#pls enjoy I hope someone besides me actually enjoys it lol

[melonlthawne]

POV- you’re an axolotl and a weirdly shaped baby shark has become your new best friend . tank view and outside view bc the baby Bart shark costume was too cute not to actually use

[gardenwons]

NERDY AND NASTY

SYNOPSIS maybe making a nerd beg for your forgiveness was your kink? And maybe making you beg was also his?

PAIRINGS nerd!heeseung x popular!reader

WARNINGS smut with plot(?), switch!heeseung, making out, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, size kink, praising, somewhat insecure heeseung, hint at future 3some

A/N 8k+ words heavily inspired by all the nerd fics *leeechin and her loser!hoon pls.. im currently reading and eating up, loser!hee is long overdue at this point needed to make him a priority lol also super sleepy so not proofread

“I really don’t think you should go through with this. You’ll chew him up and spit him out,” Wonyoung whispered in your ear, her eyes flicking toward the guy a few seats ahead of you.

You hadn’t been paying attention to class for the past two hours, too busy eyeing Heeseung—lanky, messy hair, big glasses that slipped down his nose as he furiously scribbled notes. Something about the way he muttered to himself and hunched over his textbooks made you wonder what he’d be like when things got... intimate. You found yourself biting on your bottom lip and grinned.

“Do you think he’s a virgin?” you whispered back to Wonyoung, ignoring her warning.

She giggled softly. “Maybe. But even nerds have game these days. Might as well find out.”

“I swear, Y/N is staring at you,” Jungwon whispered excitedly, nudging Heeseung’s arm for what felt like the hundredth time. Heeseung tried to ignore him, rolling his eyes.

“No way. She doesn’t even know I exist,” he muttered, flipping through his notes with forced indifference. The idea of you noticing him was ridiculous. You were you—confident, untouchable. He was just some guy trying to survive the semester.

But then, he chanced a glance behind him, just to prove Jungwon wrong. His heart jumped into his throat when his eyes met yours. You didn’t look away. In fact, you winked at him.

Heeseung’s face flushed crimson as he whipped his head back to the front, his pulse racing. Jungwon snickered beside him, clearly enjoying his reaction.

“Told you, man,” Jungwon teased.

Heeseung’s thoughts were spinning. There was no way someone like you would actually be interested in him... right? But he couldn’t help the small spark of hope that flickered in his chest. You, the girl everyone wanted, were giving him attention. For once, he wasn’t invisible. And that both terrified and excited him.

You slipped through the mass of students as soon as class ended, making a beeline toward Heeseung. He was still at his desk, packing up his notes, oblivious to the fact that you were heading straight for him.

Jungwon noticed you first, eyes widening in surprise as he fumbled with his notebooks, hugging them to his chest. “H-Hi, Y/N,” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he elbowed Heeseung hard to get his attention.

Heeseung let out a small groan, rubbing his side as he looked up. His expression shifted from irritation to wide-eyed surprise when he saw you standing in front of him.

“Hey, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself with a casual smile, though you knew you didn’t have to. Your reputation precedes you, but there was something cute about doing it anyway—like a formality. You watched as both of them stammered out their own introductions, even though you already knew their names. They were shy, but that just added to the fun.

“I know who you guys are,” you continued, leaning in slightly. “I was wondering if you’d want to group up for the project? Wonyoung ditched me for someone else, and I thought it’d be okay to work with you guys.” It was a harmless cover, but in reality, you had your eyes on Heeseung for other reasons. Still, two birds with one stone, good grades and a chance to see what Heeseung was really about.

Jungwon immediately nodded, almost too eagerly, slapping a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder. “We’d love that,” he said with a grin, giving Heeseung a look as if urging him to just go along with it.

Heeseung blinked, clearly still processing the fact that you were talking to them at all. “Uh, yeah, I guess it’d be fine,” he mumbled, his lips curling into a shy smile as he glanced at you nervously.

“Perfect! Let me give you guys my number,” you said, flashing them a confident smile. Both of them handed over their phones without hesitation. You quickly entered your contact information on Heeseung’s phone, adding a little heart next to your name for good measure before handing it back.

Jungwon’s eyes darted between you and Heeseung, a knowing grin playing on his lips as you sauntered off. “Dude,” he muttered, nudging Heeseung again, ��you better not mess this up.”

Heeseung just stood there, staring at his phone, his heart racing as he saw your name and the heart emoji.

“I’m not sure what just happened,” he muttered under his breath, still in disbelief, “but I think I’m in trouble.”

Two days had passed, and you were growing impatient. Not a single text from either Heeseung or Jungwon. Were they really that swamped with schoolwork, or were they just too shy to make the first move? Deciding you’d waited long enough, you took matters into your own hands and set out to track Heeseung down.

You checked all the usual spots where nerds hang out—the library, the study hall, even the cafeteria—but no luck. Then, as you wandered the quieter part of campus, you passed by the music room. It was mostly abandoned now, dusty and forgotten, but something made you stop. A soft humming caught your ear, pulling you toward the ajar door.

Peeking in, you spotted Heeseung sitting alone, flipping through his notebook and humming quietly to himself. The sight of him caught you off guard—he looked so... at peace. You watched him for a moment, his soft voice filling the empty room. No wonder you couldn’t find him earlier; no one came here anymore.

After a minute of listening, you knocked gently on the door, making him jump. His wide eyes shot up to meet yours, looking startled—almost terrified—at the sight of you standing there.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t know you were—” he started, scrambling out of his seat, offering it to you in a flustered rush. It was the only clean seat in the room, the rest of the space coated in dust and neglect.

But you weren’t focused on that. Your eyes were drawn to him—his usually neat appearance was slightly undone. Two buttons on his shirt were carelessly unbuttoned, his tie loosened around his neck, and the messy look was doing things to you. He looked unexpectedly... hot.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was fumbling through an apology, but all you could think about was how good he looked, so different from his usual polished self.

You rolled your eyes, sitting down with a huff, blowing loose strands of hair away from your face. As you settled in, you beckoned Heeseung toward you with a slow curl of your finger. His breath hitched, and you could already see the nervous sweat forming on his forehead, his body stiff with tension as your presence overwhelmed him. Reluctantly, he shuffled closer until he crouched down, his wide eyes barely able to meet yours as you stared him down.

“It’s not very nice to leave me waiting,” you said coolly, your voice laced with annoyance. Heeseung’s cheeks flushed deeper as he nodded, his gaze flicking away quickly, unable to hold eye contact for more than a few seconds.

“I-i didn’t know what to message you...” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked embarrassed, and the sight of him, so timid and unsure, almost made you laugh. Almost. But you bit down on your lip, forcing back the giggle bubbling up. Instead, you shrugged, feigning disinterest, as if his pathetic nervousness didn’t amuse you.

“A simple ‘hi’ would’ve worked,” you replied nonchalantly, watching him squirm under your gaze. You let the tension hang in the air before adding, “But now... I think I want an apology.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he nodded quickly, already muttering, “Of course, I’m really sor—”

“On your knees,” you interrupted, your voice taking on a teasing, yet commanding tone. “Just so I know you’re sincere.” You fluttered your lashes at him, lips curling into a playful pout.

Heeseung’s breath hitched again, his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed nervously. But he didn’t argue. Slowly, he dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands trembling slightly as they hovered by his sides, unsure of what to do. His face flushed a deeper red as his eyes unintentionally fell to the edge of your skirt, where the faintest hint of your pink panties teased him, peeking between your legs. His mouth went dry, and he quickly averted his eyes, his whole body tense as he knelt there, waiting for your next move.

You nodded, silently urging him to continue. Heeseung stammered, his voice shaky as he tried to find the right words. He felt embarrassed, hot under your intense gaze. Just moments ago, everything had been peaceful—normal even—but now, here he was, on his knees, trying to beg for forgiveness while resisting the growing urge to glance between your thighs.

“I-I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, his head dropping low in shame, every emotion swirling inside him, mixing into a mess of anxiety, desire, and guilt. He prayed none of it showed, especially the inappropriate thoughts creeping in as he tried to save face.

But you weren’t done. You reached down, gently grabbing his chin, tilting his head back up until his wide eyes met yours again. You fixed his glasses, which had slid down his nose, and ran your fingers through his messy hair. “You’re so cute like this, y’know?” you said softly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. Heeseung choked on his spit, blinking rapidly as his mind struggled to keep up with the situation.

Before he could respond, you stood up, the edge of your skirt brushing against his face. From this angle, he had an unobstructed view of the way your panties moulded perfectly to your cunt, leaving little to the imagination. His breath hitched, and he felt a dizzy wave wash over him. Heeseung’s face turned a shade of red so deep he thought he might faint.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that,” you said with mock innocence, feigning surprise as if you hadn’t planned it all along. Your voice dripped with playful teasing, and you watched as Heeseung struggled to regain control of his thoughts, his eyes darting anywhere but toward you.

You leaned down, lowering yourself to eye level with him again, your lips curling into a smirk. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you? After all i’ve already forgiven you,” you whispered, your tone dripping with suggestion. His mind raced, and his throat felt dry as he nodded frantically, completely out of his depth, but too entranced by you to say anything coherent.

Satisfied, you patted his cheek lightly before turning to leave, letting your fingers trail under his chin for just a moment longer. “Good boy,” you murmured under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. With one last glance over your shoulder, you placed your phone up to remind him of what to do and walked out of the room, leaving Heeseung kneeling on the floor, heart pounding, utterly shaken.

Heeseung stayed frozen in place for a few moments after you left, still processing what had just happened. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his hair, mind racing, trying to figure out how to face you again—or if he even could.

Needless to say, he did message you. His text came in late that night, "Hey, about earlier... I'm really sorry again." You could almost picture him, blushing behind his phone, nervously typing and deleting his words before sending them. That was the moment your plan began to take shape.

It wasn’t long before the perfect opportunity arose. Heeseung and Jungwon invited you over to their place to work on the project. You had played it cool, agreeing without hesitation, masking your real intentions behind the promise of schoolwork. This was your chance to get Heeseung exactly where you wanted him.

You stood outside their apartment door, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you checked your reflection on your phone screen one last time. You’d dressed down, but in a way that still showed just enough—casual yet enticing. After all, you weren’t here just for the project.

When Jungwon opened the door, he greeted you with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in. “Hey! Glad you could make it,” he said, gesturing toward the living room.

As you entered, you noticed immediately how much more relaxed they seemed in their own space. Heeseung sat on the couch, dressed in a fitted graphic tee that accentuated his lean frame, and joggers that hugged his legs perfectly. Gone was the timid, nerdy look he sported in class; here, he was undeniably handsome, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the transformation. Jungwon was equally attractive, his casual hoodie and jeans showcasing a well-defined physique that you hadn’t fully registered before.

“Hey, Heeseung,” you teased, letting your voice drop a little lower as you stepped further into the room. He looked up, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly averted his gaze, but not before you caught the flicker of something in his expression.

“Hey,” he mumbled, a nervous smile breaking through. You could see him trying to maintain his composure, but his cheeks betrayed him, coloring a light pink.

As you all settled down to work, Jungwon started outlining the project guidelines while Heeseung focused intently on his notes, though you noticed he couldn’t help stealing quick glances your way. You played along at first, discussing ideas, jotting down notes, and pretending to pay attention. But soon enough, the atmosphere shifted.

You stretched out casually, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal a hint of skin, drawing Heeseung’s gaze once again. “It’s getting hot in here,” you murmured, more to yourself but loud enough for Heeseung to hear. His fingers tightened around his pen, and you could see his jaw clench as he fought the urge to look directly at you.

“You okay, Hee?” you asked, your voice laced with playful concern. “You seem a little... distracted.”

Jungwon, oblivious to the tension, glanced over at Heeseung and chuckled. “Heeseung’s always like that when he’s stressed,” he said, shaking his head. “But we can take a break if you need one.” You noted how Jungwon didn’t realize that the real distraction was you, sitting so close, your knee brushing lightly against Heeseung's under the table.

He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure as you continued to inch closer, your knee brushing against his under the table. It was a simple touch, but to him, it felt electric. His thoughts spiralled as his mind conjured images of everything he’d been trying to suppress since that day in the music room.

Suddenly, Heeseung stood up abruptly, almost knocking his chair over. “Uh, can you... can you guys give me a minute?” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I need to... um... take care of something.”

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Take care of what? We’re in the middle of a project, hee.”

“Yeah, it’s nothing! Just- just a quick break,” he said, his voice rising slightly in pitch. “I’ll be back in a second. Please, just give me a minute.”

He quickly retreated into the hallway, leaving you and Jungwon in stunned silence.

Jungwon looked over at you, puzzled. “Is he okay?”

You shrugged, suppressing a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “I think he might be overwhelmed,” you said, a smirk playing on your lips.

“Maybe we should go check on him,” Jungwon suggested, but you shook your head.

“No, let him have his moment. It’s probably just a bathroom break or something,” you replied, biting your lip to hold back your amusement.

Taking a deep breath, Heeseung leaned against the wall, trying to calm his racing heart. He could hear you and Jungwon talking softly in the living room, and the reality of what was happening hit him hard. He was undeniably attracted to you, and the more you flirted, the more he found it impossible to focus.

With shaky hands, he fumbled for his phone and quickly typed out a message: Hey, I’m really sorry, but I’m feeling kind of sick. I think it’s best if we wrap this up for today.

He hesitated before hitting send, biting his lip as he envisioned your reaction. But it was better this way; he couldn’t risk being in the same room with you when his mind was racing in directions he didn’t want it to go.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, his phone buzzed with a reply. You had responded almost immediately: Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you anything?

He frowned at your concern, a mix of guilt and appreciation swirling in his chest. No, I’ll be fine. Just tired, I think. Thanks for understanding.

Another buzz. Okay, we can reschedule. Take care!

He sighed, relief washing over him. Thanks, Y/N.

He took a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. He felt guilty for lying, but he knew it was for the best, at least until he figured out how to handle his feelings.

When he finally stepped back into the living room, you and Jungwon were both looking at him expectantly. Jungwon spoke first, his brow furrowed. “Hey, everything okay? You look a little pale.”

“Yeah, I just... thought it was best to call it a day,” Heeseung said, forcing a smile. “I’m not feeling great, and I wouldn’t want to distract you guys from the project.”

You raised an eyebrow, concern evident in your eyes. “Are you sure? I can stay if you need anything.”

“No, really. I think it’s best if you go home and let me rest,” he insisted, trying to sound convincing.

“Okay, if you say so,” you replied, though the hint of disappointment in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

You lingered for a moment, looking at Heeseung as if weighing your options. “Text me if you need anything, alright?”

“Of course,” he replied, forcing himself to sound upbeat.

With one last look, you finally turned to leave, and Heeseung felt a pang of regret hit him. As soon as the door closed behind you, he leaned against it, exhaling deeply.

“Everything okay?” Jungwon asked, glancing back at Heeseung, who was still trying to catch his breath. “You looked really flustered when Y/N was here.”

“Yeah, just... a bit overwhelmed,” Heeseung admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to freak out in front of her.”

“Dude, she’s into you,” Jungwon said, raising an eyebrow. “You could have just gone with it. Instead, you made her leave.”

“I know,” Heeseung sighed, kicking at the floor. “I just... I don’t know how to handle this. I’m still trying to figure out what I feel.”

Jungwon smirked, shaking his head. “Well, good luck figuring that out while you’re trying to hide your crush. Just don’t take too long.. I don’t want to see you miss your chance.”

Heeseung groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

“Anytime,” Jungwon said with a grin, heading into the kitchen to grab a snack. Heeseung watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration and longing.

Alone in the silence of the apartment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just made a huge mistake.

You couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of concern for Heeseung after he texted you that he was sick. Even though you had shared playful banter, something in his message had felt off, igniting a spark of worry within you. The thought of him alone in his apartment, feeling under the weather, was enough to propel you into action. Determined to check on him, you decided to surprise him with a visit.

With a small bag of snacks in hand, you made your way to Heeseung’s apartment. The soft sound of your footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, a stark contrast to the anticipation thrumming in your chest. As you entered Heeseung's apartment, courtesy of Jungwon for lending you a spare key, the cozy space wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The gentle aroma of herbal tea wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of laundry. Heeseung was curled up on the couch, bundled in a thick blanket, looking adorably vulnerable, but there was a flicker of mischief in his eyes. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks had a faint flush that made him look even more endearing.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” you asked softly, crossing the room to kneel beside him.

He turned his head slightly, his large eyes widening with surprise and delight. “Y/N? I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought I told you I was sick.” His voice was a little too casual, and you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward, betraying his facade.

You smirked, settling down beside him. “Exactly. That’s why I came to check on you. You can’t just lie around here and get worse. Someone has to take care of you.”

He chuckled weakly, but there was an unmistakable glint of mischief behind his eyes. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Too bad! I’m here now,” you declared, standing up and placing your hands on your hips, feigning authority. “Now, let’s see if you have a fever.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, suddenly hesitant. “Uh, are you sure you need to do that?”

Without waiting for his response, you hopped onto the couch, positioning yourself over him. Heeseung’s breath hitched, eyes wide as you settled your weight on his hips, straddling him. The sudden proximity sent an electric shock through the air, making your heart race.

“Just hold still,” you said playfully, leaning down to press your forehead against his, your fingers gently brushing against his cheeks to gauge his temperature. “You’re warmer than usual, but I can’t tell if that’s from your so-called illness or if you’re just flustered.”

Heeseung swallowed hard, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. “Maybe it’s a little bit of both…”

You chuckled softly, feeling a rush of exhilaration as your playful banter took on an undertone of tension. “I think we need a more accurate method.”

With a playful grin, you pulled back slightly and reached for the thermometer from your bag. As you turned back to face him, you couldn’t resist leaning in closer, teasingly bringing the thermometer up to his lips.

“Open up,” you instructed, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

Heeseung hesitated, glancing down at the thermometer, his expression shifting from playful to anxious. “Uh, are you really sure this is necessary?”

“Of course! How else am I supposed to know if you’re truly sick?” you replied, maintaining your teasing tone.

Finally, he relented, opening his mouth to take the thermometer. The moment it beeped, you pulled it away and glanced at the reading. “Looks like you’re slightly warm. But nothing I can’t fix.”

“Is that so?” Heeseung asked, his voice slightly shaky as he tried to maintain his composure beneath you. “Are you sure you want to be here?”

You nodded, a smirk playing on your lips. “Yes! A little TLC should do the trick. Now, let’s get you some soup and-”

Before you could finish your thought, he interrupted you, a sudden seriousness in his eyes. “Y/N, are you sure you’re not just doing this because you feel sorry for me?”

The question caught you off guard. You had been so wrapped up in the playful banter that you hadn’t fully considered the implications of your actions. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… I don’t want you to feel obligated to take care of me just because I’m ‘sick.’ If you’re here because you genuinely want to, then that’s one thing. But if it’s out of pity…” His voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding his expression.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of warmth at his vulnerability. “Heeseung, I’m here because I want to be. I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t care about you.”

The tension between you two hung in the air, your heart racing at the honesty in your words. You could see the relief wash over his features, followed by a glimmer of something deeper, something that felt almost like hope.

“Really?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Yeah,” you replied, your gaze steady on his. “I like being here with you, even if you are pretending to be sick.”

