some random dudeâs kids.â
Ryujin groaned, but she had been expecting that response. It was no secret you had something against those boys because of their fuckboy reputation and while she didnât blame you for that, she didnât see it as an excuse to skip out on harmless fun. âYouâre so boring.â
You shrugged, indifferent. âIf boring means spending my free time watching Shemar Moore chase bad guys in two different universes, both of which heâs incredibly sexy in, instead of risking my tongue falling off, then Iâll be that.â
âYou both are disgusting,â Yuna said in disapproval. âYou want to fuck someoneâs bald dad and Ryujin wants to fuck Haechan.â
Ryujin gawked. âThatâs a lie!â
Yuna wasnât convinced. âAdmit it. The only reason you want to go to this party after last yearâs fiasco is because you know Haechan will be there and you want to suck his dick until the foreskin dries up like a raisin.â
You made a face. The graphic description was putting unholy pictures in your mind that you would rather not see. âYeah, Iâm gonna go. You girls got that,â you told them as you rose from the table, tossing your bag over your shoulder. âI will see you guys when I emerge from my Netflix binging.â
Meanwhile, Jisung was by himself in the break room of the local cafe he worked at trying desperately to think of something that would undo the boner in his pants before his co-workers saw him and teased him to hell and back. It wasnât even because of a pretty customer this time. He was just daydreaming.Â
Was it a smart thing to do while he was at work? No, maybe not. But he couldnât help it. His mind had been filled with perverted thoughts lately. It was the second week of October and Jisung was attempting to get all of the sexual frustration out of his system before the start of No Nut November.
He had been the first one to lose last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. This year, he needed a turnaround.Â
When his boner wouldnât go down as soon as heâd hoped, Jisung ultimately decided to go wank it in the bathroom as quietly as possible and got back to work. And to his luck, you were standing right there at the counter waiting for someone to take your order.Â
Jisung swallowed when he saw you. He had always found you gorgeous and seeing you after orgasming made his brain short-circuit. With a little plan to increase his body count another digit, he went up to the counter and put on his shyest performance. âHello. What can I get for you today?â
Your brows furrowed. He didnât sound as bashful as he looked. That said, he sounded like he was donning his customer service voice, and everybody knew that the person you were at work didnât reflect your true self. âHi, can I get the Jasmine green tea, please?â
Jisung kept his eyes trained to the screen the entire time, even though he wanted nothing more than to look at you. âSure thing. Would you like any add-ons?â
âTapioca pearls. Extra, please.â
God, the way you kept saying, âPlease,â was driving him crazy. He knew you were simply being polite, which was more than he could say about some customers he got, but it was making him picture other situations where he could have you begging for him.Â
âWill that be everything?â Jisung asked as if his thoughts hadnât wandered somewhere dangerous.
You nodded your head, taking out your card. âThatâs it.â
While you were temporarily distracted by having to pay, Jisung took the opportunity to get a better look at you. His eyes flitted to your lips that were coated in a clear gloss which made them look plumper. It was all he could do not to think about how perfect they would look wrapped around his cock.
âI heard you and your friends are throwing a party tonight,â you mentioned, waiting for your order to be processed. Not that you gave a damn. You just wanted something to talk about.Â
Jisung was pleased you didnât seem to notice his less than clean thoughts, but when you mentioned the party, he stifled a groan. âYeah, I canât go. I have a closing shift.â
âDamn, that must suck,â you replied, watching the hint of annoyance spread across his face. âWhen do you guys close, by the way? I was thinking about getting some work done.â
âWe close at nine,â Jisung told you matter-of-factly. âDonât you usually work in the library?â
You lifted a brow, smiling softly. âAre you keeping tabs?â
Jisung glanced away. Make no mistake, he wasnât stalking you or anything, but he did happen to see you in the library whenever he popped inside. You were there more often than not. âI see you around every now and then.â
You hummed. âTo answer your question, I do usually work in the library, but my friends are being insufferable today and I knew I wasnât gonna get any work done around them, so I hopped ship.â
Jisung nodded his head in understanding. âYeah, I get it. My friends are pretty annoying at times too.â
You had an obvious disdain for boys in his group, but for some reason, you were always so nice to him. It was almost as if you had some kind of soft spot. Jisung wondered if he could manipulate that kindness. He figured you must have assumed he wasnât as bad as the men he surrounded himself with, which couldnât have been more wrong, but you didnât need to know that.Â
There was no opportunity for you to give him a response, because his co-worker placed your drink in front of you, saying, âHere you go, one Jasmine green tea, extra tapioca pearls.â
You thanked them and glanced back at Jisung, telling him, âIâm gonna go find a seat,â and walked away.Â
Jisung was disappointed, but it was better than you leaving. And in truth, it wasnât so bad, because it gave him a little more time to think of a way of getting you to go home with him. He didnât want to lose for the fourth year in a row since he started college, and you were a beautiful girl that thought highly of him for whatever reason.Â
You were still lingering in the cafe a few hours later and it was that time of night where Jisung had to start excessively wiping counters to appear busy, because he didnât expect many more customers.Â
But you were the only customer in sight and he was the only employee at this hour, so he approached your table and inhaled a deep breath. âHey, do you mind if I ask you something?â
You glanced up at him, wanting to giggle at how nervous he seemed for whatever reason, but resisting. âSure.â
Jisung started fidgeting with the rings on his long fingers, which drew your attention to his hands, specifically how big they were. âCan I sit down?â
You wordlessly nodded over at the seat in front of you.Â
With one more small glance in the direction of the door, which didnât appear to be welcoming more customers any time soon, Jisung slid into the booth. You both sat there in silence until he finally willed himself to speak. âSo, I was wondering⌠can I ask you a favor?â
You were tempted to respond with, I wasnât aware I owed you any. But you were very curious to know where this was going, so you decided to let him get straight to the point. âDepends. Whatâs the favor?â
âPromise not to tell anyone?â he asked.Â
âSure, Iâll promise,â you replied, nodding. âAs long as youâre not about to ask me to hide a body.â
That threw Jisung off guard and he quickly shook his head. âWhat? No, of course not. Look, uh, I need a favor from you, but itâs something kindaâŚâ
Pushing down the top of your laptop, you held your face in your hands and gave Jisung your undivided attention. You were beginning to suspect that it was a favor of a sexual nature.Â
When you looked at him like that, Jisung glanced away. âItâs kinda embarrassing to say, but I was wondering⌠if I could come to your house.â
Now that was definitely a surprise. âMy house?â
Jisung nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. âYeah, thatâs what I was wondering. Iâm sorry, I know itâs weird. I justâŚâ
Your brows furrowed. Jisung had been to your apartment before. Once. Twice, if you counted him having to come back because he forgot his notebook. Either way, you werenât necessarily friends and it only happened because of an assignment, the fact that the library had been completely packed, and your apartment was nearby.Â
âWhy?â
âWell⌠I wanted to know if you could help me with something.â
âYouâre so vague,â you teased. âWhat do you need?â
Jisung exhaled a breath and decided he was just going to come out and say what he meant. âListen, this is gonna be kinda weird, and if you say no I completely understand and will leave you alone for the rest of my life. But me and my friends are preparing for No Nut November andâŚâ
âAnd you want to get all of the horny juice out of your system so you donât nut on the first day like a loser,â you finished for him. It wasnât that hard to guess, all things considered. âYou know it doesnât work like that, right?â
âIt does,â he insisted. He said nothing else, waiting for you to either agree to blessing his cock tonight or let him suffer, and hoping you chose the former.Â
You had already made your mind up, but you pretended to be uncertain, shrugging your shoulders. âWhy me?â
Much to your surprise, Jisung didnât skip a beat. âYouâre the only girl I didnât think would judge me.â
And that was exactly how he won you over, because you hurriedly began packing up your things to go home and get a shower before Jisung could get there. Maybe shave too. You didnât go bald, but a little trim had never hurt anybody.Â
Almost the very second his shift ended, Jisung was in his car growing increasingly more frustrated at every encountered red light as he drove as fast as he possibly could without going over the speed limit.Â
When he rang the doorbell, you almost immediately answered the door, wearing nothing but a shirt that looked far too big for someone of your stature. âWhat took you so long?â you asked, widening the door so he could enter.Â
âLots of traffic tonight,â Jisung replied, waltzing inside your house as if his heart wasnât thumping in his chest at the idea of getting fucked.Â
You closed the door and led him to the bedroom. The soft, feminine smell of your body wash clung to you and the scent was already driving him crazy with lust.Â
Jisung glanced around your bedroom, happy to be back here again. The last time he was inside your bedroom, heâd seen your panties spilling out of their drawer and it had taken everything in him to focus on the assignment at hand.Â
His eyes fell to your delicious legs which were smooth and shiny. No doubt you had just gotten out of the shower. You got ready for him, which had to count for something. You had consented to fucking him, after all, so your interest in him couldnât have been any more blatant.Â
You plopped on your bed, noticing the way he was drinking in the sight of you. âDonât just stand there,â you said, stifling a giggle.Â
Jisung swallowed the unignorable lump in his throat. âWhat do you want me to do?â
You hummed, pretending to think about it. âCome here.â
He took tentative steps towards your bed. It was adorably pink and fluffy, and he almost felt bad for knowing it was going to be ruined by the time he returned home. Then, he started thinking about what else was pink, and from that point on his mind began reeling with lewd thoughts.Â
You had to pull Jisung onto the bed, shoving him onto his back. The gasp he made was cut off by your lips smashing against his as you kissed him like your life depended on it, gently tugging on his black hair. You didnât want to hurt him, but at the same time, that was exactly what you wanted.Â
It pleasantly surprised you that Jisung was a decent kisser. You could tell he had some kind of experience, which was fair since he was a grown man with very obvious needs, and your panties were pooling with arousal when his hands drifted to your waist as you straddled him, pulling you flush against his rapidly hardening cock.Â
As if he wasnât already struggling to breathe enough, you broke the kiss and began trailing your lips faintly over his jaw. Then his neck. Then his collarbone. He figured you would go down again to his chest, but you went back to his throat and started sucking and nibbling at the flesh.Â
âFuck,â Jisung panted, already worked up and you had barely done anything together so far. He was sure you could feel how hard he was, given that he was pressed right against you, but you went about kissing him as if you had no clue.Â
His reactions did make you giggle smugly though, quite proud of yourself. The marks you were leaving at the base of his neck were going to be there for days. Maybe weeks. The room felt hotter now that you were making such a mess of him. He brought his hands up from your perfect waist to your under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your breasts.Â
It was your turn to gasp out. The soft sounds you made did wonders to turn him on. He cupped your chest in his big palms and let his thumb work over the stiffened nipple. All the while, you were beginning to grind against his bulge as your lips wandered here and there, drawing a guttural groan from Jisungâs throat.Â
âOh my god,â he said, stilling your hips with his strong hands. Something your body liked more than you cared to admit.
You met his eyes. They were filled with lust and desire and impatience. âAre you okay?â
Jisung nodded his head, glancing at your body. He was hoping you would get out of that shirt sooner than later. He wanted to see you. âItâs justâŚ,â he trailed, his voice faint. âIâve never done this before.â
You didnât gawk. You didnât laugh. There was no amusement nor was there any surprise. âThatâs okay. We can take things slow, if you want.â
âIâd rather not. I like things fast,â Jisung insisted.Â
You laughed. âWell, that can be arranged too. Have you ever had a blowjob?â
The thought of you sucking his cock alone nearly made a cold shudder wreck through Jisungâs body. âOnce,â he said, trying to keep his composure. âIt was a long time ago.â
âNow, we canât have that,â you replied, crawling off of him to bring your attention to the very prominent bulge in his pants. You could tell he was big and that thought had you salivating.Â
Jisung undid his pants hurriedly and tossed them to the ground like they meant nothing, giving you plenty enough time to ruffle through your drawer for something to tie your hair back with.Â
With your hair out of the way, you patiently sat on your knees as he got just naked enough that you would be able to suck him off. Maybe deep down you had always wanted to. Jisung was exactly the type of guy you were into - the ones that looked away when a pretty girl complimented them and had a beautiful, shy smile.Â
It didnât surprise you that his cock was just as veiny as his hands were, but it did make your mouth run dry.Â
âSweet Jesus,â you mumbled underneath your breath, knowing that you were in for a treat.Â
Jisung resisted a smirk. He knew he had a brag-worthy cock that was enough to make any woman lose her everlasting mind, whether she was going down on him or he was going inside her. You were no exception. Matter of fact, all it took was one look before you got a hold of his cock and spat on his pretty tip.Â
He swore quietly, watching you attentively. There wasnât even a need to get him hard because he had already stiffened from the way you were kissing him and grinding against his dick, so you got straight to work.Â
You skipped the slow parts - the teasing bits with your tongue at the tip and base of his cock, and immediately went to the action. Jisung said he liked things fast and so that was exactly what you would give him. And he was going to take it like heâd asked.
âShit. Shit. Fuck,â he cursed, clutching the sheets. You werenât wasting any time and he almost couldnât believe it.Â
You hadnât even waited before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could and that made Jisungâs head spin like he was about to explode. And in a way, that wasnât necessarily untrue. He already knew this was going to be one of his shorter experiences, but definitely one of his better orgasms.Â
Jisung groaned loudly. It was a shock, because he was one of the quietest boys youâd ever met, so it wasnât too hard for you to guess that he was currently enjoying himself. The sound of his euphoric noises were making you horny and you could feel your panties getting even wetter.Â
You wanted to fuck him so bad. It was killing you right now. He was just so perfect; so handsome and cute and easy to provoke. You wanted to draw the most sexy, uncontrollable reactions from him and watch what it did to his little male brain.Â
Jisung could tell how much you wanted him and it only aroused him more. You were so fucking eager. You were going to town, sucking him off like you were in love with him, like you were worshiping him, and it got him off to an inexplicable extent. He couldnât even begin to describe how your mouth felt sealed around him like you wanted to suck him completely dry.Â
You ran your hands up his stomach, up his thighs. He was sensitive in more places than one, your touches making his breath hitch in his throat.Â
âIâm gonna come,â he warned, knowing he wasnât going to last much longer. Not with all the stunts you were pulling.
Damn, already, you thought to yourself, wanting to chuckle. Not that you were actually even remotely surprised. You knew what you were doing; you were ruining him and taking a little piece of him to serve as a reminder of your victory.Â
You didnât slow down. If anything, you went even faster, your head bobbing up and down his shaft like you wanted to eat him for every meal of every goddamn day. Jisung winced his eyes clothed and accepted his fate, knowing he was merely seconds away from the heat in his stomach unfurling.Â
With the last piece of his self-control officially waning now that you were sucking his dick like you had something to prove, Jisung involuntarily began thrusting into your mouth, messily fucking your throat with every intention of getting himself off. You let him. At the moment, you were just pleased youâd driven him mad.Â
And that you knew for sure, because the buildup of ecstasy at short last began to overflow and Jisung couldnât take it anymore. He gave one final long, deep moan as he released down your throat and clasped your sheets for purchase, convulsing with the effort.Â
Jisung was shaking. When his eyes finally opened, all he saw was you swallowing his load even though he hadnât asked you to, and it made him burn from the inside out.Â
You grinned when he withdrew from your mouth and glanced up to meet his eyes, watching him struggle to find words. âYou good?â you asked, shifting on your knees.Â
Jisung nodded, but that word didnât even begin to capture the feeling he had inside right now. That was a revolutionary nut. âI⌠yeah. Iâm good.â
Getting up from your knees, you ignored the faint ache in them and asked, âDo you wanna fuck now?â
âGod, yes,â Jisung replied in a heartbeat, stroking himself back rigid. It would happen in no time.Â
When he was hard, he gathered you in his arms and tossed you unceremoniously onto the bed, a gasp escaping your mouth as your back met the mattress. Jisung ordered you to raise your hips, which you did on command, and he slipped your panties from underneath you to throw them wherever his pants were. Still unsatisfied, he tugged at your shirt too until you were completely naked.
The sight of you made him hold his breath. Your smooth skin and supple breasts and kissable tummy. He slipped a hand between your legs, wondering if he should return the favor before he fucked you, but he was surprised by how wet you had gotten from giving him pleasure.Â
âYou really are something else,â he mumbled, running his arousal-slicked fingers over his throbbing dick.Â
You laughed, debating what to do with your legs, and ultimately deciding on draping them over his broad shoulders. Jisung groaned, having imagined one too many times how your cunt would feel as he pushed in and out of it silkily, and concluding that there was no point in drawing things out, he slipped between your slick folds.Â
He growled in pleasure immediately, because both the way your pussy welcomed him in with ease and the way it invitingly throbbed around him was making him unravel. It was completely insane. The power you had over him right now was lethal and he couldnât believe how wet and snug you were just for him.Â
âOh, god,â you moaned out, because suddenly your legs on him werenât enough and you detangled them from his shoulders to wrap around his slim waist instead so that it would be easier to lock your arms around him as well.Â
It took a long moment for Jisung to will himself to open his eyes, because they had been winced closed since the moment he felt you tightening around him. He looked you in the eyes. âIs this okay?â he asked softly.Â
You nodded your head. His cock was long and thick and veiny and everything in between. You were in a world between heaven and earth, elevating to the gods and struggling to stay grounded. âItâs perfect, baby. Fuck me just like that.â
Jisung felt dizzy. He knew he had been right in choosing you. It wasnât every girl that could leave him on the cusp of insanity with both her throat and her pussy, and he was still reeling from the head youâd given him. His whole body was scalding with lust and passion as he reaped pleasure from your body with every labored thrust.Â
You couldnât get enough how he felt stroking against your walls and it showed in the way you were kneading and gushing around his cock. The tension in the air was exhilarating, throttling. You grappled his forearms to keep him close, not wanting to be separated when he was fucking you this good.Â
âCan you say my name?â Jisung asked, his voice thick with desire.Â
âJisung,â you called out softly, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts in a perfect sync. You simply couldnât help yourself. This would be your undoing.Â
Jisung swore underneath his breath, unable to control the way his stammering hips reacted to the hint of breathlessness in your voice, and smoothed his palms over your beautiful, bare body. He ran his fingers over your cheek, your neck, your chest and your thighs.Â
He knew he needed to make you come if he cared about not absolutely humiliating himself, because he was going to unravel in a matter of minutes. With that thought, he stuck his hand between your legs and thumbed your clit, asking, âHow does that feel?â
You cried out his name again, shuddering with sensitivity. Your heart was hammering in your chest and pounding in your ears and the throbbing between your legs was brutal. If he was trying to finish you, it was working. You couldnât even bring yourself to answer.Â
Jisung took that as a sign that you liked it and he continued rubbing the sensitive nub, all the while giving you those long, deep strokes you seemed to be enjoying. You couldnât breathe through the ecstasy. The way he was stretching you out and bringing you high made you feel as if you could choke.Â
You trembled beneath him, torn between taking his cock and arching away from the pleasure. âOh my god. Fuck. Iâm gonna come,â you said, feeling the sweat clinging to your skin. If you didnât know any better, you would think he was lying about being a virgin.Â
That drew a grunt out of Jisung in anticipation. He didnât stop touching your clit, didnât stop stroking your sweet spot. âYou gonna come for me?â
You nodded your head vigorously. The rhythm of his thrusts and the relentlessness of his hand between your legs was going to make you see stars. Of that you were certain. Your mouth hung open, gasping for breath, struggling to breathe in the stuffy air.Â
Then it finally rammed into you like a freight train and you let out a mangled cry of Jisungâs name as you reached your peak. It was the sweetest sound heâd ever heard. You begged for mercy, overcome. Undone. Your face tensed and you throbbed around his cock over and over, your entire body unstill.Â
When you tried to squirm away from it, Jisung held you securely in his arms so that you had no option but to take the pleasure he was giving you, and everything about it made you feel faint.Â
He only released you when you went slack against the sheets, the most empty look in your stare as if your soul had been completely snatched from your body, and he couldnât but moan. God fucking damn.Â
Jisung kept fucking you through your orgasm, knowing that his was right around the corner, especially with how you had clamped around him like a noose as you came and the soft moans you were making as he tried to get himself off. It was classic mutually assured destruction.Â
You were hyper aware of the wet sound of his hips smacking into yours echoing out on the walls, even wetter now that you had orgasmed on his cock. Knowing the effect he had on you somehow turned you on. You were still trying to collect yourself after having one hell of an orgasm, throwing your arms around his body again.Â
âMm. Jisung, come. I want you to come,â you purred, rubbing your hands down his back.Â
Jisung was losing his mind. He knew he was a goner the second you said that and thus he begrudgingly withdrew from your soaked pussy, flipped you onto your stomach, and started to stroke himself the rest of the way with his fist.Â
In a matter of seconds, he was groaning so close to and simultaneously too far from your ear, landing a stripe of his cum on your ass as he winced his eyes closed for the nth time. You looked behind you in time to see his face tensing and his lips parted in a perfect deep moan that had you clenching around nothing.
Jisung dropped beside you like a deadweight and tried to gather his breath. His mind was staggering from the orgasm and the tight feel of your cunt around his cock and he wasnât going to be capable of thinking straight for the next hour or so.Â
When you at last willed yourself to move, you brushed the hair out of his face and asked, âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â Jisung replied, nodding. âAre you?â
âIâm good,â you told him, grinning from ear to ear. You were hoping he wouldnât leave without your number. The sex was a little too good not to happen again.Â
Jisung bobbed his head again. He slowly sat up, knowing his head would spin if he got up too fast, and said, âIâm gonna go to the bathroom.â
You hummed in response, watching his back as he grabbed his pants and stepped out of the room.Â
When he was in the bathroom, Jisung whipped out his phone from the pocket of his pants and texted his group chat.Â
jisung: just lost my virginity for the 28th time not that iâm counting
mark: lmfaooo how long are these girls gon fall for that shitÂ
jeno: for real, he lies more than jaemin
jaemin: ntm on me. but iâm impressed heâs kept it up for this longÂ
haechan: come on. all he has to do is stutter and theyâre like aweeee jisungie wungie is your cock heavy? here let me hold that for you
Jisung rolled his eyes and put his phone away. All he knew was the sex was amazing and he was coming back for seconds; you would be the perfect place to dump his cum before the start of November.Â
And he wasnât losing.
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| reader is new in town and goes around with her bestfriend. She meets Onyankopon who is entranced by her at first sight and is set on making her his. |
cw : strangers to lovers. dom! Ony, fem! sub shy awkward reader, reader is black, doggy style, anal play (ony eats her ass), oral sex (f receiving), spit, fluids, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (mamas, princess, lil âma, etc.), praise, biting, pussy slapping, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock drunk reader, slight pussy drunk ony, overstimulation, crying, pwp.
word count : hella long bc thereâs lots of plot đĽš
sn : wrote this for fun, hopefully yâall will enjoy it đ

You had been away for college for a long while but now that you graduated with your masters degree and had a break, you came to visit your best friend. You were hesitant about being in a new environment again but you were excited to see your bestfriend because it had been so long since the two of you spent time together.
The two of you were polar opposites, her being loud and charismatic, feisty and unafraid to show off her rambunctious personality. You on the other hand were shy, mostly quiet and meek, only getting out of your shell when you were comfortable with people. You guys suited each other perfectly though, the true definition of opposites attracting.
You squinted your eyes, your car now in a slow stroll along the street as you searched for your friendâs address. You perked up once you found it, pulling into her driveway and parking. Excitement built up inside you as you hopped out the car and approached her front door. You knocked a little too eagerly but you couldnât help yourself. Nao was excited as well, rushing to open the door and hug you.
You both squealed as you hugged dramatically and spun a bit. âBitch I missed your ass so much! Oh my god I have so much tea for you!â Nao exclaimed excitedly. You giggled, âI missed you so much too. You always have something going on. I canât wait to hear all about it though.â You smiled at her. âugh, my baby is back with me.â Nao sighed dramatically before she kissed your cheeks. You loved the affection, Nao always giving motherly vibes.
Nao helped you get your bags from your car and she didnât waste any time to start ranting to you as you two began to unpack your things in her guest room. ââHe really tried to play in my face like Iâm one of his lil hoes. Canât stand these niggas out here. He keep tryna blow up my phone but Iâm ignoring his ass.â Nao expressed while shaking her head. You just took in the info, laughing a little. âWhich one was this? Eren?â You asked, trying to keep up.
âNah, Eren my baby boy. Iâm talking about Connie hoe ass. Connie mad now because him and Eren homeboys. I donât give a fuck though.â Nao said honestly with a cackle. âOh my god, thatâs so messy. I support though. As you should!�� You encouraged with a laugh. âWhat about you though sis? Any dude try to pull up on you at college?â Nao asked.
âNope. Well I guess some tried but they were all weirdos, I wasnât interested. Plus you know I need someone who will take care of me.â You said honestly with a hum. âGirl, you need to put yourself out there more. Youâre a bad bitch, Iâm sure guys will drool over you. Youâre just too picky.â She said while shaking her head in disapproval. âI could put you on.â She suggested as she perked up.
âNo, no. I refuse to be put on with one of those guys you hang around. You know thatâs not my vibe.â You refused immediately. âUgh, come on! Just give it a chance!. We could literally pull up at Connieâs crib, everyone be over there.â She persuaded with a pout as she pulled on your arm. âEh, the guys you hang with wouldnât even be interested in me.â You sighed.
âYou donât know that!. Just come with me, please? Pretty please? Cherry on top? Love and adore you forever?â She begged as she laid her head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, laughing âalright, Iâll come. But! Iâm not getting put on with no one.â You clarified. âYay! So exciting!â She cheered in victory. âIsnât it gonna be awkward for you to be at Connieâs house though?â You asked once you realized.
âEh, he donât mind. He too obsessed with me to leave me alone.â She confidently said with a shrug, you laughed. âYâall are a mess. Thatâs exactly why I will not partake in that kind of relationship.â You stated. âYou will when you find some good dick.â She blurted causing you to gasp and hit her with a pillow, she burst out laughing at your reaction. It was nice spending time with Nao again, the two of you spent the rest of the night catching up and enjoying each otherâs company.
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You were dreading this gathering now, you hated meeting people. You had Nao by your side though so you figured it wouldnât be so bad. Nao looked sexy as fuck, dressed in a red corset top, a black jean skirt, and some âuniversity redâ dunks with her crinkle curl black lace front, gold jewelry to compliment the outfit.
You differed in style, dressed in a lacy white tank top with a white cardigan, you wore a pink skirt with white leg warmers and pink converse, your hair was in a half up half down look and you had on hoop earrings with a little charm bracelet. âYou look so adorbs!â Nao gushed over you. You blushed, âthanks, you look so good. Theyâre gonna drool over you forreal.â You complimented with a giggle.
âThatâs the goal.â She sassily said as she flipped her hair. The two of you walked up to what was apparently Connieâs house and Nao didnât even bother to knock, just walking on in like she owned the place. Luckily for you it wasnât overly crowded, just a couple people hanging around. It appeared this house was a true hang out spot. âYoo, losers. The baddest bitch has arrived.â Nao greeted theatrically.
Everyone greeted her too, she was clearly comfy with everyone here, you just followed behind her like a clueless puppy only uttering âhiâsâ and ânice to meet youâsâ whenever Nao introduced you to people. Unbeknownst to you, someone had taken a particular interest in you. âYo, whoâs lil mama?â Ony asked Jean as they stood together sharing a blunt. âUh donât know but she came with Nao. Theyâre homegirlsâ Jean shrugged.
âMm.â Ony hummed in response to the information, still observing you with his low slightly red eyes. âWhat? You tryna hit that?â Jean asked with a laugh. âNah, just curious.â Ony dismissed. It was rare to see a cute thing like you around so it intrigued Ony, he didnât typically go for girls like you but he wouldnât mind taking his chances. You caught his stare when you began to mindlessly look around, it caught you off guard seeing the male staring at you so intensely.
It also confused you a bit, you didnât understand why he was looking at you. You unconsciously pouted a bit and tilted your head as you tried to think of what the reason could be. Ony felt his heart swoon a little at the adorable sight, you were just too cute. âLying ass. You definitely wanna tap that.â Jean laughed as he peeped the scene. âShut your ass up.â Ony snapped.
âIs there something on my face?â You asked Nao. She looked at you confused, âNo, why do you think that?â She asked as she thoroughly inspected your face. âBecause some guy was staring at me so I wanted to make sure. That wouldâve been embarrassing.â You said in slight relief. âWhich guy?!â She perked up, eager to find out. You subtly pointed to him, standing against the wall with some other guy.
He was dressed in black cargo pants and a white tee, a black durag on his head with some white forces on his feet. He had little diamond stud earrings in his ears and a silver chain around his neck. He had a tattoo on one of his hands and one on his collarbone. âOo! Thatâs Ony! Girl that is crazy! Ony doesnât get interested in many girls. You should go speak!â Nao excitedly encouraged.
You sheepishly shook your head, âNoo, you know I hate approaching people.â You said as you played with your sweater paws. âI know but you need to put yourself out there!. You want me to call him over?â She offered. Your eyes went wide, frantically shaking your head, not liking that idea at all. Nao sighed, âWell Iâm not gonna put you in an uncomfortable position but I really think you should feel him out.â She hummed. You chewed on your lip, debating it as you glanced at him.
He was definitely attractive but he seemed way out of your league. You wouldnât even know how to handle a guy like him. This time he was the one who caught you staring, blowing smoke from his mouth after taking a hit from a blunt. You immediately looked away, flustered that he caught you looking at him. Ony smirked at your shy reaction, âsheâs too damn cute.â He mumbled to himself. âBro just go over and talk to her at this point instead of drooling, damn.â Jean said, annoyed.
Ony rolled his eyes, elbowing Jean in the side before he actually did take the initiative and walked up to you. You didnât even notice him approaching, turned towards Nao and focused on what she was currently chatting about. Ony cleared his throat once he stood behind you, instantly gaining your attention as you whipped around to see who it was. âWhatâs up little âma.â Ony greeted once he had your attention. You stared at up him like a deer in headlights, âUhm..hi~â you replied shyly.
Naoâs eyes flickered between the two of you knowingly with a mischievous grin on her face. She didnât waste any time slipping away so that you and ony could talk privately. âYou new around here?â Ony asked you, starting small talk as he took a sip from his red solo cup. âYeah, I just got here the other dayâ You said as you began to nervously play with your hair, you knew you were probably being awkward but you sucked at conversation. Ony didnât mind your shy awkward demeanor though, finding it adorable.
âOh my bad, Iâm onyankopon by the way but you can call me ony.â He introduced himself with a smile, allowing you to see the silver grill on the bottom row of his teeth. He was definitely not the type of guy to go for a girl like you. âNice to meet you~â You said your usual textbook reply, smiling back at him politely. Ony fixated on your pretty smile, your little dimples appearing on your cheeks along with your glossy lips. In that moment he felt like heâd do whatever to keep that smile on your face.
âYou close with Nao?â He questioned. You nodded, âMhm, sheâs my bestfriend, weâve been close for a long time and I love her a lot.â You expressed happily as you grinned. âThatâs cute.â Ony smiled, enjoying seeing you happily ramble. Onyâs stare was so intense and intimidating as he ate up every detail of your figure with his eyes, it made your heart pound furiously in your chest. That ba-boom ba-boom ba-boom nonstop in your system.
âMy homie Jean convinced me to approach you since I kept staring at you, hope I didnât make you uncomfortable.â Ony chuckled as he rubbed at his chin. âOh!, I wasnât uncomfortable, just mostly confused..I didnât understand why you were staring at me.â You admitted honestly with a soft laugh as you shyly fiddled with your charm bracelet.
Onyâs eyes tracked the movement, fully attentive to your every action. âBecause youâre beautiful. Cutest thing Iâve ever seen. Canât keep my eyes off you mama.â Onyâs low sultry voice spoke honestly as he stared into your now wide eyes. âI-I uhm..â You stuttered out, speechless and beyond flustered now. You even let out a faint whine in embarrassment as you shifted from foot to foot.
You werenât used to such shameless and honest flattery so you didnât know how to process it and respond. Ony was torn because a part of him loved watching you squirm and crumble because of his words, and the other part of him wanted to ease your turmoil and comfort you. âYou can relax mama, itâs alright. I just wanted to clear up your confusion.â His comforting side won, his voice soft and soothing.
âSorry, Iâm not used to accepting compliments, especially from a guy like you..thank you though.â You managed out after awhile, breathing out to calm yourself. âA guy like me? Whatâs that mean mama?â Ony prodded with a teasing grin. You swore youâd fold and burst at the seams if he called you âmamaâ one more time. The way it rolled off his tongue just sounded so nice.
âI-I mean..uh..â You stammered out as you smiled shyly. âYou know, youâre attractive and intimidating..and you go for girls like Naoâ You explained, completely embarrassed. Ony was highly amused as he listened to you try to elaborate, a grin on his face. âCute. You think Iâm attractive sweet girl?â Ony asked, continuing to tease. âAlso I donât go for girls like Nao. I want you.â Ony said honestly.
You felt your heart skip a beat hearing that, getting a little giddy as you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your huge smile. Ony eyed the action of you biting your lip, his mind drifting to a not so innocent place. âLet me take you out on a date.â He suddenly said. You looked at him in slight shock, his straightforwardness catching you off guard.
You contemplated your answer because you were unsure. You did think Ony was very attractive and you liked talking to him but you were afraid of this not going well. You decided to take Naoâs advice though and take your chances. âokay, Iâd love to~â You smiled. Ony felt like he won the lottery. The two of you then exchanged numbers before Ony got pulled away by his friends.
âIâll text you later mamas.â Ony told you before yâall parted ways. You were giddy to tell Nao all the details about your interaction with Ony. He stayed true to his word too, texting you sooner than you expected. You texted him on your way back home with Nao. âThis is soo exciting! Do you know where heâs taking you yet?â Nao questioned excitedly as she drove.
âA restaurant, I think itâs fancy.â You informed her. âOo can I dress you up? Pretty please, I wanna make you all sexy. Make him lose his shit.â Nao laughed. âOf course thatâs what you wanna do.â You laughed too while shaking your head. âYou can dress me up though, I want the sexy bad bitch vibes.â You agreed, thinking itâd be nice to switch it up for this occasion.
âYessuh!, Youâre gonna get dicked down real good.â Nao cackled evilly. You gasped, âYouâre nasty! Horny ass.â You laughed in disbelief. âGirl you know damn well youâre not miss innocent, with your kinky ass.â Nao called you out as the two of you laughed together. âHush, I still have class~â You huffed with a grin.
Throughout the night you and Ony texted nonstop, him constantly flattering you and giving you butterflies with his sweet words. Despite you being really shy in person you were more bold through text, saying things youâd never say directly to his face but it was fun to play around. Little did you know though, Ony was gonna make you stand on your words.
onyanbear đŤđ§¸: why you keep playing with me ma? you think I wonât put you in your place?
you : bc itâs funnn, youâre not gonna do anything. Youâre scaryyy, all talk, no action
onyanbear đŤđ§¸ : ight, keep talking that big girl shit. Weâll see.
You were giggling and kicking your feet reading his responses, you knew you were probably digging yourself a hole but it was too fun to tease and provoke him. You honestly didnât think heâd actually act on his words. Youâd learn soon enough though that he was not playing.
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You were honestly a nervous wreck as you prepared for your date with Ony. You hadnât been on a date in awhile and youâd say you had a crush on Ony at this point so it was exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. Nao provided you with a little silk black dress that shaped your curves in all the right ways and showed off your figure. You paired the dress with black heels that wrapped up your ankles.
You curled your hair, doing a natural makeup beat and putting on red lipstick. This was definitely different from your usual cutesy style but you looked good. You put on jewelry, just some stud earrings and a bracelet, along with an anklet. âYou look good as fuck! Iâm so proud.â Nao exclaimed before she began taking pictures of you like a proud mom.
âThank youâ You laughed and posed for some of the pictures. âWhenâs he pulling up?â Nao asked. âUhm in about 10 minutes or so I think.â You hummed as you checked your phone, seeing his text saying that he was on his way. âYou excited? You like him so far?â Nao prodded teasingly and eagerly. You giggled, âI am excited but I also feel like throwing up from nerves. I do like him so far..heâs nice.â You admitted with a shy smitten grin.
âOo, this is so adorable. Iâm happy youâre giving him a chance.â Nao smiled. Soon Ony pulled up, calling you to let you know he was outside. âOkay Iâll be out soon!~â You told him. You quickly got up, spraying on your favorite perfume and grabbing your purse before you walked out to see Ony standing outside his car waiting for you. His attention was on you the second you stepped out, eyes eating up your figure.
âYou look so sexy âma. breathtaking.â Ony hummed, not being able to take his eyes off you as his hands found their way to your waist. Your face flushed, growing shy as your stomach swarmed with flutters at his words and the feel of his hands on your body. âThank youâ You said with a smile. âYou look good too, really good.â You returned the flattery as you eyed him as well.
He was dressed in a black and grey hockey jersey and some black jeans, âpandaâ dunks on his feet. He had on the same chain and he had rings adorning his fingers this time. He smelled so good too, his intoxicating scent so yummy in your nostrils. âthanks mama.â Ony grinned before he pecked your cheek. He was being extra touchy this time around but you didnât mind it at all, you were soaking it up actually.
âLetâs go.â Ony said as he opened the car door for you, allowing you to slide into the passenger seat. He closed the door after you and then rounded around the car and sat in the driverâs seat. He adjusted the air and the radio before he began to drive. You just watched him the whole time, completely infatuated with him and his whole aura. Your inner thoughts screaming about how he was âfine as fuckâ. You wouldnât say it out loud though, too shy to do so.
âYou staring real hard lil mama, see something you want?â Ony asked in that smooth low voice of his that made you melt, his eyes still focused on the road but his attention completely on you. âslow downâ by bobby valentino played lowly on the radio, creating a mood in the car and further adding to the building tension. You didnât know how to respond, mouth parting but no words coming out, flustered by his question.
You did see something you wanted, you wanted him, really badly too. You werenât gonna admit that though. âN-No..just like staring at you..â You partially confessed sheepishly as you played with the hem of your dress. Ony chuckled, the sound filling your ears and consuming you, so pleasing to your senses. âThatâs cute baby. Youâre so shy now, what happened to big girl in my messages? Talking all big about how I canât handle you, you gonâ make me nut in my pants, how I ainât gonâ do shit, Iâm not daddy material, Hm? Whereâs that energy at âma?â Ony called you out, making your eyes blow wide.
You didnât think heâd make you eat your words, it was embarrassing hearing your own words repeated back to you. âI-I..I was playing!â You defended, not wanting to bury yourself further. âAh, so youâre the one thatâs scary then? All talk, no action? Ainât that what you said?. After you said I wouldnât bend you over my lap and spank your little ass.â Ony continued, loving seeing you fall apart from being called out.
You were pouting now, âIâm not scary, I did say that and I was right. You still ainât do shit.â You huffed, now standing on your words because you werenât gonna let him doubt you and call you âscaryâ. âMm.â was all Ony said in response as he grinned, he was glad you were still being a brat, just so he could turn you right back out. The two of you arrived at the restaurant and once Ony parked he was quick to snatch you up by your neck.
You let out a choked gasp, staring at him wide eyed as he pulled your face towards his, his large hard squeezing around your throat making you whine. âI love that attitude shit âma. It makes my day. You keep fucking with me because you want me to fuck that attitude out of you, donât you?â Ony uttered against your lips, your breaths mingling together, the proximity and his words putting you in a daze.
âYou want daddy to fuck you stupid? Turn you into my good girl?â Ony hummed, you let out another whine. You wanted to kiss him so bad, your lips parted, tongue practically about to fall out from how desperately you wanted it. Right when you tried to lean in, Ony pulled away and let you go. âCome on, weâre gonna be late for our reservation.â He said as he got out of the car.
You were bewildered, stuck processing what just happened as Ony opened the passenger side door for you. Ony was completely amused at the lost look on your face, it was priceless. He contained his nonchalant appearance though. âCome back to me mama, letâs go.â Ony hummed, trying to snap you out of your trance.
It worked, you immediately got out of the car and began to follow him into the restaurant, a slight embarrassed flush on your face as you realized how desperate you mustâve looked moments ago. Ony led the two of you to your table once you entered the restaurant. Being the gentleman he was he pulled your seat out for you, âthank youâ you said softly with a smile as you sat down.
He hummed in response and pushed your seat in. The two of you got settled and ordered. âYou gonna act like a good girl now?â Ony asked you after the waiter left, slightly joking as he looked at you. You pouted, âNoâ you huffed softly. You were gonna stand your ground, plus you were still disappointed that he didnât actually kiss you. Ony chuckled at your response.
âYouâre lucky youâre cute as fuck.â He expressed with a grin. You were flattered, folding again at his sweet words as you smiled and grew shy again. âI tried to look sexy today thoughâ You muttered as you adjusted your dress a bit. âYou do look sexy, very sexy. You also look cute though, cutest thing ever. You have a nice mix of both.â He told you honestly, only flattering you more as you grinned giddily.
âNot cute enough for you to kiss me though..â you mumbled, you intended to say that in your head and not out loud but it slipped. Ony couldnât help but to laugh, he was satisfied with getting you all sulky. âdonât laugh~ itâs embarrassing.â You whined as you covered your face with your hands. âMy bad baby, you donât have to be embarrassed, itâs adorable you want me to kiss you so bad.â He comforted with a soft laugh as he pulled your hands away from your face, kissing your hands as he did.
You felt those now familiar butterflies swarm in your system at his soft plump lips against your hands. You could only imagine feeling his lips elsewhere..the thought giving you shivers. âYou happy now?â He asked as he now held your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved it so much, his hand in yours, it was so comforting and intimate. You wished heâd kiss your lips but you were happy with what was given to you. âI am, very happyâ You giggled.
âthatâs good mamas.â He smiled before he kissed your hand again, kissing down to your wrist. âYou smell good as fuck..got me wanting to eat you âma..â he sighed as he looked into your eyes. You stared back, silent now but your heart pounding loudly in your ears. That ravenous look in his eyes had you stuck, your breathing slowing as anticipation began to build inside you.
Ony constantly kept you on edge but you loved it, and sometimes you felt the urge to go over that edge. âWhy donât you then?â You uttered out, not backing down from his stare. Ony smiled at your words, âYouâd like that wouldnât you mamas? My head between your legs? That sweet pussy suffocating me?â He teased. If you werenât wet already, you definitely were now. His words effecting you and making your pussy ache to be touched.
âI would like that, soo much, pleaseâ You hadnât intended to beg but it seemed Ony made you desperate with ease. He chuckled, âWeâre gonna eat first babe and have our date, you can be a good girl and wait.â He stated before he kissed your cheek. You pouted but agreed, wanting to be good and also wanting to finish your date since youâd been excited for this date.
Soon the food arrived and the two of you began to eat, the food was heavenly. You two talked and got to know each other even more. ââSo youâre beautiful and smart as hell, I hit the jackpot.â Ony grinned. You had just finished telling him about your college accomplishments, âoh hush, you probably have had plenty of smart beautiful women.â You giggled.
âNah, none like you at least. Youâre a gem mamas.â He said genuinely. His sweet words always made you swoon, falling for him more and more by the second. âYouâre so sweet to me.â You said softly as you smiled. âYou deserve it and Iâm tryna make you mine so I have to be sweet to you.â He smiled as he finished off the dessert you ordered. You gasped, âYou ate the last bite!â You whined in disappointment stomping your feet in your heels.
Ony couldnât help but to laugh, cackling as you pouted and sulked like a baby. âYouâre not sweet anymore.â You huffed as you crossed your arms. âGod, youâre so cute it makes me sick.â He said with a grin while shaking his head as his laughter died down. âHere âma, you can taste the last bite too.â He said before he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you deeply.
It caught you off guard, you took a minute to process what was happening before you began to kiss him back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing through the seam of your lips to fill your mouth, allowing you to taste the residual of the dessert. He dominated the kiss easily, his tongue tangling messily with yours and pushing against the insides of your cheeks. He began to suck on your tongue, making you moan into the kiss.
âshit..â he groaned lowly as he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still. Your head was fuzzy from the kiss, your breathing heavier as your now low lust filled eyes stared into Onyâs pretty brown eyes. He licked his lips, breaking the saliva string between your lips. Your eyes fixated on the movement, completely entranced by the man.
Ony was just as enamored by you, your red lipstick now slightly smudged on your plush lips. That needy look in your eyes that seemed eager to be satiated. You were just so beautiful and he couldnât get enough of it. âMm, you taste better than the dessert mamaâ he said, it was kinda a cheesy line but he meant it. âShouldâve kiss you sooner..â he mumbled before he pecked your lips again repeatedly.
You loved every second of it, kissing him back as much as you could, smiling into the kisses. You felt completely head over heels at this point. âLetâs head out mamaâ he hummed as he pulled away. He paid for the meal and held your hand as you two exited the restaurant, getting back into his car. You were in a relaxed state on the night drive, onyâs hand resting on your thigh and your head leaned against the window, shamelessly watching him as he drove.
âYou wanna go back to my place baby?â Ony asked as he gave your thigh a small squeeze. âYes pleaseâ you said, a little too eagerly causing ony to chuckle. You couldnât help it though, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, be completely consumed by him. It wasnât long before you guys arrived at his house.
You observed the place with curiosity, âYou live alone?â You questioned as the two of you got out of the car. âMhm, roommates arenât my style. Too much of a hassle. I like having my own shit.â He said as he unlocked his front door. You nodded in understanding, âMakes sense.â You hummed before letting out a squeak in surprise when Ony suddenly picked you up.
You didnât get a chance to get a word out before Ony started eating your face, kissing you with desperation as he gripped your ass. Truth be told Ony couldnât wait to get his hands on you, being tempted the whole time as you provoked him and he snapped after he kissed you, wanting to devour you whole after that. You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you pulled him closer.
Ony began to carry you upstairs to his bedroom as the two of you continued kissing. He sucked on your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and making you whine out. He loved all the cute noises you made, wanting to pull more of them out of you. He left opened mouthed kisses down your neck prior to running his tongue up your neck all the way to your ear, pulling your earlobe into his mouth. He wanted to taste every inch of you.
You shivered at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive ear, your nails beginning to dig into his neck as you whined pathetically. He threw you onto the bed once you guys made it to his bedroom, making you gasp. âMhm, I ainât forget about all that big girl shit you talked. You gonâ learn not to play in my face.â He reminded you as he pulled his shirt off, allowing you to see his bare upper body, his chest covered in tattoos.
You gawked at him, your eyes eating up every detail of his body. Ony pulled you by your legs, treating you like a rag doll as he parted your thighs causing your little dress to rise up. âYouâre so fuckinâ beautiful âmaâ Ony sighed in delight as he began to kiss from your calf up to your inner thighs, goosebumps following the trail of his kisses. You flushed at his compliment, you loved the nonstop flattery.
You wanted him so badly, watching him as he took his time getting to the place that ached so desperately to be touched. Ony paused once he reached your wet cunt, his breath ghosting against your clothed cunt in an agonizingly teasing way. You quickly grew impatient as you began to whine and squirm, âstop teasing meâ you huffed as you whined. He chuckled, âSo fuckinâ needyâ he tsked as he slapped your thigh to get you to stop squirming.
You whimpered and pouted but ceased your movement, âyouâre taking too long. still no actionâŚâ you muttered as you rolled your eyes. âYou ainât getting shit from me unless you start actinâ right mamaâ he stated as he stared up at you. You stared back at him, huffing once you realized you werenât gonna win in this situation. âfine, Iâll act right..â you obliged. âgood girl.â He praised and placed a kiss on your clothed clit.
You swooned at the praise, soaking it up more than you thought you would. Ony didnât waste anymore time, pulling your panties off and tossing them aside before he delve into your sweet pussy, dragging his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned out in satisfaction at finally getting what you had been craving since you saw ony standing outside his car waiting for you.
He suckled on your throbbing bud, his fingers spreading your lips apart as he focused on the sensitive ball of nerves. You gripped the bedsheets as you whined and moaned out shamelessly in pleasure. You were a dripping mess, ony making sure to lick up all of your fluids, the lewd slurping and sucking sounds filling the room as he did.
âsuch a pretty fuckinâ pussyâ he awed as he pulled away and stared at your messy cunt, glistening with your slick. Ony spit on your pussy, adding to the filthy mess before he pushed his tongue into your entrance. âoh fuckâ you moaned as you threw your head back, falling apart at the feeling of onyâs tongue fucking into you. Ony hummed as he devoured you with ease, enjoying every second of it and loving the sight of you becoming an incoherent mess.
His eyes fixated on you and your every reaction. Your dress bunched up around your waist, your hair sprawled out on his bedsheets, mouth parted in bliss and your eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed and nipples hard. You looked so beautiful, Ony felt like he was looking at a work of art. Ony licked up the fluids that ran down to your ass, you gasped and instinctively tried to close your legs when you felt his tongue prod at that hole that hadnât been touched before.
ânah, none of that shit. stop playinâ with me.â He said as he pulled your legs back apart, gripping them in place so you couldnât move them. You whined, shaking your head and squirming when you felt Onyâs thumb pressing on your ass hole. ân-not there..â you whimpered, not used to being touched there. ârelax mama, let me take care of you. You can handle it.â He soothed as he placed kisses on tummy.
Ony used the mixture of his saliva and your juices as lubricant to ease his thumb into your tight hole, âonyy~â you cried out at the feeling as you clawed at the bedsheets. âYouâre doing so good mamasâ he praised before he started to eat you out again while his thumb continued to stimulate your sensitive hole. Tears brimmed your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, your senses on overdrive at the combined feeling of onyâs tongue on your achy pussy and his thumb stretching your backside.
Ony stretched the tight ring until he was satisfied and then he pushed his tongue into your puckered hole, making you squeal as your back arched. He groaned as he fucked his tongue into you, starting this pattern of licking from your ass all the way back up to your throbbing clit, messily eating you out as drool pooled from his mouth onto your cunt down to your ass crack. You were a moaning mess underneath him, never experiencing such immense pleasure before.
The lower half of onyâs face was soaked in your juices, wetting his pretty beard that adorned his face. He loved every second of being buried between your legs, drowning in your essence. âsweet fuckinâ pussy, so good mamas. fuck.â He groaned as he ate you out like you were the best meal heâd ever had. You were a mess, makeup runny from your tears, eyes rolled back, legs trembling as your orgasm approached you like a truck.