Heeseung smiled shyly, his heart swelling with emotion. “Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot to me.”

With that, the playful atmosphere returned, but now it was layered with something more- an understanding, a connection that felt genuine and real. As you straddled him, the weight of your body pressed against his, sending a jolt of electric tension sparking through the air. Heeseung's breath hitched, confusion mingling with an undeniable desire swirling within him. The playful glint in your eyes ignited a fire in his chest, the warmth of your presence overwhelming in the most intoxicating way possible.

“Y/N, are you really sure about this?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly, as if afraid this intoxicating moment would shatter like glass at any moment.

“Absolutely,” you replied, a mischievous smirk curling your lips as you leaned closer, your breath teasingly brushing against his ear. “But first, let’s check your temperature.” The teasing lilt in your voice sent shivers cascading down his spine.

He hesitated, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that twisted and turned inside him. “I’m not really sick, though…” he mumbled, cheeks flushed and gaze flickering to the side, not wanting to admit how desperately he craved the closeness.

You let out a soft, playful laugh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh, come on, seungie. Let me take care of you.”

Before he could protest any further, you pressed your palm against his forehead, the heat radiating off him igniting a thrill in your veins. Heeseung gulped, feeling the weight of your gaze anchoring him in place, his mind racing as he struggled to focus. You could see the way he squirmed under your touch, his breath hitching at the slightest contact, his vulnerability only heightening your desire.

“You’re definitely warm,” you said, feigning seriousness, your thumb gently stroking his cheek, relishing the softness of his skin. “But I think we need to take this a step further.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, heart racing with anticipation and confusion, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Without answering, you shifted slightly, sliding your hands down to his waist, locking your eyes onto his. “I need to get a better reading.” With that, you fully settled into his lap, your weight pressing him deeper into the plush couch. Heeseung’s breath hitched, eyes wide as he felt the intoxicating heat of your body against his.

“Y/N, wait—”

You leaned closer, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt, teasingly close to where you knew he wanted you the most. “Just relax, Hee. Let me take care of you.”

He hesitated, heart pounding fiercely as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a teasing kiss. The softness of your lips against his ignited a fire within him, and he instinctively leaned into you, craving more. “This isn’t fair,” he murmured against your lips, the pull between you almost magnetic, trying to pull away but only finding himself drawn closer.

“Why not?” you countered, a sly smile playing on your lips, mischief dancing in your eyes. “You’re the one who looks like you need this the most.”

His cheeks burned at your words, heat pooling low in his stomach as he wrestled with his desire. “But I’m not-”

You cut him off with a sultry grind against him, the sudden friction causing him to gasp, a sharp intake of breath that echoed the conflict raging inside him. “Tell me you want this,” you whispered, your breath hot against his ear, your words dripping with seduction. “Tell me you want me.”

Heeseung’s resolve began to crumble under your teasing gaze, but he couldn’t give in that easily. “I want you, Y/N,” he confessed, the sincerity in his voice laced with a defiant edge. “But I want you to know that I’m not just some easy target.”

Your heart raced at his words, and you leaned in closer, lips brushing against his neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses along his skin. “Then let me take care of you, Heeseung. Just let go.”

He hesitated again, squeezing his eyes shut, fighting against the overwhelming sensations threatening to sweep him away. “I don’t know if I can just let go,” he admitted, voice thick with uncertainty, battling with the emotions swirling within him. “What if this is all a mistake?”

“Or,” you said playfully, pressing your lips to his neck, your voice sultry and inviting, “what if it’s the best mistake we ever make?” You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. “You’re clearly enjoying this. I can feel how much you want me.”

Heeseung opened his mouth to argue, but the words slipped away as he felt the heat radiating between you. “I do want you, but-”

You cut him off again, leaning in to capture his lips with a hungry kiss, a challenge hanging in the air between you. “Then let me show you just how good it can be.”

Heeseung’s breath quickened, and the way you looked at him made his heart race even faster. “Fine,” he relented, determination lacing his voice as he leaned closer, breath hitching. “But I want to hear you beg for it first.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but the challenge sent a thrill through your body. “Oh really? You think you can turn the tables on me?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, confidence returning as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, teasingly intimate. “You want me? Show me how much.”

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, but you weren’t about to back down. “Alright then, Heeseung. I want you, and I want you to know that I’m not afraid to take what I want.”

His gaze darkened with lust, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, a smirk playing on his face. “Then let’s see how far you’re willing to go. Beg for it, Y/N. Show me you want this.”

You felt a rush of excitement and defiance at his challenge, but you weren’t one to shy away. “I want you, Heeseung,” you said, your voice dripping with sultriness, “and I want you to give me everything you have.”

“Then let’s make this interesting,” he proposed, his gaze heavy with desire. “You want me to give you everything? Then show me just how much you’re willing to give in return.”

His challenge ignited a fire within you, and you knew you were in for a wild ride. You leaned in, capturing his lips again, this time with more urgency, and Heeseung responded, matching your fervor.

“Y/N,” he breathed between kisses, the air thick with longing. “I want you to know that I’m not going to make this easy for you. I want to see how much you can handle.”

“Bring it on,” you replied, your voice sultry and daring as you pressed your body against his, feeling the heat radiating between you.

As the heat between you surged, you pulled away slightly, your breath mingling in the charged air. Heeseung’s eyes were dark with desire, but beneath that lust, there was a flicker of uncertainty. “Y/N,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, “are you really sure about this?”

You smirked, your gaze intense and unwavering. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. Just remember, I’m the one who takes charge.”

“Right,” he replied, a hint of bravado creeping into his tone, but the way his hands fumbled as they reached for you only added to the tension. “So what now?”

“Now,” you said, leaning in closer, letting your lips almost brush against his, “you’re going to show me just how much you want me.” The air crackled with anticipation, your heart racing.

With a burst of confidence, Heeseung grabbed your waist, but in his eagerness, he tugged too hard, sending you both tumbling onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he hurriedly adjusted them, cheeks flushed with a mix of desire and embarrassment.

“Smooth,” you teased, trying to stifle your laughter as you looked up at him. Heeseung’s expression shifted from flustered to determined as he leaned over you, his body hovering above yours, the heat radiating between you palpable.

“Let’s… try that again,” he said, voice shaky but filled with renewed resolve. His gaze roamed your body, taking in every curve, and you could practically see the fire igniting in him.

“Show me what you’ve got, Heeseung,” you urged, your voice sultry and inviting. His confidence wavered for a moment, but he leaned down, capturing your lips that sent shivers down your spine.

His kiss was a mix of passion and clumsiness, his movements a bit awkward as he tried to deepen the connection. You could feel him hesitate, and that uncertainty only fueled your desire. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be confident,” you teased, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him.

“Shut up,” he replied, attempting to sound gruff but failing as a nervous smile broke through. He leaned down again, this time his kisses were more insistent, laced with an intoxicating urgency.

As he pressed his body against yours, you felt the heat between you intensify. “You want this, don’t you?” you murmured, your breath hot against his lips.

“More than anything,” he breathed, his voice thick with need. Just as he leaned in for another kiss, his glasses slipped down again, and he fumbled to adjust them, frustration flickering across his face. “Ugh, why am I such a loser?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound a heady mix of desire and mischief. “It’s part of your charm. Now, stop overthinking it and just kiss me.”

He nodded, visibly calming himself, and leaned in again, this time with a fierce intensity. He pushed his lips against yours, pouring all his eagerness and desire into the kiss, and you melted against him, surrendering to the moment.

Feeling emboldened, you moved your hands to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. Heeseung shivered at your touch, his breath hitching as you traced your fingers along the contours of his body.

“God, you’re so warm,” you murmured against his lips, your voice low and sultry. “You want me, huh?”

“I do,” he replied, voice thick with need, and leaned in, his kisses growing more fervent as he lost himself in you. He pressed his body against yours, the heat radiating off him intoxicating.

But just as he was getting lost in the moment, he accidentally bumped his head against your chin again, and both of you burst into laughter. “I swear I’m not this clumsy normally!” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“Who cares?” you replied, your tone dripping with seduction. “Just focus on making me feel good.” You pulled him closer, your lips brushing against his neck as you whispered, “Make me feel good.”

His gaze turned heated, a primal desire flickering in his eyes as he leaned in, kissing a trail down your neck. His lips were warm and soft against your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Y/N, you feel so good,” he murmured, voice thick with lust.

As he explored your body, you felt him beginning to lose himself in the sensations, the air thick with desire. Just when he seemed to find his rhythm, he accidentally brushed against your thigh with his knee, sending a shiver of excitement through you. “Sorry,” he mumbled, cheeks burning as he tried to regain his composure.

“Don’t apologize,” you whispered, capturing his chin with your fingers and forcing him to meet your gaze. “Just keep going.”

He leaned back in, the mix of confidence and nervousness fueling his desire. “Let me show you what I can do,” he said, voice low and commanding.

With newfound determination, Heeseung kissed a path lower, his lips trailing over your collarbone, hovering just above the swell of your breasts. “Is this okay?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yes,” you urged, your heart racing with anticipation. “More. I want more, please seungie”

Encouraged by your response, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt, igniting a fire within you. His kisses were urgent now, fueled by the intensity of the moment, and you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs.

Heeseung’s gaze darkened with desire. The air was electric, thick with anticipation. “I want to eat your cunt” he growled, his voice low, the urgency unmistakable.

“Then do it,” you challenged, your voice sultry as you dared him to take control.

Without a word, Heeseung’s hands were on you, firm and eager. His fingers slid under the waistband of your shorts, and with one swift motion, he tugged them down, leaving you exposed before him. He tossed the fabric aside, eyes devouring the sight of you laid bare for him. His breath hitched as he knelt between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs possessively, pulling you closer.

“You’re going to feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger as he leaned in.

With that, Heeseung dove in, his lips pressing against your core. His tongue flicked out, tasting you with the urgency of a man starved. The sensation made your body jolt, and a gasp escaped your lips as he licked you up like he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he breathed, pausing only to glance up at you with an intense gaze, his glasses slipping low on his nose. The sight of him, desperate and determined, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Heeseung's hands tightened on your thighs as he dove back in, licking and sucking with a fervor that made your head spin.

“More, Heeseung,” you moaned, your body trembling under his touch. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Quiet,” he growled, his voice filled with authority as he pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs. “Let me taste you.”

Heeseung’s tongue moved with more confidence now, sliding against you with a precision that left you breathless. He lapped at you eagerly, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you with a hunger that made your pulse race.

“Y/N,” he groaned against your folds, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver through your body. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

Heeseung was relentless, his tongue swirling and teasing in all the right places, his mouth claiming you as he drank you in. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, hips rocking against his face as you chased your release.

“Heeseung, yes,” you cried, feeling the tension build inside you, so close to the edge. “Don’t stop, please-”

“Then beg for it,” Heeseung murmured against your pussy, licking up to your clit and circling around it as his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine, igniting the fire within you.

“Please, Heeseung,” you gasped, your voice a desperate whisper. “I need more. I need your tongue on me.”

A wicked grin spread across his face, and he continued his teasing motions, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. “That’s better,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Keep going.”

You felt a rush of heat flooding your cheeks, but the overwhelming pleasure drowned out any embarrassment. “Ngh~ please,” you pleaded, hips rocking instinctively against his mouth. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

With each lick and gentle suck, Heeseung was relentless, pushing you closer to the brink. “I want to hear you say it,” he coaxed, his breath hot against you.

“Please, Heeseung,” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer. “I want to come. Make me come, please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, diving back in with intensity, his tongue working magic as he teased you relentlessly. The tension inside you coiled tighter, ready to snap as he continued his lewd actions.

With a low growl, Heeseung sucked harder, his tongue pushing you to the brink. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust. “I want to taste you.”

With one final flick of his tongue, the pressure snapped, and you came undone, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Heeseung kept his mouth on you, lapping up every drop of your release, his eyes locked on yours, filled with raw desire and satisfaction.

When you finally collapsed back, trembling and breathless, Heeseung pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips curling into a cocky grin. “That was even better than I imagined,” he said, his voice dark and dripping with pride. “You taste fucking amazing.”

As you caught your breath, Heeseung’s gaze locked onto yours, the heat between you still simmering, charged with the energy of your earlier exploration. The grin on his face was a tantalizing mix of satisfaction and insatiable hunger, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat of the moment, giving him an adorably flustered look that only heightened your desire.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice low and husky, leaning closer until your foreheads touched, sharing the same intoxicating warmth.

You smiled, emboldened by his praise, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through you. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your voice dripping with sultriness as you leaned in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. The taste of yourself lingered on his mouth, mingling with the sweet flavor of desire, and you deepened the kiss, pouring all your pent-up passion into it. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, igniting an unquenchable fire within you.

Heeseung responded instantly, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. The kiss was intoxicating, a heady mix of urgency and longing, as if you both were trying to consume each other entirely. His tongue slipped into your mouth, teasing and exploring, igniting a blaze deep within you that made your body ache for more.

“Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with need and a look of pure love that made your heart race. “I want you.”

“Then take me,” you urged, your voice sultry and low, your heart racing at the prospect. “I’m all yours.”

His expression shifted to one of determination as he captured your lips again, kissing you with a raw intensity that left you breathless, your senses heightened. He pushed you back against the couch, his hands roaming your body with feverish need, exploring every curve, every contour. You could feel his heart pounding against you, a reminder of the electricity crackling between you.

Heeseung's hands slid down your body, grasping your thighs and lifting them to wrap around his waist. “I’ve thought about this,” he confessed, his breath hot against your skin, sending goosebumps cascading across your body. “Thought about how you’d feel wrapped around me.”

“Then let’s make it happen,” you urged, your voice thick with lust as you ground against him, feeling the unmistakable hardness pressing against you. The sheer weight of his cock sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Who knew a nerd like him could possess such size? A flicker of uncertainty crossed your mind, would he even fit inside you?

With a swift movement, Heeseung adjusted your bodies, positioning himself at your entrance. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, searching for any hesitation. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, breathless, your body aching for him. “I want this, Heeseung. I need you.”

His lips curled into a smirk, a mixture of pride and mischief in his gaze. “Good,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper, before thrusting into you with one powerful movement. The sensation was overwhelming, stretching you perfectly as you gasped at the intensity, your body arching into him instinctively.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice low and raspy, filled with unfiltered desire. The sheer size of him filled you up in ways you hadn’t imagined, igniting a fire within you that drove you wild. You could feel the distinct bulge of his cock in your stomach, a constant reminder of just how much he had to offer. Heeseung had spent countless hours lost in wet dreams and endless scrolls through porn sites, but nothing could compare to this- a real connection, real pleasure that felt as if it was lifting you to new heights.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His cock stretched you to your limits, filling you completely and making you feel utterly owned.

“Yeah? You like that?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at where you were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you. “You’re taking me so well.”

The weight of his cock stretching you made you feel desperate, a primal urge to be filled completely. “More,” you breathed, your body begging for him to give you everything he had. You could feel your body tightening around him, urging him on, craving his every thrust.

Heeseung’s expression shifted to one of pure determination as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, each thrust pushing you deeper into bliss. “You’re so perfect for me, Y/N,” he murmured, voice thick with lust and admiration. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Then don’t stop,” you cried out, feeling the heat coiling in your core. “I’m so close.”

In a moment of playful mischief, you reached up and adjusted his foggy glasses, clearing his view just as his eyes widened in shock and lust. The sight of you, glistening with desire and slightly breathless, made his breath hitch. With a feral growl, he thrust harder, his need intensifying as he chased your shared pleasure.

“Me too,” he groaned, pushing harder, chasing his own release. With every thrust, he buried himself deeper, the overwhelming sensation of his size driving you both closer to the edge, the bulge in your stomach becoming more pronounced with each powerful movement.

With one final powerful thrust, he hit that sweet spot, and the pleasure consumed you both, washing over you like a tidal wave. You felt the tension in your body peak, and as you cried out his name, your orgasm crashed over you, waves of ecstasy washing over you.

“Y/N!” he shouted, feeling you tighten around him, and with one final thrust, he spilled into you, warmth flooding your core as he filled you completely. You could feel the delicious warmth of his release spreading inside you, a sensation that sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body. The way his cock pulsed inside you made you feel completely full, satisfied in every sense.

You both fell into a panting mess, bodies entwined, the world outside fading away. Heeseung collapsed beside you, breathless but with a satisfied smile playing on his lips, his glasses slightly askew and still fogged from the intensity of your connection.

“Fuck,” he murmured, turning to look at you, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. “That was… amazing.”

You grinned back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the connection you’d just forged. “Yeah, it really was. And I didn’t know you were this big.”

He chuckled softly, a hint of pride shining through his eyes, still full of love and admiration. “Guess I have some advantages.”

You laughed, feeling your heart swell at the moment shared between you, an intimate secret you would carry together. “Definitely an advantage.”

As you both began to come down from the high of your shared ecstasy, Heeseung pulled you close, his fingers gently brushing through your hair.. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, a steady reminder of the intensity you had just shared. Your heart felt giddy as you looked at him, his hair tousled and his glasses almost fogged up again from the heat of the moment.

“Let’s clean up before Jungwon gets here,” Heeseung suggested, his voice still slightly breathless but laced with affection as he leaned down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

You nodded, smiling softly as you helped him untangle yourselves from each other, the lingering warmth of his body still radiating against yours. Adjusting your clothes, you felt a mix of giddiness and satisfaction at the shared intimacy.

Unbeknownst to you both, Jungwon had arrived just moments earlier. He stood just outside the door, the sound of loud moans and passionate cries echoing through the hallway. His face flushed a deep crimson as the realization of what he was hearing hit him like a wave. He blinked in disbelief, blood pulsing to his cock as he listened to his best friend finally manage to fuck.

“Lucky idiot,” he muttered under his breath, a mix of envy and amusement swirling within him. Shaking his head, he turned away from the door, his mind racing with thoughts and images he couldn’t shake. With a silent, careful motion, he closed the door, trying to ignore the lingering sounds of pleasure that filled the air.

As he walked up to his room, Jungwon knew he’d definitely be taking care of himself tonight, the vivid sounds of your shared bliss echoing in his mind as he settled in for a long, private session of his own.

[meowzfordayz]

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀 

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed ����

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!” 

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!” 

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

…

Tengen starts running 

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?” 

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

[juyeonszn]

POISON IN MY MIND

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.54k

GENRES smut ﹒ some angst (but very little)

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, ceo/ceo’s son!hyunjae, assistant!reader, power play tbh, hyunjae is an asshole (for what he thinks is good reason), another jacob bae appearance, juyeon is also mentioned, there’s a rain scene bc i love my rain scenes <3, hyunjae is a stupid idiot, making out (aggressively), nipple play, no foreplay lol, unprotected sex, sex on a desk x2 — but one is missionary & one is doggy? style?, overstimulation, degradation, brat taming?, creampie lol, the aftercare is there i promise

SUMMARY who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss?

MORE HELLAURRRRR FAWNTOBER DAY 4!!! im hoping i have no delays with the rest of the fics but idk bc the burnout is starting to kick in….. someone pls help…. it’s bc my brain is making me write more than i planned 😭 anyways! pls reblog if u enjoyed!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”

“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”

Okay, let’s rewind for a bit of context.

Truly, you hated Lee Hyunjae. He was such a pretentious prick, always dead set on being right about everything. He couldn’t stand those who he felt were inferior to him, those who he thought were incompetent. If he felt you couldn’t do your job to his standards, he’d fire you on the spot.

Despite not being the CEO of the company himself, he practically carried all of the perks that came with the position. That was only because he was the actual CEO’s son and the future heir to the conglomerate his father owned.

You had the unfortunate pleasure of being his assistant, tied to doing his bidding until your contract with the company timed out. You originally applied for the job for two reasons. The first was due to the fact that you genuinely loved the initial purpose pushed forward by the CEO. He shared a lot of similar ideals with you and had spectacular visions for bettering the business world. The second was because at the time of your application, you wanted to be the CEO’s assistant. And that was what you’d gotten hired for.

It paid more than well enough and it was your dream job. You loved what you did for at least the first year and a half. Until he announced that he’d be retiring within the next couple years and his son would be taking over as a form of practice for being in charge when he inherited the entire conglomerate.

You’d never met him in person before, only hearing the high praises Mr. Lee had for his precious son. So on his first day, you had extremely raised expectations for the male. You dressed your best (not that you didn’t put effort in before) and put on your sweetest personality, wanting to make a good impression on your new boss.

Imagine the disappointment you felt when you realized he was nothing but an entitled asshole.

He made you feel stupid, as if you didn’t know how to do your own job. What started as sitting in on important meetings and going over different documents with Mr. Lee, turned into running errands for Hyunjae and cleaning up his messes. If you weren’t out buying his coffee or grabbing his dry cleaning, you were sorting his paperwork for him and making sure he was prepared for his upcoming conferences, as if he wasn’t capable of doing so himself. You felt like a fucking babysitter rather than an assistant; like an errand boy rather than an employee.

You were so incredibly tired and it had only been four months. A few, tortuous months of you being treated like you hadn’t already given an arm and a leg for this company. Half of you wanted to just throw in the towel, rip up the damn contract right in front of the fucker and walk out of those gold plated double doors for good.

“Just push through, Y/N,” Jacob sighs over the video call. “Your contract ends at the end of the year, and if you still feel like quitting, then that’s that. You don’t have to worry about renewing or trying to reinstate your job.”

You were on your lunch break, holed away in one of the many unused conference rooms on the top floor. Hyunjae was being extra irritating today and if you didn’t speak with a voice of reason, you thought you’d make a drastic decision that would alter the course of your life forever. Whether that was tossing your employee contract in the shredder, or committing premeditated murder, the world may never know. Shout out to Jacob Bae.

“What if I push him out of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office? I could make it look like an accident. Everyone would probably rejoice instead of mourning him, because we would all be so much happier.” You throw the back of your hand over your forehead. Well, that answers that.

“You’re not killing anyone. If you got caught, you wouldn’t look good in a prison jumpsuit. Orange isn’t your color.” Jacob shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully.

You gasp scandalously, sitting upright to gape at him. “What the hell? Yes, I so would! I would make that prison jumpsuit my bitch—“

Someone clears their throat behind you, causing you to flinch, whipping around in your swivel chair to find the culprit. When it’s none other than Lee Hyunjae staring back at you, you feel like your life has just flashed before your eyes. You wonder just how much of that conversation he heard before making his presence known.

“Um, Cobie, I’m gonna have to call you back…” You don’t allow your friend time to respond, ending the call before he can incriminate you more than you already have.

Hyunjae leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his absurdly broad chest. Did this guy have to wear the tightest dress shirts possible? Maybe it was time for him to update his wardrobe. You tuck your hair behind your ear, slowly standing up from the chair. His expression is unreadable, not that you ever had it easy when it came to understanding the many faces of Lee Hyunjae.

“Mr. Lee, what— uh— what can I do for you?” You ask with a slight waver in your tone. So much for not incriminating yourself. He purses his lips, taking a step closer to you.

“Juyeon can no longer accompany me on the trip to Tokyo next week. Which means you’re second on the totem pole,” he says simply, loosening his tie. “Better pack your bags, ‘cause I’m not taking no for an answer.”

This was horrible.

You were mentally cursing Lee Juyeon over and over. Why did he have to back out at the last minute? This was the one part of the job that you couldn’t allow yourself to do. You’d much rather drive in circles around Seoul and grab iced Americanos than be in a completely different country, with no other company aside from Lee Hyunjae himself.

When he gave you your demise, you immediately tried to get out of it. Your excuse was valid; you didn’t have a passport and that’s kind of essential when traveling to another country. But even then, it wasn’t enough to get you out of this predicament. Being the rich, influential man he was, Hyunjae had your passport expedited and sent to your mailbox within a couple days. You gave up after that.

There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Except maybe being tolerable. You think that was most likely his only fault. He could’ve been the complete package had he mastered the art of bedside manner. His father was one of the kindest, selfless men you’d ever met. You were often curious why those same traits didn’t translate to his son. Then again, he had probably been raised as a spoiled brat who got everything his heart desired.

To make matters worse, you had one of those suites with a Jack and Jill bathroom, meaning he could enter yours without difficulty if he wanted. You supposed that was because the rooms were reserved with him and Juyeon in mind. Perhaps the case would be different if you were the first pick for this trip.

You let out a deep exhale, waiting outside of the conference room that Hyunjae was currently in. This was meeting number seven, and the last of the day before you could finally go back to the hotel and relax. You’d be flying back to South Korea the following day on the Lees’ private jet. All of your time in Japan had been spent both sitting in and sitting out of board meetings, so much talk about business plans that you felt dizzy.

All you yearned for was a nice warm bath and some room service, wanting to call it an early night because of your flight in the morning. You were exhausted, eyes growing heavier and heavier the longer Hyunjae sat in that room full of old men that came from bloodlines of money. Even though it was your job to be here, you felt so out of place. There were moments you found yourself contemplating your career path. You were surrounded by people who could just sign a check to get rid of their life problems. That wasn’t you.

Before you can fall down a rabbit hole, the door to the conference room is swinging open and Hyunjae is storming out, some of the other board members calling after him. Your eyes widen and your eyebrows furrow, your body springing up to follow after him. Wearing some flats instead of heels was probably the smartest choice you’d made today, making it less of a struggle to chase after your boss.

“Mr. Lee!” You cup a hand around your mouth, trailing him like a lost puppy to the elevator. It closes before you can get on and you groan, running a hand through your hair frustratedly. As you wait for the next one down, you call the driver so the car is waiting out front. According to the recent weather notification on your phone, it was pouring outside.

The elevator dings when it arrives back at the floor you were on and you hurry to get on, pressing the lobby level aggressively in hopes it would move faster. Even the soothing music playing over the speakers isn’t enough to calm your nerves, picking at your nails as the numbers transition to the corresponding floors you pass. This was one of the numerous occasions you wished your boss wasn’t so impulsive. What did they even say to him in that meeting to cause such a reaction?

The doors open and you’re rushing out, frantically searching for Hyunjae in the lobby. You spot the driver parked under the carport, waiting. Your feet carry you to the car, knocking on the window to get his attention. He rolls it down with a confused look.

“Have you seen Mr. Lee?” You ask, a bit winded by all of the running you’d been doing.

“I thought I saw him walk that way,” he points ahead, though it hardly answers your question. “I didn’t realize you weren’t with him.”

Just fucking peachy. He was making you chase him into the rain now? You needed a pay raise.

Thankfully, it’s a breeze to spot him, since he’s the only person in the crowd without an umbrella. You pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to walk out into the cold rain, weaving through pedestrians to get to him faster. He’s not much further from you, but you’d rather drag his ass back to the car sooner rather than later, the precipitation seeping through your dress shirt and pants, chilling you to the bone.

“Mr. Lee!”

You reach for his wrist and wrap your fingers around it, yanking slightly to yield his focus. He turns around with hardened features, but they soften just enough for you to notice when he realizes that it’s you. Your lips form a flat line, eyelashes coated with a mixture of mascara and rain water, obscuring your vision.

“I don’t know what happened in there, but I don’t have it in me to ask. Please, can we just go back to the hotel?” You ask almost desperately, teeth beginning to chatter. He frowns, but nods nonetheless, letting you pull him to the safety of the carport— where you’re free from the unrelenting pelts against your body— and into the car.

You don’t say anything the whole drive to the hotel you’re staying at, biting your tongue because you were afraid you might blow up on him over his stupidity and get yourself fired. Your bottom lip quivers and you hug yourself for warmth, the car’s heater failing to bring back the color in your cheeks. In spite of hating nearly everything about him, you thought the one good thing Hyunjae had going for him was his wits. He might’ve been stuck up, but he was smart as hell. Except right now. In your books, he was the biggest idiot in the history of idiots.

The silence continues even after you’ve arrived at your hotel, shadowing you into the elevator and to your respective rooms. You don’t acknowledge him, unlocking your suite and entering to avoid any conversation. The remainder of your energy for the day was used when you were attempting to save him from getting fucking hypothermia.

You stand in the shower until your fingers have pruned, resting your forehead against the frosted glass as the scorching water battered your back, easing the tension in your muscles. While changing into your pajamas, your phone buzzes with a text message.

[9:23pm] mr. lee (DNI): i don’t know if u’ve eaten already, but i ordered a lot of food if u’d like to have some of it.

[9:24pm] mr. lee (DNI): left my bathroom door unlocked so u can just let urself in

Your lips purse as you mull over his offer. It wasn’t exactly an olive branch, but even if it was, you wouldn’t take it as such. You had too much pride for that. Instead you viewed this as him just feeling guilty for having you pursue him in the rain. That was definitely not in your job description. Perhaps he wasn’t as heartless as he made himself out to be, and he just didn’t know how to extend an apology without being awkward about it.

Reluctantly, you give in.

[9:27pm] you: sure. be right there

You slide your feet into your slippers and shuffle through the four doors between the two of you that lead to his suite. It takes everything in you to not visibly react to the difference between your rooms. His is so much more spacious, with enough room for a table and couches, aside from the usual desk. Even he looks expensive, a silk pajama set adorning his body— the first few buttons undone to give you a glimpse of his chest, though it hardly leaves room for the imagination.

Hyunjae sits at the table, various sushi roll platters in front of him. He holds up his chopsticks as he scrolls through his phone mindlessly, glancing up when your slippers shuffle against the floor. He takes in your appearance as quickly as he can without making it obvious, the corner of his lips curling up when he sees the teddy bears on your feet.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d come,” he starts after a few minutes of eating in an awkward quietness. “Not just here, to my room, but on the trip in general. I thought you’d put up a bigger fight to get out of it.”

“It’s part of my job, Mr. Lee.” You say flatly, taking away as much emotion from the statement as you could to avoid getting in an unnecessary argument.

“We’re not at work and it’s outside of working hours, Y/N. You can call me Hyunjae.” He tries to meet your eyes but they’re focused on picking at the skin around your nails, legs criss-crossed on your seat.

“Why do you go by Hyunjae?” You decide to ask, glancing up at him finally. “Your dad said your birth name was Jaehyun.”

“I don’t remember when exactly it was, but when I was in grade school, a classmate called me Hyunjae by accident and it just stuck. I’ve never really liked the name Jaehyun, if I’m being honest. It was a common name, and well, you of all people should know that I’m all about my individuality.” He leans back in his chair a bit, folding his arms over his chest. You ignore how it makes his pectorals squish together. God, you were no better than man…

“Is that why you’re nothing like your father?” You don’t mean to say that out loud. The thought popped into your head, as it always does, and for some reason this time it just shimmies its way through your mouth. You press your lips together, shifting uncomfortably at the sudden tension that arises in the room.

“I’m well aware of what you think of me, Y/N,” he chides, tapping his fingers against his biceps. “You may think you’re good at hiding it, but I’m very perceptive. And I also overheard that conversation with your friend— the one where you were plotting my assassination and whatnot.”

“Are you open to rebuttal?” Perhaps you should just stop talking, maybe pause the hole you were digging yourself into. Did you want to keep your job? Sure this was all off the record, but be fucking for real, it was Hyunjae you were speaking with.

He shrugs. “Shoot. Let’s hear it.”

“You’re kind of a narcissist,” you kick off strong, hitting him right where you think it may hurt. “You don’t take in the consideration of others, and you always have to be correct. If someone even slightly disagrees with you, you lose your shit. You’re condescending, you’re a perfectionist, you’re hot headed, and after the stunt you pulled today, you’ve exhibited that you’re also really fucking irrational. I’ve done so much in the time I’ve been with the company prior to you, I’ve given so much of myself for the improvement that your father was aiming for and you took all that hard work and crushed it between your fingers, just to have me running around like I’m your maid.”

Hyunjae wears an amused smirk on his lips, like he couldn’t be bothered with your grievances. Your eye practically twitches, irritation boiling up like water ready for a pasta dinner. You stab your chopsticks into a piece of sushi with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re cute when you get worked up,” he hums, carding a hand through his hair. “I almost want to keep my thoughts to myself.”

You choke on your saliva, smacking yourself on the chest to regain control of your breathing. Whatever you were expecting him to say wasn’t that. Should he even be calling you that? He was your boss. Not just that, but you sort of hated everything there was to hate about him. The tiny compliment shouldn’t make both of your heartbeats quicken.

“W-What are you talking about?”

Hyunjae stands from his chair, walking around the table to sit on the edge of the desk in the room, not much further away but enough distance to keep you calm. He rolls his neck, scratching at the nape to relieve some of the awkwardness seeping into the suite. “My father has done nothing but sing your praises since he hired you. I know how capable you are of this job, Y/N. I know that you’ve accomplished more than individuals who have been with the company even longer than you. Trust me, I know.”

“Then why do you discard me the way you do? Why do you treat me like I don’t know what I’m doing?” This time you don’t stop the emotions from creeping beneath your words, your voice cracking just slightly. If Hyunjae heard, he makes no effort to show it.

“Because, I had to keep myself as far from you as possible,” he admits, finally making eye contact. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was fucked. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you and as your boss, I couldn’t do that. As my father’s son, I couldn’t do that. So I resorted to the next best thing, making you hate me and having you do shitty side tasks to separate myself from you. I thought, ‘If she thinks I’m the worst boss ever, she’ll want nothing to do with me’. And that’s exactly what my goal was. But now you’re here in Tokyo, alone with me in my hotel room and I’m starting to rethink that decision.”

You stare at him— mouth agape, heart in your throat. Once upon a time, you believed Lee Hyunjae was one of the brightest, smartest businessmen of your generation. It seemed that he just wanted to go and prove you wrong on that today, in multiple instances. How could someone be so fucking stupid? You were genuinely curious what went through his head.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoff, a laugh devoid of humor sneaking in along with it as you stand from your own chair. “Actually unbelievable. What made you think that was a good idea? You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be in this position because you didn’t think you could keep it in your pants around me?”

And just as you’re about to leave, he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you. You were getting a weird sense of déjà vu. He pulls you into his chest, your body sandwiched between his legs as he holds you close to him. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. (Though you don’t know if it’s out of shock, sudden arousal, or both.)

In this proximity, you can see every small detail of his face. From the freckle on the bridge of his nose to the thick eyelashes framing dark eyes to the softness of his lips. You’ve never had the opportunity to properly look at Hyunjae, always too pissed off to even be within ten feet of him. But standing here— face-to-face, eye-to-eye— you’re starting to wish the object of your hatred and many complaints wasn't so handsome.

“If you push me away now, I’ll leave you alone forever,” he breathes, hands fisting the material of your pajama top, as if that would ground him. “If you tell me there’s absolutely no possibility of you wanting me back, I’ll let you go back to your room like none of this happened.”

You don’t respond. The words are right there. They’re perched on the tip of your tongue, just anticipating to climb out of your mouth and put him in his place. It’s been months of constantly feeling like you were meaningless to the company you’ve given so many sleepless nights to— months of second guessing just how much you’ve actually contributed. But with one glance down to your lips with eyes resembling the night sky, Hyunjae has managed to wipe all of that from your memory.

So instead of turning around— instead of walking through the four doors that divide your hotel rooms— you stay planted between his thighs, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his lips onto your own.

He groans into the kiss, tightening his grip on your shirt and bringing you closer to him. You feel him against your stomach, hard and ready for you, ready for any contact you’re willing to give him. It’s so much and too little at the same time, fingers slipping beneath your top and searing your skin.

He nips at your bottom lip, as if asking for permission to permeate your mouth with his tongue. You welcome the wet muscle with gratitude, moaning when it tangles with yours. The blunt edges of his nails dig into your lower back when the sound hits his ears. You tug at the hairs on the base of his neck, one hand sliding down the front of his body to feel him up.

Through the thin silk of his pajamas you can make out the outline of his sculpted torso. If Hyunjae was more coherent and less intoxicated by your lips on his, he’d tease you for your desperation. But because he's neither of those, he, too, finds himself clawing at every bit of fabric of your clothing he can, longing to touch anything he can get his hands on. You feel drunk, and you wonder if he makes you feel like this with his lips alone, what else can he do?

The straps of your top fall off your shoulders the longer you stand there, making out like it was second nature to both of you. When you take a step back to catch your breath, lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of both yours and his saliva. Your chests are heaving up and down, foreheads resting on the other’s.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Hyunjae rasps, pushing your straps further down your arms. You whine, connecting your mouths again. This was embarrassing enough, you didn’t want to have to say the words out loud. Saying it out loud made this real, and you didn’t want to accept the fact that you were about to fuck your boss.

He chuckles against your lips, undoing the buttons of his shirt without parting from your kiss. You help him toss it somewhere in the room, your hands groping his arms and squeezing his biceps. He spins the two of you around so you’re the one with the edge of the desk on your back. His arms hook under your thighs, placing you on the surface so it’s less strain on his neck as he leans down.

You instinctively spread your legs to make room for him, throwing your head back with a drawn out sigh when he presses two fingers to your core. Even with your panties and your flimsy pajama shorts in the way, the pressure relieves some of the ache you feel in your gut. Your top slips off enough that your bare breasts are now on full display for Hyunjae. He keeps circling your clit through your clothes, mouth enveloping one of your peaked nipples and tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

“C-Can’t hold on anymore,” you whimper. “Need to cum on your cock.”

Something shifts in Hyunjae when he hears you beg. You’d always been so set in stone when it came to standing your ground, so for you to surrender yourself to him, in spite of reiterating how much you despise him, it did a number on his sanity. You have no idea what you’ve just done to him.

“No foreplay? Think you can handle it, sweetheart?” He goads, but his fingers dip into the waistband of both your underwear and your shorts to pull them down your legs anyway.

“You’re talking a whole lot for someone who’s still wearing their pants.” You bite back, but almost immediately retract your words when he rids them, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. No fucking wonder you could feel him so much.

He’s huge, like so huge you kind of regret skipping the foreplay. But it was too late to go back now, your pride as big as his dick. One of your hands reaches to wrap around his length, your teeth finding purchase on your lip as you stroke him gently. Every pulse and every vein beneath your touch has you curling your toes in excitement. He hisses when your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the precum that’s formed there.

Hyunjae drags you closer to the edge, prying your legs wider so he fits perfectly between them. You guide him to your entrance, a moan ripping from your throat when he presses into you. He’s not even fully sheathed inside of you, but the stretch is so fucking delicious, stinging just enough that it provides pleasure rather than pain. He pulls out to drive back in and repeats, a little deeper each time he does.