âmâ gonnaâah fuck gonna cum mmph!â you cried out in bliss as that knot in your stomach bubbled to burst. âcum for me princessâ he rasped, pulling your clit between his teeth and tugging at it. You screamed as you came, gushing all over ony and soiling his bedsheets in your fluids. Ony licked up all of your mess, moaning as he swallowed up your sweet juices like it was his favorite treat.
You sniffled and whined in sensitivity as he continued to lap at your cunt, feebly pushing at his head only for him to slap your hands away. âsâ too muchâ you whimpered with a pout, head still fuzzy from your orgasm. âNah, Iâm not done with you yet. Shut that shit up.â He said and he slapped your twitching pussy causing you to let out a sob. âYou a big girl, right?â He taunted as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling your hips up into the air, pushing your back into a painful arch.
âMm, my pretty girlâ He cooed, rubbing his hand soothingly over your ass as he admired you in this position. You relished in the adoration, loving it and its contrast to his mean attitude. Ony took off his jeans, releasing his hard cock that was painfully hard and pearling precum at the tip. He sighed in delight as he stroked his cock and placed kisses down your spine, using his free hand to pull your dress off the rest of the way, you assisting him and throwing the dress aside.
Ony ran his cock through your puffy wet folds, his tip nudging your clit as he teased you making you whine. âSuch a whiny slut.â He remarked in a mocking tone. âI wanâ it, please.â You begged shamelessly with a sob, you were so desperate and craved him so badly, you couldnât care less about how pathetic you were acting at the moment. He grinned at your begging, âI thought it was too much?â He teased.
He pushed into you, throwing his head back as the two of you moaned in unison at the feeling. âshittâ he groaned out as he got lost in the feel of your tight walls swallowing up his cock. âfeels so fuckinâ good mamaâ he grunted as he began to pound into you, not wasting a second as his gripped your hips tight enough to bruise. You became a babbling mess as he fucked you mercilessly, pulling your hips back hard against his each time he thrusted into you.
âlove this pussy, so fuckin pretty and wet and warm..shit princess.â Ony rambled as he got fixated on how good you felt around him, your cunt gushing around him with every thrust. âsâ soo g-good daddy~â you babbled incoherently into the mattress, mouth parted, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and your head in the clouds as ony used you like his own personal fleshlight. âMhm, you like it âma? Love daddyâs dick rearranging your guts?â He said as he wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning over you as his cock drilled deeper into you.
All you could do is nod in response, unable to form words as your body was consumed in pleasure, onyâs dick hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. âyouâre so fuckinâ cute. so fuckinâ pretty. wanna ruin you sweet girl.â He couldnât get over how pretty you were, especially in this state. Your hair a mess, sticking to your sweaty body, back arched and ass up, pretty brown skin glowing under the moonlight shinning through onyâs window, inner thighs covered in your slick, lips swollen and red, cheeks squished in onyâs grip on your face, eyeliner and mascara runny underneath your eyes and down your cheeks, hands trembling as you struggled to hold yourself up.
Ony couldnât get enough of the sight, wanting it engrained in his mind forever. He pulled your face towards his, kissing you passionately and messily as he continued to pound into you, the filthy mixture of your slick and his precum coating his pubic hairs and his happy trail. You moaned into the kiss, kissing back with just as much passion as you sucked on onyâs tongue making him groan. You loved it everytime he kissed you, the intimacy of it making your heart stutter.
Ony let his spit pool into your mouth as he broke the kiss, his opened mouth hovering over yours as you stuck your tongue out like a greedy pet, swallowing up every string of his thick saliva. âfuck..nasty fuckinâ girl. Gonâ make me nut mamaâ He groaned as he pounded into you incessantly. By now you were fucked dumb, not a single thought behind your dilated rolled back eyes.
All you knew at the moment was ony ony ony, his scent, the feel of his muscular framed body pressed against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, the grip of his large rough hands manhandling your body as he pleased, the way his cock filled up your plush wet walls and satiated every ache, itch, and burning desire inside you. He overtook your entire being, bringing you to pure ecstasy.
Your climax hit you before you could even prepare for it, letting out a high pitched moan and sobbing into the mattress as you creamed all over onyâs cock. âthatâs it mama, oh fuck- good fuckinâ girl. making a mess on my dickâ he talked you through it as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body trembling as you fell apart completely, no longer able to hold yourself up as you whined in overstimulation.
Ony felt his head go fuzzy at the way your pussy pulsed and clenched around his dick, the lewd squelch echoing with every thrust as ony chased his own orgasm. âc-cumân me please wanâ itâ you manage to babble out, your words slurred and muffled into the bed. It took ony a moment to process your words, his brain muddled as he became pussy drunk, obsessed with your filthy warm walls sucking up every inch of his dick.
âYou want it baby? Ah shit- want daddy to fill up your greedy cunt?. Iâll give you whatever you want pretty girl.â He moaned as his pace got desperate and sloppy as he felt that sensation build up inside him. âfuckk fuck!â He moaned out, throwing his head back as he finally came, his cum spurting out in loads and coating your walls, filling you up to the brim. You whined at the warm feeling as your cunt milked him dry.
Ony breathed heavily as his thrust slowed to a stop, âyou okay sweet girl?â he asked softly as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You only hummed and nodded in response, half passed out at this point. You were completely fucked out, body relaxed and exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure. Satisfied with your response, ony slowly pulled out, the mixture of your fluids pouring out messily and bubbling as he did. Ony loved the mess, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and his dick covered in the filth.
You snuggled deeper into the bed as ony got up and began to clean you up gently, not wanting to add more stress to your already spent body. He cleaned up himself as well before he tucked you in and climbed into bed with you. He admired your peaceful state, looking so beautiful and claimed by him. âI like you..onya~â you mumbled out in your half conscious state.
It caught Ony completely off guard but it made him smile, his heart swelling at your adorable confession. âI like you too sweetheartâ he replied softly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You smiled drowsily, happy to have met ony and taken a chance on him.
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Soured Whiskey
Logan Howlett x reader
Summary: Your one night stand with a handsome stranger at the bar leads to a different endeavor.
Word Count: 2k
Warning(s): HEAVY ANGST, brief cursing, small moments of action and violence, brief drinking, Logan being protective, MEGA FLUFF, SMUT 18+ â Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), oral (f! receiving), fingering, skin + body appreciation, Logan being a gentleman and the reader being lovely. (Basically distant soulmates).
A/N: I'm officially seeing Deadpool and Wolverine tomorrow and I'm so excited! But in the meantime, I thought I'd add to the pile of Wolverine smut.

Strings of ornately hung light bulbs decorate the bar, bringing a cozy old-school vibe to the modernized saloon. Closing the door behind you, the cold city atmosphere was instantly transformed into a quaint and warm invitation. Youâre friends couldnât stop raving about this new bar and that you all just had to go here and try the endless menu of cocktails and tapas.Â
So through your busy work week, your friends informed you to meet at the bar on Friday once the sun started to go down. But much to your dismay, your friends bailed on you, even after repaying that theyâd be there for you and help you unwind, to de-stress.
You got stood up. By your own good friends who you thought had your back.Â
Sighing to yourself, it was too late to give up now. You were already here, so you might as well order a drink.Â
Sitting at the bar, you sat up straight on the stool, not paying attention to who was sitting next to you. It didnât matter. Patiently waiting for the bartender, the sight of someone sitting next to you crosses your peripheral vision. The manâs muscular arms lean against the counter, reaching for a couple of fresh cashews.Â
âHey there, what can I get you?â The bartender asks.Â
âJust a whiskey sour, please.â You reply.Â
âGot it, and same for you, sir?â He questions, pushing a singular whiskey glass to the person to your right.Â
âYeah, thanks.â The stranger replies.Â
The strangerâs gruff voice takes you by surprise, but you pay him no mind.Â
Rolling the coaster in between his fingers, the bartender places your bright whiskey sour in front of you. The refreshing yellow foamy drink is adorned with a lemon swirl and a dried cherry for garnish. Just the sight of it makes a well-deserved smile rise through your lips. Taking a sip of the cold drink, the bartender turns to the back wall with the more expensive bottles of liquor, and passes it to the stranger on your right.Â
Getting a glimpse his way, the man finally comes into view. His masculine features take over your attention; the manâs full dark head of hair, beard, and strong jaw seem to put you in a hypnotic state. Glancing towards you, his light hazel eyes gaze into your e/c orbs, providing a somewhat welcoming gaze, however his stern and annoyed expression makes you turn away.Â
Returning to your drink, the stranger lowers his arm next to yours, letting you see a freshly lit cigar in his hand. Blowing the smoke away from you, he silently watches you take another swig of your drink before checking the empty text message bubble once again.Â
âRough day?â He asks.Â
Sighing into your hands, you jokingly squint your eyes at the stranger, and set your phone down.
âYou have no idea. Iâbe been craving this damn drink all day.â You reply.
Running your index finger around the rim of the almost empty glass. Smirking, the stranger raises his glass towards yours.Â
âNameâs Logan.â He says.Â
âIâm Y/N. Itâs nice to meet you Logan.â You answer, clinking your glass with his.Â
Finishing your drinks and dinner in a comfortable silence, Logan silently watches you, observing some of your mannerisms that stand out to him. The way you sit perfectly straight, how you wipe your mouth after every bite, and even the outfit you picked for yourself. Your light grey cardigan sits perfectly on your shoulders along with the casual white button-up shirt that was underneath it. The pair of black dress pants and ankle boots make you look professional yet comfortable and he liked that.Â
However, this minuscule moment of peace didnât last long. The scent of strong liquor and the hint of douchebag lingers in the air behind you and Logan. Taking another puff of his cigar, Logan glances your way, warning you to not pay these drunken idiots any attention.Â
Polishing off the remainder of your drink, Logan waves for the bartender, and prepares to take your tab.Â
âI got it, Logan. Donât worry about me.â You advise.Â
Placing his hand over yours, Logan stops you from using your debit card, motioning to the three men behind you.Â
âThatâs not what Iâm worried about, darlinâ.â He warns.Â
âYou shouldnât worry about her, man. We can take care of her. Weâll take her off your hands.â One of the drunk men sneers.Â
âNo thanks, boys. Iâm happy where I stand.â You state, looking at Logan, rubbing your fingers over his knuckles.Â
Joining you and Logan, the bartender slams his hands on the counter.Â
âI told the three of you that youâre not allowed in here! Get out before thereâs trouble.â He orders.
âOr what, man? What will you do? Weâve been coming here since⌠this place opened.â The idiot spurs, stuttering to give a clear answer.Â
Blowing off his friends, the young man stumbles to your left side, slipping on the way to nonchalantly lean on the bar, still desperate to impress you. Ignoring him, Logan watches the other two men leave the bar altogether, clearly done with their friendâs shit.Â
âLemme take you out and show you a good time, beautiful. Surely I can do better than the guy on your right. I know I can fuck you better than him.â He explains.Â
Not noticing that heâs crossed your personal space line, you instinctively back up into Logan, whoâs nearly at his breaking point.Â
âLook, bub. She said no. So, take the hint and get the hell out of here. Sheâs with me.â Logan rebuttals, just as a wave of rage overtakes his voice.Â
The sudden sense of feeling claustrophobic creeps out on every single inch of your skin. Glancing down at your hands, you discover that youâre now white-knuckling the edge of the wooden countertop, and Logan begins to ball his fist around his whiskey glass.Â
Leaning closer to you, the young man tries once again, and fully crosses the line.Â
âCome on, sweetheart. Let me treat you better.â He whispers next to your face.Â
Suddenly, you see red. The strangerâs hand touches your mid thigh and you merely fly back on the barstool.Â
âGet the fuck off me!â You shout, pushing the man away.Â
Within seconds, Logan pushes himself from his own seat, and grabs the young man by his hoodie. Punching the man in the face, he falls to the floor with a streak of blood leaking out of his nose. Wiping his nose, the bartender manages to pull Logan away, before returning to tend to the young man. Tugging Logan closer, he subconsciously wraps his arms around your frame, making sure that youâre out of harm's way.Â
âYou alright?â He asks in a low whisper.
Silently nodding, the two of you refuse to move, and your hand is still lingering on his chest.
âYeah, Iâm okay.â You answer.
*****
Within seconds of shutting your front door behind you, Logan was on you. Deepening the kiss between you both, you could tell that he wanted more. Pushing you against the door, a growl escapes from Logan as he picks you up and walks into the kitchen. Placing you on the marble countertop, his hands work quickly to rid you of the cardigan on your shoulders.
Gliding his lips down to your neck, you wrap your legs around Loganâs waist. Feeling a small moan escape from your lips, you swore that he might fuck you on the cold countertop. But he wasnât that rebellious. Tearing his own jacket off, Logan carefully carries you through the apartment and down the hallway to your bedroom.
Sitting you down on the edge of your bed, he momentarily breaks the space between you and lifts your shirt from your body. Tossing it across the room, Logan bends down and takes your face in his hands.
âYou sure you want this, darlinâ? I donât want to give you the wrong impression.â Logan advises, gently stroking your cheek.
âIâm sure. I want this with you. And only you.â You consent with a nod.Â
Silently nodding, Logan slowly leans in and pulls you in passionately. His kiss is slow and steady, allowing him to relax at this moment. Feeling his heart swell, Logan couldnât remember the last time someone wanted him in the way that you do.
Discarding the remainder of both of your clothes, you lay down on the comforter, melting into the soft fabric and Logan follows suit. Gripping his broad shoulders, your fingers press into his hot skin as his lips lock onto yours. Trailing his hand down your bare body, Loganâs fingers reach beneath the waistband of your lacy underwear and press against your clit.
Meeting your throbbing folds with his fingertips, you break the kiss and moan into his mouth. Staring into his hazel eyes, his orbs light up, fueling the sensation of your lust. Rubbing circles into your clit, Logan descends your body with a series of longing kisses to each part he passes.
Discarding the fabric from your core, Logan kisses the sensitive skin of each of your thighs, feeling you shake before him. His scruff makes you chuckle as he can hear your heartbeat ringing in his ears. Licking your folds, your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you watch Logan become more and more mesmerized by you.
âYouâre so beautiful, Y/NâŚâ He whispers in the dark.
Connecting his lips with your clit, a moan escapes from your lips. Pushing his tongue past your entrance, Logan holds your hips in place to keep you from squirming. Gripping the thin comforter, you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to handle the heat rising in your face.
Watching you from afar, Logan continues to eat you out in a steady fashion, letting you enjoy the moment. Running your fingers through his thick hair, you can feel a butterfly sensation rising up to your core. Sensing your body working with his, Logan gently squeezes your hips, lifting you just a touch. Tasting your orgasm reaching its end, your toes curl against the bedding and you cum against Loganâs tongue.
Gasping for air, Logan crawls before you, and his entire physique comes to life. His strong muscles and veins donât frighten you like so many others, but here everything about him brings you comfort. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Logan balances himself over you, still making sure this is what you want.
âI want you, Logan. All of you, I trust you.â You declare, wrapping your arms around him.
Your vow brings the thought of tears to his tortured eyes, knowing that he has truly deserved this moment.
Lovingly holding his face, Logan briefly touches the tip of your nose with his.
âI donât want to hurt you.â He responds.
âYou wonât.â You advise him.
Leaning his forehead against yours, Logan rubs the tip of his cock in time with your folds, sending excitement through his veins. Sliding himself past your entrance, the two of you look at each other, sharing a loving moan. Thrusting his hips together, Logan longs to be deep inside you. He wanted to forget about the world and get lost in you.
Burying his face in your neck, Logan leaves no space between the two of you. Moving in time with his loving thrusts, the sensation of Loganâs manhood against your walls felt like a new stress reliever that you didnât know you needed. Surrendering to this new wave of euphoria, your fingers run along the strong muscles along Loganâs back, touching the flexing fibers beneath his hot skin. Sinking deeper into you, Logan finds your sensitive spot, causing you to aggressively scratch his back.Â
Clutching the back of his head, the new scars heal within seconds, whilst Logan slightly groans from the light ripple of pain. A burning sensation of heat starts to rise in your core, you could no longer handle the tension, and Logan continues to ride out the remainder of your orgasm in pure awe of you. Gasping for air, Logan surrounds his arms around your body, and rolls the two of you on your sides.Â
Pressing his forehead on yours, Loganâs warmth cascades over you, giving you a blanket of warmth in the cool room. Shifting in his arms, he gently runs his fingers through your hair, just as you trace his dimples.Â
âWell, thank you for a very interesting night, Logan.â You whisper.Â
Smiling, the two of you share a loving laugh together, and Logan pulls the comforter over you, succumbing to the warmth beneath the blanket.Â
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ââ â masterlist â
these are my personal observations and may not resonate with everyone. please take them with a grain of salt, as i'm not a professional astrologer! :))
âą gemini risings with lilith in the first house or conjunct their asc often appear younger than their age, which can lead to past discrimination or exclusion. their youthful look might make it hard for them to be taken seriously or voice opinions, and they might have been teased for their appearance. as they age, they may receive comments about their agelessness and notice that people are hesitant to engage with them in conversations. they might also be seen as intimidating, standoffish, or even shy, and could be perceived as having a serious, sad or "resting bitch face."
âą your saturn's sign, house, and degree can indicate people who impact you and teach important life lessons. these individuals often stay in your life long-term, offering both support and challenges. for example, my saturn is in cancer in the 2nd house at a virgo degree. many of my close friends and family have cancer, virgo, or taurus placements, and each has taught me something valuable. even though some cancers have betrayed me, those experiences were to shape me fr. take my bestie, who has saturn in cancer in the 11th house at a pisces degree. iâm a pisces with a strong 11th house stellium. iâve noticed similar vibes with my favorite artists too.
âą people with venus sextile saturn deeply value being appreciated and seen by others. they often seek long-term, serious relationships and handle challenges with maturity. they give their all and show great respect to their partners, often attracting or being drawn to older partners. those who meet them usually find them unforgettable.
âą people with venus trine pluto crave intense, passionate love. their deep feelings are often transformative, with even short-term relationships leading to significant personal growth. they have a magnetic presence that's both striking and sometimes intimidating, and they connect on a profound, soul-deep level, drawing others in with their powerful emotional intensity and mysterious looks.
âą people with jupiter in the 5th house are incredibly charming and approachable, drawing many people to them. they often connect easily with children and might have a natural talent for engaging with them. these individuals likely experience numerous crushes and pursue a wide range of hobbies with enthusiasm. they also have a talent for creative pursuits like music, art, or dancing.not to mention, their love life is often quite fulfilling.
âą people with sun square ascendant may struggle with self-confidence and self-presentation early in life. however, as they grow older, they often develop a stronger sense of self and learn to embrace their unique qualities. over time, they become more confident and self-assured, appreciating who they are and how they express themselves.
âą mars in taurus can take a long time to get genuinely upset. they tend to be slow to anger but can become easily frustrated. their anger is usually kept under control, but when it finally erupts, it can be intense and difficult to manage.
âą chiron in the 9th house may struggle with faith and frequently question their beliefs. they might face challenges in school, but these often improve with age. some may have been pressured into church as children, contributing to their journey of exploration and self-discovery. as kids, they might have followed others' expectations instead of pursuing their own interests, leading to a continual quest for personal understanding and truth.
âą virgo risings have great muscles and well-defined bodies.
âą i've noticed that natives with a 4th house stellium often come from big families or have many siblings. they typically have a strong connection with their family, frequently staying in touch and valuing their relationships. their family can have a significant influence on them, playing a central role in their lives and shaping their sense of identity.
âą iâve noticed that individuals with pluto in the 10th house often receive mixed reactions from the public. they tend to be both admired and disliked, with their reputation evoking strong, polarized feelings. even if theyâre not actually a âplayer,â their public persona might give off that vibe
âą a lot of sagittarius moons, moon-jupiter aspects or moon in sag degrees are incredibly playful and flirty. they thrive on socializing and enjoy being the center of attention. their vibrant energy and enthusiasm often make them the life of the party, drawing people in with their lively and engaging personality.
âą what i've noticed is that natives with cancer rising or the moon in the 1st house often attract a lot of popularity and are well-liked by many. they typically have an easy time connecting with others and are true social butterflies. females with these placements, in particular, often attract a lot of attention from men, thanks to their bubbly, fun personalities and their attractive, approachable appearance. on a negative note, iâve observed that some people with these placements can also display deceitful, lying, or manipulative behaviors. (pls donât come for me!)
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Woof, grrr, woof
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Your trip to the vet turns up nothing. No microchips, and none of the staff recognize the wolf-dog. Theyâre the only vet in town too, and he looks too pristine to have come from anotherâŚ
âYouâre a weird little guy, huh?â you muse on the car ride to the pet store.
The vet office was kind enough to make a file for him, standing name âBuddyâ. If you get to keep him, youâre definitely changing it. They also gave you a spare leash so that you wouldnât have to leave him in the car while you shop.
Itâs a pitifully flimsy thing, but the dog seems leashed trained and does tug. Could probably let him off it and heâd stay glued to your side.
The shopping is even weirder. He doesnât seem very distracted by treats or food, only snaps at other dogs when they get into his personal space. Otherwise, he just stays right next to you, tongue occasionally lapping at your hanging fingers.
âBeautiful dog,â a man says to you. An older guy, rugged, looking at toys.
You shift. âThank you.â
âShould really be feeding a beast like that a raw diet.â
âRaw diet?â
âWhat they get in the wild. All that processed shite ainât good for âem.â
You thank him for the advice over the dogâs grumbling. A quick internet search on your phone reveals itâs not a bad idea, actually. Not too expensive either.
âRaw it is,â you muse.
He tilts his head, make a low âwoofâ. You scratch absently at his ears as you continue shopping. Let him pick toys - his favorite a squeaky grenade of all things that he refuses to put down. You get a big matching set of food and water bowls, a cushy dog bed, a parasite repellent. Even some dog pads in case heâs not house trained.
You stall in the leash aisle, a bit overwhelmed by the choices of leashes and collars and harnesses.
âHow do you feel about pinkâŚ?â
Snort.
âYeah didnât think so. I didnât like the rhinestones anyway. Youâd probably end up eating one and shitting glitter.â
A long whine.
âOh, sorry, is that embarrassing? Poor love.â
The gentlest scrape of big teeth at your knuckles. You chuckle and tap two fingers on his sandpaper tongue. His head jerks back, tongue flicking in offense.
âSâwhat you get, dummy.â
Shaking your head, turn back to the selection. The pup huffs, shakes his head, and noses at something lower. Itâs a deep green - army, you think the shade is called - collar with a silver buckle instead of a snap clip.
âNot bad,â you muse. âMatches the whole woodsy vibe weâve got going.â
You find the matching leash and harness set, dropping it in your cart. You receive several more compliments on your big gorgeous dog, though he refuses to let anyone pet him. You awkwardly make excuses that heâs a recent rescue and try to avoid further conversation.
The last stop is at the kiosk for a tag. You canât just let him go without one, but you despise officially naming him âBuddy.â
You end up just putting your name, number, and address on there. A matte black heart engraved with silver.
âWhat do you think?â you ask, offering it for a sniff.
The dog doesnât even pretend to be interested, just takes the opportunity to drag his tongue over your wrist again. You huff and wipe off on your pants.
âGonna have to take another bath at this rate.â
You ignore his grumble - itâs uncanny at this point, how quick he is to respond - and guide him out to the car. He hops into the passenger seat, flops over into your lap first chance he gets. You have to nudge his snout away from your crotch again, but he seems satisfied with a hand smoothing over his head.
Home is warm when you arrive. You set up your new dogâs things, buckle him into his new collar, tag and all.
âThere,â you coo, dropping smooches all over his head. âLook at how handsome you are, sweet boy! Can I have a kiss?â
You yelp as he barrels you over onto your back, well over 100 pounds of wolf-dog stretching over you. You turn your face away as he licks at your mouth, trying to get inside. You remember reading somewhere that thatâs a wolf thing; just another tick in the âhybridâ box.
âGross, gross! Nooooo,â you laugh, covering his snout. You squeal as his tongue flickers between two fingers. âNasty boy! Youâre so rude!!â
He finally lets you up with much coaxing, looking far too pleased with himself.
You make yourself dinner, providing your dog with scraps of chicken and unseasoned veggies based on your online reading. He seems happy with the offering, eats it all up with gusto.
As the evening comes, you stretch out on the couch. Finally feel brave enough to put on a scary movie now that youâve got a big-ass deterrent.
Your dog even climbs up to cuddle, head on your chest while you hug him through scary parts. The really interesting part comes at the end, during the climax.
âHeeeeeereâs Johnny!â
Your new companion perks up, eyes on the screen.
âOh? Is⌠is that your name? Is your name Johnny?â
His head snaps around to you, ears straight up and eyes bright.
âJohnnyâŚâ you croon, trying it out.
He makes a little âboofâ noise and wriggles closer.
âJohnny baby,â you continue, grinning. âJohnny boy. John John the bon bon.â
Itâs utter nonsense, but it makes his tail thump against the cushions, leaving slobbery kisses of excitement all over your neck and jaw.
âAlright alright!â you laugh, dropping a kiss on the top of his nose. âJohnny it is. Thank fuck I donât have to come up with a name. Was thinking of calling you Philip or Simon or something.â
You yelp as he starts to make gagging sounds, nearly kicking him off the couch before it seems to subside.