When he bottoms out, his hips snap into yours, large hands keeping your thighs apart as he begins to thrust into you. His cock is snug within your warm walls, kissing so deep inside that you start to see stars well before the coil in your abdomen has begun to wind up. The noises leaving your mouth are insane, loud and echoing throughout the hotel room. It made shame bubble up in your chest, because why couldn’t your detestation overpower the urge to crumble at his fingertips?

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hyunjae groans, eyes concentrated on where his cock slips in and out of you. “You needed this, huh? Needed me to fuck you real good? Like a filthy slut?”

You’ve never thought you’d be into degradation. In fact, a man calling you demeaning names actually pissed you off. So you felt like you’d end up picking a fight if ever in the situation where someone tried to degrade you. However, the words falling from Hyunjae’s lips have the opposite effect on you. They have you clenching around him and mewling like a goddamn pornstar.

His pace is relentless, inching you closer and closer to your breaking point. He lays you flat on the desk, one hand gripping your hip and the other sneaking to your clit. His thumb rubs ovular motions into the engorged skin, his body folding over yours to capture your lips with his. He swallows your cries when your climax washes over you suddenly, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Hyunjae pulls out before he can follow suit, flipping you onto your stomach like you were a fucking pancake. He bends you over the edge of the desk as his thumb continues to circle your clit slowly, languidly just to ride out your high. He propels forward, his dick still so hard as it breaches your hole once again. He curses, extra sensitive after depriving himself of his own orgasm.

You push back on him, wanting to feel him even deeper. Your whole body burns beneath him, his chest slick with sweat as it presses you flat to the desk. You need him everywhere, God you want him everywhere. It’s not enough to have him buried inside of you. You need to be one with him; one body, one mind, one soul. You need him filling your senses— blinding your sight, obstructing your scent, stealing your touch, invading your taste, muting your hearing.

Okay, now let’s resume.

“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”

“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you do. You hate me so much, yet you want me to fuck you full of my cum, don’t you? Gonna let me finish inside you?” His voice is exerted, and you can tell he’s close. But you are too, so you’re not above pleading for your sweet release. Not when it rewards you so well.

“Mhm,” you whimper, cheek smushed to the surface under you. “Please, Jae… Need it so— oh my god— need it s-o bad.”

Hyunjae hikes one of your knees onto the desk, allowing him to plunge extensively. Your clit bumps the edge, that coil in your stomach fracturing little by little until it’s busted completely and you’re a babbling, incomprehensible mess. The sight of you fucked absolutely stupid tips Hyunjae into his own spiral, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his cum. He lets his forehead fall on your shoulder, rocking into you with delayed groans as he spills all he has to offer you. It’s so much that even his cock plugging you up isn’t sufficient to keep it from dribbling along your thighs.

You’re both too winded to move, much less fathom what just happened. You feel him panting on your back, eyes shut as you also attempt to regain your bearings. Where the hell do you go from here?

“H-Hyunjae…” You wince when he stirs inside of you. “Can— uh— can you pull out?”

He grunts as he carefully does what you’ve asked, running a hand down his face when more of his release trickles out of you. He knew you couldn’t afford another round. Just by looking at you he can see how spent you are. What you needed was another bath and some good rest. Without skipping a beat, he reaches out to tuck some strands of your hair that were stuck to your face behind your ear, wiping away the sweat that glued itself there.

“We have a lot to talk about,” he says, grasping your hands and caressing the backs with his thumbs. “But that can wait until tomorrow. For now, just let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.” You agree, tone no more voluminous than a whisper.

You did have a lot to discuss pertaining to tonight, but that wasn’t a priority at the moment. Who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss? All you could focus on was how gentle his fingers were as he washed your body for you, massaging your muscles so delicately you might as well have melted in the palms of his hands. And all you could pay attention to was the hushed sound of his voice as he kissed your temple and lulled you to sleep, within the comfort of his arms.

Yeah. You could revisit the whole Lee Hyunjae hatred train another day.

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[kyojurismo]

— SECRET MEETING

# sanemi shinazugawa

synopsis : you are in a secret relationship with the wind hashira and his desires become unbearable right before he’s about to leave for a new mission.

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly), 1.2k words, not proofread.

a/n : COME GET YOUR FOOD !!! alright okay uh, i decided to finally finish one of my wip and it turned out like this. pls lemme know if i missed a tag, i’m actually pretty bad at tagging smutty works lol. pls keep in mind that english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any error . . . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy <3

you walked out of the hashira meeting beside shinobu, chatting with her. you smiled at her, nodding, before someone grabbed your arm and stopped you. “uzui-san, i swear–” you turned and met sanemi’s face, stopping mid sentence. “shinazugawa-san,” you offered him a smile.

“i need to talk to you… about that mission,” his tone was low, since shinobu was still near waiting for you. his eyes silently communicated with you and when realisation hit you, you nodded and turned to your friend. “shinobu-chan, i’ll see you later. i need to speak with shinazugawa about an important matter,” you explained, bowing to her. “oh, no worries! see you later,” she grinned at you, confusing you a little, and turned around to walk away.

what— your thoughts were interrupted when sanemi started pulling you with him towards a more private place, away from prying eyes.

“i told you to meet after the meeting because i’ll leave soon, dumbass.”

you sent him a glare, offended. “shinobu was talking with me, it would have been rude if i–” you gasped as sanemi leaned closer and kissed your lips fervently. his hands grabbed your hips, as he moved even closer to your body. you didn’t protest as you put your hands on his shoulders, gripping them as his kiss became more heated.

“i missed you so much,” he groaned as his hands started pulling at the buttons of your uniform, desperate to feel your skin under his palms. “d-don’t tear it again,” you tried to help him, careful not to ruin your uniform once again. once your chest was free, his hands moved to caress your skin and he started kneading your breasts. a soft moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.

sanemi’s lips traced the skin of your neck before he moved lower and started biting your skin, his fingers pinching your hardening nipples enough to make you gasp. “w-we shouldn’t… you need to stop,” you noticed him kissing down your body until he reached your belt. “i’m not gonna wait two weeks or more to have a taste of you,” his voice was gruff, but full of desire, and it was enough to make you clench around nothing — and of course agree with him. you gulped and noticed him glancing up at you before kneeling in front of you.

his warm hands started caressing your legs, moving up under your skirt before pulling it up to expose your underwear. your cheeks grew hotter as he smirked at you, noticing a wet patch on it.

“needy, huh?” he licked his lips before removing your underwear, fresh air hitting your center. his eyes stared at your most intimate part with pure lust and hunger. he looked so hot, you couldn’t—

"..sanemi!" you gripped his hair, your head hit the wall behind you. your eyes were closed now, your parted lips caused a few whimpers to slip out before you had to cover your mouth with your own hand. sanemi held your thighs with urgency, as if his life depended on giving you pleasure. you pushed your hips towards him, making his head completely disappear under your skirt. "you taste so good," he groaned against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man.

you tried hard to keep any sound from escaping your mouth, knowing damn well anyone could pass and hear the two of you. not only you two were doing something indecent right under the sun, but no one knew you two were dating — no, everybody thought sanemi could barely stand you, his fellow hashira.

“n-nemi!” you whimpered, securing your hand around your mouth once more as you got distracted by the approaching orgasm. “you close?” you nodded eagerly, your legs quivering. at that, sanemi stopped and lapped at your throbbing clit one last time before getting up. “what the hell?!” you whispered angrily, annoyed. you were so close and sanemi had the audacity to leave you hanging on the verge of flooding his mouth with your sweet essence. it was a loss for him too, though.

“i just remembered the master asked uzui to come back a few time later, that jackass could hear us loud and clear and you know he won’t keep it to himself.”

oh. oh! you were quick to move your hands and undo his belt, pulling his pants open and moved the fundoshi enough to grab his hard cock. “shit baby– should have told you sooner,” he half groaned, smirking at your sudden eagerness. you pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. sanemi got the hint and cupped your cheek with his hand, caressing your hot skin. you stroked his tip, gathering a few drops of precum before starting to pump him a couple of times before sanemi pushed your hand away as a low grunt escaped his lips.

“turn around,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. you did as he asked and felt him pull up your skirt, sanemi spanked your ass as he lost himself for a moment, admiring you. you bit back a moan, feeling the familiar sting. he pulled your hips towards him, making your hands rest against the wall for leverage. he didn’t hesitated further, pushing his cock into you.

you both moaned, a bit too loud for your judgment. as he started thrusting into you, sanemi’s hand wrapped around your mouth letting you moan freely against his palm. your warm walls clenched around him, making him groan. “fuck— you feel amazing,” he rested his forehead between your shoulders. his other hand gripping your hip hard enough you were sure it was gonna leave a handprint.

sanemi’s thrusts grew desperate both for the fear of someone hearing and for the approaching orgasm, for the both of you. you cried out right into his palm, wetting it with your saliva as one of your hand desperately grasped at his wrist. you came hard around him, your juices starting to run down your thighs as sanemi kept moving, his hips slapping against your ass. he was good at keeping quiet, while you were crying from the burning sensation coming from between your legs — a very pleasant sensation.

sanemi hand moved to grope your chest, suddenly needing to feel more of you. his lips met your neck, as he groaned into your skin while he painted your gummy walls with his seed. the feeling of his cock twitching inside you while he came made you clench around him. you shivered when he whimpered at the feeling, as you milked him until he finished emptying himself.

as he removed his hand, you gasped for breath. sanemi pulled away and shivered as he slipped out of your warm and welcoming pussy, already missing the feeling. you turned around slowly and noticed him smiling at you. “lemme help, mh?” he helped you fixing your clothes and silently thanked him.

“good luck on your mission, shinazugawa-san,” you winked at him and then you two shared a final kiss, before parting ways. you bumped right into tengen and tried your best to act casual.

“oh, [l/n]… i thought you left with kocho,” tengen smirked down at you, as if he knew something. “i uh… forgot to speak with oyakata-sama about an important matter,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “ha! right, always focused on your duty as a slayer,” uzui teased you, chuckling, and you tried to not make him suspect anything more as you smiled and bowed to him before walking away.

sanemi too bumped into uzui, but he pushed him out of his way and simply walked away. “you and [l/n] are bonding, huh?” sanemi stopped right in his track, but tried not to turn around. “i still despise her, uzui.”

“what a couple,” he said to himself, chuckling.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[niki-phoria]

HELLOO AHH sorry I'm so excited about this request. Niki x Male reader and you know how Niki is the youngest one in the Enyphen group? It would be so cute if Niki had a small-Big crush on m/reader and the group teases him about it. Also, M/R is part of a group ( can't think of any names for his group:() Niki’s members push him to ask out and talk to m/r but goes absolutely downhill, but m/r already knows and teases him by the end. Again hope this wasn't to long lol🤞🏽

Have a great rest of your day and remember drink plenty of water and rest!!!🧸

i hate how tumblr like shrinks gifs but i am obsessed with his highlights so i'm choosing to just ignore it bc LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO OIENKSNFLKS

pairing: niki x idol!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.9k

includes: supportive but teasing enha, niki cannot catch a break, he blushes the entire fic lmao, mention of txt's kai bc i love him, mainly set in niki's pov

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! this idea is adorable, i love it sm. i also couldn't think of a group name so reader is implied to be a soloist (but you could read this with a group in mind) i hope you like it &lt;;33 also i am desperate for more txt requests pls

additional note: i intentionally set this up for a part 02 bc i am obsessed with this idea someone pls request it and give me the motivation to actually write it (i was thinking of relationship milestones, so first date, first kiss, first i love you, meeting the rest of enha, etc)

PART 01 / PART 02

requests open !! read my rules first

l/n y/n. since his bestselling debut only one year ago, everybody knew his name - including enhypen’s own nishimura riki. 

he doesn’t notice the smirk on sunghoon’s face as he watches your showcase. you effortlessly glide across the stage as you continue your routine. from his position backstage he was able to charm his way into having your raw vocals played clearly over the metronome for him to hear. 

your stage finishes all too quickly. though niki may be biased, he would listen to your voice for the rest of the night, even as the hours continue on and the stars give way to the sun - everyone else be damned.

there’s a glint of sweat on your jawline as you pant. the cameraman stalling in front of your face signals the end of your performance. the shot lingers for a few seconds before the broadcast cuts away to an ad break. the cameras stay rolling on the monitor backstage, letting niki watch as you smile, patting one of your dancer’s on the shoulder before rushing off stage. 

he’s broken out of his trance by jay placing his hand on his shoulder. he jumps, face flushing as he notices he’s been in public - in front of his members - this entire time and not in the safety of hiding underneath his blankets when he usually admires you and your stages. 

“enjoying the show?” jay asks. 

“he has literal heart eyes,” sunghoon laughs. 

“i have to admit, y/n is an incredible performer,” sunoo comments. niki swats his hyungs away, face still burning as he walks over to sit next to the other boy. 

“at least someone here agrees with me,” he mumbles. 

jungwon chuckles under his breath, reaching across the couch to pat his knee. “we might run into him later. you should talk to him.” 

“you want him to talk to y/n?” jake leans over the edge behind sunoo. “he can’t even look at the guy without blushing!” 

“especially not if you keep teasing him for it.” heeseung looks up from over his phone. “y/n’s a nice guy. he’s close with kai. i’ve only heard good things.” 

“i agree with heeseung-hyung,” niki sighs, leaning back against the couch. 

“you know we’re just teasing,” jake says, reaching over to pat his back. “we want the best for you. besides, you never know what could happen.” 

niki rolls his eyes, turning away in a poor attempt to hide the still-growing blush spreading across his face. though he’s sure the others notice it they don’t say anything, giving him a short reprieve from their incessant teasing since the first time he saw you.

with their attention elsewhere, niki’s thoughts wander. he knows so much about you - at least about what you’ve told the public. he could list your favorite movies and coffee order by heart. he knows the lyrics to each of your songs, fanchants included. he knows about each “imperfection” on your face, your favorite color to dye your hair, the childhood scars on your knees and elbows. 

even with his everlasting knowledge about you, niki still doesn’t know if you’re aware of him. if you know his name or would recognize his face. would he fade into the crowd, just another idol you bowed to at an award show? what if he asked for your number? would you say no? even if you did say yes, what if you don’t click as friends? 

but… what if you do? what if it leads to something more? what if-

his stream of consciousness is cut off by jungwon patting his shoulder. “hey, we’re being called to sit down in the audience.” 

niki nods, following behind the rest of the group to their seats. he settles between heeseung and jay as they prepare for a long night of sitting perfectly still surrounded by a million cameras on all sides. at least he wasn't being filmed when he blushed through your entire performance.

finally, after what feels like hours of waiting, the award show ends. people drift around, rushing through various different hallways and dressing rooms around him. 

niki wanders through the building, searching for enhypen's dressing room. in hindsight, trying to find the bathroom alone during an award show filled with hundreds of different people probably wasn’t the best idea.

he gasps as his shoulder hits someone, arm reaching around to grab their waist before you both tumble to the ground together. you wince as you hit the unforgiving floor below. niki hovers over you, wide eyes staring into your own. “y/n?” he scrambles to his feet, holding out a hand for you. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you there.” 

“it’s okay, it was also my fault.” you chuckle. “niki, right?” 

“i- yeah.” 

“i’ve seen you perform a few times, your dancing is incredible! and i love your voice.” niki’s blush deepens as he nervously laughs. 

“thank you. um, i hope this isn’t too weird, but i was hoping… i could get your number? you know, so we can be friends? if you want to, i mean-” 

“of course you can.” niki pulls his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it before handing it over to you. you're nonchalant as you lean back against the wall, typing a special string of numbers into the device. “you know, honestly, i was hoping you were gonna ask me out on a date.” 

niki freezes, looking up at you. “really?” 

you nod. “i like you. i have for a while. i was hoping i could take you out sometime. there’s a cat cafe nearby that i go to on my day off, if you’re up for it.” 

“yeah!" niki pauses. he feels like he's on fire, though he's not sure how much of that is because of you or because he just embarrassed himself in a busy hallway. "yeah, that… that sounds great." his voice drops, nearly to a whisper you finish typing,. he takes his phone back, albeit with shakier hands. "i’ve really liked you for a while now too.” 

you smile brightly at him. he can feel his ears burning. he’s grateful when you don’t say anything about it. “does tomorrow work for you? we can meet at the cafe.” 

“tomorrow works perfectly.” 

you step a little closer to niki. now he can see you in more detail. how the small black eyeliner and light brown makeup around your eyes accentuates your features. how the corners of your pink-tinted lips remain quirked upwards in a small smile. how alluring your eyes are as he looks into them. 

you lean in to press a quick kiss against his cheek before pulling away. wide brown eyes blink back at you. niki can hear someone calling for you from down the hallway, cutting the moment short. “i’ll see you tomorrow!” you call, rushing over to a man who he presumes is your manager. 

niki remains where he’s standing for a few seconds, processing everything. in the span of a few minutes he had met you, gotten your number, and been kissed by you.

he shoves his phone back into his pocket, smiling to himself as he finally makes his way back to enhypen’s dressing room. his hyungs are spread throughout the room, patiently awaiting for their car to be prepared so they can head back to their dorm. 

“what’s with the blush?” jay asks, looking up at him from his position on the couch. 

“did you see him again, loverboy?” sunghoon teases. 

“he kissed me.” 

heeseung’s head almost whips in his direction, staring at him. “what? when?” 

“i ran into him in the hallway and he asked me out. and then he kissed my cheek.” 

jay smiles, patting his back. “that’s my boy!” 

“congratulations,” jungwon smiles. 

niki nods, still giddy from the kiss. “thank you.” 

“if he’s this flustered from a cheek kiss imagine how he’ll be when y/n kisses him for real,” sunghoon chuckles. 

“lay off of him for a while,” jake nudges the other boy. “he just scored a date! at least let him be excited.” 

“i’m just saying,” sunghoon defends, reaching forwards to ruffle niki’s hair. he flinches, whining as he pushes sunghoon’s hand away. “in all seriousness, we’re proud of you. i hope the date goes well.” 

niki smiles. “i hope so too.” 

it's nearly midnight by the time they finally arrive back at their dorm. niki sighs, finally back in the comfort of his bed. he leans back against the sheets, the tension in his body relaxing slightly.

his phone vibrating on the table next to him pulls him out of his tired haze. slightly irritated, he rolls onto his side to grab the device. what could be so important that he needs to be contacted at this hour?

his annoyance immediately fades as he turns his phone on. there are two messages from an unknown number.

unknown

hey it's y/n :)

i know it's late, so i'm hoping you'll see this before you fall asleep

does 10:00 tomorrow work for you?

niki sits up, clutching his phone in his hand. he stares at the screen before it turns black from inactivity. excitement courses through him as he switches it back on, quickly typing out a message of his own.

you

10:00 works perfectly!

your response comes immediately in the form of a typing speech bubble. niki watches it intently until another message sends through.

unknown

great :))

i'm really looking forward to seeing you

he types out his reply quickly, sending it before he has time to overthink anything.

you

i'm looking forward to seeing you too <3

niki can feel his phone vibrating against his blankets. another text from you. he bites his lip, internally bracing himself for your reply. even though you asked him out first, he wonders if he's moving too quickly. like you'll suddenly come to your senses any minute and realize you could do so much better than him.

unknown

my manager will yell at me if i stay up any longer lol

goodnight niki <3

relief replaces the previous dread almost immediately. he lets out a small sigh before typing out another reply.

you

goodnight y/n <3

with the security that he has a date scheduled with his crush for the next day, niki rolls onto his side, still holding his phone in his hands. your conversation was short, but he finds himself replaying each moment of the interaction in his head.

his mind drifts back to when he literally ran into you backstage. you look so handsome in person. so much prettier than he ever imagined. your voice is different, too. it drips with honey, luring him in like a siren. niki knows so much about you, but he yearns to know more.

he plugs his phone in to charge, setting an alarm to make sure he doesn't sleep in too late before finally drifting off to sleep with a small smile on his lips.

[seekingwriting]

don't wanna flood my main writing blog ( @aspenwriting ) with this buuut !! looking for someone to play anthony bridgerton or a period oc with jonathan bailey as the faceclaim !! my current fixation, lol. either on here or discord. willing to double, because i actually enjoy it. so i'll portray any faceclaim ( with the exception of underage and deceased. ) on any plot. smut is optional, but somewhat preferred cus i love some chaotic sexual tension and spicyness. below you can find my oc's info + plot soo!! pls let me know. i write semi - lit, little to no triggers, and v active! message me here for my discord !!

dodie jane weston is a twenty and six year old woman, who was born and raised in london, until the age of sixteen, when her family decided to relocate to vienna, austria, in order to help care for her maternal grandfather, who had fallen ill. before her tragic move, the weston family was quite close to the bridgertons, their mothers being childhood friends and gleefully allowed their children to play with one another, despite the eldest bridgerton child being two and a half years her senior. dodie was close with the second eldest, benedict, the two bonding over their shared love for the arts, though, dodie preferred to read. she also got along well with daphne, who looked up to her quite often, and dodie adored her as if she was her own sister. as for anthony, well ... at the age of thirteen is when dodie realized she had feelings for the boy, at least, that's when she was able to recognize such crush. the two had always had such underlying relations beneath their friendship, everyone could see it, including benedict and colin who would tease anthony, all while young eloise would playfully joke about the two becoming wedded when they reach of age. and maybe that would have been true, if certain events had never happened.

when dodie's family relocated, it was hard on her, saying goodbye to her second family, saying goodbye to anthony. but, she was at ease knowing she'll write with them and possibly visit in the future. sadly, the letters between her and her childhood crush would halt after seven letters. she remembers her own becoming unanswered, from all of the bridgertons, until a fortnight passed and her parents informed her that edmund bridgerton had died. when the news broke, dodie wrote until her hand was numb, writing letters to each family member, and two towards anthony, telling him that she was deeply sorry for his lost, and to please let her know he was okay. each member that was capable of writing wrote back, all besides anthony. in fact, he never sent her another letter again, much to dodie's heartbreak.

the weston family resided in vienna for a decade, even after her grandfathers passing, her parents decided to settle there to keep her grandmother company. what brought them back to london, was their fortune decaying. for years, did the assure dodie she could marry whomever she wanted, whomever she loved, but when she sees her family's financial struggle, she decides marrying for duty was far more important, despite her initial belief that marriage was sacred. cue the weston's moving back during the social season, in hopes to find their only daughter a groom. being back in her hometown was wonderful - what wasn't, was having to face anthony bridgerton after he left her in the dust all these years.

dodie is a doe eyed woman portrayed by rose williams. as for her personality, she's a very intelligent book worm, who has a kind heart, but could be as fierce as many if needed to be. though easily flustered, she isn't afraid to make a move and call out anyone on their bullshit, and sometimes, she should probably bite her tongue, but it's hard to do when you're strong willed, and even more so, stubborn. here you can find her pinterest board.

[this-user-has-been-erased]

listen to the album "carousel" by robin guthrie pls its so good kind of ambient and doesnt have lyrics but its sooo dreamy and amazing. if you want lyrics listen to "heaven or las vegas" by cocteau twins but its in english and i know english songs suck but its still good. really chill for when you're superrrrrrrrr drunk and cant tolerate anything more than dreamy shoegaze-esque music. and if not that then listen to "skiptracing" and/or "going going gone" by mild high club which are two veryyyyyyyy fgood albums i love them with all my heart. can you tell lol im drunk as shit right now and this is the only time i can genuinely post my thoughts (ily avpd /s). and a film i watched today the battle of algiers really enlightening in terms of current events like whats happening in palestine.. definitely worth a watch its like 2h long but its worht watching once at least. i had to watch it for a class but i enjoyed it.

sorry for rambling i just like to get out as much as i can while my brain allows me lol. i love the arts in case you couldnt tell. im a little bit "woke" (using that term 10000000000% ironically lol nothign wrong with being woke). its almost over so i feel like i can just. post whatever i feel on my own tumblr blog rn and its fine nothing will happen anyway. thank you for being witness to my thoughts, whoever reads this. its rare for someone to genuinely listen to me. itll be over soon but for now i'll try my best to appreicate what life hands to me. this alblum "carousel" by robin guthrie - especially, because first of all its so good, second of all it was recommended to me by someone on discord and i appreciate it so much im so in love with it. music is such an important thing to me. i dont want to come across like one of thos "music is my life" people but tbh music is one of the most important things for me that i cant lie it does save me a lot when im feeling low. unfortunately at this point im feeling so low that it csant entirely save me. but for today at least its fine.

i love tumlbr i love it so much one of the only sites where i find people who are like me, who are genuinely like me. who i can relate to and who might be able to actually understand me. mostly people who are autistic and who have hyperfixations and who understand sort of how my mind works, though maybe not 100%. i love you all (besides ofc conservatives and TERFs lol go fuck yourselves) and ty i hope you know you made my life experience better <3 people i can relate to and resonate with <3 its not over yet thoguh. we;ll see how long it lasts lol

[sanjisblackasswife]

Just wanted to say i’m in love with all of your posts 🫂!! I would like to request a friends with benefits relationship with our beloved monster trio?? How that would turn out in the long run

Feel free to ignore, have a good day love <33

A/N: Omg ur my first request I’m crying tysm ;,) of course I gotchu and thank u!! Hopefully you enjoy:3 I got carried away so it’s kinda long sjsjsj

(NSFW/SFW) Having A Friends With Benefits Relationship with the Monster Trio (Fem! Reader)

CW: SO MUCH FLUFF PLS, Mentions of sex, FWB, Friends to Lover(s), a bit of angst, aaanddddd yeah lol.

Luffy

Personally I believe this would have only happened if you knew Luffy before the two years and if you already had a bit of a touchy friendship with him.

Also this FWB started once he turned 19 not when he was 17 lol

How it started:

Luffy was never interested in having sex nor cared, but after turning 18 & then now 19 a bit of his libido began to liven up more. You and Luffy always had a good opened friendship so it didn’t surprise you that one night when you both were sneaking more food to eat in his room you had a deep conversation about relationships, that then turned to you both admitting your never kissed someone, then eventually you both became each others first kiss, first oral sex experience, and then finally loss your virginity to each other.

You thought after having sex with your captain it would have been kind of weird. Luffy was very flustered and embarrassed the whole time, but afterwards he perked up a bit. It actually was fun to him and wanted to do more.

And that’s what got you both to being friends with benefits.

It wasn’t something you both verbally agreed on, it just sort of happened after the 2 year break. You knew it wouldn’t have any merit nor alter in your friendship with your captain because you both had specific goals and had trained harder than ever to succeed at reaching them. You had no complaints though and Luffy didn’t either.

He typically views your…time in bed as “play time.”

“Y/N do you wanna play with me?” He has his signature snicker behind the question hinting at what he wanted. The rest of the crew seen no difference in your friendship besides you both going to disappear for a few minutes then coming back all happy and giggly. The only person that found out was Zoro due to his keen observation skills, but he didn’t believe it at first since he never thought his captain interested in that at all due to all the women he ignored on their journey. But it was true and you actually enjoyed it, it was fun, you both only really did it every other day when you had complete free time or when there was a party going on and you both slipped away for a quickie.

How it’s going:

It’s been about 8 months into the FWB with him and it’s becoming more difficult to deny yourself of wanting to be around Luffy. He’s gotten so much better at sex and even starting to do things like cuddle you afterwards or give you a massage of places he hurt you. But besides all that Luffy began to do things you usually never seen him do before to you.

He started to bring you back gifts, protect you in battle, and sometimes you just catch him wanting to eat or nap with you. The more closer you got the more you started to feel more than just sexual desire from him, but you started to actually have FEELINGS for the man. You knew Luffy wasn’t the type to be anybody’s man so you try to ignore the feelings hoping they’re just a phase, but they would only worsen the more closer he got to you. You weren’t sure if he realized what he was doing, but because of this you tried to keep yourself busy after having sex; going straight to sleep until he leaves, picking up chores for everybody, just anything to keep your feelings at bay because you couldn’t handle the awkward rejection of him denying you of being inclusive.

“Luffy?” You shut your door behind you, it was about 10pm and you wanted to take a quick nap before you had to go on watch duty, you assumed Luffy was in his room for the night after letting him know you wanted to be alone so seeing him there was a shocker. locking the door, seeing his tired body starfished on your bed with his hat on his face. He jumped up to greet you with a smile. Tonight wasn’t the usual night you had sex so you felt a bit confused.

“Y/N! You’re back!” His arms stretched out to hold you tight and give you a fat wet kiss on the cheek. You hated it because it wasnt something you needed right now to avoid further feelings with him. “I missed you hehehehe.”

“Luffy i um…” you adjusted yourself on his lap to straddle him since he wouldn’t let go, “I thought you were sleep…did you…wanna play?”

“Oh no! Maybe in the morning, but…are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

His gaze softens and his smile narrows down at you, his arms loosen to let you sit beside him on the bed as he looks down swinging his feet.

“I just…I don’t know you’ve been distant. Did I make you mad? I wanted to actually PLAY play with you with Usopp, but Nami said you were busy, then I wanted to train with you, but you were taking a nap, and then I wanted to eat with you, but Sanji said you ate early and headed to the watch tower. I barely see you.”

Luffy was always the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but for him to express his concern to you like this made you feel guilty. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was yours. Maybe both, you wasn’t sure so you sighed at him trying to find the right words.

“I just…I been avoiding you because….I…I made a mistake….and I’m afraid you won’t like me because of it.”

He cocked his head to the side, just for a moment he frowned then smiled again harshly patting your back. “What do you mean you could never make me mad I love you!”

Love?

Wait…

“You love me…?”

“Yeah! Duh.” He scoffed, confused at your confusion. “Don’t I Tell you that a lot?”

“No Luffy we Never told each other that.” You felt like he was playing a cruel joke on you, no way he was being for real…but due to him not laughing with you he meant it.

“Oh…well I do love you, y/n. Don’t you love me back?”

“I..I do, but…well wait do you love me as a friend or LOVE love me.”

Luffy squinted his eyes and have you an unreadable look. He then rubbed his chin with his finger pretending to think, “Both.”

“Both?”

“Yeah both you’re mine!”

“…like a girlfriend?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” Luffy laughed at your puzzled face, putting his hat on your head to then throw you on his lap as he lays back on the back. “You’re my girlfriend. I mean I think you are, i think about you a lot, i like being around you alot, and my big bro Ace always told me that’s what a girlfriend is…i think…? I thought we were a couple months ago….remember Valentine’s Day?”

That day you could never forget. You and Luffy spent the entire day together and you remember a ring he stole found and gave it to you. To this day you wear it as a necklace since it couldn’t fit your finger properly.

“Yeah this one! I gave it to you as like a promise! A promise that we will always be together !” He pulled out the jewelry from your shirt and played with it with his fingers. You felt some heat on your cheeks. A promise ring? Who the hell told him about those? “I asked Nami for some advice on what I should get you and she told me you love jewelry so I wanted to give it to you to make sure you know you’re my one and only!”

You never assumed Luffy had these feelings as well, but he of course expressed them in his own way: with more action than words and honestly it was a relief. You smiled at him rubbing his still chubby cheeks to pull him into a sweet kiss.

“You’re my one and only too.”

Zoro

Zoro was the one that offered the suggestion (during the skypiea arc may I add)

You both had alotta tension between each other enemies to FWB HELLO

You of course accepted and honestly the second you did he took you right on his workout bench SKSJSJS I

How it Started

When you first joined not too long after Sanji you and Zoro were both the swordsmen of the group which off bat made so much tension. He was a bit envious of you.

You both trained each other and that grew into a bond, but you both kept bickering like an old couple, the old couple bickering that then ended up with Zoro kabedon’ing you and kissing you. It wasn’t surprising considering you both have not only made mean remarks towards each other, but also flirtatious one’s

“You can be such a brat….”

“Oh Yeah? You wanna be a brat tamer then?”

Eventually enough was enough and that’s when you both started having casual sex. It was usually only done if you or him were stressed out. Zoro made it completely clear that no feelings will be involved of having sex and you didn’t mind it at all. He was your personal trainer and booty Call? Big W.

Sex with Zoro was quick and discreet, mainly because he didn’t want anybody in your business and getting the wrong idea so when the ship was docked you slid into a cheap hotel and had your fun there, however the days where you’re stuck on a boat and either of you feel needy you just offer Zoro if he wanted to train with you and that was his signal.

It was plausible that you have grown to fall for the Marimo, during the last 6 months you both actually learned a lot about each other and how much you guys have in common besides your weapons. That bond led to more time together, you both used to be paired off (sometimes to have a quickie) and fighting side by side. It was nice to be around him.

And he felt the same way too.

How it’s going

2 years have passed with no contact of Zoro. You of course thought about him a lot during your time training to be a better swordsman, but any feelings you believed you could have developed been diminished and you were more than ready to be back with your crew.

“Good to see you again, greenhead.”

“I know it is..missed me?”

Seeing each other again brought back memories you wished you would have cherished more before leaving. There was a few times Zoro had to speak to you about something important but it would always either get interrupted or possibly. Zoro usually tired to wear his heat on his sleeve, and be blunt with you as you are with him, but it felt different now? Almost like a shift between you both?

You knew he grew and got stronger while being away, but after 2 months since the reunion it’s like he wants nothing to do with you. You both didn’t joke as much, he didn’t laugh at your dumb jokes, he didn’t even want to train with you anymore.

“You’re not as strong as me to spar with.”

The comment was insulting! You trained just as hard as anybody else with battle scars to prove it and now…

“Excuse me?! You think you too good enough for a little training with me now?!” You shoved his shoulder back to face you as he was walking away, but he just grumbled to himself not even wanting to make eye contact with you. “The hell is with you why are you acting like an ass?!”

“Shut the hell up you’ve always been so sensitive I thought the two years you’d finally grow a pair!”

His words were so sharp you had to chuckle from tears trickling your eye. This wasn’t the same Zoro you were friends with. He turned his back to walk away, but you weren’t finished. No he had to explain himself.

You pulled your blade out to hit his side with the blunt part of your sword, but you truly under estimated Zoro’s speed when he grabs your wrist and flips you to the ground. Man, Zoro really didn’t discriminate with fighting back.

He’s squatting over your but holding your one arm against your back, Zoro chuckled to himself seeing you let go of your sword in defeat, but his curled smile then fell to a slow frown hearing your sniffles.

“Hey..” He finally got off of you to help you up. He didn’t hurt you actually, well not physically, but it felt like Zoro just didn’t care about you like you thought he did. Even though your love for him romantically has died, the love you have for him as a friend never did.

He seen your tears and with his rough touch he pulled your chin to look at him, “I’m..—“

“It’s whatever, Zoro. Sorry I did that..” Picking up your weapon to just go back in your room for the evening to forget everything was the initial plan. That was until the sword man tsk’ed to himself and grabbed your arm. With no words your sword dropped again as well as his with you now being squeezed into his strong arms.

“I’m apologizing to you, Y/N…I’m sorry.”

You didn’t have any words, your eyes just stared off over his shoulder still being held as if you were ganna disappear again before his very eyes if you let go.

“I know you been noticing me avoiding you…I didn’t want to, but I had to…I…before we separated I wanted to tell you that I um…”

“I…”

“I broke the sex rule.”

Zoro pulled back away from you, with his face now being so pink, he noticed himself and looked away annoyed like. He hated expressing his feelings but this was the only way he could get rid of this weight he’s been carrying for so long.

“I don’t know why…but 2 years ago…after we started having just sleeping together I…I started to like you…a lot…and it’s something I know we both agreed not to, but I couldn’t help it. It started to become more than us fucking…we shared a lot of moments together and I know you probably don’t feel the same way especially after so long, but I had to tell you or else I’d just keep avoiding you….I hated seeing your face look so sad when I wasn’t paying attention to you….you looked like a damn abandoned puppy.”

You laughed through your tears which made Zoro grin as he whipped your face. “I’m sorry.”

Never would you this the Pirate Hunter Zoro would be APOLOGIZING. You knew this would probably never happen again so without thinking you just hugged him tightly.

“You know…what if I told you I broke it too.” You’d be lying to say him hugging you didn’t bring back a bunch of feelings your swore you thought you threw away

“Then…”

“Then…how about we both take it slow…if that’s what you want to do. AT LEAST HANG OUT WITH ME AGAIN PLEASEEEE. Or else imma hanging out with the cook…he does look a bit cuter now aft—-“

Zoro had to stop your ridiculous claims with kissing you. If you kept going he probably would have went straight to the kitchen to cut Sanji up.

“Oh?” You teased, pulling back. He looked away from you tsk’ing once again, but you giggled wrapping around the back of his neck to kiss him more passionately this time.

“Let’s take it slow then.” He mumbled on your lips. You didn’t have time to respond as he kissed you again to then pick you up and hold you against the wall. He still wanted to take it slow, but he had to apologize for how he acted in a more physical way.

Sanji

Surprisingly (and ironically) he was the hardest the convince to get become FWB

Literally does not understand it. He loves you sm.

He only declined at first because after explaining that it was just sex and no love involved he wasn’t sure if he was able to just have sex with you without catching feelings

However it was okay because you both ended up falling for each other KSJSHSKS

How It Started:

(It was after the Water 7 arc that mf really carried pls)

The topic of sex only came up because of your constant teasing. You had so much fun flustering him, you didn’t think it was a big deal until he told you the truth about how he felt.

“Oh common don’t act like a whole bunch of women aren’t like this towards you anyways you should be used to it!”

“I um..no..not really.”

It kind of shocked you. Sanji had his flaws, but he was a cute boy! Very respectful and really sweet to women how come no woman has tried anything with him?!

It took a minute but after a few months of getting to know each other he explains how he never even gotten to kiss a girl before. He felt ashamed and less of a man, but that wasn’t further from the truth!

“Well how about..” Your arms reached around his neck smelling the smoke from his mouth mixed in with some mint. “I give you that. Trust me I don’t have c—MMPH!”

Pretty boy got so excited he just went for the kiss, however getting to into it your butt hit the counter with his cold hands rubbing your warm skin that was exposed from the thin shirt and short shorts you were wearing.