âGood lord, bud,â you breathe as he grumbles and settles his head on your thigh, puffing out a big breath through his nose. âYouâre gonna be a handful.â
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Yours for the Night | HHJ
Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, frenemies to lovers, Model!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: so. much. cockiness from Hyunjin, arguing as a form of foreplay, a bit of dumbification, what's a little fucking between frenemies?, dick pics, exhibitionism, nipple play, mentions of slut shaming, grinding, fingerfucking, pinching, just a tiny bit of spit, unexpected use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), wet and messy, biting, dirty talk, maybe a little degradation (talking about reader being cock stupid), unprotected sex (bc used), riding/cowgirl style, praise/use of "good girl," soft dom!hyunjin vibes, rough/hard sex, multiple positions, creampie, multiple orgasms Word Count: 8.8k Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own SKZ - they just inspire me Summary: âLet me lay it out for you, so thereâs no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you donât want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.â Or, Hyunjin makes you an offer you simply can't refuse.
A/N: I finished this earlier than expected, thanks to the inspiration that is Hyunjin at Milan Fashion Week. Have you seen him?? 𼾠Anyway, it's all because of his stunning beauty that this filthy lil pwp exists. Enjoy! đ
Unbeta'd as usual. I would *love* to hear your thoughts - my inbox is always open (anon is on, but hateful comments will be blocked. Be kind, writers do this for free and with love!) đ
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 Itâs Friday night, youâre out for drinks with your friends, and you are frustrated.
Itâs not the club thatâs bothering you. Youâre here tonight at Felixâs request. Heâd told you all it had been too long since youâd gone out as a group, so all nine of you and your friends crammed yourselves into a couple of rides and headed for downtown.Â
Nor is it the incredibly tight, short, and backless dress youâve poured yourself into thatâs annoying you, though itâs certainly not helping. Your fingers anxiously grasp at the hem, tugging it down your thighs as you take a seat at the table where Felix and Seungmin are currently talking.
No, itâs something personal that has you wound tighter than a corset tonight. Work has been kicking your ass lately, and itâs put a huge damper on your sex life. You havenât been out with anyone new in the last few months. Havenât had any time to reach out to any of your small group of casual hookups who would typically lend a hand. Most nights youâve even been too tired to masturbate.Â
Put simply, youâre ready to fucking pop.Â
Which is why youâre wearing this bodybinding dress and staring at the dance floor like a wildcat stalking its prey, searching to find someone to help you with your problem. Unfortunately, youâve been here for hours, and no oneâs caught your eye so far.Â
Your clutch rattles on the table, drawing your attention. Everyone who would usually text you is here, so out of curiosity, you take out your phone. The notification tells you that Hyunjin sent you a photo.Â
You glance across the room at where Hyunjin is sitting in a booth with Changbin, deep in conversation. Why would he send you a photo right now?
Your confusion only grows when you look at the photo. Itâs a selfie, Hyunjin raising his champagne glass in a toast to the camera, perfectly tousled dark hair spilling over his brow as he fixes you with his signature smirk. Itâs a gorgeous shot, of course, because heâs a gorgeous man, but again, why is he sending you selfies in the middle of tonightâs celebration? Or at all? Hyunjinâs never been the type to send you photos before, of himself or the group or anything.Â
Heâs never really been the type to text you, period, outside of the group chat. Probably because the two of you arenât really friends. Frenemies would be more accurate. You share the same group of friends, but have nothing else in common. Which is fine, you donât have to be close to hang out, but heâs⌠well⌠heâs an acquired taste, and youâve never developed an appreciation. Hyunjinâs snooty and cocky - overly so, in your opinion, even if he is the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. Most of your conversations consist of nothing but arguing. Heâs very stubborn and loves to get the last word in on everything. Which drives you crazy because you prefer to have the final say.Â
So to say this sudden selfie has you perplexed is an understatement.
Ignoring whatever Felix and Seungmin are talking about, you fire off a question.Â
You: What is this? Hyunjin: Are you that drunk? Itâs me
Reflexively, you scowl at your screen.
You: I know itâs you You: But WHY are you sending me a photo of yourself? Hyunjin: Youâve been staring at me all night Hyunjin: I thought maybe youâd like something to take home, to keep
Again, you look over, only to find him looking at you, lips curled to match his photo. Heat flames through you. Could he be more conceited?Â
Maybe the vanity isnât totally unearned, considering that heâs an actual model, making a living using his ethereal beauty to sell products. His own lifestyle is just as luxurious as the images he appears in. Like right now, heâs wearing the finest black suit, obviously couture, with a few silver necklaces draped over his tie that youâve no doubt cost more than your entire outfit alone.Â
And sure, he has a jawline carved by the gods, thick eyebrows that frame expressive, cat-like eyes, and ridiculously pouty lips that youâve found yourself staring at once⌠an hour on average. Maybe in your weakest moments youâve even dreamt about what it would be like to kiss those lips.Â
But does that mean he has to be a dick all the time?
You: Youâre such an ass Hyunjin: Deny it all you want, but we both know you canât keep your eyes off me Hyunjin: Not that I blame you You: Itâs amazing your head still fits through doors Hyunjin: Youâd be the first to notice if it didnât
Your nostrils flare. No matter what you say, he always flips it back on you. Admittedly, you are a little tipsy, so youâre not fully on your game, but itâs still annoying as fuck. And right now, you really donât need another reason to be frustrated.
You: Whatever, Hyunjinnie
You cast another glance at Hyunjin, delighting in the way he frowns at your response. He hates it when you call him that.
You take a moment to locate the rest of your friends. Changbinâs still sitting with Hyunjin. Jeongin and Chan are doing shots at the bar. Minho and Jisung are in their own little world on the dance floor, arms draped around one another. Neither Felix nor Seungmin seemed to have noticed that you have dropped out of their discussion. Part of you feels guilty for ignoring them, but, well, youâre a little fired up now, and the only thing that would make you feel better would be getting the last word in with Hyunjin for once.
You take a sip of your cocktail, floating the cold liquid on your tongue as you devise your next line of attack, when your phone buzzes again.Â
Hyunjin: I have another photo for you You: Why? Hyunjin: Because I think youâd like it You: Oh really? Like you know what I like Hyunjin: Always so argumentative Hyunjin: Youâre pretty easy to figure out Hyunjin: The staring makes it incredibly obvious
Such an ass.
You: Fuck off Hyunjin: I will not You: Whatâs your game, man? Hyunjin: No game Hyunjin: Canât I just do something nice for you?
The man is a riddle. An enigma draped in Versace.Â
You type out âI guess thereâs a first time for everythingâ and press send, putting your phone down long enough to watch him get the text. Hyunjin laughs to himself, smiling down at his screen, and thereâs this weird feeling of satisfaction in your stomach at the sight. Whatever, you like making people laugh, even assholes like him. So what.
You tell yourself that youâre not going to wait at his beck and call, jumping to read his texts as they come in, if in fact he keeps sending them, but then your phone vibrates again and you snap it up immediately, because youâre a liar.
Hyunjin: Just trust me Hyunjin: You want this Hyunjin: But I want something first You: Oh here we go You: Thereâs the catch A hand waves over your phone. âHi, hello, are we boring you?âÂ
Quickly, you turn it over before Seungmin can see your text thread. âNo, sorry, I was just, uh - â
âHey, leave her be,â your savior Felix says, pushing Seungmin lightly. âSheâs had a rough couple of weeks. She shouldnât have to suffer through your boring work stories, too.â
âHey!âÂ
Seungmin and Felix dissolve into arguing as you covertly flip your phone back over.Â
Hyunjin: Iâm not asking much Hyunjin: Just a photo of you. A photo for a photo
He canât be serious.
You: Iâm not sending you a nude Hyunjin: Did I say nude? No, I did not Hyunjin: A normal selfie, thatâs all
Again your suspicion rises. What is he playing at? Where is this going?Â
You: But WHY? Hyunjin: Maybe I canât stop staring, either
Your breath catches in your throat. When you look up, heâs gazing at you again, but his expression is less smug than usual and more⌠ravenous.Â
You turn away so fast, your neck cracks.Â
Hyunjin: So? Send me a pic.
Thereâs no reason for you to agree to this. Absolutely no reason at all. Beyond, of course, your burning curiosity.Â
Itâs really going to get you in trouble one day.
Grabbing your clutch, you slip off your chair. âLadies room,â you announce, glancing at Felix and Seungmin, who arenât listening anyway, still squabbling. You wander just far enough out of sight of your friends, find a spot with good lighting back near the bar (because even if itâs just for Hyunjin, your vanity will not let you take an unflattering photo), and snap a quick picture, firing it off right away.Â
As youâre sliding back into your seat, your phone vibrates. Hyunjin sent another photo.Â
You swallow reflexively. Holy shit. Itâs a shot of his crotch, dress pants straining to contain what is clearly a massive cock, gripped through the fabric by long fingers.
Hwang Hyunjin sent you a dick pic.Â
So itâs not big dick energy, itâs just big dick, is the first coherent thought you have once the screeching inside your head stops. It occurs to you that youâve been gawking unblinkingly at your phone for at least several minutes, so you raise your head to make sure your friends arenât watching you, and thankfully theyâre not. Really, you should know better than to underestimate just how much Felix and Seungmin love to bicker.
But what are you supposed to say to Hyunjin now? Your thumbs hover, waiting for inspiration, but youâre stuck.Â
Hyunjin: Wow, are you speechless? Hyunjin: Guess there really is a first time for everything
Even without looking, you know heâs smirking at you from across the room. Suddenly, you need another drink, so you mumble âbarâ in Felixâs direction and stumble away. As the bartender mixes you another cocktail, you grip your phone tightly, waging an inner war with yourself.Â
You should look at the photo again. You shouldnât look at the photo again. You should delete it, and Hyunjinâs number, and maybe throw the phone in the nearest trash bin too, just for extra comfort. But holy fuck, do you want to look at the photo again!
What you really donât want is to think about the effect that photo has had on your pussy, because itâs humiliating how much sheâs throbbing right now.Â
âIâll take one of those as well, thanks.â A hand waves towards the bartender, and your treacherous brain immediately recognizes those fingers as the fingers from Hyunjinâs photo, and starts picturing what those lithe digits would look like wrapped around your throat. Great. Now your brain has joined your pussy. Traitors.Â
You say nothing as Hyunjin takes the seat next to you. Partly because you donât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâs gotten under your skin again, albeit in a very different way, but also partly because youâre still not sure what to say.Â
âYou know,â Hyunjin bends towards you, close enough for his warm breath to tickle your ear, âif Iâd known that all it would take to get you to stop arguing with me was showing you my cock, I wouldâve introduced you much sooner.âÂ
âGod, you are just - just the worst,â you snarl, teeth clenched hard enough to give you a headache.Â
âNow really, is that any way to speak to someone who just gave you a gift?â Hyunjin sips his drink calmly.Â
Well, thereâs the Hyunjin you recognize. What you donât understand is how heâs still making your cunt drip with need. All you can think about right now is what heâs hiding under those suit pants. Are you really this dumbstruck by cock?Â
(Yes. Yes, you are.)
âMe and every other woman in this club, I bet. You probably air dropped it to the whole room.â You wouldnât put it past him. Maybe that was his plan the whole time - work you up then leave you begging while he hooked up with someone else. As if youâd beg.Â
âOh no, that was just for you.âÂ
âUh-huh, sure.âÂ
With a roll of his eyes, Hyunjin clicks his tongue. âCome on. You know how selective I am when it comes to my clothes or my liquor. Why would I be any less selective about who I fuck?âÂ
âWho you fuck?â Whoa, who said anything about fucking? Besides your duplicitous brain and pussy. âWho - who said - thatâs not - I mean -â Youâve suddenly become the Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing, unable to form a complete sentence.Â
Hyunjin rises, leaning over you as you gaze up at him from your barstool. He places his hands on the bar, one arm on either side of you, bracketing you in, wild eyes trailing down your figure slowly before he smiles, hungry and sharp, and you realize, no, hereâs the wolf.Â
âListen, thereâs no reason we canât fuck. Friends fuck all the time.â His hand glides over your shoulder, light as a feather, and you watch dazedly as goosebumps ripple along your skin. His touch is electric.Â
âIs that what we are? Friends?âÂ
Hyunjin shrugs, lips twisted in a droll smile. âClose enough. This doesnât have to be complicated. You said it yourself - youâre in need.â
âWhat? When did - I never said that!â Again you struggle to speak coherently, sputtering in your confusion.
Hyunjin frowns. âAh, youâre right, I misspoke. That was Felix who said that, wasnât it? On the ride here?âÂ
You curse inwardly, remembering the private discussion you and Felix had had on the way to the club, when you were discussing your dry spell. Or at least, it was supposed to be private, but obviously someone had been listening in. Felix had offered to play wingman for you, saying he wouldnât let anything keep him from helping you âin your time of needâ - a bit dramatic, but that was Felix for you.Â
Youâd waved him off, insisting that you could snag someone without any help. But here you are, drowning your sorrows at the bar with no possibilities in sight. Maybe you shouldâve accepted Felixâs help after all.Â
âThatâs notâŚâ Sighing, you shrug. There was no point in trying to deny what heâd heard. âFine, yeah, I came here tonight hoping to leave with someone, but I didnât mean you!âÂ
âThatâs because you didnât know I was an option.â Again his gaze travels down your body, lingering like a slow caress. âBut after seeing the way you look tonight, I had to offer myself up.âÂ
Always. So. Cocky. You want to deny that his words have an effect on you. Want to. But canât.
And like that, your resolve starts to slip.Â
âYou really want to help me out?â you ask. He nods, irises blown as his eyes flicker to yours, and it puts fire in your belly, has you biting your lip in contemplation. âWhat makes you think you have what I need?â Â
Hyunjin doesnât bother to check if any of your friends are watching as he steps closer, like he doesnât care if anyone sees the way he cups your cheek. Or how he slides his thumb over your lips, dragging the bottom one down before lowering his mouth towards yours. He hangs there, just for a second - just long enough for you to tip your face up in a wordless answer.
His touch has nothing on his kiss. Your whole body thrums from head to toe, fizzing like the champagne on your tongue earlier, sweet and effervescent. His hand falls to your hip, squeezes there suddenly, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs.Â
Hyunjinâs plush lips part, letting the tip of his tongue briefly nudge against yours before he pulls away, leaving you blinking dumbly. He lets out a low chuckle, gently wiping a drop of spit from your chin.Â
âI just know.â
Youâre too busy licking the inside of your lips, hunting for any lingering trace of him, to respond. Â
âLet me lay it out for you, so thereâs no misunderstanding. If you can stop pretending for five seconds that you donât want me the way I want you, you can have me tonight.â His eyes dip to your mouth and back, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to make a move again. Needing him to. âJust think about it.âÂ
And then he walks away, leaving you nearly toppling off your seat, floundering in his wake.Â
The ice cubes in your cocktail have all but melted by the time you remember you ordered another drink. Sipping it slowly, you replay the last several minutes in your head. Did all of that just happen? Did Hyunjin really just offer himself to you? And then kiss you like that?
You feel like youâre going out of your mind.Â

âJust think about it.âÂ
Hyunjinâs last words echo in your head as you wander on wobbly legs back towards the table where Felix and Seungmin are still standing.Â
And oh, god, do you think about it.Â
For the rest of the night, no matter how many conversations you have with your other friends, no matter how hard you dance, no matter what you do - the sole thought occupying your brain is what it would be like to fuck Hyunjin. Again and again, you picture him above you, beneath you, behind you, big cock stretching you out, making you scream his name.Â
But itâs not worth it to give in to him. It canât be. Good dick - if itâs good - canât be enough to undo all the annoying shit he does, can it?
You cut yourself off early in the night, explaining that someone needs to stay sober enough to call for rides, but really youâre afraid that if you get completely blitzed, youâll end up admitting something you donât want to admit and going home with Hyunjin. Your friends honor your noble sacrifice by achieving impressive levels of drunk, ranging from delightful (Felix repeatedly booping you on the nose, calling you his âwiddle buddyâ) to disastrous (Chan, who gets upset when the guy he hits on in the bathroom doesnât respond - turns out he was hitting on his own reflection - before falling asleep in a stall).Â
Since the club is in the middle of downtown, you arrange for two cars to pick you and your friends up - one heading east, one heading west. Changbin, Chan, Hyunjin, and you pile into the ride heading west. Changbin hops into the passengerâs seat before you can slip in, leaving you smushed in the back between Hyunjin and Chanâs gigantic thighs.Â
Said thighs are splayed a bit as Chanâs head lolls back, a loud snore erupting out of him as the car makes its first stop outside Changbinâs apartment.Â
âCanât take him anywhere,â Changbin grunts, snapping a rather unflattering photo of Chan sleeping with his mouth wide open, obviously saving it to drop in the group chat at the most opportune time. âCan you two make sure he gets home okay? I know itâs a bit out of the way, but, well, look at him.âÂ
Chan continues to rumble like a fighter jet, unaware of everything going on around him.Â
âYeah, donât worry, we got him,â Hyunjin replies, and you just nod. âNight, âBin.âÂ
Changbin gives the driver Chanâs address and then he ducks out of the cab. Your place is technically the next closest, but getting Chan back to his place safe and sound is the priority.Â
With Chan sleeping next to you, itâs basically just you and Hyunjin alone now. A fact that has also occurred to Hyunjin, whose hand has been drifting further and further around your waist the entire ride. Now it slides around openly, tucking you against his side. You could fight it if you so desired - heâs not holding you tightly. Heâs giving you the chance to escape.Â
Youâre not sure you want to.
âHave you thought about it?â he murmurs, nose against your ear.Â
Your body reacts to the tone of his voice, thighs rubbing together, as you nod.Â
âAnd what did you decide?âÂ
âI - I donât know.âÂ
A puff of air tickles your skin as he laughs derisively. âDo you really need some convincing?âÂ
Chan snuffles loudly, reminding you that thereâs another person right next to you, since your entire focus is on Hyunjin, and the way his hand is now creeping beneath the open back of your dress, and slowly moving up your rib cage.Â
When he cups your left breast, you stifle a gasp. But you canât stop the tiny âah!â that escapes when he gently pinches your nipple. You attempt to cover it with a cough, hoping the driverâs lack of visible response means he didnât hear you. Meanwhile, next to you, Chan doesnât stir.Â
âFeel good?â Hyunjin coos quietly. âMustâve felt good, given the way youâre squirming right now.âÂ
Your hips have started to rock of their own volition. Brain, hips, pussy, all on your shit list.Â
âBut just think how much better itâll feel when itâs my mouth.â His tongue flicks the shell of your ear before he sucks your earlobe into his warm mouth. A preview of whatâs to come. It makes you squirm even harder, dying for any sort of relief for the aching between your legs.Â
Remarkably, you manage to speak, hissing, âYouâre a demon.âÂ
Hyunjin laughs. âYouâve no idea.âÂ
His hand stays where it is until the car pulls up at the curb outside Chanâs house. It takes a minute for the two of you to wake Chan, then another minute for him to realize where he is, then yet another minute for him to slide out of the car. Hyunjin sighs and also climbs out of the cab to make sure Chan gets into his house safely.Â
When Hyunjin returns, the driver glances in the rearview mirror. âSo, one more stop, or two?âÂ
You blink at the question. The air in the cab feels heavy with implication. Hyunjin says nothing, but looks at you expectantly, and you understand - the choice is yours.
You glance at your hands, as if theyâll help you choose. Your watch informs you that itâs 2:12 in the morning. Donât they always say not to trust any decisions you make after two am?
When the driver clears his throat a little too loudly, Hyunjinâs fingers grip your chin.Â
âWell? You heard him - one stop or two?âÂ
You meet his gaze, surprised to find a fire burning in his eyes.Â
Maybe youâd be a fool to run towards it, seeking warmth where there might only be danger.Â
Fine, then. Youâre a fool.Â
âOne.âÂ
With a satisfied grin, Hyunjin gives the driver his address.

Youâre a little tense during the elevator ride up to Hyunjinâs apartment. Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, quietly leaning against the wall with his normal blasĂŠ expression on his face. Like youâre not about to cross a boundary here that you never expected to cross. Like this was inevitable.Â
As soon as youâre both inside and his door is locked, he turns to face you, and you suck in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for him to touch you again.Â
Instead, he asks, âDo you want some water?âÂ
âUm, yeah, sure.âÂ
He must read confusion on your face - at least, you hope it looks like confusion and not disappointment - because the corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile.Â
âA few questions first,â he says, walking into his kitchen, sliding his suit jacket off as he goes. âAre you in good health?â
âAm I - am I in good health?â
Hyunjin tuts. âIâd ask if you need me to repeat myself but clearly you heard the question.âÂ
You stare at his back, brows furrowing as you decipher his meaning. âAre you asking if Iâve been tested recently? Yes, I have been. Nothing to report.âÂ
âGood, me too,â he replies, yanking his tie off and tossing it onto the counter before opening the fridge and grabbing you both a bottle of water. He eyes you as he opens his. âAre you on birth control?â
âIs this what youâre like on a date? Does your foreplay always involve interrogating your partner with clinical questions?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â He tilts his head back as he drinks, so he doesnât catch the glare you shoot his way. âAnswer the question.âÂ
âYes, dick, Iâm on birth control.â You take a swig of your water. The memory of his touch in the taxi is fading more and more with every second that passes. With a clearer head, youâre starting to question if youâve made the right choice.Â
âGood,â he repeats, wiping his mouth. âI prefer to fuck raw.âÂ
You clench around nothing at the thought, but scowl anyway. âWhat about what I prefer?âÂ
Hyunjin just hums, fingers brushing your cheek before they tap under your chin. âDo you want me to use a condom?â Thereâs no drollness or sarcasm to his tone. Heâs genuinely asking.Â
âNo.â Your pride takes a tiny hit at the way you answer him immediately, without hesitation.
Just as quickly as his gentle tone came, it disappears again, vanishing as Hyunjin flashes a smug smile. âThatâs what I thought.â
âThatâs what - oh fuck off.â There he is again, that cocky asshole. Reflexively, you curse at him, ready to fight. âFuck you, you donât know anything about me.â
âHow many times do I need to tell you that I do? Youâre so easy to read.âÂ
âReally?â Okay then. Youâll call his bluff. âGo ahead, Hyunjinnie. Tell me what I like.âÂ
He rolls his eyes. His fingers make quick work of his cufflinks, setting them on the granite top beside him, and he slides his sleeves up, revealing toned forearms beneath.Â
âWell, for starters, you love getting under my skin with that infantile nickname.âÂ
âNo shit. Everyone knows that.âÂ
âYou live for arguing, especially with me. Canât let a single sentence go by without snapping back.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs because youâre always wrong.â
Hyunjin doesnât take the bait, merely leans back against the counter, examining you so openly that you feel exposed, so you cross your arms, as if that will help you block his penetrating gaze. He takes a few seconds before speaking again.Â
âNo, itâs not that. Though Iâm sure thatâs what you tell yourself. If it were, you wouldnât be here right now.âÂ
He speaks so calmly, so self-assuredly. Itâs maddening, even though youâre burning with curiosity. Makes you want to know more, so you press him again. âOkay, then - what is it? Why am I here?âÂ
âBecause you wanted someone to take control.â He spreads his arms wide. âAnd here I am.âÂ
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou know. You want someone else to be in charge. Make the decisions. Do the work for you. Then fuck you so hard that all those thoughts just fly right out of that pretty little head of yours.â He says it all so matter-of-factly, like itâs completely evident, your deepest desires laid bare for all to witness.
You want to dismiss his words, act like heâs so far off the mark that heâs on another planet, but youâre too surprised by his answer to respond with anything other than stunned silence. His arrogant smile returns. Clearly he was expecting you to fight, so your lack of a snappy comeback only confirms to him that heâs right.Â
âJust look at what youâre wearing,â he continues. âThat tight dress screams âplease fuck me stupid!â Lucky for you, thatâs exactly what I intend to do.â
You find your voice. âOh, now youâre judging my clothing? And - and slut shaming me?âÂ
âPlease. Iâm always judging your clothing. But itâs a taste thing, not some sort of moral judgment.â He smirks. âAnd Iâm very supportive of sluts, thank you.âÂ
As he sips his water, you replay the entire evening in your mind. Sending you the photos. Kissing you. Making the offer. Fuck. He really did do the work for you tonight. Was there ever a chance you were going to say no? Judging by Hyunjinâs attitude, this moment was never in doubt. He knew youâd end up here with him. Â
The other realization that dawns on you is - youâre not mad about any of that. The only thing youâre mad about is that, once again, heâs right about something. And he knows it.Â
Okay. Fine. You want to be fucked stupid. But does he have to be so fucking rude about it??
âMaybe this was a bad idea.â
He suddenly steps towards you. His expression is so intense that you move without thinking, backing all the way into the fridge. Your heart feels like it might burst through your ribcage at the slightest provocation, breath leaving your lungs in tiny exhalations as his thumb ghosts your cheek.Â
Not because youâre scared. Because youâre excited.
âTell me you donât want to kiss me.â
Hyunjin says the words softly, but thereâs a firmness to his gaze that makes you swallow hard.
Your lips donât move.Â
He kisses you. Wraps his hands around your waist, pulls you to his demanding mouth, head turning this way and that as his lips crash onto yours.