“I love you, marry me!” You barely had time to comprehend what he was saying in between kisses. You had to stop him once he picked you up and placed you in the counter.

At that point you did find his….assertion attractive , so you agreed to take his virginity! It was a short lived conversation, because he was already trickling of blood, but once he calmed down you decided to go and do it in the bathtub. (His idea)

After that Sanji actually became a whole new man, he viewed women so much more differently (in a good way) and he had you to thank for it. You on the other hand just wanted to help your FRIEND. Out.

But Sanji didn’t understand? When he’d bring you back roses, and try to make you a personal dinner you always declined his advances telling him that you both aren’t a couple so he shouldn’t have to do all that.

“But I thought two people that had sex loved each other?”

It damn near broke your heart how he said it lmao.

You explained to him though that’s true, you do love him as a friend, but Sanji didn’t want to hear it. He wanted you to be IN love with him. However you wasn’t ready for that.

The FWB idea was yours, and Sanji didn’t know what it meant, all he heard was “we can keep having sex sometimes.”

And you did. That very second you said it.

But one day Sanji offered to take you on a date and you declined which left him confused.

“Sanji, remember I said we’re just friends…with benefits we don’t go on dates.”

Poor baby he just didn’t understand.

For a moment he wanted to stop having sex, he didn’t, because if you didn’t feel the same way and he just kept falling harder and harder for you after each lay he couldn’t bare it if you decided you wanted to stop.

So he made a suggestion;

“Okay how about you give me 5 months to convince you to go on that date! If I swoon you, my love we can be more than friends! Deal?”

You had nothing to lose so why not. Your heart was set and stone though: just sex and nothing more.

Oh boy were you wrong.

It was like Sanji was no longer Vinsmoke Sanji the Strawhat cook, but Mr. Prince.

He even gotten better at pleasuring you, he learned what aftercare was, slowed down on his simping ways just a tad, putting you above the rest of the women he encountered, and you guys have suddenly started a routine where you both bathe together under a candle lit room after your steamy night sessions.

“You’re ganna marry me one day you know..”

Sanji’s confidence was something else, he confessed each time and you just hummed as you relaxed between his legs. You nearly felt bad for how much effort he put into getting you to love him back, but you both knew the pros and cons of being causal sex buddies.

A few months have passed and you have yet to allow him to date you despite him going so above and beyond for you, he almost felt defeated knowing the 5 months were almost up in a couple days and you still haven’t budged I your feelings for him, but..he may have been on to something because his efforts didn’t go in vain.

How it’s going:

Two long years of missing Vinsmoke Sanji. Your pretty boy. Your Prince. You couldn’t believe it but there were so many moments you laid your head on the pillow after a long day of training wishing Sanji was to massage your body. Oh the way you missed his hands over your body, not just sexually, but when he hugged you one last time before you bid your farewell to him. You never really got to admit how you felt.

You never got to let him ask you out and actually tell him yes.

You loss.

You fell for him and you fell hard. None of the men you talked to during the 2 years were anything like Sanji, they didn’t get your jokes, cook with you, share the same interest nor actually cared. They just wanted your body and honesty you felt like you deserved the treatment because that’s how you treated Sanji. And he didn’t deserve that.

You all are back now, everybody has grown especially the cook. He’s stronger and looks more mature, his voice even gotten deeper. He looked so attractive in his suit, you nearly felt embarrassed to see him again though. Your heart was pounding seeing him from a distance fawning over Robin and Nami. You were the last one to arrive to the Sunny, “Sanji..” you whispered to yourself. You believed after so long he definitely didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. You dragged and led him on for too long. He probably been with so many other women after you and you tried to accept that.

When he seen you land on the boat saying your hellos and hugs his cigarette fell out of his mouth. You looked breath taking, and all the feelings he once had came rushing back they never left in the first place his cheeks were hot as he approached you hoping you’d meet eyes, and you do.

“Sanji.” You grin. He was a few inches taller than you now and it made you get butterflies. You felt so stupid getting all nervous around him ITS SANJI WE ARE TALKING ABOUT.

“I missed you.” Sanji grabbed your hands to kiss them, you blushed. Damn you, Blondie for being so charming.

Later that night Sanji couldn’t keep his gaze off you. His mind was running a mile a minute he missed your laugh, your voice, you scent, everything. However something was chipping at his shoulder he just couldn’t get off and he felt like you were the same way.

“Hey can I talk to you?”

“Of course, my love! Did you enjoy dinner?”

“I did I did..missed your cooking, Sanji!” He smiled at your praise cleaning his hands to have your full undivided attention. “But I um…I missed you.”

He paused. Did he hear you correctly?

“You what?”

“I..I missed you.” You sighed not wanting to eye him, he felt more intimidating now, but you knew you had to spit it out for how wrong you were and if he didn’t feel the same way then it’s just another loss you’ll have to deal with. “Sanji I..um..you..fuck okay I missed you so much it hurts, Sanji i thought about you..everyday when I was away. Okay? I don’t know how you did it, but I was wrong. I was wrong to use you like that, I was wrong to treat you like that, I knew you fell for me and yet I pushed your feelings aside for my own satisfaction and…” your voice began to crack as the heaviness of your guilt began to weigh on you. You looked away trying to fight your tears. “I’m sorry I used you. I know that your feelings for me are probably gone. You’ve seen so many more beautiful women worthy of your love so I understand completely if that’s the case. I just wish…before we left I would have told you that…It wasn’t just the sex..I ..I love you Sanji…and I—“

He kisses you, his lips so soft and gentle against yours your legs shake a bit, but don’t worry if his hands wasn’t already holding your waist he would have caught you anyways.

“You don’t ever have to apologize, my love…just know how happy I am to hear that…from you. I never stopped thinking about you either.” He exhaled on your lips holding your cheeks now to wipe away any tears that escaped. You looked into his eyes and seen the gloss pushing through his own and smiled. “I love you, y/n.”

You share a giggle and a sweet peck on the lips. “I love you too….so…how about…tomorrow…you take me on that date?”

“And then after that you’re ganna marry me?”

You giggle at his hopeful face, “Yes Sanji i will…”

He couldn’t have been happier to hear such words.

[shadowofchwe]

paradise | joshua hong

An ocean view is great, really. But the best view is your gorgeous new husband between your legs.

🌅 Pairing: husband!joshua x reader

🌅 Word Count: 1.4k

🌅 Rating: 18+

🌅 Genre: Smut, mostly pwp, some fluff, a little crack humor, honeymoon au, established relationship

🌅 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (right into the smut lol), oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), biting, slight mention of exhibitionism, Josh's terrible humor and married banter 🤩, two idiots in love honestly, hair pulling, wedding ring kink (idk if that's a thing but), fingering, very very brief mention of reader biting lip hard enough to draw blood, cum eating, making out, marking, grinding, groping, unprotected sex (be safe pls), praise, mostly soft love making™️ tbh

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with Ray Joshua and to me he just screams sexy times on the beach on your honeymoon with your new husband 🫠 Writing this literally destroyed me and made me permanently delulu so I hope you enjoy 🥹 Thank you for all your love and support towards me and my writing you're all so so lovely 🥺💙 Also fic will be below the cut since it starts with the smut right away hehe

Masterlist

"God," you sighed out as the summer sun bathed you in warmth, "this is fucking paradise."

A grumble sounded from below you, "Easy for you to say. Your loving husband is eating you out. In front of an ocean view, might I add."

"Hey, I just came out here to lounge on our amazing balcony with my gorgeous husband. You're the one who decided to relocate your face between my legs- Ow!" you cried out at the sudden feeling of teeth on your thigh.

"Don't act like you weren't moments away from coming. I could feel you."

A chill ran through you at his words, but you were still readying another smart remark.

“Don’t act like I didn’t give you the suck of your life when you woke up this morning.”

When he didn’t respond, you decided to chance looking down, and your brain immediately short circuited.

Your husband’s head had surfaced, and he literally looked like sex. His burgundy curls were in disarray, his dark eyes were slightly glazed over, and he had you all over his pretty pink lips.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re eating.” he chastised you before sensually licking his lips clean, and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

You took a quick glance around. The balcony of your honeymoon suite was private enough, but you weren’t completely out of view of the other guests. Anyone who looked for more than a few seconds would be able to see exactly what was going on.

You, sprawled out on a lounger, sundress bunched up around your hips, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat, and your husband, Joshua, on his knees with his head buried between your legs. The thought made you feel hot all over.

“Mmm,” Joshua hummed as he followed your gaze, “we are giving people quite the show, aren’t we?”

You leaned down closer to him, making sure to keep your voice low, “You don’t actually think anyone is watching us, do you?”

“I have no idea, angel. You know that I only have eyes for you. Besides, I haven’t seen anything for the last ten minutes except the inside of your cunt so.”

“Josh!” you practically squealed, your face burning bright red as you tried to hide behind your hands.

He feigned innocence, giving you a cute little lopsided smile.

“What? You have your view, and I have mine. Although, I definitely think that out of the two of us, I’m the one that’s in the splash zone right now.”

“Oh my God, stop! Please just stop talking." you begged, even though you were still laughing slightly because you loved your idiot husband so damn much it almost killed you.

Joshua's face lit up at the sound, positively beaming from ear to ear as he stared up at you.

"I love you." he said softly, the declaration warming you even more than the tropical sun above.

"I love you too." you voiced, grinning back at him like a lovesick fool.

"And lucky for you," he murmured as his lips glided over the inside of your thigh, "my mouth has more pressing matters to attend to."

Your back arched against the lounger when he dove back in without hesitation, his nose bumping against your clit as he resumed fucking you with his skilled tongue.

A series of breathy moans left your lips, and one of your hands reached down to find a home in your husband's dark red curls. Your wedding ring glinted beautifully in the sun as your nails scraped against his scalp. You could feel the cool metal of Joshua's own band from his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place.

Your free hand reached above you to grab onto the back of the lounger, your grip instantly tightening the moment your husband's lips wrapped around your clit. Your body instinctively squirmed at the sensation, but Joshua was quick to throw his arm over your hips to press you down into the chair.

You watched as his muscles flexed deliciously from the effort of holding you down. You were so distracted by the sight that you hadn't even noticed the movement of his other hand. Until you were crying out, your body practically jolting at the feeling of two of his long fingers plunging inside of you.

"Fuck fuck fuck." you cursed as his tongue simultaneously flicked over your bundle of nerves.

You pulled harshly at his burgundy strands, and your husband grunted in response before grazing his teeth against your clit. You bit your lip so hard you thought it might draw blood, just to keep from screaming out loud. His fingers were stroking you just right, and the suction from his sinful mouth had you feeling ready to float up and out of your body

"Joshua…fuck…I'm so close." you breathed out, everything else in the world falling away except for you and the beautiful man between your legs.

"Let go for me, angel. Fuck, wanna taste you." your husband beckoned huskily, and you readied yourself to topple off and over that ledge.

Joshua gave you the final push when you felt his teeth on you again, and you turned to bury your face into the chair to muffle your choked out moan as you came. Your husband removed his fingers from you before greedily drinking up your release, and you whimpered softly as you tried to regain your grip on reality.

"Mmm, angel, you taste like fucking paradise."

He made a show of licking his face and fingers clean, keeping his eyes locked with your own the entire time. You weakly reached out to grab onto the collar of his lacy white shirt and tried to pull him up. Joshua quickly got the hint and hauled his body up so that he was hovering over you, and you could immediately feel how hard he was just from eating you out.

You lifted your head to claim his mouth, moaning as soon as you tasted yourself on him. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer, and Joshua immediately deepened the kiss and stole away what little breath you had left.

He rolled his hips and you gasped as you felt his still covered cock press against your core. His lips moved to attach themselves to your neck, and he immediately started sucking color into the sensitive skin. Your hands were in his hair again, holding him to you as you sighed out in pleasure.

His hands were all over you. Running up your sides, groping your breasts, sneaking underneath your sundress to push the garment up even higher. It was too much and not enough all at once. You still found yourself wanting more. Needing more. Every part of you was screaming out for him.

"Joshua…need you. Inside me…please. Now." you pleaded breathlessly, hips rising up to meet him.

Your husband groaned before rutting against you once again, "Fuck, angel. Here? Are you sure?"

You were so out of your mind with want for him that you couldn't even really be bothered about still being somewhat out in the open anymore.

"Yes. Just fuck me, please." you answered, voice dripping with need as your fingers began clumsily undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Joshua let out an impatient growl before taking over for you and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt in seconds. You pushed the garment off his broad shoulders and down his arms before reaching down to pull his cock out of his swim trunks.

He hissed as soon as your hand wrapped around him, and strong arms caged you in on either side of the lounger as Joshua lowered his weight on top of you. You wasted no time in lining him up with your dripping entrance, and moaned out when you felt him start to push into you a moment later.

You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he steadily sunk further between your walls.

"Fucking hell, angel. You always take me so well." Joshua praised you once he had buried himself to the hilt.

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he slowly drew back out before pushing all the way back in.

"God," you rasped out, "you feel so good."

He started a rhythm of slow deep strokes that had your back rising off of the chair once again. You could feel every inch of him dragging inside you, and it was like the sweetest torture.

Minutes slipped away, and you lost count of how much time you spent lazily making love to each other under the heat of the sun. Nothing more than a clumsy tangle of limbs and whispered sweet nothings. Simply, paradise.

[laughing-with-god]

The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

--

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note:  So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next.  The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life.  Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ.  Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol.  This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments.  Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads​ once again for creating the cover art for this fic.  They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop​! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic.  They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar.  They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while.  I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.  

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 7

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: andddd we're halfway already?????? honestly felt like yesterday that i posted the teaser (funfact: i started working on this almost immediately after my daisy ended) anyhow, i hope you're enjoying the story so far and, as always, pls enjoy and dont hesitate to share your thoughts with me :D

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You wake up to find yourself tangled in someone’s hold, and you’re not even surprised when Wonwoo’s sleeping face greets you when you slightly pull away from his embrace. He frowns in his sleep, like he’s in a bad dream that he wishes to get out of, and it’s not even a minute later that he opens his eyes and blinks slowly at the sight of you.

“Hi.” You wince at how dry you sound, and Wonwoo immediately reaches out to the glass of water on his bedside before he helps you sit up and hands it to you. You’re in Wonwoo’s room, your brain registers, not your usual room in Wonwoo’s place, but you’re on his bed and you can’t help but realize how long it’s been since the last time you slept there.

The window in his room tells you it’s probably still dawn outside, and you’re awfully aware about how empty your stomach is and how sore your whole body feels. Wonwoo asks if you’re okay, and when you tell him you’re just hungry, he readily gets up and tells you he’s going to heat up some soup from last night.

Wonwoo insists you wait on his bed, but you tell him you’re tense and you need to move around even if it’s just to his kitchen. He sighs in defeat, not wanting to fight you when you’ve just woken up, then takes your hand in his to help you stand up from the bed and pulls you with him to the kitchen.

It doesn’t take long to heat up soup, and you thank him for the food after he settles down beside you and slides the bowl of rice in front of you. Wonwoo’s silent for a while, and you let him be because you’re a little more hungry than you thought you were so you figure it’d be better to eat first and ask later.

“Good?” he breaks the silence when he notices you’re about done, glancing at the digital clock on his fridge that glares a bright 3:07 AM at him. He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t have eaten at this hour if not for the fact that you literally fainted for that very reason, but he’s just glad he doesn’t have to force you to eat because he’s actually prepared for it, knowing full well that you’re often too bothered to eat when you’ve just woken up.

“Hmm,” you hum after taking one last bite, putting down your utensils and you let him put the dishes away before he sits back down beside you. It’s so easy–to let your head fall into his shoulder and for Wonwoo to pull you closer against his, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he does so. “Did you have it delivered?”

“Jennie bought it for you,” he whispers against the silent room.

You don’t really answer, simply say ‘oh really?’ like you’re making comments about stuff you hear in passing, though Wonwoo’s glad that you don’t tense in his hold at the mention of her name. “What happened, Won?”

“You fainted,” he blurts right to the point, and you can’t help but chuckle at his deadpan tone. He frowns at your reaction, not getting at all how you can find it funny when he could barely fall asleep worrying for you until his eyes eventually gave up two hours ago. “Why didn’t you eat anything the whole day? Do you know how worried everyone was?”

“Everyone?” you perk up at his words, wasn’t there only Jennie and Soonyoung?

“Jeonghan and Shua were here,” he informs you, telling you that Chaeyoung also called and your cousins dropped by after they found out you fainted; that Jeonghan said you’re not allowed to go to the office until the charity dinner is finished.

“So I’m working from home?”

“You’re not working at all. You have to rest until d-day,” he says with finality and, as always, you know there’s no fighting him if he’s already called your full name like a five years old caught stealing cookies.

You’re about to whine, but you know Wonwoo’s right and you do need to be on your prime condition during the charity dinner; it’s always your prioritized event, after all, because even though it’s not as big as the annual party, you try to give even more than you usually do due to the fact that it’s charity.

“And you?”

“You literally fainted and you think I’ll leave you alone?”

You let out an amused scoff, burying yourself further into his hold and then circling your arms around his figure. “My best friend, ladies and gentlemen.”

The words hurt more than he thought it would, but Wonwoo shrugs off the bitter taste on his tongue and tightens his embrace instead. Perhaps if he hold on to you strong enough, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

Perhaps if he hold on to you tight enough, it would feel like you feel the same, after all.

“Let’s go back to sleep?” he whispers instead, not knowing how to respond to your words even though he knows you aren’t expecting him to at all.

“Just… a little more,” you mumble against his neck, your lips slightly grazing his skin and setting off warmth through his body. Suddenly, he’s painfully aware about how there’s practically no space between the two of you, with you pressing yourself to him and his arm wrapping you into his embrace. It’s uncomfortable to be holding you in this position, but there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here. “Just a few more minutes.”

Wonwoo would’ve stayed forever if that’s what you ask him to.

“So you’re feeling better?”Soonyoung asks from the other side of the phone. He’s sent you a whole catering consisting all sort of food from his sister’s catering he thinks should help you recover (though he confesses later on he’s just really not sure what you like so he asks his sister’s team to send just about anything), and you’re genuinely convinced you and Wonwoo can share this for three days and there would still be leftovers.

“Yeah, I’m forced to rest,” you joke, though deep down you’re kind of relieved you finally have the time to slow down and rest. “Sorry I ruined our dinner, we should reschedule after the event.”

“It’s fine. Gotta give it to you though, it’s such a refreshing way to be stood up. Don’t think I want to experience that again. Should’ve just said you don’t want to have dinner with me, you know?”

Your laughter rings throughout the room, and it’s then that Wonwoo appears on your door, his eyebrows raised in question as if asking who you’re on the phone with. You mouth Soonyoung’s name, and then you laugh some more at something that he said on the other line. Wonwoo simply watches from your doorframe, leaning on it with his arms crossed, then shakes his head when you pat the space next to you and instead signals you to come and eat lunch because it’s time.

“I’ve got to go. My babysitter is calling me to lunch,” he hears you say to Soonyoung, giggles and everything. It’s been so long since he sees you being so bubbly around someone other than your small-kept circle and Wonwoo’s still not sure how he feels about the whole thing.

He prides himself as a good judge of people, often being able to figure out people’s intent the moment they start speaking to him. But Soonyoung? He still can’t tell whether or not his advances towards you are romantic or not.