You kiss him back. Just as greedily, just as deeply.Â
His hand strokes your thigh. âTell me you donât want me to touch you.â
You make no noise.
His fingers crawl beneath your skirt, dancing over the silk of your underwear. Your gasp warms his tongue. A throaty growl chokes him.
âSo wet for me.â He brings his hand up to show you the evidence, skin glistening. As if you didnât already know.
He surges forward, pinning you to the fridge, mouth blazing a trail from your ear to your neck as his fingers press into your soaking slit.
âAh, Hyunjin!â you whimper, clutching wildly at his bicep. The swell of his arm bulges as his fingers slowly search your inner walls, like theyâre mapping every inch of you. When they trace over your g-spot, they linger, brushing again and again. âOh my god!â
âTell me,â he implores, husky voice breaking, like heâs barely in control, âtell me to stop and I will. Tell me you donât want this - donât want me - and Iâll call you a ride and weâll never talk about this again.âÂ
His forehead bumps yours, eyes smoldering with bright intensity, hand still plunging.
This time, you speak, chest heaving as you gasp for air.
âDonât - donât stop. Please, donât stop.â
A smile spreads across Hyunjinâs face. He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand still working between your thighs. You moan, feeling his erection digging into your hip as he presses himself against you, holding you firmly in place while he adds a third finger to the two already fucking you open.Â
âSay it,â he commands, mouth wet and hot on your cheek. âTell me what you want.âÂ
âI want, oh, fuck, I, I want you to fuck me, Hyunjin.â
In an instant, heâs disentangled himself from you, and you canât help but whine very loudly at the sudden loss of his fingers. Hyunjin just smirks at your naked desperation, spinning you around so youâre in front of him.Â
âCome on,â he says, lightly pinching your ass to make you move. You yelp, smacking him on the arm, but he just laughs. âIâm not fucking you in here. Letâs go.âÂ
âAsshole,â you curse, but you go anyway, because all you want is for him to touch you again, and if heâs refusing to do it in here, then why would you want to stay? Youâre going wherever his hands go.Â
Maybe you should feel ashamed, for giving in so easily. But you donât. All you feel is desire. This is what you want. What you need.Â
Hyunjinâs fingers press lightly on the small of your back as he guides you down the hallway to his bedroom. Itâs just as ostentatious as the rest of his place - expensive-looking light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, dark leather headboard and frame for his gigantic bed, which is covered in piles of plush-looking blankets and pillows. Thereâs a gorgeous painting taking up most of the wall above his bed.Â
He doesnât give you much time to admire the room, because as soon as youâre in front of the bed, he spins you again, hands reaching for the zipper of your dress, sliding it to the ground, leaving you standing there in nothing but your panties. Before you can tell him to stop pushing you around, heâs kissing you fervently, like heâs been dying the entire time his mouth has been away from yours these last few minutes, and suddenly you forget that youâre irritated.Â
Hyunjin backs you onto the bed, breaking away from your lips long enough to urge you to move towards the headboard, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side as he follows. When his fingers grab for his belt, they find yours already there, making short work of the buckle. He groans in delight, deciding to use his hands to grope your bare breasts while you unzip his pants.Â
âCanât wait to see it in real life, huh?â he asks, dragging his thumbs over your nipples. He chuckles when you just whimper, back arching slightly to encourage him to keep touching you.
The truth is, yes, you canât wait to see Hyunjinâs massive dick, but more importantly, you canât wait to feel it inside you, so you continue with your task, pushing his pants and boxers down together. And god, what a cock it is, long and thick and positively darkened with need. Smeared drops of excitement coat the head, and the sight makes your mouth water.Â
He rises up to kneel between your legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and giving it a few lazy pumps. âWell? Donât tell me youâre speechless again.âÂ
âGoddamn it,â you huff in exasperation, âyouâre the fucking worst.â But you canât stop staring as he gently squeezes the head, making a pleased noise, relieving himself a little while he watches you writhe in impatience.Â
âYouâll be singing a different tune in a moment, sweetheart.âÂ
Your nose wrinkles at how easily âsweetheartâ drips off his tongue. âJust put it in me already,â you demand, leaning back on your elbows, licking your lips as you peer up at him, trying to send a blatant âfuck me!â signal with every inch of your body.Â
Hyunjin tuts, lifting one of his gorgeously thick eyebrows. âRight to it? Is that what you really want?â In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under your panties and drags them down and off. Itâd be a more impressive move if anyone but him were doing it.Â
âI just⌠I thought we were gonna fuck?â Isnât that what youâre here for?
âOf course we are. But is that how you typically do it? No foreplay, no build up?â His fingers rake down your stomach, trail over your thighs, causing your body to twitch with shivers. âThat doesnât sound like any fun at all.â
Itâs not how youâd prefer to do this, no. Youâre just surprised that he agrees. So you say nothing in reply, visibly closing your mouth while he maneuvers you into position, pushing your legs up so your knees bend, your thighs meeting your stomach, completely exposing your cunt to him.Â
âThatâs better. Just let me play with you a little first, sweetheart. I promise youâll like it.âÂ
Your instinct is to argue with him, tell him he has no idea what youâd like, but youâve already done that tonight. And you were wrong. So again, you bite your tongue.Â
Until he extends his own, letting a string of spit fall onto your pussy.
âEw, Hyunjin!â Youâre disgusted, but not with him. Why do you find that so hot?
âToo much?â he inquires, letting go of your legs as he glances at you. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen a real expression of concern on his face before. It rattles you slightly.Â
Biting your lip, you shake your head. âNo - keep going.âÂ
He nods, hands reaching for your thighs again. âIf I hit any hard noâs for you, say something, and I promise Iâll stop, okay?âÂ
âI will.âÂ
He bows over you again, licking a straight line up your slit. With a moan, you let your head drop back against the pillows. His mouth feels absolutely divine.
Where others in the past just dove in, Hyunjin takes his time. He drags his tongue around slowly, licking through your soaking folds, tasting you. It reminds you of the way youâd seen him drink a really fine whisky, holding it in his mouth, quietly identifying every note, every flavor. Relishing, instead of rushing.Â
When his lips brush over your clit, leaving teasing kisses, you moan. Hyunjin hums, a self-satisfied little rumble, and lifts his head. âSee? Told you youâd like this.âÂ
âPlease, shut up and suck my clit.â Itâs meant to be an order but definitely sounds like a pathetic whine. Whatever, as long as he listens.Â
He listens. Those plush lips that you canât stop yourself from staring at roll over your already throbbing little nub and warm pleasure runs down your spine before pooling in your belly. His dark hair keeps falling in his face, obscuring him from your view, and for some reason you canât have that. Tentatively, you reach out, hand shaking a little.Â
Hyunjin hums when your fingers slide through his soft locks, pushing the strands back, holding them in place so you can see his eyes, the way they squeeze shut when he sucks noisily on your clit. The sounds he makes are so loud, completely uninhibited, moaning and grunting as his lips smack and his tongue laps.Â
He uses said tongue to fuck you expertly, his movements so confident, so sure. He reads every quiver, listens to every moan, figures out how to work you up with quick, teasing shallow plunges, before slowing it down, going deeper, tongue brushing your walls like heâs speaking a language only your body understands.Â
âHyunjin,â you sigh, unable to tear your eyes away from him.Â
His mouth parts from you long enough for him to speak. âThere it is. Thereâs the tone I was looking for. Enjoy this, sweetheart. I know I am.âÂ
Youâre enjoying it so much that you unexpectedly whimper when he stops again a moment later, feeling a little embarrassed as he exhales a quiet laugh into your warmth. âJust hold on,â he murmurs, dragging his tongue up your slit to pass over your clit again and again, before sliding a finger into your clenching hole.
âOhhhh.âÂ
The combination is so good, his finger filling you while his mouth suctions to you, that your eyes flutter shut. He pulls out and glides back in, all the way to his knuckles in one smooth motion, your wet folds parting so easily for him. Heâs done an amazing job of spreading your slickness around, coating your inner thighs, messing his bed beneath you.Â
âGonna make you come,â Hyunjin says, spreading you open with two fingers now. âNeed you to come before I can fuck you just like you want. Can you do that for me?â
The tension in your gut tells you that that shouldnât be a problem. Both fingers have curled inside you, stroking over your soft spot, making you pant, clutching Hyunjinâs satin sheets for dear life.Â
âHy-Hyun-â
Before you can even finish saying his name, the tension snaps, nerves firing from your cunt to your toes, causing your legs to lock up. Hyunjin groans, moving his hands to grasp at your thighs, trying to loosen their squeeze.Â
âEasy, sweetheart, donât take me out just yet.â When your body finally starts to relax, he grins. âThere we go. Good girl.â
If this were any other time, youâd snap at him for dropping that pet phrase on you. But youâre too blissed out at the moment, practically purring as he starts to kiss his way up your torso.Â
When he reaches your breasts, he joins you, a low rumble sounding from the back of his throat. His nose nuzzles between them, as he leaves loud kisses on their swelling curves.Â
Another thing Hyunjin isnât wrong about - his mouth feels much better than his fingers do on your nipples, tongue gliding like warm velvet against the pert nubs. You continuously moan, until youâre nearly panting, fingers once again finding his dark locks and threading themselves between.Â
âHow am I doing, sweetheart?â he murmurs.
âGood.â It doesnât even occur to you to tell him anything but the truth. âSo good, Hyunjinnie. Ah!â You flinch as he suddenly nips the other nipple, teeth clamping gently. âWhy?!âÂ
âYou and that damn nickname. I must not be doing enough if youâre still calling me that.â He rises onto his knees, shaking his head. âGuess I just gotta fuck it out of you.âÂ
And just like that, you feel that spark again.Â
âSure you will, Hyunjinnie,â you simper, voice dripping with honey, so sickeningly-sweet as you coo his name. It has the desired effect, making Hyunjinâs eyes flash.Â
He reaches for you, pulling you up into his lap, before you can so much as breathe. âYou doubting me, sweetheart?â His hands press into your hips, urging you down on him. Both of you groan as his cock slides along your cunt, and the sparks inside you ignite.Â
âIâm not your sweetheart,â you spit back, feeling that familiar sense of agitation, but itâs not annoyance now, itâs anticipation.Â
âAnd Iâm not really yours, but letâs play pretend for the night,â he drawls, and you look at him with wide eyes, but he kisses away the wonder on your face, working you up with teeth and tongue, until youâre frenzied with need. Your fingers clutch at his biceps, nails sinking in to tether him closer.Â
His hands on your waist guide you down again. As his cockhead breaches your lips, you keen, head falling forward onto his shoulder.Â
âHoly fuck,â you gasp. The stretch is delicious, cunt already throbbing around his thickness. Â
Both of you freeze when youâre fully seated on him, no sounds in the room but the rhythmic cadence of your panting intertwining with his.Â
âYou know,â Hyunjin speaks through grit teeth, focused on the spot where your bodies join, âwe couldâve been doing this a long, long time ago.â
You donât know what to say to that. How long has he wanted this? Youâre not sure the exact answer for yourself, except that itâs longer than youâd ever truly want to confess.
âMaybe - maybe if you werenât such a - oh, oh, oh!â Your lame attempt at a retort is lost to the rapid snapping of Hyunjinâs hips when he starts to thrust up into you. Thereâs nothing you can do but bounce in his lap, clinging to his shoulders as he finally fucks you just as hard as heâd promised. âHyunjin, please!âÂ
Hyunjin grunts, perspiration trickling down his forehead as he concentrates on giving you what you wanted. His jaw flexes, brows drawn together in a frown, and even with this fierce expression on his face, heâs so beautiful that you canât help yourself, diving forward to kiss that gorgeous mouth of his like youâve always imagined, as if you werenât just kissing him a few minutes ago, but like itâs the first time, tracing his lips with yours, imprinting the feeling of them against your own to store away in your memory for later.
âFuck, sweetheart.â His words are the oxygen you inhale, tongues pressed together like the pages of a book. âI think I prefer you this way. So needy for my cock.â He smirks. âKinda want to keep you like this.âÂ
He digs his fingers into the plump roundness of your ass as he grinds into you, sliding you back and forth. Your hips undulate, rolling you down on his big cock, feeling every inch of him rubbing against your walls.Â
âHyu-hyu-hyun!âÂ
Itâs impossible to get an entire word out, given the pace at which Hyunjinâs strokes are jostling you. Your staccato cries get louder when he switches it up, laying you on your back and shoving a pillow under your hips. His thighs smack into your ass with every plunge of his thick length, and again you can do nothing but try to breathe, drowning in euphoria as you are.
âYeah, youâre best just like this. Stuffed full of cock, no room for thoughts. Or arguments.âÂ
âF-fuck!â You were trying to say âfuck offâ but Hyunjin chose that moment to thumb at your clit, giving the aching nub the friction it so badly needed. Your hips buck up, making Hyunjin groan.
âJust like that, so good for me.âÂ
You whine involuntarily at his praise, hips lifting again, trying to take him deeper. Every stroke of his cock lights you up, your body tingling from head to toe. The strong thrumming in your gut is going to overtake you soon and youâre finally going to get what youâve been needing for weeks now. And itâs Hyunjin of all people who is going to give it to you.Â
Youâre pulled out of your reverie as Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, falling onto his side next to you.Â
âWhat are y- oh!â You gasp as he turns you on your side, facing away from him. One hand lifts your leg, sliding it back until your calf loops over his. Then he enters you again, and again, thrusting in deep, powerful movements. âOh, fuck, goddamn.âÂ
âThatâs right,â he growls, arm beneath you bending, hand coming to a rest around your throat. Not squeezing, but holding you in place, back pressed to his front. Youâre both covered in sweat, bodies gliding over one another, making it hard for him to keep his pace. So his fingers spread on your chest, locking you in place, giving him leverage to pound into you. âTake it, sweetheart. Take what I give you like a good girl.âÂ
âAhhh,â you moan, âdonât - donât call me that.âÂ
âNo? You donât like being praised?â Hyunjin releases his hold on your thigh, running his others fingers around where his cock keeps sliding between your lips. âYour pussy tells me another story. Youâre soaking my sheets.â
âNah - ah - not that, âs not that.â With this slightly slower rhythm, youâre able to speak, but full sentences still seem hard. âLike praise. Hate - hate good girl.âÂ
âOhhh, I see.â Hyunjin laughs breathily. âI shouldâve known. Youâre too proud. Think it makes you look weak if I call you that? Hmm?âÂ
Even in your desperate state, you know heâs not far off from the truth. You donât want him calling you that, because it feels like giving in to him. Letting him take control completely. Possessing you. His good girl.Â
The real, honest to god truth is - you canât let him call you that, because you do want it. And you hate how much you want it.Â
So you deny it. Or at least, you try to. But all you can stutter is a weak âYouâre s-such a d-dick,â as he continues snapping his hips into your ass, making your entire body jiggle in his strong grip.Â
Hyunjin drops an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, wet and sloppy. You curl your fingers into his arm as you sense that youâre approaching the precipice of your orgasm. You can tell that itâs going to be an intense one, one of those climaxes that clears your mind of all thought and leaves you literally shaking in ecstasy. Just as heâd promised.
You do appreciate a man who follows through on his promises.Â
Hyunjin must feel the way youâre starting to clench around him, groaning into your shoulder. âAhh, I think this little cuntâs trying to tell me something again, sweetheart. You gonna come for me? Hmmm?â His fingers rub over your clit, the sudden touch making you jolt. âCome on, be a good girl and c-â
Twisting your head, you smash your nose into his cheek, clumsily seeking his mouth. Cutting him off with heated kisses, hoping heâll interpret it as annoyance fueling your actions and not see it for what it truly is - untamed desire.Â
A strangled cry passes from Hyunjinâs lips into yours, and with one more tweak to your clit, you come undone. Your body locks up, thighs going rigid, cunt clamping around his cock so fiercely that Hyunjin hisses loudly, forehead resting on the nape of your neck.
âFuck, youâre so goddamn tight,â he whispers in your ear. Sweat drips from his skin onto yours. âYouâre gonna make me come. Is that what you want?â
You canât answer. Youâre gone, completely gone, beyond words, capable of making only the most broken, pathetic sounds, wantonly mewling as slowly grinds into you, cock rubbing against your clenching walls. When your legs start to go slack, he resumes his thrusting, but at a languorous pace, and youâre not sure if heâs trying to go easy on you now that youâre approaching overstimulation, or if heâs trying to slow himself down.
âI think it is what you want. I think you want me to fill this little pussy up with my cum, donât you? Hmm?â His nose prods at your cheek. âA sweet creampie for my good girl?â
The whine that you let you out is pitifully loud. White hot shame spikes through you, but only for a second, the emotion quickly burnt away by your fervent need.Â
âCome on, tell me. Tell me you want it.âÂ
âAhhh!â You gasp as his cock sinks in deeper, hitting your g-spot. Itâs almost too much, the delicious drag, and your fingers dig into his arm, nails sinking into his skin. âFuck!â
âTell me,â he says again, but this time thereâs a plea laced into the command, a desperate edge in his tone that strikes a chord somewhere deep inside you, and suddenly you want to give him anything he needs.Â
âHyunjin, I want it, p-please!âÂ
Those are the magic words. Hyunjin groans, his hips falling out of their slow rhythm, jerking erratically as he does exactly what he said, shooting his load deep inside you, moaning your name the entire time. You grip the sheets so hard, youâre afraid youâll tear them, shoving your hips back against his, riding out his climax with him.Â
âPussyâs sucking me dry, sweetheart. So greedy,â he pants, trailing kisses along your neck. âThink it wants more.âÂ
âHyunjin!â You sob his name again, voice breaking. All it takes is his fingers pinching at your clit and youâre coming again, stomach twitching, breath leaving your body in one big rush.Â
When your body stops trembling, Hyunjin finally slips out of you, his hand falling away from your cunt. He lets out a tired laugh.
âYou can take your nails out of my arm. Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
âOh.â Your neck burns a little in embarrassment. You hadnât realized you were still holding on to him so tightly, unconsciously keeping him in place. Keeping him close to you. You relax your grip, and he slides his arms around you further, locking you into his embrace.Â
Itâs⌠nice, being in Hyunjinâs arms. Really nice. Lying there, in your messy, tired state, you feel rather content.Â
But the longer you lie there, just breathing together, not speaking, your head starts to fill with thoughts again. Questions. The most pressing being, at what point is he going to kick you out? Because despite everything that just happened, heâs still Hyunjin, and youâre still you, and -Â
âItâs already started.â Hyunjin hums, lightly shaking you. âI can hear you thinking again.âÂ
Your reflexes kick back in. âItâs just what I do. You should try it some time.âÂ
To your surprise, Hyunjin starts to laugh. You roll over, nose bumping his as you give him a curious look.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou really canât help yourself, can you?â He brushes a finger over your cheek. âYouâve got a fighterâs instinct. Itâs one of the things I admire about you. But maybe, just maybe, you donât have to fight me all the time?âÂ
You stare at him as you try to make sense of the rather casual confession of admiration he just dropped. Nope. Canât. Not right now.
âIâŚâ You pause. âSorry. Itâs just a habit.âÂ
He smiles, something genuine that slowly shifts into his familiar smirk, and even as spent as you are, you feel a stirring inside you. âGuess we need to work on that.â
In the morning, you might regret what you say next. But the nightâs not over yet. âMaybe you just didnât fuck me stupid enough yet.âÂ
Hyunjin accepts your challenge with a kiss.Â

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realistic sex with mingi

mingi x f!reader fluff | smut | mdni a/n: mingi is the second entry to this series where i try to imagine how each member would actually fuck, as â¨realistically⨠as possible. disclaimer: i say realistic but lets be honest this is pure delulu behaviour and total fiction. everything is solely based on the vibes the boys give off.

first i wanna say loyal af. like he probably simped for you for a while before daring to even speak to you so now that he's got you he's not interested in anyone else.Â
he will literally place in every conversation with a stranger that he has a gf within the first few minutes just so everything is clear.
also it helps that he just constantly wanna brag about you/show you off (more on that later). because heâs just so proud he pulled you.
mingi makes his intentions KNOWN. that man is taken thank you very much
he wears his heart on his sleeves and it shows when he's dating and i think that's why he sucks at flirting when he actually cares. if he's crushing on you he'll be all clumsy and will try to do too much to impress you by doing/being too much. eg: laughing super loud at jokes, or if you are with a group of friends he would find a way to make everyone quiet so you can speak (also will find a way to always be the one sitting next to you)
if it's just a fling for a confidence boost and he has no real interest in the person then he'll be so smooooooth, literally rizz over 9000. weâre talking full on witty/flirty remarks, attentive sharp eyes and sinful lip biting morphing into the most stunning smile youâve ever seen.
but not with you nuh huh. the man was a mess either too selfconscious to speak or just ending up saying something really cringe (which he thought about for weeks after)
but eventually he got to score you for himself
that's why he absolutely loves skinship. he wants to hold your hand, have you play with his hair all the time. he wants to have his big hand on your thigh (we'll talk more about that later wink wonk) when you're sitting next to him. and he doesn't care if people are around. pda is his middle name. (definitely pda line with san and woo)
he will literally kiss you like his life depends on it in front of whoever wants to see. (actually he might even like have an audience wink wonk again)
i feel mingi enjoys lazy sex. he loves to take you when you're both laying on your side. he likes that this way he gets to hold your hips. curl his fingers around your thighs and pull you back on his cock over and over again while he peppers you with kisses in the crook of your neck moaning just for you right in your ear
but what this man really loves is when you are on top. iâm convinced he's a switch. He can dom or sub but if he doms then you'll have to be a power bottom.
he just loves seeing you on top.
he truly believes under you is his rightful place. there or between your legs (more on that laterrrr)
needless to say he's a sub leaning switch but that being said he's not into anything very rough (especially not on the receiving end).
but he definitely has it in him. he can be really rough if you know how to push his buttons right
speaking of which that is not through jealousy
if he sees you flirting with someone else i don't think it will tap into his possessiveness. well it might but it won't have the desired effect. it will only make him insecure and maybe he will feel like he's losing you. so please don't make our giant baby jealous he'll only be sad.
(i think that would absolutely do the trick on joong, woo and 2ho)
no if you want him to rail you like a train i think you have to use one specific tactic for maximum domification effect: tapping into his voyeurism/exhibitionism thing
i feel like he would love for you to be risky in public like i said mingi is proud of you and he loves to show you off. he is def the type to like to have an audience. i think there's a little voyeurism/exhibitionism hiding in him somewhere. so tap into that to get him really going.
maybe lift up your skirt for him while grocery shopping or like whisper to him that you're not wearing any underwear while at the dinner table with all the members better yet one up that statement by discreetly slipping the undergarment into his hand. i guarantee heâll become hard on the spot. if you start stroking his thighs (an innocent token of affection for the others) he will start leaking for you too. getting red in the face and blaming it on the alcohol when the others point it out.
if youâre really daring (and you really want him to go crazy on you after) brush your hand over his hard on but thatâs risky because he just might jerk his hips up so powerfully (unintentionally ofc) that it will knock over your soju glasses.
but thatâs the perfect excuse to bring him to the bathroom pretending he got some soju on his pants⌠(smirking evilly)
but yeah just be a little secretly naughty just for him.Â
and now that heâs got you for himself itâs all over for you
he'll tear your clothes the second he can. making you take him hard and deep and manhandling you
bending you over the bathroom sink and pushing his big fat cock into your already pulsing little pussy. scoffing at you when he swipes his tip through your folds only to realize you are soaking wet.
âlook at you. getting all wet from being a little brat all nightâ
the second he bottoms out he lets out the lowest of groans and snakes his fingers in your hair, lifting your head and making you look at yourself in the mirror.
"that's what you wanted right?" "i should have bent you over the table and taken you right there in front of all of them"Â
he probably made you cum embarrassingly fast too "looked at your fucked out face, baby. you talked a big game but is that really all you got?" then proceeds to fuck you some more just to overstim you <3
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but i think he naturally gravitates towards subbing. he can and will dom but he prefers being taken care of (a princess <3) so if you're a dom by nature that's completely fine by him
one thing is certain mingi needs LOTS OF PRAISE. just watch his face melt when you tell him what a good job he does. the low groans turning into high pitched whimpers every time you call him your good boy.Â
âyouâre doing so good for me babyâ âyou feel so good inside meâ
he will literally bury his face in your neck and muffle his whines on your skin.
and that's it heâs gone. done for.Â
another big thing about this big man: ORAL
eating you out
mingi's purpose is to be between your legs. he loves to eat you out. hwa and him are the members that like it the most. but contrary to hwa that takes advantage of the absolutely fantastic muscle he has in his mouth mingi uses another advantage. which is his beautiful nose. mingi loves to actually fuck you with his whole face. he will slip his tongue into your center while rubbing his nose on your clit.Â
or better yet he will have you sit on his face. and just so weâre clear when he says sit on it. he means SIT. he wants to suffocate in your juices, your thighs tightly wrapped around his head. he wants you to use him. he wants to feel your arousal dripping in his eager mouth and your taste clouding his mind. he wants to lose himself into you. he loves to feel your thrusts against his face, struggling to breathe every chances he gets. feeling drag you swollen clit over his mouth and nose and throbbing when your close. thereâs nothing he likes more.
but mingi loves oral in general he also absolutely loves to be in your mouth
and the primary reason for this is very simple EYE CONTACT. he loves that. he loves to see you look at him. he wants to be your whole world (because you surely are his everything) and he loves to have your undivided attention. (that man just loves attention i mean have you seen him on stage? Doing all the scandalous body rolls just to wreck every bias list in the venue. literally the most leo move he can pull smh)
other reason why he loves to be in your mouth is because this man be packing the big gunsss proud member of big dick line with yunho
he loves to see you struggle to take him all in your mouth and loves to see your watery eyes and he likes it SLOPPY. Just go to town on his big fat cock. Really don't be shy. Use a lot of spit and changing of pace and donât forget the balls. maybe edge him a little i think he might like it too. just imagine the beautiful noises you can pull out of him if you keep him on the edge for a while. until he caves in and just begs so sweetly for you <3
âpleasepleasepleasepleaseâ when he feels heâs close then sigh in disappointment when you take your mouth off him once again. So he bucks his hips up trying so bad to have your mouth around him again, his tip red and leaking for you. âplease wanna cum so bad. pleaseplease iâll do anything please let me cumâ
all the while looking you dead in the eyes. he looks so cute his face all flushed and his mouth agape. he wouldnât dare to take his eyes off yours for a second because he loves to see that smirk of yours spread on your lips. he wants to look at you all the time.
thats why mingi never wants to fuck in the dark in wants to see you (unlike hwa who loves to see you ofc but he needs to hear you)
and that's also why his favorite position is cowgirl!!!! he just loves looking at you make yourself feel good using his cock. he loves to look at your face, your chest, your body. just all of you using him.Â
he gets to see your breasts bounce on your chest with every thrust. he gets to see you arch your back and your jaw fall open when you get close and gets to see your skin glisten under a light sheen of sweat. he gets to see your nails leaving beautiful marks on his pecs. the undeniable proof that he belongs to you. because thatâs exactly what he wants to be. he wants to feel like your toy.
when it comes to the sounds. i don't think mingi is very vocal.... with words that is because yes you WILL absolutely hear him. when he's on top/in control. It's lots of deep, guttural groans. i mean the man can go deeeeeep with his voice (and his dick) so i feel like he'll do just that.
he's not the one doing the dirty talk but HE LOVES to hear you saying all those nasty things (hence the praising from earlier). It's literally the only time he'll shut up to let you do all the talking. so do that. that will make him absolutely crazy for you.
and when he gets close or heâs subbing the groans turn into high pitched whines. mingi can go really high pitched (cfr. the way he screams when he's scared in wanteez) so you know instantly when he's about to cum. right when he is on the edge i think is the right time to be a little rougher if you're on top. maybe choke him or pull his hair. he would really love that. but don't be too rough either, especially with words.
he likes to cum anywhere on or in you. but what he really likes is when you choose. he loves to hear you say "i want you to fill me up with your cum" or "you can cum in my mouth baby" he will bust instantly at those commands. because you got him wrapped around your fingers and he knows and canât get enough.
but when you say "you're doing so well for me my baby as a reward i'll let you cum where you want" then be certain he's going to pick your face almost every time. and don't close your eyes. look at him! he loves to cum for you. he wants you to see that.Â
afterwards you better big spoon him to sleep because he deserves it <3

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How to Become No One
aegon x witch!fem!readerÂ
Summary: The Dowager Queen calls upon you to try and heal her son. You never expected to find such a bond with anotherâs magic. This story of healings takes them across two continents and through many trials.Â
Warnings: 18+ hurt comfort fr, swearing, mentions of injury not too detailed but kind of, blood, pain, medicine, hurt sunfyre but he gets healed fr, threats, mentions of murder, murder, different kind of magic system, a healing journey fr, faceless men moment, house of the undying, oral(f receiving), p in v after heâs healed bffr
Authors Note: my friend begged me to write this but i clearly didnât need that much persuading đŤŁ, i had no idea where i was going with this although itâs giving tower of dawn vibes iykyk, iâve skewed a lot of things to fit my narrative, not sorry x
Word Count: 6.8k idek what to say!!
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
My days in this dark city never seem to have an end or a beginning. I wait at a booth in the back of a tavern waiting for paying customers. Usually they come and ask me to place blood curses or cause immeasurable pain. The man before me is begging for something thatâs never been asked of me before which has piqued my curiosity.
âThe Dowager Queen is seeking your talents and discretion.â A man with a thick westerosi accent pleads to me.Â
âShe is no Queen to me.â I look over him.Â
âSurely the payment sheâs offering can sway you?â he pulls out a well filled sack. âThis is just for the trip there. There is more waiting for you in Kings Landing.â the money heâs speaking of could allow me to leave these lands for good.Â
âWhat is the extent of his injury?â I lean back and look at him contemplatively.Â
âHe has sustained burns to half of his body. He fell a great distance off his dragon. He has regained consciousness, but remains in great pain. The Grand Maester believes there are injuries within that are out of his expertise.â his voice wavers as he pushes the gold to me.Â
I sit back and wonder how the Dowager Queen of Westeros heard of me all the way in Asshai. Sending one of her men to this city to seek me out is madness and I can appreciate her desperation. I could probably get them to pay me even more than theyâre planning. Itâs been some time since Iâve used my powers to help someone. I grab the bag of coins and the man looks to me hopeful.Â
âI will come with and do what I can.â I nod to him.Â
âPack your bags and we will leave at once. I have a ship at the ready in the harbor.â he rises quickly.Â
âI have nothing of value worth bringing. We can leave now.â I rise with him as he furrows a brow to me.Â
âNo one to say goodbye to?â he asks overstepping.Â
âLead the way to your ship.â I nod my head at him hoping he gets the hint.Â
We shuffle through the city quickly avoiding the dark streets and ominous folk. As we approach the dock I can see the ridiculously large boat this man no doubt came on. I shake my head to myself as I board and the men begin preparing for us to leave. I look back at the city finally ready to leave it behind me.Â
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
The week on the boat was less than desirable, but I was finally able to find sleep. I was able to try and prepare a plan to help the fallen King. I couldnât make too many decisions until Iâm able to assess him myself in person. As we dock my blood thrums at the magic that is flowing out of this city. It slips around the streets and seems to pour from the other end of the city in form of living animals. Dragons. I didnât think they would have them so close to their home and within the city walls.Â
Once weâre docked Iâm whisked into a carriage and brought directly to the castle. The man escorts me directly in and up the stairs. We stop in front of a large set of double doors which he knocks on quickly.Â
âYouâre back. Did she come?â a woman looks past the man Iâve been traveling with. âThank the Gods.âÂ
âI choose to come here. Not the Gods.â I brush past her into the room where I can feel the pain and hear the groans.Â
My eyes widen as I see the King being forced to walk around the room. Thereâs a man who is panicked and wants him back in bed and thereâs a man with a club foot fighting against the Kings rest. I flare my nostrils that they would even entertain the thought of having him out of bed.Â
âGet him back in the bed. Now.â I say through my teeth. âAre you fucking daft? How long has it been since the injury?â I walk to the bed as they lay him back down as his watery eye looks to me.Â
âHello? Can anyone speak?â I snap as I look around the room.Â
âJust over a week.â the man in a white robe says.Â
âAnd youâre the maester I presume?â I raise my eyebrow to him.Â
âI am.â he nods looking at me nervously.Â
âMm, and this was your idea? To have your King up and walking about while heâs clearly in pain?â my voice starting to rise. Who knows what extra damage theyâve caused.Â
âIt was my plan, my Lady.â the clubfoot speaks.Â
âI am no Lady.â I look at him with disgust. âAnd why would you have say over what is best for his health? You seem to only have one leg yourself? Shall I ruin your other and make you walk about the halls?â I walk towards him with darkening eyes.Â
âNo, I-â he stutters stumbling back.Â
âLeave this room. Youâre not to enter again.â my eyes flash to the door and heâs quickly hobbling out.Â
âWhat should we call you?â the woman asks.Â
âY/n. You are the Queen I assume?â my eyes look to her grateful ones.Â
âYes, Alicent. You donât know how much it means to me that you came.â her voice cracks as she looks to her son.Â
âIâll see what I can do. Leave me with the Maester.â I wave them off and they quickly leave the room. âTell me his external injuries.â I look to him as I walk to the Kings side.Â
âAs you can see he has burns.â he murmursÂ
âIndeed, I can heal some of this but he will remained scarred.â I hum ghosting my fingers across the edge of the bed.Â
âHe has a broken leg that weâve set and try to keep elevated.â he adds.Â
âUnless youâre having him walk on said broken bone. How is that productive Grand Maester?â my eyes shoot to his.Â
âLord Larys demanded, I-âÂ
âYou let the clubfoot boss you around? Interesting.â I shake my head. âWhat else of your King?â I sigh.Â
âObviously heâs thoroughly bruised and beaten. I fear thereâs more going on internally. His pain is immense.â he looks down folding his hands.Â
âWhat is his name?â I hum trailing my fingers down his unscathed side.Â
âAegon.â the Grand Maester looks to my hand.Â
âWhere is his dragon?â I ask softly as I can feel the fire within his veins.Â
âHeâs been incapacitated and left at Rooks Rest.â his voice soft.Â
âBring the dragon here. They need each other, especially now. Iâll help them both.â I decide and look up to the Maester.Â
âI will talk to the Prince Regent.â he avoids my eyes.Â
âYouâre scared of him. I am not. I would like to have an audience with him.â Aegon groans below me at my words. âI will meet him alone and not here.â I nod my head to the Maester dismissing him.Â
I look down to the broken King below me and let out a soft exhale. This will be a challenge but I know I can fix this man below me. God knows why they left his dragon. I thought these dragonlords thought them Gods. I bring a stool to the side of Aegons bed and look to him.Â
âCan you speak, Aegon?â I ask softly.Â
âI can.â his voice rough. His lungs are still clouded with smoke and heâll need a mixture to help begin to clear them and loosen what remains.Â
âI will make something to help with your throat and chest so itâs easier to talk. I am here help.â the words taste weird on my tongue but I can see the relief he feels at them.Â
âThank you,â he starts to cough and I feel the rumble in his chest and the expanse of pain.Â
I lay my hand on the smooth side of his chest and release tendrils of magic into him to help alleviate some of the pain. His breathing settles as his watery eye looks to me. The tears that slide down his cheek crack something in me and I pull away.Â
âAre you a God?â his voice shattered.Â
âIâm far from a God.â I let out a small chuckle as I rise.Â
âPlease donât leave me,â his unmarred hand reaches for me.Â
For a reason I donât understand, or refuse to understand, I sit back down on the stool and place his hand in mine. My other hand reaches up and wipes away his flowing tears and he leans into my hand. Healing this man below me is going to take more than I anticipated.Â
âY/n,â the Maester walks through the door. âThe Prince Regent will see you in the council chambers.â I nod my head as I walk to the table and begin writing down a list of herbs and tinctures.Â
âI would like these brought to me. He is not to get out of that bed. If I come back and find him to be standing the person responsible will find themselves indisposed.â the Maester looks at me with wide eyes and nods.Â
I follow a guard down the hall and stairs. This castle is massive and much brighter than Iâm used to. We walk quickly down the halls avoiding anyone. We stop in front of yet another set of double doors which the guard groans open. I step in and the guard leaves me alone with the Prince Regent.Â
âWho are you to summon me?â his voice carries across the chambers.Â
âSee to it that the Kings dragon is brought here with haste.â I look him over as I feel the rage pouring off of him.Â
âYou do not command me.â he says lowly rising from his chair.Â
âNo, the King does. You are simply a second son.â I hum walking to the table further assessing him.Â
âYou will not speak to me like that.â he grabs his dagger.Â
âHave the dragon brought back alive or I will take your other eye before you can even get within range of me.â I say simply and he fumes stepping towards me.Â
I blink and when I open my eyes Iâm back in Aegons chambers. Heâs asleep and I can hear the backup in his lungs. I softly place a hand on his shoulder and send out my magic into his blood stream. The magic in his entangles with mine and it seems to be begging for help. Mine continues on the search for other injuries that will need my assistance.Â
My magic trails over his ribs and shutters. Theyâre bruised roughly and cracked in some spots. It continues to flow down his body and it reaches his broken leg and begins to stich some of itself into the marrow to help assist with mending it back together. He will still need rest and casting to keep it set but it will heal and hopefully quickly.Â
The Maester walks in with a basket and places it on the table. I walk to the basket and dismiss him. I begin to prepare the mixture and sigh knowing itâll taste terrible going down. Once I finish I walk back over to the bed and smooth Aegons hair until he slowly starts to stir. He jumps and I feel his anxiety spike as I continue to comfortingly pet his hair.Â
âThis is going to taste terrible. After a few days of this your voice will be back to normal and your lungs will be cleared.â he nods and lifts his head as I bring the cup to his lips. He gags as he swallows down the mixture and I help him lay back once heâs settled.Â
âIâm having your dragon brought back.â I hum looking down to him.Â
âMy perfect Sunfyre.â he sighs as his eye starts to water again.
âI will help heal him as well. Until he gets here I will focus on your internal injuries first.â I hum sitting back on the stool.Â
The dragon magic is evident in his veins but he needs a dragon connection to help make it stronger and allow me to begin healing his fire related injuries. Those injuries wonât be easy for him to heal and I wonât be able to reverse everything but I will be able to help lessen it.Â
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
Over the past week I have been able to heal his lungs and ribs. He has been talking to me and remaining silent around others. Heâs pleaded with me to not share his progress with anyone. I can tell itâs from fear of someone Iâm just not sure of who yet. Iâve been slowly trying to figure it out but he shuts down when I pry.Â
âIs there any word on Sunfyre?â he asks me this everyday and today I can finally say that I do.Â
âHe shall be within the Red Keep gates within the hour.â I smile to him as his eye lights up.Â
âWill you take me to see him?â he asks sitting up.Â
âI need to assess him first and start his healing too. Your leg still needs to be in a cast and elevated. I donât want the progress weâve made to be for naught.â I pat his hand.Â
âYouâre not frightened by dragons?â he tilts his head.Â
âDo I seem like the kind of person who has fears, Aegon?â I smile down to him.Â
âPlease help him if you can.â his voice soft as his eye pleads.Â
âI will do everything I can.â I nod my head to him before I start towards the doors.Â
âPlease come back when youâre done,â his voice a whisper as his magic pulls out to mine.Â
âYou know I will.â I reply without turning around to him before shutting the doors behind me.Â
I know the dragonlords know nothing of the extent of their magic. His calls to mine so loudly itâs been deafening over the past couple of days. Even now as I exit the main doors of the Keep I can feel it lingering after me. I feel another influx of magic as the gates groan open in front of me as they cart in a golden dragon.Â
âSunfyre.â I breathe out and his eye opens and looks directly to me.Â
The gates shut and the men pulling the cart quickly disperse. I slowly walk up to the dragon and feel the absolute agony this great being is in. I look at his festering wounds and steady my feet. His breathing is labored as he tries to crane his neck.Â
âCalm, Sunfyre. I will need to clean your wounds. I fear theyâve become infected and I will need to deeply inspect them.â I speak softly to the dragon as I approach with outstretched hands.Â
I place my hand on his ripped stomach and almost double over at the pain thatâs overwhelming my magic. I steel my feet beneath me and bring my other hand to join. The wounds begin seeping again as the infection is slowly being pushed out of his body. I remove my hands and stand back to catch my breath.Â
I call for the guards to bring me fresh water basins and cloths. I take a seat on the stone and rest my back against the cart. Sunfyre grumbles from above me and pushes his snout into my shoulder.Â
âAegon lives. Though Iâm sure you can feel that.â I sigh leaning back watching the guards bring me my supplies.Â
I stand and begin to work on cleaning the wounds. The gouges are deep and Iâm surprised that Sunfyre lasted as long as he did. The dragon groans and snaps its jaws as I clean for hours. Once Iâm satisfied the wounds are truly clean I look up and notice itâs not the sun lighting my work but torches as the moon is high in the sky.Â
âBring live feed for him. Along with water.â I instruct and turn on my heel to return to Aegons chambers.Â
âWhere have you been? How is Sunfyre?â his eyes go wide as he looks at the blood on my hands and dress.Â
âHis wounds are cleaned and disinfected. Iâm having food and water brought to him now. Iâm sorry, I didnât realize how long I was gone or I wouldâve sent word.â I sigh as I walk to his bathing chambers in hopes of finding something to wash my hands with.Â
âCall for a servant to make you a bath.â he sits up looking to me with furrowed brows.Â
âI shouldâve washed before I came here. I was just in a rush,â I shake my head at my rambling.Â
âGuards,â he shouts for the first time all week.Â
âMy King,â the guard bursts in the door not having heard his kings voice in well over a week.
âHave a servant come and make Y/n a bath.â he nods to the guard.Â
âAt once.â the guard nods and shuts the door behind him.Â
âAegon,â I start.Â
âA bath is the least I can offer.â he cuts me off shaking his head.Â
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
Sunfyre is restored save for scars. Him and his rider will have that in common. I collect small vials of blood from Sunfyre throughout the week to mix into a poultice for Aegons burns. Sunfyre surprisingly cooperates and has no issues with my poking and prodding.Â
âWhat is this now?â Aegons voice weary as I approach with the blood mixture.Â
âThe most painful part Iâm afraid.â I murmur as I sit on the bed next to him.Â
âWhat does it do?â he eyes the bowl in my hand.Â
âHelp with the burns. It will help heal and lessen them, at the cost of reliving the initial trauma.â I look to him as his eye goes wide.Â
âY/n,â his voice trembles as his unscarred hand reaches for mine. âIâm scared.â a tear slips down his face.Â
âIâm here. You will be safe.â I murmur wiping away his tears.Â
âPlease not all at once.â his voice broken and pleading.Â
âOf course not,â I shake my head. âI want to see if I can at least heal your eye first.â I bring my hand up to cup his scarred cheek.Â
âDo you think you can?â his voice full of hope.Â
âWe shall find out.â I hum.Â
His unscarred hand holds onto mine tightly. I take my free hand and dip my fingers into the blood mixture and hoover it over his closed eye. I softly spread it over the burnt skin and I begin to see it sizzle. His hand squeezes mine and I feel as if my hand is going to break.Â
âIt hurts, it hurts.â Aegon sobs and my heart cracks.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm here, youâre safe.â I try to push my magic into his but his dragon magic is linking with Sunfyres blood blocking out any relief.Â
I slide into the bed next to him and begin to smooth his hair as he continues to squeeze my hand. His sobs are slowly tearing into my soul and I feel absolutely helpless. His breathing starts to slow and his tears stop. I hover above him and look upon his eye. I get off the bed and retrieve a clean cloth and dip it into water. I wipe off his eye and relief washes over me. I push my magic into him and send it straight to his eye. The nerves are starting to repair themselves and I sigh as I feel the last connection.Â
âOpen your eyes Aegon.â I whisper down to him.Â
He blinks his eyes open and a smile spreads across my face. Iâve done it. He has his other eye open and it appears to be moving in sync with the other as if thereâs no issue. He scans the room and his violet eyes land on me.Â
âYouâve done it.â Aegon starts crying. I smile down to him and cup his face.Â
âYouâve done it. It takes a lot of strength to go through that again. You are very strong and brave.â I offer him praise and he begins crying even harder.Â
âCan that heal my entire body?â he looks up to me with watery eyes.Â
âIt could but it would take many moons. It took me a whole week to collect this blood just for your eye.â I look to him biting my lip.Â
âAnd whose blood is that?â he looks to me blinking rapidly still getting used to having both eyes once more.Â
âSunfyres.â I look to the now empty bowl.Â
âHe allowed you to take his blood?â he looks at me quizzically.Â
âIndeed, I have a way with words.â I hum smiling down to him. âAlthough, I do have another way to help you, but me suggesting this may be overstepping and possibly a little insane.â I say hushed biting my lip.Â
âWhat is it?â he hangs on to my every word.Â
Iâve been mulling over this idea since I first saw the broken King. I have heard of many different magics and Gods throughout my years and this is the first time Iâve ever considered seeking them out. Running away with the King of Westeros is absolutely mad but Iâm hoping heâll come with me. Iâm reluctant to admit that Iâve become quite fond of him and wish to take him away from his family.Â
âWe will reside in Bravos as you work to become a part of the Faceless Men Guild. There they will train you on how to become no one. After you succeed, I know of sorcerers in Essos who can conjure a doppelgänger or a clone of sorts that would almost directly resemble you, save for a few features. From here we bring him back to Bravos where essentially you would kill him and take his face and in turn kill your old self.â Aegon blinks at me as he takes in this information and plan.Â
âYou said we? You would stay with me?â he looks up to me as if this is the only factor that matters to him.Â
âI would, if you want me to.â I chew on the inside of my cheek.Â
âFor how long?â he sits up.Â
âAs long as youâd like me to.â I murmur looking to him.Â
âWhy?â he squints his eyes assessing me.Â
âIâve become quite attached to you.â I look to him with raw eyes. âMy magic seems to hum and mold with yours.â I whisper.Â
âMy magic?â he raises an eyebrow.Â
âWe can explore it later once weâre safe.â I nod to him hoping heâll come with me.Â
He starts to rise from his bed and I go to his side. He brushes me off as he stands and strides across the room and Iâm left speechless. He opens his wardrobe and pulls out a bag and begins to stuff clothes and coin into it. He grabs a cloak and pulls it over his shoulders before turning back to me.Â
âLetâs go tonight.â I look at him in shock as he stands before me. âOh, Iâve been practicing at night. I wanted to surprise you.â a small half smile spreads across his face.Â
âYou amaze me.â I shake my head in awe of him.Â
âCome, I know a way where we wonât be seen.â he pulls me to the wall before opening a door to the internal tunnels.Â
âPut both of your hands in mine and close your eyes.â I hum and he grabs my hands quickly.Â
I look to make sure his eyes are closed and I slowly shut mine and picture us on a boat that is to arrive in Bravos within the day. I breathe out and open my eyes as I hear the sea crash onto the wooden ship. Aegons hands clench mine as his eyes open. His eyes go wide as his hands fall from mine as he looks out at the sea.Â
âAre you sure youâre not a God?â he whispers as he turns back to me.Â
âIâm sure.â I smile as I pull him to an empty bench as we watch the sea sway.Â
âWhat of Sunfyre?â he turns to me with worry in his voice.Â
âHeâll most likely follow our magic here and reside in the countryside. Heâll be safe regardless of his decision.â I nod my head assuring him.Â
We sit in silence as the ship hands begin preparing for us to reach the docks. We keep to ourselves so we donât call any attention to ourselves. Once the boat docks we slip off the boat and go into the city to seek shelter for the upcoming moons.Â
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
Weâve been residing a couple blocks from the guild and they were respectful enough of me and my magic to allow Aegon to reside with me and not within the walls. If they wouldnât have allowed it I know he would not have stayed, he is attached to my hip when heâs not training with them. I donât much mind because I enjoy feeling wanted for once.Â
He comes through the door and up the stairs into our main room and pulls me into a hug. He has begun to pick apart my walls and is the first person Iâve allowed to hug me in years, if not decades. I hold him against me and whisper words of praise to him. Everyday we have a routine of me peppering him with compliments and encouragement to get him out of our small apartment and then words of praise and adoration when he comes home.Â
Weâve become very domestic over the past two moons. We started sharing a bed instead of taking turns on the lumpy couch. I cook us dinner while he talks of his training and tasks and I listen dutifully. While heâs gone during the day I venture into the city and make coin by doing easy healing. If I want a little extra coin to buy Aegon his favorite food Iâll cast a couple curses and then make my way to the meat market.Â
âI have my final test tomorrow.â his eyes slide to mine.Â
âAlready?â I look up to him.Â
âI have no issue being no one because Iâve spent my whole life as no one.â he says softly as I feel his sadness.Â
âThen you shall be mine.â the words fall from my lips before I can stop them.Â
âY/n,â he whispers looking to me with glassy eyes.Â
âAegon,â I walk to him and cup his face.Â
âI wish I wasnât so hideous,â he looks up to me as his eyes become red as his tears fall.Â
âI donât think youâre hideous.â I say hushed as I kiss his forehead. I slowly offer him kisses around his face and make sure to pay extra attention to his scarred side.Â
âI donât deserve you.â he shakes his head as tears cascade down his cheeks. âI just want to kiss you and walk around the city with you without everyone feeling bad for you. I want you to see me as the man I can truly be.â his voice cracking as he continues to cry burying himself in my arms.Â
âI see you as the man you wish to be. Your scars have never made me feel any different about you.â I smile smoothing his hair. âIf you truly wish to kiss me, then kiss me.â my words barely audible.Â
He pulls back from me and looks to me. He looks to my lips but shakes his head and looks away. I know heâs fighting an internal battle that I canât help with. He lets out a deep breath and shakes his head and looks to me again.Â
âFuck it,â he shrugs and pulls my lips to his.Â
My magic seeps into his mouth and caresses his. His tongue pushes into my mouth and slides against mine as I sigh. His hand travels to the back of my neck keeping me tightly against him as if Iâll slip away. His other hand wraps tightly around my back and I wrap my arms around him clinging to him. We slowly pull back breathing heavily and he places one last kiss on lips before stepping back and looking me over.Â
âThank you for seeing me as I am.â he smiles to me.Â
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
After Aegon returns the next day heâs beaming at passing. I hug him tightly as I feel his excitement as our next step is approaching. Iâve been storing my magic for us to make this journey to Qarth and have enough for us to make the return back to Bravos. We pack a small bag which is mostly filled with coins should they decide to be greedy. I hold my palms out to Aegon and he places his hands in mine and closes his eyes as he knows whatâs coming.Â