He blames his own feelings for that. He’s probably too subjective to be able to tell.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks again for the food, send my greetings to your sister too, okay?” you say as you get up from the bed. “Maybe I’ll use her service for Jeonghan’s parents’ anniversary.”

You push your phone into your pocket then link your arm through Wonwoo’s the moment you reach him, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow you to the dining room only to see the abundant amount of packed foods lining up on his table.

“Soonyoung sent you this?”

“Over the top, I know,” you laugh at his shocked face and then pull him with you to sit on the other side of the table. “He mentioned he doesn’t know what I like so he just told them to send me everything.”

Wonwoo has got to admit, you’re pretty energetic for someone who literally fainted the day before. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve told you to take it easy and to stay on your bed for the whole day, but he knows you and you would just feel antsy if he told you to be on bed rest.

Dr. Jung already checked up on you earlier this morning and said you’re fine, anyway, just that it’d be preferable if you don’t work too hard for the next few days. So he really has no reason to put you on bed rest when Dr. Jung himself already said you just need enough rest and eat proper meals.

“How are we going to finish these?” he looks almost troubled, and you giggle before reminding him Jeonghan and Shua are probably dropping by again so you have nothing to worry about. You can always send some to his family house too if it’s really too much.

“Speaking of, didn’t you say Shua was going to drop by in the morning?”

“Yeah, there was a sudden meeting with a foundation though, so he promised to come later instead,” Wonwoo explains as he places the plates on the table while you get utensils from his kitchen drawer. “Jinyoung called earlier, by the way. Asked if you’re okay and if you want anything.”

You shake your head though, telling him you can’t possibly want more food when the meals Soonyoung sent is blatantly laid out on the dining table.”Maybe tell him I just want him to propose to his girlfriend already. I can tell Jisoo is too kind to say anything about it.”

Wonwoo laughs at your words, and then nods in agreement as he opens some of the containers and puts away the rest for dinner.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you shrug. “I honestly never thought I’d experience fainting in my life.”

“I never thought I’d experience witnessing you fainting in my life,” he rolls his eyes, though glad that you do seem much better. “Seriously, princess, how could you not eat anything for the whole day?”

“I did drink my juice,” your voice is small, and Wonwoo knows you’re guilty inside despite trying to defend yourself. “And I ate my sandwich… half of it.”

Even though you’re avoiding his eyes, you can feel his gaze on the side of your face. It makes you feel queasy inside–his gaze always does–and you whine a little when he refuses to look away. In the end, you sigh and put down your spoon to entertain him and meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just didn’t feel hungry and when I did, it’s already evening, so I thought I was just gonna eat with Soonyoung,” you tell him truthfully.

It’s true though, you’re not actually as packed as you were a few days ago that day, but maybe the exhaustion piled up and you’ve always been the type to forget your meals when the day’s too busy, which is probably how you ended up passing out. You were being truthful too when you said you simply didn’t eat because you didn’t feel hungry, there was no purposeful intent to hunger yourself to the point of fainting.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to take three projects at once,” he says once again, even though he knows he’s just repeating himself at this point. You’re about to retort, probably something about the charity dinner being literal days away and you’re not backing off from the other two events now when you’re already half-way done with the preparation. But Wonwoo cuts you off before you even start talking, finally taking his eyes off you and then starts digging in again. “Just… don’t do that again, okay? I don’t want to see you like that ever again.”

It’s your turn to stare at him, and when you realize Wonwoo’s not going to return your gaze, you scoot your seat closer to him and lean your head on the side of his arm. “I’m sorry, okay? I promise I won’t forget to take care of myself again, Won. It was just… one of those days.”

He stills at your touch, and you hear the sound of his spoon against his plate before he shifts a little and tells you to look at him. When you pull away and give him a questioning look, Wonwoo simply flicks your forehead and scoffs when you whine at the slight throbbing pain.

“The last time you did that was when we were still in high school,” you chuckle a little as you think back on the memories before you smile weakly at him and repeat your apology. “Seriously though, I’m sorry I worried you that much. It wouldn’t happen again, Won. It was pretty scary too for me; I still remember the sudden loss of my hold. It wasn’t progressive except for the headaches, either. I honestly thought I was just having headaches, but one moment my vision gets extremely blurry and, next thing I know, you’re holding my weight because I couldn’t.”

“But you were… conscious?”

“I could still hear you guys talking, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t completely black out until we’re in the car.” It’s clear in your mind, even, how worried Wonwoo and everyone else sounded. You could hear Jennie frantically calling someone while Soonyoung thanked someone for giving him something, and you even detected Wonwoo’s frantic breath and heartbeat as he asked you if you’re okay. But you couldn’t really do anything, your body just felt heavy and even opening your eyes felt like pushing it.

It’s silent for a while until you hear what sounds like the pin code on the front door beeping and soft steps making their way to the kitchen. You’re not surprised to find Shua making his way to the kitchen, because he’s the only person who knows the code to Wonwoo’s place other than you. For emergencies, Wonwoo has said once, though you don’t really get what he means by that.

“That’s… a lot of food,” he says first thing after seeing the dining table, suddenly feeling glad that he’s not bringing any with him. He picks up the big paper bag on the floor and reads the name printed on it. “Lilac&Co?”

“Soonyoung’s sister’s catering service,” you supply helpfully.

Shua lets out a soft ‘oh’ and joins you both on the table, telling you Jeonghan would drop by later after his meeting finishes though he doesn’t exactly know when. “You feeling okay?”

You nod and don't wait a second to start telling him what you’ve just told Wonwoo. Shua has always been fussy, to the point where it might seem annoying to other people, but you’re used to it, and the fact that you grew up with no siblings and parents that are barely there makes you appreciate his nagging, if anything.

It never bothers you–never annoys you even on the worst day and your mood is down the drain.

You were five when you were told your aunt was pregnant with a girl. Shua’s going to have a sister, they said, and to your small world where Shua was the closest thing you had to a sibling, it felt like a threat. Even your five years old self was already aware that Shua was the only person who took care of you like a family.

Wonwoo was just your friend, another five years old you’d cry to when you scraped your knees on the playground. Wonwoo would panic, maybe hold your hand and hope you’d magically stop crying overtime though he would never let go until then. But Shua would kneel down and treat your small wound, then made sure to put on a band-aid with a picture of your favorite Disney princess before saying you did a great job holding back the pain regardless of how much you cried.

“I’ll help you with the next two events, okay?” he gives you that angelic smile of his, basically telling you his mind is made. “I’ve told Lisa to take most of my classes until the annual party is over so I should be able to take some of the prep work.”

“That assistant of yours really deserves a raise, you know?” you say instead, already accepting that Shua would be helping you with the events. There’s no use in rejecting his offer too when even you yourself realize how overworked you are with the monthly meeting around the corner and events preparations. It’s also scary to think you’d faint again out of nowhere even though you know better to take care of yourself now.

You can’t afford hearing Wonwoo’s distressed call of your name ever again.

The conversation goes about anywhere from there and it’s when you mention that you're really considering to use Lilac&Co for the anniversary party that Shua opens another topic altogether. “How did you end up befriending Soonyoung, anyway?”

“Oh! Remember the Kwons’ party? Soonyoung talked to me when Wonwoo went to the toilet. I thought he was trying to flirt with me but he just wanted to talk about his sister’s mousse.”

Shua subtly glances at Wonwoo after hearing you, trying to gauge a reaction only to see there’s none; Wonwoo simply continues eating as he absentmindedly nods at your words. He listens to your story, and then tells you he’s glad you’ve found a new friend after so long, and he, too, agrees that Soonyoung seems like a good person.

“–so I was going to hang out again with him at last but, well, you know,” you smile sheepishly.

“Why were you there, again?” The question is directed to Wonwoo, and he honestly answers that Jennie wanted to eat dinner with him and he was going to come see you after that because you weren’t picking up his calls. “Weren’t you with her too the night before?”

You frown a little at the reminder, having completely forgotten about the petty reason behind you ignoring his calls that day.

“Yeah, my mom made everyone eat dinner at home with her. But Jennie said she had something to…” Wonwoo stops for a while, trying to choose his words carefully to get rid of misunderstandings. “...consult about, so yeah.”

“Is she having a hard time here?” Shua asks in concern, not wanting to sound like he’s prodding. Wonwoo knows better than to think that, though. He knows Shua’s stand about Jennie is more or else the same with him, but it’s only natural for someone as caring as him to ask about his friend when he suspects they’re not in their best condition.

“Something like that, but it’s more… personal, I suppose,” he frowns now that the topic is brought up. He was so all over the place last night, his mind filled with nothing but your wellbeing that he forgot about his talk with Jennie until now. “She wasn’t sure who to talk to so she came to me.”

“Is it… bad?” is what Shua says, but Wonwoo knows him well enough to know that what he means to ask is if there’s anything he could help Jennie with–if he could do something that would lift the weight off his friend even a little.

“I honestly can’t tell, but it’s obvious that it’s bothering her to the point where she called me of all people,” Wonwoo decides to say, figuring that he should be able to say that much.

You stay silent at their conversation, not sure how to join in because you’re not close enough with the girl to comment. You don’t… hate Jennie, nor do you dislike her the slightest bit, but she’s always been someone you keep your distance from and it’s to your luck that she’s mostly out of the country than she’s not, which means you don’t really have to try to get rid of that weird feeling inside you everytime she’s with your circle.

You’ll be fine as long as you keep your distance still–no awkwardness, no weird feelings. When you hear she’s going to be in Seoul for two months, your first thought was just to hope that she’s busy enough that you wouldn’t have to meet her often. And you’ve been right–Jennie has been mostly too busy to be able to match schedules with Shua and the others. But you have never thought it would come at the cost of your Wonwoo accompanying her by himself.

The longest you’ve ever had to spend with her was about two weeks, then you’re already in a different continent again, and now she’s going to be here for two months? You can only make so much alibis to avoid her even between your already busy schedules.

Well, if you want to go back in time, you actually did spend a few years with her around you when you were kids. But you were six and your minds weren’t developed enough to complicate things and try to avoid her, though, even then, you already felt weird every time she’s around–almost like there’s something unpleasant that you can’t quite explain though you swear it’s not hostile.

“–she asked about you, by the way.” Wonwoo’s voice brings you back to reality, and when you look up to them, it’s only then that you realize you’ve been spacing out. “Wanted to make sure you’re okay and said that she wanted to drop by if you’re okay with it.”

Wonwoo catches the way you slightly bite your lower lip and your eyes falling into your lap, the obvious signs of your discomfort. “Maybe later? I don’t want to see a lot of people today.”

He knows you’re just making up reasons, but he also knows he can’t push you about it, more so now when you’re just getting better from yesterday’s episode. So Wonwoo simply nods, changes the topic, and tells you to eat more so you can fully recover for the charity dinner.

He can only hope he’d be able to talk to you about it one of these days.

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A/N: you guys ready for the charity dinner? (◔‿◔)ɔ

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HI can you pls do “Urge” with OG Michael Myers or Jason? As an x reader lol, and of course the slasher would be taller

THANKS KING 👍👍💜 LOVE YOUR WRITING

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST AND THE LOVE, SENDING IT BACK 💙 I hope that this fic is good and what you expected. I am in a bit of a writers block rn so bare with me 👹 ( this became a small vent fic, nothing triggering, reader is in college though. I didn't state what for, just that they are attending it :) )

prompt:

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face.

Focus

When you came home from college you were drained, to say the least. Overwhelming assignments, professors that were no help, classmates that seemed to stare at you any chance that they got. You tried to best to ignore it all, but it was so hard not to. The assignments were easy, there were just so many that it got you overwhelmed. Plus, you couldn't focus to save your life. The professors you tried to understand. Figure out their point of view and why they didn't seem to care for you, but it only seemed to make you worry more. With the students you did your best to not worry about their opinions. For all you knew they could be admiring you or your style when they stared. But then again, what if they weren't? What if they were thinking horrible things about you because of how different you dressed and looked?

Michael noticed the moment that you stepped through the door that something was off. He could go without noticing that you redecorated something in your home for weeks, even months. But the moment that something about you was altered, whether it be your mood or appearance. He was noticing it. You were his muse after all. The one thing that The Boogeyman of Haddonfield actually cared about.

He frowned under his mask when you seemed to walk right by him. He even tried to stand in your way, but you only shook your head. Making a straight path for your shared room. It made his eyes narrow. Wondering if someone had said something to you. Or even worse, laid a hand on you.

When he made his way to the entrance of the bedroom he peeked in. Stomach feeling light and empty at the sight of you curled up on the bed. Bag thrown on the floor, books scattered about. Any other day he would just leave the mess. He didn't cause it, why should he pick it up? But with the sight of you curled up on the bed, face hidden by your hands. He wanted to do everything and anything that he could do to help you out.

When you heard the shuffling in the room, your books being stacked and slid back into your bag. It had you turning to face the man that you grew to love and appreciate. He may have been a killer, but in times like these he was your hero. He knew how to make you feel a bit better, even if it wasn't a lot.

When he heard you shift to look at him he looked up from where he was knelt. Tilting his head with a questioning gaze. No words, yet all the questions in the world were bleeding from his piercing gaze. "I just got really overwhelmed today, no one hurt me." You knew him well enough that you knew that was the first thought running through his mind. His shoulders relaxing a bit, along with an exhale of relief escaping his nose.

He stood up from the floor once the books were away. Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching closely as you sat up beside him. Though, you didn't look at him. Staring down at your hands in your lap. Picking at the skin on your palms and fingers. The motion making Michael glare beneath his mask. Reaching his hand over so he could hold one of your hands. Allowing you to play with his fingers. It seemed to annoy him at first in the relationship, but anymore he enjoyed it when you played with his finger. Not only was it a healthier coping mechanism for you, but it felt nice. Made him feel appreciated. Especially since out of everything about himself, he loved his hands the most. They were the one thing that never failed him.

He didn't expect you to talk right away. Watching you with an intent gaze. Grabbing at your fingers a bit playfully in attempts to get a small smile from you. And even though he couldn't see it with how your head was tucked down and away from his view. He knew that it was there. Michael could do about anything and it seemed to have you smiling. As long as it didn't have to do with blood or violence.

"I keep thinking the world is out to get me." He could understand that in a sense. When he was younger he always had that feeling. Though, anymore the feeling was real. The world was really out to get Michael. "They keep staring at me, and I can't tell if they're silently judging me or not." The crack in your voice left a sour taste in his mouth. Nose scrunching up just a bit as he listened. "What if they do hate me?" Michael sighed, reaching over with his free hand to run his fingers over your cheek. Eventually grabbing your chin when you didn't move your head to look at him.

It wasn't much, but the look that he gave you reassured you of the worse. Even if the whole world hated you, you had Michael. A man believed to be souless. Who was staring at you with so much adoration and determination. Admiring your beauty, while determined to make you realize how appreciated you were. He lifted his mask up, not completely, but enough for his lips to show. Leaning down towards you. Letting out a sharp breath when you leant in as well. Lips brushing against one another, before they pressed together for a kiss.

Even if he was trying to comfort you. Reassure you that you were the best thing in this shit-hole of a world. His kiss was still rough and somewhat passionate. Not in a sense to become intimate with you, but rather to share a sensation of closeness. To tell you that he was here for you. That you both had one another, and that was all that mattered.

He'd only kissed you a few times without his mask before this. It was definitely a lot better than the first kiss, though. Smiling softly against his lips at the memory. How awkward and flustered he seemed. He had seen quite enough people kiss before in his life, but he didn't really know how. He was even a bit brutal with the force of his lips on yours the first time the two of you kissed. So, you had to guide him into a more relaxed one.

Although, his gentle touches spoke for him enough with this kiss. Telling you what the kiss meant. Along with the look that you saw in his eyes before he slid his mask up.

Once the two of you pulled away, his mask was being pulled back down. You, smiling softly at the curious gaze in his eyes. Snickering softly at the tilt of his head that he gave you. "Thank you, Mikey. That helped a lot." You reassured him. Leaning in to kiss his cheek. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Chuckling at the grunt of protest that he gave you. As if to whine and complain, though he wasn't pushing you away. He hardly ever pushed you away from him anymore. Giving into the more softer and intimate touches as he grew accustomed to the both of yours relationship. His hands moving to wrap around you. Resting his chin atop your head with a sigh. He'd fight the world for your happiness, and you both knew it.

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If It’s Alright

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

Combining a request from @616wilsons​ and an anonymous request: hi if ur still taking blurb requests could i pls request 🚪 (showing up at the other’s door for comfort) 🩹 (caring for wounds) 🧸 (exes with feelings) and “let’s get you out of your wet clothes” with Horacio and smutty (Blurb prompts are from This List)

Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of blood/injuries, alcohol, little bit of angsty goodness, slight steam

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I know the anon request was for smut but I just haven’t really been feeling smut lately, so we’ll have to settle for the implication lol. But I really really loved writing this. Exes with feelings is one of my favorite tropes right up there with friends to lovers. And I feel like it’s a trope that suits Carrillo so well. I hope you enjoy!

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For most people, the sound of rain falling outside, or pattering against the roof, was calming. It was something that helped them fall asleep quicker. But not for you. You loved the rain—that wasn’t the issue. You loved it, and it did help you relax. More often than not, though, when it rained at night, you stayed up to soak it all in.

You cracked your bedroom windows enough for the breeze and the sound to get in, but not so much that you would wake up to a soaked floor. The lights in your apartment were working just fine, the storm wasn’t so bad that it was messing with your electricity, but you still had candles lit and scattered around your house. It was nicer that way for you, more relaxing. The only light you had on besides that, was the small lamp beside your bed so that you could read without straining your eyes in the dark. You poured yourself a glass of wine, grabbed yourself some chocolate, and settled in with your newest book purchase. So rarely did you have nights that shaped up quite like this, and it was the most relaxed you’d felt in a long time.

The knock at your door came when you were three chapters into your book, and a glass and a half deep into your bottle of wine. You paused, looking and listening intently to make sure that you actually heard correctly. It was late, and storming, and you had no idea who would be showing up on your doorstep. Sure enough, though, a few moments later another set of knocks followed, these ones a little louder.

Despite the fact that it wasn’t cold at all, you pulled a sweatshirt on over your tank top in an attempt to feel a little less exposed. You padded through your kitchen, swiping a knife from the block as you went. It was unlikely that someone was showing up in these conditions to cause trouble, but nothing was impossible. You took a deep breath as you reached for the lock, then the doorknob.

Pulling it open just enough so that you could peek and see who it was, your eyes widened immediately. He looked so small standing there on your front step, soaked to the bone from the rain, and he was never a man who had seemed small in all the time that you’d known him.

“Horacio?” you said it as a question even though it shouldn’t have been.

He blinked, droplets falling from his eyelashes as the tiniest hint of a tired smile tugged at his lips for a brief moment, “Hermosa.”

Maybe it was the wine, or the late hour, or the strange circumstances of him being on your doorstep at all, let alone in the rain, but you felt yourself smiling at the familiarity of the title he greeted you with. It’d been a long time, long enough for the feelings to fade, but the warmth in your chest that you tried to deny proved that things hadn’t changed as much as maybe they should have. The fact that he was here to see you told you that you weren’t the only one with that problem. You wondered if either of you would be brave enough to admit it.