We blink open our eyes in the morning sun as we stand in front of the House of the Undying. A gray man exits the single door and looks directly through me to my magic. Aegons hand is still in mine as he looks on at the strange man.Â
âY/n, itâs been quite awhile.â his voice speaks directly in my mind.Â
âI require a favor.â I ask my voice strong and unwavering.Â
âA new face for your lover?â he looks to Aegon and smiles.Â
âWhat is your price?â I ask aloud.Â
âCome inside, we can discuss this with my counterparts.â we waves us in after him.Â
âDo not accept anything. Let me do the talking.â I whisper lowly pulling him inside with me.Â
As we enter the stone building it completely warps until weâre sanding in front of multiple seated gray men. Their magic is similar to mine but theirs always seems to leave my head reeling. I ground myself and look over them before me.Â
âHow lovely it is to see you again, Y/n.â one of them purrs across the hall.Â
âIâm absolutely delighted to be here.â I look up to them with dead eyes.Â
âCome now, last time wasnât so bad.â the leader of them walks down to stand in front of Aegon and me.Â
âInteresting that you couldnât care less if heâs handsome or not. Youâre doing this for him.â his voice slithers around my ears.Â
âWhat is your price?â I look to him expectantly, unfazed by his words.Â
âWhy canât we talk first? Itâs been so long. Let us have some tea.â he hums as the room warps once more and weâre sitting at a table with a kettle and three cups around us.Â
âDo not drink the tea.â I push Aegons cup away from him.Â
âI hope Asshai and the shadow lands treated you well.â the man smiles with rotted teeth.Â
âIt was a very eye opening experience. I learned many things that only the shadows whisper.â I return his predatory smile.Â
âEnlighten me,â he drawls.Â
My magic slinks out of me and pierces into his corpse of a body. He chuckles lowly as it circles around his heart but it disappears quickly as I delve deeper to constrict around his remaining life force.Â
âYou know what I seek and I shall have it or your eternity will be cut short.â I nod my head to him as my magic begins to encapsulate his magic.Â
âYou have gone where we wonât even tread.â his voice a whisper as his eyes cloud over with blackness.Â
âDo you wish for me to take you there?â I tilt my head.Â
The scene warps around us and weâre back in the hall with the rest of the Undying. They look on as their leader is crumbling to the floor and they all shoot to their feet. Aegon is ever silently sitting next to me watching me in silent awe.Â
âEnough!â they shout and I slowly begin to pull my magic back.Â
âBring him out.â the leader coughs as his breathing simmers.Â
The only features that I see are different about the man walking into the room in front of me is shorter hair and blue eyes. Aegon stands as he approaches and looks to him shaking his head. He turns to me with tears in his eyes and I rise to his side. The three of us link hands and shut our eyes and when we open them we are back in our small apartment in Bravos.Â
âCan I do it now?â he releases my hands as the man with us looks blankly ahead.Â
âBefore you do,â I pull him to me and place my lips on his. âI would be content to spend the rest of my days with you as you are now, Aegon.â I pull back look to him and nod my head.Â
He turns to the man and pulls a knife from his waist. He brings it up and quickly slips it across the manâs neck and helps him ease to the ground. As he rises I look to the scarred man on the ground and begin to trail my eyes up to the man before me. As my eyes travel up to his face I see heâs still focused on his former self on the ground.Â
âHow strange.â Aegon says tilting his head at the body. âI feel so free.â his eyes make their way to mine as I take in his now stormy blue eyes.Â
âYour magic is the same. You are the same Aegon to me.â I wave my hand at the body and it disappears into a black cloud of shadow.Â
He pulls me to the bath room and he stares in the mirror. Heâs touching his face and running his fingers through his hair. For the first time I truly feel his magic settled and content. It rests against mine lulling it. Our eyes lock in the mirror and he turns to me.Â
âDo you like the way I look?â he asks me nervously.Â
âI do.â I reassure him pulling him into a hug.Â
âI can kiss you properly now.â he murmurs into my neck. âMy face wonât feel so rough. Both of my hands will be smooth as they explore every inch of you. I have a full head of hair you can pull on when Iâm buried between your thighs. Men wonât think they can so easily steal you from me.â his words are laced with promises that tear through me.Â
âYou know I didnât care what you looked like before.â I whisper holding him tighter to me.Â
âBut I did. So thank you for helping me.â he kisses my neck softly as I shutter. âI never expected you to do this for me when you walked into my chambers all those moons ago.â he holds me tighter still peppering kisses along my pulse.Â
He kisses up my jaw until he locks our lips together. His hand buries itself in my hair molding me to him. I moan into his mouth and pull him closer to me. My hands trail up to his now short hair and pull it as he groans into my mouth.Â
âI want you, I need you. Please,â he pulls back from my lips and looks to me desperately as I feel his need pulsing around the room.Â
âYou have me.â I nod to him as he attaches his lips back to mine.Â
He walks us out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. He starts to pull off my dress quickly and groans when he takes in my body. His hands immediately roam over my skin as I shiver at his soft touch. His fingertips are hot with his magic thrumming through him.Â
âI just want to touch you.â he says softly as he lays me back on the bed.Â
His hands glide along my curves and he settles above me. He kisses me once more as his fingers dip between my legs. I shutter at his light teasing touches as he chuckles against my lips.Â
âWhy are you still wearing clothes?â I whine as his fingers travel around my core avoiding where I want him.Â
He kisses down my throat and licks across my chest. He sucks a nipple into his mouth as a gasp falls from my mouth. His other hand goes to my other to flick against it until Iâm pushing my chest up into his face. His short hair tickles across my stomach as he dips between my thighs. He kisses my thighs as I try to control my breathing as I watch him.Â
He licks slowly up my slit and my head falls back to the pillow. His tongue spreads my wetness before licking up to my clit swirling around it. He closes his lips around me and begins a rhythm that has me bucking into his mouth.Â
âAegon,â his name falls from my lips repeatedly as my hand snakes into his hair.Â
He groans against me and continues to lick against me. I come on his mouth as he continues at a faster speed before slamming his fingers into me. My legs try to shut around his head and he just chuckles into my core as my legs capture him. His fingers quicken and Iâm moaning like I belong in a pleasure house and he tears more pleasure from me.Â
âIâd be happy to spend the rest of my days here.â he kisses my sensitive bud causing me to shutter.Â
He rises off the bed and I look at him with heavy eyes. He slowly removes his clothes as if heâs taunting me and I sit there and lick my lips patiently. He looks to me with darkened eyes as he strokes himself.Â
âI was worried my cock would be smaller.â he chuckles lowly as I squirm watching him touch himself.Â
He crawls over me and takes my lips for his own. I feel the confidence of his movements and he becomes more sure of himself. He grinds his hips against mine as he slides through my wetness. He lines himself up and pushes into me groaning loudly.Â
I whimper as he starts to move his hips. At first itâs slow and then it turns into the fiery passion like his magic. His hips pound into mine as I cling to him. His lips swallow my moans as kisses me full of teeth and tongue. His hips start to falter as I grind my hips against his.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm not gunna last much longer,â he grunts against my mouth as he chases his pleasure.Â
His magic caresses against mine and I feel hot pleasure wash over me as his warmth begins to fill me. I clench around him while his hips continue to slowly grind into me. He kisses me slowly as he allows us to continue to feel our pleasure. He releases me and lays next to me but pulls me close against him.Â
âI never wouldâve thought I could do that again. I was scared I would have to fantasize about you forever.â he giggles as he starts to pepper kisses across my chest.Â
âAegon,â I whimper as my hand flies to his hair.Â
âDo you want me to grow it out again?â he looks up to me.Â
âWhatever makes you happy,â I hum down at him.Â
âWhat about my eyes? Are you sad they arenât violet anymore?â he searches my eyes.Â
âI love your blue eyes as much as I did your violet ones.â I hum cupping the side of his face.Â
âDo you want to stay in Bravos or should we go somewhere else?â he looks to me.Â
âLetâs decide that in the morning.â I bring his lips to mine once more.Â
âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ âď¸ ââşâââď¸ââ âš âšâââď¸ââşââ
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#aegon x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon the second#aegon ii targaryen#hotd smut#hotd fic#hotd x reader#aegon smut#x reader#x reader smut#got smut#reader smut#hotd fanfic
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Yan! Boyfriend x GN Reader
âđđđđđđđđ - đłđ°đđŹ đˇđđđđđđ đŹđđđđ , NSFW
Yan! Boyfriend who you thought to be a golden retriever only to have him turn into a Doberman the moment you are away from him.
Yan! Boyfriend who is the "all 5 love language combo" for you and you only!
Act of service? Fun, especially when his head is buried into your crotch. That aside, yes he does all those sweet ass stuffs. Anything you think of, he has done it, even to the very most downbad shit you could think of.
Physical touch? PDA if you are into that, else either a hand around your thigh, squeezing them with love or shit ton of pecks.
Words of affection? 'My love looks so gorgeous as usual! What a refined beauty my love is, no wonder I can't stop falling head over heels for you!' And you were on the bed with bad hair, drooling on your pillow.
Gifting? How many gifts have you received today from him? Starting from something little to something large? The most surprising would be him coming home with a pet for you.
"Ta-daaa! You've been saying you want a pet so I think you will like this!"
Quality time? Not a problem for him. He has a lot of time for you. Hm? Work? Better not question him further about it. All that matters is that it's enough to give the two of you more than enough, even allowing the two of you to laze around. (Unlike Yan! Lawyer Husband and Yan! Antagonist who barely has any time for darling pfft-)
Yan! Boyfriend who is practically on his knees like a dog waiting for his treat when you are about to do something â¨ď¸ r o m a n t i c a l â¨ď¸ on him. Say who's a good boy and you could have sworn you saw his non-existent tail wagging excitedly.
"Who's a good boy hm? Who's a gooood boy??"
"Me! Blue! Blue is a good boy!"
Well, at least he is now because he wasn't when you first met him. He's changed a lot just for you, didn't want to disappoint you the next time you see him.
Yan! Boyfriend is the guy who you can really depend on for everything. Financially? Yes. Wanna beat the fuck out of someone? Call him and that person will have a taste of all the martial arts he has learned back then, not to mention he was quite the delinquent back then. Mentally? Yes. He's always there for you, either making it worse or better.
Yan! Boyfriend who likes to show you off to his friends and co-workers so much as though you are his prized possession. The hand that never leaves your waist and the dagger he shot at the people who stared at you for a bit too long are threatening enough to scare them away. Will definitely have a separate chat with them later,
"The fuck you are looking at my love for hm?"
Ignore how their nose is red and bleeding okay? If only Blue was able to do more, he would have had his fist buried into their face even more and harder like in the good ol' days. Has no choice but to be good else someone might rat to you about his behavior again.
Yan! Boyfriend who really likes to sleep on your lap, being able to feel you this close just makes him feel all giddy like a teenager in love. Would litter kisses and licks if you are not wearing anything that covers your thighs.
Yan! Boyfriend who will almost have the same taste in music as yours because he's just like that. Sucking in everything about you and ends up liking it.
Yan! Boyfriend who will vibe with you nonstop. If you are the crack type person, he will just be as crack as you, making people think whether the two of you are high in crack or not. Will always make you feel like it's okay to do anything you want without having to be embarrassed. Too shy to sing? Well, watch him scream his lungs out (Lemon and Grape chilling with ear muffs) and his hand motioning you tag along.
"BABY WON'T YOU LOOOOVEEE MEEEE"
"What do you say we gag him up with the mic?"
"Great, I'll hold him by the neck."
Yan! Boyfriend who really loves watching you sleep. No, he's not a somnophilic bastard like Yulian. He just adores seeing you resting so peacefully. (while Eleanor panicking over darling sleeping)
Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys cooking breakfast for you. You'll wake up greeted with him standing by the kitchen or sitting by the dining table waiting for you to wake up. Hm? If the food has gone cold because you woke up late, he'll just reheat it. Nothing biggie so no need to feel bad about it ^^
Yan! Boyfriend who is always keeping his mental state in check just in case it cracks open the ugly side of him again. He's embarrassed of it yet he is grateful for it because it brought the two of you to meet. Just staying next to you is enough to keep him sane so try not to stray too far from him okay? He might really snap again and the place you once called home might be nothing but ruins.
"Love you... dear."
Yan! Boyfriend who hates being away from you! If his work suddenly requires him to be somewhere away from you, he will bring you along with him! (I might make a chart of the difference for all the LIfE Pro casts)
"Almost feels like a vacation eh? Let's visit this place once I'm done with work love!"
Although he always brings you along, there are times when he'll have to leave you with Lemon or Grape, either asking them to stay with you or you stay over their place.
"Try not to dent his sport car again yeah? He was yapping at me for hours ahaha! I will ask Grape to watch over you as well, she'll do well as your nanny. Hm? Not a little kid anymore? Oh no no, better be safe than sorry. Don't want those nasty ghosts keeping you awake during the night yeah?"
Afternote:
Blue is my second favorite! Yulian has always been the first so no one sees Blue that much... he's just so sweet... although the story he shares with Eleanor tangles everything up...
#LIfE Project#yandere male#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere scenarios#yandere x you#yandere imagines#male yandere#yandere insert#yandere oc#yandere headcanons#yandere works#yandere writing#reader insert#x reader#oc#x gn reader#yandere husband
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A glimpse at your FS



Group 1
Channeled songs : Youtiful - Stray Kids, Mon Amour - GEMINI, Life goes on - AGUSTD Cards : 8 of pentacles, 2 of wands, Temperance, The Wildling, The Outlaw, Love
Lives at a distance from you, cultural differences, likes to travel for fun.
Apogender (doesn't relate to the notion of gender and has no defined gender, doesn't care about what gender people attribute to them) / genderfluid looks / unisex clothing.
Successful at their work place, feels like they can't be themselves at work.
Closed heart chakra, isn't ready to open up to other people.
Longs for deep connections, very sociable but always feels lonely, only has a small number of "friends". Has a very unconventional view of relationships and love or feels like they can't find their match romantically. Feels like an outcast.
Likes to go on long walks, enjoys spending time alone, tends to keep people at arms length.
Chris / Chan from Stray Kids vibes.
Possible meaningful locations : East Asia / Central Asia / Europe / North Africa / Latin America
Developped 5D connection, astral travelling, connecting through dreams or receiving messages from them at night because of time difference.
Very patient in relationships, longs for someone who can understand them but also call them out when needed.
Looks for fun and surprising connections in which they can feel safe and free to be themselves.
They want someone that will be loyal and trustworthy but will keep them on their toes.
Extras : Sagittarius, Gemini, numbers 2/5/8/14, snakes, masks, knives, crosses, blades, cactus, steampunk, boots
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Group 2
Channeled songs : Connected - Bangchan, Comflex - Stray Kids, Lose my breath SKZ version Cards : 2 of pentacles rx, The Star, King of pentacles, The Alchemist, The Seeker, The Explorer
Possible careers / hobbies : arts / influencers / modeling
Well established, possibly famous or at least people in their field look up to them. High status, very experienced.
High level manifestor, high achiever in all areas of life except for love. They have a lot of knowledge and a lot of skills but when it comes to love they're a noob.
Game of Thrones references, especially Jon Snow vibes ("You know nothing Jon Snow").
You are already aware of who they are and they are aware of your existence but they're either ignoring the signs or downright ignoring you. They're not ready and/or they're scared of the connection.
You both have been manifesting this connection. While you are expectant and wanting to move forward with them, they are freaking out because they were not expecting you so soon.
Their energy is all over the place. They're engaged in a lot of projects, events, activities. They don't have time in their schedule to have a love life on top of that.
You throw them off their balance because you're everything they could ever wish for and they were not expecting to be able to have their wish granted, because whether they want to admit it or not this person has been manifesting you and praying for you.
They have a flirty, social butterfly type of energy. They have been indulging in connections, looking out for their person only to find out that they weren't the one. They've done nothing but flirting. They noticed very quickly that this wasn't gonna work so they quickly gave up. They were a busy bee, flying from flower to flower, never really finding their kind of nectar.
They are very spiritual, though they are constantly working on their material life. They receive a lot of downloads from their guides.
A part of them doubts the connection. They feel like it's too good to be true. Also they're too conscious of the differences between you. They're scared of the public opinion.
Extras : letters C/S/T, numbers 2/8/17, wolves, stars, crows, ravens, hands, bracelets and rings, compass, teeth, cranes, Aquarius, difference of status, overseas
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Group 3
Channeled songs : Comflex - Stray Kids, Comfortable - H.E.R, Mon Amour - GEMINI Cards : Underworld rx, destruction rx, Speak truth, knight of cups, queen of swords, The Star
Recently got out of a dark night of the soul / depression.
Is learning to set boundaries and express their truth without fear of being rejected.
Very giving and fair person that only wishes to connect with and love people but life has given them a hard time. They find it hard to believe that people can be genuinely nice to them with no ulterior motive.
They tend to hide their emotional side more nowadays because they're afraid of being taken advantage of. They might be neurodivergent or struggle with ASD.
They are very feminine in their energy. They are deeply connected to their emotions to the point that it can often overwhelm them. They are deeply empathetic and sympathetic. They can sometimes feel other people's pain as if it were their own.
Highly spiritual, highly emotionally intelligent person but also very clever, witty, often sarcastic.
Huge Scorpio vibes.
Will Graham vibes.
Has a hard time being vulnerable with other people, struggles with the notions of intimacy and beauty. Yet, they're extremely beautiful inside and out.
Has a very clear and charming voice. Enjoys singing, chatting about their interests.
Possible careers / hobbies : psychic / healer / doctor / teacher / music / writing poetry / influencer / fishing / research / sharing knowledge
Lives at a distance from you, possibly near an important body of water.
Though they wish for romance, they're not really looking at potential partners and they don't put themselves out there. They're waiting for the right person to just show up out of nowhere, like some kind of white rabbit coming out of a hat.
They have the potential of being a very important public figure, maybe even being super famous but they don't believe in themselves enough at this moment to reach that potential. They're not really interested in fame but I feel it is part of their destiny. They're on their way to manifest greater success.
Alice in Wonderland vibes, only they're the Mad Hatter when people think they're the innocent and naive "little girl" chasing after rabbits. People tend to underestimate their power.
Extras : Gemini, Aquarius, letters C / S, numbers 8/17, long hair, water, owls, hands, scars, wings, crosses, cranes, horses, swords, long and flowy dresses, jewelry
#pick a card#pac reading#future spouse pac#love pac#just-a-ghost#tarot reading#oracle cards#shufflemancy
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Maestro of Your Heart: Pulling On Your Heartstrings đť
Watch me do a side chassĂŠ, a sweet pliĂŠ Now we gon' be the maestro of your heart
When weâre in a romantic relationship, we sometimes wonder how weâre so affected by our partners, and of course, we wonder if we are also capable of pulling the strings in their hearts, wondering if they are comfortable and trust us enough to let us be the maestro of their hearts.
Close your eyes and meditate on this topic. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once youâve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.
Pile 1 - Pile 2
Pile 3 - Pile 4
Disclaimer: This is solely for ENTERTAINMENT purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesnât resonate, itâs okay to just drop it. Also, I do not consent to my work or images being used by third parties on this platform or other websites as well.
Decks used: Crossing Star Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self-made lyrics deck.
Pile 1 đź
One card to symbolise you: The Tower
Youâre currently going through something, and this message is loud and clear. However, Iâm not seeing much worries? The waves are huge but youâre taking the chance and surfing on it instead of swimming your way to land. Iâd say that itâs because of a certain confidence thatâs in you, where youâre secured enough that the storm will die and youâll still be safe no matter what happens. You have heard, seen or any other forms of receiving messages from your guides and the Universe, that things will pass and youâll still be safe. You have that faith, and you let that voice guide you through the chaos and broken promises that are happening around you. For some, you may not be the one falling from The Tower, but are the spectators as youâve heard of the warning messages and heeded them, leaving the danger zone soonest. You may be looking at the others who are struggling right now and wonder how to help them, if you should be helping them. There can be quite a few different situations and circumstances, but either way, I do not feel much chaos or pain from this card. This card is more of a statement than a description.
One card to symbolise your person: The Hanged Man
Your person reminds me of a cat, inquisitive and curious. They wonât swat every single thing on the counter down, but will take it up, observe closely, and may accidentally break it. They may have a tendency to get into certain unexpected situations, but they are very well capable of getting themselves out of them too. Theyâre capable of looking at situations from various angles, but they just have a habit of accidentally saying something that sides with one of the conflicted parties. It just extends further and he just gets his hair tangled on all sides to make sure that things are âfairâ (same amount of pros and cons for both sides). Yet, pairing the energy of Venus and Neptune, your person feels very⌠Aesthetically dreamy. No, not in physical appearance, but the general vibe of them. Thereâs a soft charismatic energy that they have, which makes you feel like you want to nurture them. They donât quite need it tho, despite how they look. Theyâre capable of masking themselves softer than they are so that the people around them will lower their guards down easier.
1. What power do you have over your person? - Six of Swords
You do not put yourself into situations. You weigh, judge, contemplate the various issues thatâs going on around you, and youâre capable of detaching yourself from things that can put you at a disadvantage. For example, you know that your neighbour needs help. You donât mind helping it once or twice, but you also know that your neighbour will be leaving the house often and will continue to ask for your assistance constantly (based on past observations). With that in mind, you chose to not offer to help them out. You would think youâre just making a rational decision by weighing the pros and cons, but not your person. Your person would think that itâs natural to help those that are in need, and they can be upset over it. The main theme would be detachment and isolation, where you have the ability to just avoid the murky waters, or not step into the waters at all. You may also be able to get over certain emotional related issues quicker than your person. This will make your person feel bad that theyâre still âtrapped in the past painâ while youâve already âmoved onâ. I put them in quotation marks cuz this would be their thoughts, but not what actually is.
2. What power does your person have over you? - Four of Pentacles
My first thought from seeing it is that your person may be frugal, financially or skill wise. Letâs say that you want to get a technician to fix something, theyâll be like âI know how to fix itâ or âI know someone, lemme get them, they owe me one anywaysâ, and thereâs a 50-50 chance where theyâll mess it up or not get the problem fixed on time. Your motto would be if money gets the thing done, youâll spend the money. But not them. Theyâll be fixing things, preparing home cooked food when you mentioned youâre in the mood for a buffet. You know that itâs not something to be blamed, that being frugal is helpful in the long run where you guys can save up more. However, there are just times where you want to splurge on yourself, where you want to see physical and material gifts. To you, itâs something that you can see and feel, itâs something of monetary value. There will be frustration here from time to time, and youâll need to work on balancing emotionally and getting your point across.Â
3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Five of Wands
I would say that conflicts and/or arguments can be pretty frequent in your relationship. You guys are used to your own set of values and rules, finding the other personâs set of values questionable and not aligning with yours. This is definitely due to the different upbringings you both have (family and society play a role here, yes). Every disagreement can spark fights, but some can be debates. Fights happen because of anger and how much you want to be heard; while debates happen because you want to persuade the other person to see things from your point of view. No matter the reason, you need to understand that the main outcome from this is to arrive at a common ground, to understand what are the things or issues you two need to compromise and get used to.
4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Page of Wands rx
You two need to⌠Grow up. You both will face failures, may it be with your personal projects, career, or even conflicts or feelings of dejection throughout the relationship. There will be moments where you both may feel that the relationship isnât worth the struggle and anger. However, as you explore and dive into introspection, you will realise that both of you will continue to have issues with other partners as the root cause (family or childhood trauma) have not been resolved, allowing past patterns to repeat themselves. This would definitely be unpleasant news, but itâs not too scary where youâd pick flight over fight. By being more focused and decisive, as well as understanding your loving habits and expectations in a romantic relationship, you two will be able to grow stronger together. There are themes of renewal and loyalty here, where you two will learn to trust the right people, be loyal to the right people.
5. What can you two achieve together? - The Hermit
The Hermit is one of my favourite cards in this deck, where beautiful flowers grow and bloom from the wounds. It signifies that you two are still able to create new love, new beginnings, new passion from the wounds of your battles. Those battles, may they be with your family; with your past; with your loved ones, have transformed you into a better person, into a stronger person. You two have learnt to not leave the other person, to not let them feel even a speck of loneliness, as you have gone through that personal hell yourself. You two have gotten wiser, kinder, and more patient towards each other and towards yourself. It has been a long journey, but you will notice that the load gets lighter with every step taken as you cleanse yourself throughout the way.
6. The core values in this relationship: Justice rx, The Moon
Fairness is one of the main themes that you both will need to learn and implement in your daily lives. There is a tendency for you two to be biased towards each other, allowing them to overstep your boundaries. You may think that âtheyâre the love of my life, they can do whatever they wantâ, but it doesnât work that way. Sometimes, your person will do something that reminds you of a past trauma. If you do not say or do something about it, your person may continue doing it in the future, and it would not be helpful for you as you slowly associate your person doing something new as hurting you. Setting healthy boundaries as you explore the options will help the relationship flourish. For some reason, Iâm feeling that you two can be overwhelmed by the other person easily. The balance of emotion and solitude will be something practiced within the relationship as well. Itâs not that you donât trust them or you feel uncomfortable with them, but more of retreating into your bed and doing your favourite pastime activities to wound yourself down from the excitement of the date. You both know intuitively when itâs time for you to go back into your shell as you recharge and let yourself be prepared for better things to come tomorrow. (Most of you may be introverts, which is why solitude and alone-time is required.)
Overall energy: The Devil, Eight of Wands, Strength
Thereâs a daredevil vibe here, where you or your person are interested in trying a bunch of new things in life, thinking it would be a waste if you do not enjoy life. You guys may be travelling or are in travel, as there are energies of constant movement here. You do not worry about whatâs going on, what will happen in the future, as you know that the Universe plans well for you, that everything happens according to the right timing. From what Iâve gotten in this reading, your main challenge will arrive when you meet your person, as you push each other to be better. All the best during then.
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One card to symbolise you: The World rx
The first thing Iâm picking up here is that you have an impatient energy within you where you like starting projects even though your body is tired or you have unfinished projects currently. The cards were impatient and quite a few flew out, which I believe talks about the impulsivity and slightly annoyed energy you have towards yourself and everything around you. Thereâs a need for you to be able to control a certain aspect of your life, and youâre just⌠Unable to hold it firm in your hand. Change is often present, and itâs either things are changing around you or youâve decided to be the catalyst of change. However, that change is external, as youâre still quite in your comfort zone where you are unwilling to move out. You can change people and/or some things, but those donât apply to you. Some of you may have Earth placements or Saturn as one of your dominant planets.
One card to symbolise your person: The Empress rx Â
For some reason, I see this as⌠Your personâs someone whoâs not very in tune with their emotional side. I need to emphasise that the word Iâm using here is âin tuneâ. Theyâre someone who knows about their emotions and feelings towards things, issues and people. But, theyâre unable to understand and work together with those emotions to reach an answer or a conclusion to reach an action goal. MBTI wise, itâs giving me the vibe of an inferior Fi function, where theyâre unable (or to a certain extent, unwilling) to explore and express their emotions. Thereâs a lack of softness and gentleness they have towards themselves, but theyâll do their best to provide for you. Iâm seeing some patterns of anxious attachment style, where they would want to do whatâs good for you but are afraid that theyâll disappoint you, causing you discomfort as theyâve been debilitated in the past. With the gentle energy of the Empress, theyâre working on it bit by bit.
1. What power do you have over your person? - Five of Wands rx
For some reason, Iâd say that you have a certain stronghold over your words and actions that can affect your person. The first thought I had when I saw this card was âcold warâ, where you two donât speak to each other, or you just choose to shut down and not communicate your thoughts to your person. Iâm not saying that you will do this, but if you ever subconsciously do this (shutting down, unwilling to communicate), the damage youâll be delivering is going to be much stronger than you or your person expected. They may experience similar issues in the past and have handled it appropriately, but if itâs you, youâre able to mess it up real bad. However, if you use that energy and engage in active conflict and resolve them, youâll be able to benefit the relationship as you understand each other better through conflict, removing the tension as you two work things out together. You need to know how impactful you are towards your person, and to not use it to hurt them. You can build them, and you can break them, and please, for the love of God, DO NOT be proud of it. Be cautious, be loving, be patient, and be gentle.
2. What power does your person have over you? - Eight of Wands
Weirdly, the first thing Iâm feeling is that⌠Your person can be more comfortable on the financial side as they may be the main person who provides travel related assistance. They may work in fields that require them to travel a lot and hence, able to bring you along on their trips. Or with how frequent theyâve travelled, they have saved up a bunch of mileage points and can use them to bring you around. So letâs say, you guys got into an argument, they can very much easily cancel whatever trip theyâve been planning to bring you with. That kind of power. In which, it will also affect your mood and emotions, especially if youâve made a bunch of plans and suddenly theyâre all gone. However, Iâm seeing that theyâre a gentle person, so I donât think theyâll be doing something like that. Still, thatâs what theyâre capable of providing, thatâs their power over you.
3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Five of Pentacles rx
Financial views is something Iâm picking up immediately. You two are probably prone to being career driven, which allows you two to be able to earn and contribute financially. However, how you two view money and use them can be different. For example, one of you would use it for trips (huge spending at once) and the other would use it for everyday life (fine dining once a week, or gatherings with friends often). This will bring upon disagreements and sometimes, even arguments, as you two have not properly talked things out and arrived at a middle point, where both sides compromise equally. There may also be a chance where one person earns more than the other, and the one with a lower income may feel imbalance and not know how to stand on equal grounds with the one who provides more, creating internal conflict and not resolving it. They may also end up more dependent and the codependency may worsen with time. It is very important for both sides to recognise this and to work together to resolve this crisis.
4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Judgement rx
Iâm seeing healing and growing, and then transforming bit by bit throughout the journey together. Itâs a process that will take a long time, but you two are patient in it because you two know that results are guaranteed and it would be worth it. You two are very goal driven (or at least, one of you are, and the other is willing to go along with it). Instead of working on something that may or may not work, you two are more prone towards doing things that have a secured outcome, taking calculated risks. Thereâs quite some brain energy going on here, making me wonder if you guys are more earth or air dominant. With that in mind, you two decided that this relationship is worth investing, and hence, work towards it. You two are willing to work through them, opening up yourselves to inspiration, allowing inputs from others and growing together. This pile gives me the feeling that you guys will go for courses together and work through the hurt and pain. Something like couple counseling? Or going through some seminars to understand each other better. You guys are willing to put in the effort as you recognise the importance of communication (through the hard way, probably from your family).
5. What can you two achieve together? - Two of Wands
You two can go far, not just achievement, but also building your life far from your trauma, building something new together. You guys build something totally new, and may constantly come up with something new to keep the relationship fresh. This card gives me the feeling that you are looking at the future together as you have the (your) world in your hands. Whatever difficulties youâve gone through in the past made you stand up, and this time, youâre not standing up alone. Your person will be there to pull you up, and youâll be there to pull them up too. You guys donât necessarily throw yourselves into challenges as they present themselves to you guys through shared decisions made. You guys also learn to accept the various downs that have resulted from the shared decisions, and learn to live with them by looking at them in a positive light. Something like learning from mistakes and knowing whatâs not good for both of you. For example, you guys went for a buffet for a date night and realised that one has an allergy towards one particular food. Going for the buffet is a shared decision, the challenge faced would be going to the hospital due to an allergic reaction, looking at it differently would be you guys now know what should not be added onto the list of food. Instead of going âIâm sorry that this date ended up bad because of my allergyâ, it would be âhey at least we know that we should not have this for our next dateâ.
6. The core values in this relationship: The Sun, The Magician rx
Thereâs a bright surge of energy here, where you two will feel childlike wonders and enthusiasm, learning more about them and yourself. Itâs like⌠Thereâs a feeling of victory here, where you grow from your pain and reach the throne youâve always aimed for. You guys focus on keeping the relationship young, if that makes sense. Instead of letting that romantic love turn into family love along time, you both make an effort in doing romantic gestures and continue to be in that zone of falling in love over and over again. You guys will be creative too, as you come up with new ideas of constantly learning about each other, from each other. Iâm also seeing that your preference for certain things may change throughout the relationship. For example, you used to not like strawberry, but your person likes it, and you slowly learnt to enjoy it too. And⌠Hmmm⌠For some reason, you two may be a little too smart. I feel that you two may be Mercury dominant, or have Aquarius, Gemini or Virgo placements. Thereâs a lot of words and thoughts, instead of feelings and tears. You guys can be a little rigid at times, and Iâd say, one of your main themes in this relationship is to learn how to work together to create something together (working for it or manifesting it with actual effort). Thereâs a lot that you need to work on, yourself especially, where you work with your dreams and your spiritâs energy to reach your highest good. You both will need to open yourselves to new possibilities and welcome new beginnings into your lives.Â
Overall energy: The Moon rx, Five of Cups rx, The Chariot rx
Some of you may be going through some difficulties at the moment, especially in terms of emotion regulation. You may be experiencing pain, or despair that cannot be immediately resolved. You may also be experiencing fears, especially fears of failure (failing your expectations towards yourself, returning into a state you thought youâve finally grown out from, etc). Allow yourself to slow down as you tread on this path. Remember, every step you take is on a new path, no matter how familiar it looks. Allow yourself to fall, allow yourself to take some rest before you run again. Be kind to yourself, and youâll be able to move from the old to the new easier. Help will come to you, be patient and accept it with an open heart.
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One card to symbolise you: The Hierophant
My first thought from seeing this card is that youâre⌠More inclined to the traditional values of how you were brought up with. It may not be your familyâs traditional values, or the societyâs traditional values. Itâs more of⌠A certain concept, Iâd say. For example, marriage is supposed to be between two people (monogamous), and you may have difficulties in understanding and/or accepting the concept of polyamorous relationships. Another example could probably be youâre a huge advocate of home cooked food as outside food is all MSG and unhealthy, which is a value thatâs pretty much found in Asian families (âWe Have Food At Homeâ by Mom). These are just examples, but if you ask yourself deep, you do know that itâs talking about you, and you donât really listen to other people who say otherwise.
One card to symbolise your person: Temperance
If anything, Iâd say that your person is someone whoâs very in tune with themselves. I would also say that theyâre a person who constantly renews themselves and to make sure that their information is not outdated. Theyâre very welcoming to new details, but they also are rather selective, which is a plus point for anyone who sees things from a lot of aspects, making them a rather balanced and critical person. If it took you long for you to meet your person, itâs because theyâve been working on themselves to be at the right place to meet you. For some of you, your person may be your soulmate, where youâre comfortable enough to confide in them on various things.
1. What power do you have over your person? - The Tower rx
Iâd say that youâve gone through quite a lot of significant changes in your life, where you grow from your pain and challenges in life. But also, this can appear threatening to your person as youâre used to chaos in your life, and your person may not be so. Something that appears dangerous to them may be nothing to you, and how you react to it will make them feel belittled, as though youâre not from the same world. I would say that this also stems from the various family values you two have gotten and grew up with. Thereâs also themes of imprisonment, where your person may be used to keeping themselves in check so as to not create discord or discomfort, but you are more⌠âI couldnât give a damnâ kinda attitude, which may make them feel lesser than you. To them, their way of expressing affection is by sacrificing themself for your comfort. Letâs say, theyâre more interested in watching movie A, but you prefer to watch movie B. Theyâll watch the movie you want with you without you knowing their preference. However, you may be more towards the type of âYou shouldâve spoken up! Why not, you watch movie A, while I watch movie B by myself or with a friendâ. To you, you think youâre resolving the conflict by âWatching what we both wantedâ, but to them, they may see it as âyouâre not willing to spend time with meâ kinda thing, and they may feel that theyâre unable to catch up with you in terms of the values in the relationship.Â
2. What power does your person have over you? - Page of Pentacles rx
Weirdly, Iâm seeing this as your person may be younger than you, or may be less experienced than you in terms of career and finances (they may have gotten into their desired field of work later in their life). With this, it creates a disparity or conflict where youâll need to compromise with them more. To you, you may feel that theyâre more of a responsibility than of a lover. Itâs like⌠You love them, thatâs why you feel the need to compromise certain dreams of yours. For example, youâre aiming to go for an overseas trip together in June. However, they have a training session that they need to attend, and you chose to cancel the trip instead of going alone cuz âit feels offâ. Itâs not like theyâre doing this on purpose, but sometimes, their presence may make you wonder if youâre doing enough for them or not. You may also feel a lack of worth when you stand by their side, as you notice their potential to flourish into a King/Queen, and youâre not sure if youâll be equals during then.
3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Seven of Cups
The first thing Iâm picking up here is that thereâs a lot of daydreaming here. A lot of âwhat ifâs and a lot of fantasy painting. Itâs like⌠Thereâs an expectation of plans to fail and you guys can go âa lil bit of daydreaming isnât badâ. The image I have in my head has two people sitting together on a bean bag (young energy), leaning into each other and discussing plans of wedding and fun activities to do, and then leaving that as plans and not doing anything about it. There may be a hint of leaving future things for a future you to handle kinda energy. Alternatively, the daydreaming may shadow faults and shortcomings. Thereâs a tendency to paint everything pink or look through them through rose tinted glasses. There are a lot of hints and issues there, but you tend to focus on the prettier items and ignore the more serious questions. It will take quite a lot of time and problems to happen for you to break the bubble and to recognise the issues at hand. The lack of action is highlighted here, as well as impulsivity of choosing flight over fight. This may also be due to the power or financial imbalance existing in the relationship.
4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Nine of Pentacles
Surprisingly, Iâm seeing you two grow individually. Like, you guys go through the life lessons together, but instead of growing together as a couple, you two grow individually, as your own person, and couple together. The best example I can think of is where oneâs an accountant and the otherâs a painter, where your knowledge is different, but you guys improve in whatever youâre doing and still enjoy cooking together. You guys work and support each other throughout the journey, helping the other person to invest and grow into the best version of yourself. You guys also learn to communicate more to assure the other person that theyâre not being left behind, that all the effort right now is worth it in the future. There are a lot of future related themes in this card, may it be building the future together, having a common goal for the future together, or building a new self together. Individuality is very important for you guys, and Iâm seeing less of a compromise for each other. For you guys, itâs 1(you) + 1(them) = 1(you) + 1(them) + 1(a future built together). Hopefully this makes sense.
5. What can you two achieve together? - Four of Wands
Iâm seeing here that your life together will be very pleasant. You guys are capable of building a home together once youâve gone through the challenges, learning more about the buttons of each other and knowing which to push at the right time. Honestly speaking, thereâs less of a âtrial and errorâ kinda vibe in this relationship, but more of âoiling the cogsâ here. This card is giving me harmony and happiness, as well as a beginning together, may it be engagement, marriage, or partnership. Thereâs also some form of balance and groundedness here, so if you or your person was flighty or emotional, you will be more toned down and will be able to look at the earthly sense too.
6. The core values in this relationship: The Hanged Man rx, Wheel of Fortune rx
Iâm hearing stubbornness here for the both of you. You two are used to your own ways, your own values as you two grew up together, which definitely lead to you two growing individually. You both have experienced stagnation and detachment in the relationship, and effort has been made for you two to evolve and find a comfortable point for each other. Thereâs a lot of things to evaluate and work together. Assessing the situation, understanding the phase of the relationship where youâre at would be beneficial. A lot of accepting is needed as you two understand that certain things cannot be compromised, where you two decide to do them differently. For example, oneâs a vegetarian and one requires meat protein, and so, you guys choose to not settle for each other's diet by preparing different sets of cutleries and cooking utensils. Different fridges may be prepared too, but if it works, it works. You guys learn to challenge each otherâs comfort zones as well as your own, oil the cogs as you find something that works for you both. The lessons are slowly learnt, and once youâve gone through them, your relationship will prosper.
Overall energy: The Empress rx, Death rx, The Chariot rx
Thereâs a lack of gentleness going on. For some reason, it can be finance or love related, such as lack of self-love, worrying about financial issues, etc. Basically, anything thatâs Venusian themed. Thereâs a period of change, a period of transition that youâre going through right now, and Iâm seeing that you may be lost, not knowing which step to take. Do not push or rush yourself through things right now, as Destiny is realigning itself for you at the moment. Have faith that youâre the co-creator of your life and destiny, and that you will still be able to write your story however you want it. This may be a challenging period in your life, but things will work out as you pick yourself up, nourish yourself and prepare for the upcoming battles. This will be a solo battle, so make sure youâre kind to yourself, make yourself a warm meal (or warm meals) as you move yourself back into action.
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One card to symbolise you: The High Priestess rx
Iâd say that youâre someone whoâs losing touch of your spiritual side. Not to put it in a bad way. Itâs just a reminder that you should tune into spirituality from time to time. A bunch of things have been happening to you and around you, where itâs completely natural and equally important for you to focus on whatever thatâs going on externally. However, take some time to perhaps pull a card or two if you do tarot, or meditate and listen to your higher self. Make spirituality a part of your daily life, let your hands feel the running water as you feel it taking away your tiredness and emotional impurities. Find the discomfort, acknowledge it, and let it be cleared out from your system.
One card to symbolise your person: Temperance
My first thought when I see this card is that your person has a balanced air and earth and water energy here. Itâs an energy that Iâm very comfortable with, where theyâre grounded and yet able to resonate with you in terms of emotions, and theyâre smart and comfortable with who they are. This is a very assured person, knowing what they want and how to achieve it. For some reason, it feels like they enjoy cooking or making comfort food for the people they care for. Your person may also be your soulmate, and theyâre pretty much educated with a lot of things, or theyâve been involved in various projects and activities and hence gaining the knowledge and experience of life. They may have a mysterious side to them as well đ
1. What power do you have over your person? - Five of Wands
Similar to Pile 2, you have this card here to signify the power you have over your person. However, Pile 2 is more passive aggressive while yours is more⌠Actively aggressive. You do not think twice about your words and can be rather blunt with how you express yourself. For some reason, Iâm seeing that it may be due to you having some sort of insecurity over yourself and the relationship, or you may have some inferiority complex where you do not see yourself worthy of this relationship. I need to emphasise a little that itâs not your words thatâs the power you have over your person, but the mentality of you not thinking yourself highly (or as high as they see you) that can drive your person up the wall. Itâs the chain reaction that will make your person feel powerless, not knowing how to help you and to show the world to you, that there are better things in life and that youâre worth so much in their hearts.
2. What power does your person have over you? - Page of Wands rx
Your person is very adamant in communication, if that makes sense. They are vocal and more structured in their speech, and will not stop the conversation there until you fully understand what they mean. This card feels⌠Not young. Your person has been through quite a number of things in their life and have learnt to communicate effectively, making sure that their needs are heard, and knowing what they need to do. For some reason, Iâm also seeing charms? They may be quite charming, good with their words, fulfills the typical definition of success, and people may be drawn to them. That may also be the reason why youâre insecure, since theyâre pretty charismatic themselves.Â
3. What can be possibly toxic or problematic between you two? - Page of Cups
For some reason, Iâd say that you two can be fairly new or fresh in relationships, not having dated much before, or this can be your proper first love. Thereâs a tinge of inexperience here, something like a young love, where you two tend to experiment much on the various aspects of a romantic relationship. You two may be prone to doing fun activities a lot, hence, ending up not talking much about the practical aspects of a relationship, for example, marriage and responsibilities. This card talks about heightened intuition as well, where one or both of you may be relying only on intuition or gut feeling, and not communicate with each other more. Like⌠You should be discussing with your person when youâre making plans. Yet, you just decided to go with Plan C because your gut feeling tells you so. Even though they may be free during then, communication and discussion is still important so that they are heard.Â
4. How can you two transform/evolve together? - Four of Swords rx, The Hanged Man rx
Iâm seeing that you two will be resting together first. You two have been fighting different personal battles, and when youâre done, you guys will be resting together as you recuperate. This pile kinda gives me the feeling of bonding through trauma. Itâs through the pain and exhaustion that you learn better about yourself and your person, where you guys learn the importance of the balance of body, mind and soul. You both learn to let go of things that are not within your control, let go of things that are pulling you down. There are themes of releasing pain here, and also releasing guilt. Like,,, youâre holding onto a fault youâve done years ago, and not letting yourself free from it, forever beating yourself up over That One Thing youâve done when you were a teenager. The same may be for your person as well, and you two just learn to let the past remain in the past. You will need to expand your horizons, and let yourself try things you never had the chance to mess around with. Throughout this period of time, you both also learn about the tendency of being apathetic towards your own pain (you think that your pain is nothing; they think that their pain ainât much worth mentioning). Detachment towards your emotions is a thing, making you stuck in the past. Your inner child is not healed, and this would be something you and your person will be working on, to find ways to heal yourselves, enjoying the world with its gifts for you. Youâll learn how to nurture the people around you, but starting from yourself. Itâs like⌠Two wounded small animals hiding under a shade as they licked each otherâs wounds. That, but things are promised to be better.
5. What can you two achieve together? - Strength rx, The Hanged Man rx
The Hanged Man rx extends towards this card, symbolising that by breaking past habits and treating yourself kindly, only then youâll be able to grow stronger together. The topic and lessons about inner self will follow here as well, and may be a lifelong theme where you constantly need to nurture yourself and each other to flourish. The strength you both will gain will be inwards, where you are more gentle towards yourself, more forgiving of yourself, bandaging the wounds that your inner lion has caused. Your passion, desires and anger is the inner lion in you, and youâll be learning to keep it in check once you understand them and accept them. Imagine going through the five stages of grief, and it ends with acceptance. Thatâs when you learn to live together with it as part of you. Remember that strength comes in gentleness too, and that to accept your vulnerability takes a lot of strength, energy and effort. I would also add that once you are at this stage, youâll be able to combat self-inadequacy and doubt, learning to trust yourself and your partner. Itâs a constant growing process, but you have each other to support and help throughout this journey. Together, your strength can be limitless.
6. The core values in this relationship: The Hanged Man rx, The Sun
The Hanged Man rx appeared again. Iâd say that one of the core values in this relationship is to learn to open up and accept the emotions (the happy ones and the not so positive ones) youâve been feeling. You or your person, or perhaps the both of you have had a difficult childhood growing up, where you guys have learnt to repress the various feelings for you to function. In this relationship, opportunities will open up via challenges (discussions, disagreements, compromises, failed plans, etc.), and you two will need to learn to release the pain and anger. From there, the relationship will continue to renew and become stronger, and you two will also be able to heal at your own pace. Iâm seeing that one of you may have been working on it earlier than the other, and the one whoâs more experienced in self-healing will be able to help the other. Followed by healing comes The Sun thatâs hiding behind the rainy clouds. Another core value that Iâm seeing here is that you two will learn to enjoy the small and big happiness in your life. Celebration is the theme here, where you two will learn about appreciation and gratitude, growing along the way to celebrate the small and big wins, achievements and building up self-worth along the way. Iâm seeing you celebrating for them when they get a pay raise, and them throwing a celebration (or a romantic dinner/gesture) for you when you achieved your goal of maybe not self-deprecating for a whole month.Â
Overall energy: The Tower, Death rx, The Emperor
There are quite some strong energies here, both you and your person. You guys are still fighting personal battles and are at the significant stages of your lives, where a split decision can contribute to different outcomes. Thereâs an energy of autonomy here, where youâre fighting to gain back control over yourself, your identity, and you learn to break free from the cocoon thatâs binding you. Things are difficult, values you believed in may start to break down, making you doubt if youâre even doing the right thing. Rest assured as youâll be seeing messages and signs around you. Your guides and the Universe will be dropping you signs, and youâll know youâre on the right path. Know that youâre beloved and guarded, take the chance and go for whatever it is youâre fighting for.
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prince!carlos x noblewoman!reader au
(part 2)
as the daughter of a lord, you had a duty to your family to enter into an advantageous marriage. you had always been beautiful, attracting many suitors over the years, but none who had caught your specific interest. what you didnât know was that you had caught the eye of the very handsome, and very eligible, prince of the kingdom.Â
prince!carlos who sees you across the room at a ball, enraptured by your striking beauty. he is drawn to you magnetically, abandoning his conversation with his father, the king, to pursue you across the room. he pushes through the lords and ladies on the dance floor, craning his neck to pinpoint you in your baby blue dress. he is finally able to approach you, bowing his head to you respectfully. he asks for a dance and you graciously accept, too shocked to do anything else.Â
prince!carlos who writes you letters after that night at the ball, inquiring more about your interests. he delights in receiving your replies, penned with swirly script and light strokes of ink. he sent gifts to your family home based on what you wrote in your letters. dozens upon dozens of bouquets of lilacs which you explained were your favorite, boxes of books to expand your personal library which you spent hours upon hours in, and a stunningly beautiful woven basket since you mentioned picnicking was how you spent your sunday afternoons. it was refreshing to receive this type of attention, as most previous suitors were only concerned with your beauty and the connections of your family. no one had ever tried this hard to capture your affection.Â
prince!carlos who arrives at your estate to ask your fatherâs permission to court you, even though he technically doesnât need it. he wanted to make sure he was obeying by all the rules of polite society, even though his status as the prince omitted him from many of these formalities. he respected you and your family, and didnât want to make you feel lesser than. your father heartily gave his consent, pleased at the princeâs chivalry as well as his own luck. carlos hurried out to where you waited in the garden, capturing you in his warm embrace as you held each other happily.Â
prince!carlos who took you horseback riding on the palace grounds for some bonding time. you both shared a love for animals, especially your horses. you raced through the trees on your mare, not minding how the branches ripped holes in your dress or how the whipping wind mussed your hair, looking back ever so often to see carlos chasing you with a grin.Â
prince!carlos who eagerly introduced you formally to his parents, the king and queen, after a few weeks of courting. they were delighted to meet you and agreed with him, in secret, you would make a wonderful princess and future queen to the realm. they welcomed you with open arms to the family, making you feel like you truly belonged. he took you around on a tour of the castle, introducing you to all the staff you would sure be seeing again soon if things kept going the way they were. he walked you through the halls with his hand on the small of your back to guide you, respectful but intentional.Â
a/n - carlos gives such chivalrous prince vibes i love him. part 2 will be more nsfw, but rn i'm obsessed with writing cute stuff!
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