“It’s late,” you were still braced against the doorframe.

“It is,” he nodded.

You looked beyond him for a moment before training your eyes back onto his, “It’s raining.”

“It is.”

You waited a beat, wondering if he was going to say something else. When he didn’t, you cocked your head to the side, “What’re you doing here, Horacio, late and in the rain?”

“I was thinking of you—you’ve always liked the rain.”

You didn’t think that he was lying, per se, but you knew without asking that he wasn’t telling you the whole truth. The darkness of the night outside kept you from getting a good look at him, and that felt like a calculated move on his part. After all, he was nothing if he wasn’t calculated. Painfully calculated.

“That’s true,” you waited another beat, and if you were a crueler person, you would’ve bid him goodnight and shut the door in his face. But you weren’t cruel, not to anyone, but especially not to him, even if some nights you wished that you could’ve been. Letting out a quiet sigh, you asked, “Do you want to come in?”

Even in the dark you could feel him studying your face, “If that’s alright.”

You chuckled, opening your door a little wider, “You’re already here, hm?”

He stepped inside, and he immediately felt warmer being out of the rain. Looking around, a strange weight settled in his chest as he took in the setup of your home. It looked so peaceful, felt so peaceful. And yet, here he was, bringing his chaos into all of that. You let him, he supposed, but then again he hadn’t left you with much of a choice. The candles across your house all flickered slightly as the rain continued to batter against the roof.

When he heard the click of you locking the door once more, he turned around to face you. It was only then that he saw the knife in your hand. His eyebrows lifted, “What company were you expecting?” he nodded towards the blade.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you slid it back into the knife block, “I wasn’t…hence the knife,” you paused, leaning against the counter for a moment, watching him in the darkness of your home, a place where he had once felt so comfortable, “What’s on your mind, Horacio?”

“I don’t know,” from anyone else, it would’ve felt like a lie. But he wasn’t a man who ever admitted any sort of lack on his part. If he was saying that he didn’t know, you believed it without hesitation. He shook his head slightly, “I was here before I even…” his voice trailed off.

That’s when you saw it. The slightest bit of a wince, a momentary clench of his jaw and knitting of his brow before he tried to force his features to relax again. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you knew that he would try to brush it off, and you weren’t in much of a mood or an argument. So, instead of giving him the opportunity, you walked over and flipped on the lights instead.

The lights above your counter weren’t blinding. Their glow didn’t go too far past the kitchen itself, but they threw enough light for you to see the shape that Horacio was really in, and it almost made you wish that you had left them off. Your heart sank at the all-too familiar sight. You sighed, not out of exasperation, but out of an aching and an inherent knowing that you wished you didn’t have.

He fought the urge to shrink under your gaze. It was always so funny to you, really, that this man who had done unspeakable things, challenged the world’s most dangerous men, ended up feeling small under the weight of your worry, your anger, your disappointment. Or perhaps funny wasn’t the right word. At least, back then it wasn’t. Maybe now that things were different, it was alright to say that. A couple degrees of separation let you find the odd humor in the midst of all the hurt.

You walked over to him, cupping the side of his face as you gently grazed your thumb over the bruise that was darkening his cheek. Your voice was barely a whisper as you asked, “What did you do this time, Horacio?”

There was a beat of hesitation, but he leaned into your touch, “Does it matter?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head, “Only if you want me to help you.”

He rested his hand over yours, and you saw the blood that was beginning to dry on his knuckles. It was a wonder that the skin there was still able to break, that it hadn’t toughened up enough yet.

He shook his head, “It’s not that bad.”

Your smile had a hint of sadness in it, “I don’t think I believe you,” you sighed as your hand dropped, gesturing for him to follow you, “Come, let’s get you out of your wet clothes, hm?”

He followed you without question, something that he couldn’t do with many people in his life. The farther the two of you got from the kitchen, the darker the house became again. It was a short walk to your bedroom, and he hesitated at the doorway. You were the one inviting him in, but his steps still faltered.

He saw the book and the half-finished glass of wine sitting on your bedside table, and despite the exhaustion and pain that he was feeling, he allowed himself a smile. Some things didn’t change, and that was reassuring to him. His eyes were drawn back to you as you crouched in front of your dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer. You leafed through a few items before you pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. You shut the drawer and stood up, pausing for a moment to collect yourself before walking over to him.

You saw the curious look on his face as you held the clothes out to him. You shrugged, “You never came to get them…” you weren’t brave enough to say and I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them, but Horacio was a smart man, he knew without you saying it out loud. Allowing him a shred of privacy, you said, “I’ll get my things and I’ll see what I can do for you,” your first aid kit had never been so complete as when you were with him.

When you came back into the room, he’d changed into the fresh set of pants, and was just beginning to peel the rain-soaked polo off of him. He was moving slower than usual, and you had a feeling that the bruise on his cheek was the least of his problems. He held the shirt in his hand, looking over at you with a questioning expression on his face.

You set your kit on the edge of the bed and held your hand out, “I’ll put them in the wash.”

When you walked back into the room a few moments later, you found Horacio standing by your bedside table. Even though his back was to you, you could tell that he was looking at the book you’d been reading. He never quite shared your love of romance stories, of that particular brand of fiction, but he supposed that he understood it. You deserved the kind of love that you read about to frequently—he just wished that he could be the kind of man who could give it to you.

You walked closer and saw the bruises littering his back and shoulders. Most were fresh, but others were farther along in the healing process. You wondered what other doorsteps he’d ended up on, on those nights, or if he just licked his wounds alone in the silence of his own home. When you were close enough, you fought the urge to reach out and touch them. Your fingers itched to trail along the blemishes despite the fact that you could do nothing to alleviate them—only time could do that. Which was a conclusion the two of you seemed to come to for more and more things as the days ticked by.

“Can I see?” you broke the silence of the room.

When he turned around, you couldn’t help but to suck in a quick breath at the sight of him. There were more bruises, a few minor cuts on his face that you hadn’t seen before, but more concerning than all of that was the laceration just below his chest, going clean across his stomach and ribcage. No wonder he was moving so slowly.

“Horacio…” the word was barely audible even though the only other sound was the rain outside.

The way you said his name always made him feel so human. He never could get used to it, not when it mattered, anyway. Now, though, it was his greatest comfort. It’d been so long since he’d heard you say it, since he had the privilege of feeling whole again.

“I’m alright, hermosa,” he shook his head as though that would quell your concerns.

“If that were true,” you sat down on the edge of your bed, motioning for him to come closer, “you wouldn’t be here.”

He couldn’t lie and say that you were wrong, so instead he silently made his way to you. He watched every tiny shift in your expression as you looked back and forth between his cut and the kit of supplies sitting next to you on the bed. He saw you get the medical alcohol out and immediately tried to brace himself for the incoming sting. It didn’t matter, though, he still winced. His hand instinctively reached and gripped onto your shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to give him a bit of a tether in the midst of it all. You didn’t say anything about it, didn’t even look up at him for fear that it’d make him let go.

It wasn’t quite deep enough to need stitches, but you had the knotting feeling in your gut that told you it was going to be yet another scar to add to the running tally across his body. Your hands delicately moved across his skin as you finished cleaning and carefully bandaging up the cut. Caring for him always made you think that in a past life at some point, this was just what you did. Perhaps it was always for him. Maybe the two of you always found each other, maybe it was always like this.

“Sit,” you nodded to the edge of the bed next to you, “so I can clean out the ones on your face, too.”

“It’s really—”

“You came to me,” your tone was gentle but firm, “So, sit.”

He did as you said, carefully turning his body so that he was facing you head-on. The dim light of your lamp was just enough to be able to see what you needed to see. You felt with his hands first, making quick work of his split knuckles. Then, you cupped his chin, carefully turning his head as needed to wipe out all of the little cuts that littered his forehead and cheekbones. He hissed at the feeling of the alcohol doing its job, but he didn’t fight you on it, didn’t try to tell you to stop. He was somehow both the best and the worst patient.

A few small bandages later, you were done and closing up your kit. You set it on the bedside table, right by your book and still-unfinished glass of wine. Horacio watched your movements intently but didn’t say anything to you.

The shadows that your room cast onto his face and body hid the bruises well enough, but you still knew that they were there. Your eyes trailed over him, and you didn’t feel even a hint of shame about it, knowing that when you weren’t paying attention he had been doing the same to you.

Reaching out, you lightly trailed your fingers along his arm and up to his shoulders, leaving goosebumps in your wake, “What am I going to do with you, Horacio?”

When your hand reached his jaw, he reached and laced his fingers into yours. His eyes fell shut as he leaned in, letting his forehead rest against yours as he breathed out a sigh. For the first time all night, he felt his body starting to relax.

“Say it again.”

You let your eyes stay closed, “Hm?”

“My name,” he clarified, his voice still soft, “say it again.”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see it, “Horacio.”

“I almost forgot what that sounded like,” he admitted, his voice more emotional than he’d bargained for.

Your heart ached at that as you reached, running your fingers through his hair that was still dripping wet, “Anything else?”

He opened his eyes, “What?”

“Did you forget about anything else?” you clarified, voice still soft, eyes still shut.

He tilted his head just enough to be able to brush his lips against yours. Your first thought was to lean into it, to give in. But you didn’t. The brief, featherlight contact felt like it sucked all the air from your lungs. Resting your palm against his chest, you felt the fast beat of his heart. You did that, and there was an odd sense of victory in that, even after all this time.

“You need to rest,” you pulled away from him, standing up before gesturing to the bed, “Lie down, try to get comfortable. I’ll be right back,” you saw each emotion as they raced through his eyes, and you couldn’t help but to smile, “Can’t let the candles burn my house down. Not even in the rain.”

He smiled and nodded, but didn’t say anything as he slowly started to get himself situated in your bed. You peeled your eyes off of him, forcing yourself to walk out of the room so that you could shut off your kitchen light and blow out the candles scattered around your home. Your quiet night was long gone, but you supposed that this wasn’t so terrible either.

When you got back to your room, Horacio was lying on his side. You couldn’t imagine that that was comfortable for him, but again, it wasn’t an argument that you were going to invite. Instead, you stayed quiet, blowing out the candles in your room before taking your sweatshirt back off. You felt the way that he was watching you, actively choosing not to comment on it as you slipped into bed beside him. You allowed yourself a few more seconds to look at him in the soft, warm glow from your lamp. He was soaking it in too, and you didn’t miss the momentary disappointment that flashed across his face as you reached to turn the light off, submerging the two of you into a distantly familiar darkness.

“Horacio?” you whispered, testing the waters to see if he was still awake after a few minutes of silence between you.

“Yes?” exhaustion was heavy in his voice.

“It’s all going to be the same, you know,” your hand found its way to his cheek even in the darkness, “In the morning, when we wake up…it’s not going to be anything else…”

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel him nod beneath the gentle touch of your hand, “I know.”

“I hate that,” you admitted feeling secure in the blackness of your room.

He rested his hand over yours, “Me too, hermosa.”

“Horacio?” you mirrored your tone from before.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He couldn’t move quickly because of his injuries and bandages, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t pull you closer. You carefully maneuvered your legs to tangle with his as your arms looped around his neck.

His lips moved slowly, softly against yours. It wasn’t what you’d been expecting, but it was a welcome surprise. You melted against him as his arms snaked around your waist, hands slipping beneath the fabric of your clothes with ease. Even the movements of his fingers, the way they ghosted across your skin, felt gentler than you remembered. It was like he was trying to memorize you all over again, like the sound of his name falling from your lips wasn’t the only thing he’d been on the brink of forgetting. Part of you wished that his memory was worse—maybe he would’ve ended up here sooner. But you also knew that it wouldn’t matter, not really.

His hands slipped down, pushing at the waistband of your shorts. You knew that it wasn’t going to do either of you any good, but you didn’t want him to stop, either. You kicked them the rest of the way off, letting them get lost in the mess of blankets and sheets at the foot of your bed. His hands glided up your thighs and over your ass, his soft touch intensifying only when he gripped you so that he could pull you and situate you on top of him as he lied on his back. You felt him tense in pain for a moment as he moved, but it clearly wasn’t enough to deter him as he pulled you back in for another kiss. It all had an air of futility to it, but you weren’t going to make him stop. Everything would be the same in the morning, but the two of you still had the rest of the night.

[papermatisse]

Oasis || O.SH (II)

♔ pairing: superhero!sehun x f!reader

♔ genre: fluff, angst, crack

♔ word count: 4.7k

♔ warnings: profanity, violence

♔ synopsis: EXO: the nine member superhero gang protecting the city of Exodus. For years, they've done just that. A sudden turn of events leads them all stressed, confused, and paranoid beyond belief. A paranoia which could either lead them to answers or turn them against one another— turn them against their city.

♔ a/n: hello again! this is part 2, and actually a chapter unlike last time lol. pls enjoy 👏

series masterlist || main masterlist

"I'm running low on arrows," Sehun updated, feeling the bag on his back lighten as he spitfires arrows one after the other at the creatures below him. Within a second, Jongin pops up beside him, dropping a new, fully loaded quiver before disappearing once more.

"Hang in there, guys," Junmyeon's voice echoed through Sehun's ear. "We're nearing the end of this fight."

"I hope you're right." Chanyeol responded. "This is the longest Necromancer battle we've had yet." From where he was perched, Sehun saw Chanyeol fire another ball of flames at the group of undead nearing him, disintegrating them where they once stood.

"I'm clear at the southern end of the bank." Kyungsoo heaved through laboring breaths.

"Me too, main street clear." Minseok added. "He should be showing up any time now."

The he that Minseok was referring to was none other than Necromancer–one of their most notorious villains. He had been one of the first to revolt against them upon the genesis of their heroic duties. A man who held the ability to bring back the dead. Aside from the mortifying experience of battling deranged, bloodthirsty corpses of those who once roamed the Earth, Necromancer himself was someone who once bewildered the group of heros, as he was their one and only villain who never hid his face. And even with the most highly advanced technologies in Junmyeon's possession, he could never find the identity of the sorcerer. Necromancer held no motives, no empathy, no compassion. He merely did what he did for the enjoyment he derived from it.

"I'm clear!" Baekhyun shouted, just as Sehun had also shot at the last body in his sight.

"Everyone gather at main street," Junmyeon directed. Sehun hopped off the building he resided, plummeting to the ground before cushioning his fall as usual. He jogged over to Junmyeon, shooting a few more zombies in his wake as he met up with their leader. The team huddled together, backs to one another whilst scanning the now desolate area. Corpses lined the street, mangled and decrepit after having to suffer two deaths at this point. It was disturbing, something Sehun loathed after every Necromancer fight. The lingering images of every one of his fights afterwards, plaguing him for what seemed like ages until another battle could wipe clean the slate of his mind. Sehun's eyes darted to and fro, scanning the area for the warlock, but he came up with nothing. He could hear the breaths of his team as they felt the foreboding tension flooding the air. It was silent, a silence which seemed to be deafening almost, penetrating into Sehun's being and wracking him to his core. The muscles in his arms trembled as he held the bow up, keeping his arrow in his line of sight in case something showed up.

Suddenly, a violet haze began rising from the ground, slow and almost inconspicuous at first, though gradually increasing in volume, its hue volatile as it morphed and intermingled with the rotted bodies scattered about. Curls of the wispy air beneath them wrapped around the bodies one by one, dragging them across the pavement, an almost sickening cacophony of scraping and snapping surrounding them as the dismembered carcasses slithered by them. Brittle bones cracking as they were tossed about the ground, limbs and joints snapping and tearing, dried and shriveling skin scraping against the destroyed cement, grating aggressively against it like nails on a chalkboard. The fog deepened as the corpses accumulated together at the end of the street, piling atop one another, the mound of the dead growing and growing until its height had reached to such a staggering point that it had casted a shadow over the bewildered group of heroes. With more of those revolting sounds resounding through the atmosphere, appendages began sprouting from the pile, extending to an extensive length before collapsing, lying limply against the expanding mass. More of these accumulated, stretching out into the horizon before its immense weight would release it once more along its bodice, before finally reaching the last one, dropping once more and allowing silence to settle in the area.

The monstrosity before them seemed to be staring right at the frightened bunch, though remaining faceless in its existence. The heroes stood frozen, in both a mixture of fear and anticipation, waiting for what the creature would do. Waiting for what it possibly had planned for the lot.

It felt like hours had passed in this sort of standoff, Sehun practically shaking with nerves where he stood, fingers aching as he held his bow down, preparing to raise it at any given moment. The silence once more held a palpable tension, one that completely paralyzed some of them. Sehun's body was standing so stiff that he hadn't realized violent tremors ate away at his sanity. His only sense of awareness in the situation resided upon one thing, that being the beast which remained in its position, mockingly still as if copying the boys below it. If it hadn't been for the violent thudding of the blood coursing through his ears, his breath fanning against his face beneath the mask, he'd have thought he'd had gone deaf at the moment, or even thought he had died mid battle, living in a personal Hell he hadn't realized he feared. A hell of anticipation, never knowing when the monster would strike. Only knowing that his time was waning, and at any moment would there be bloodshed. His throat seemed to constrict upon itself as one of the appendages began rising into the air, more cracks accompanying it as it shifted positions, undulating spastically as it rose continuously, before reaching its pinnacle point– right above them.

"Run." Junmyeon demanded, voice low as if cutting through a wall of cotton, just as the limb snapped towards them at an accelerated speed. Sehun just barely dove out of the way, rolling on his back before landing on his knees just as he heard the sickening crack of both cement and thousands of bones. He tossed the regular arrow aside, reaching back and pulling out an explosive one before tugging back his arrow and releasing, sending it right into the center of the mass and watching as it imploded in the body, a gaping emptiness soon being formed. The massive hole it left behind was quickly filled in once more by the surrounding carcasses, covering the once barren injury, as if Sehun’s efforts amounted to nothing at all.

"I'm out of commission," Sehun shouted, still reaching for another even though he knew he was useless in this fight. It was all he could offer in such a time.

"Me too," Jongin replied, distantly phasing to and fro as if scoping out an angle he could work with regarding the monster.

"Same," Yixing stood at the sidelines, sword still gripped desperately in his hand, eyes trained on the mass and its viciously swinging appendages.

"I'm going to try and disintegrate the bodies so they don't accumulate again." Chanyeol announced, attempting to run closer to the creature. As his darkened silhouette hurdled towards the beast, one of the colossal limbs shot out towards him, seemingly a blur of shadows with its speed.

"Look out!" Jongin shouted, suddenly appearing beside Chanyeol only to immediately tackle him out of the way as the arm crashed into the ground with another vicious crash into the demolished ground. "We need to get Chanyeol close to it."

“I think it has an arm for each one of us, so we can’t go at it all at once,” Kyungsoo pointed out. Upon closer inspection, one could see Kyungsoo was indeed correct. Nine tentacle-like appendages encircled the entire being, one hovering in the direction of each member, ready to strike if they so much as stepped near it. As if a dome surrounded it, extending to its wingspan, and if one person so much as entered the invisible fortress, they were perceived as a threat.

“Minseok, can you freeze its arms from here?” Junmyeon quickly asked, crouched on the outskirts as he focused on the arm pointed at him.

“They’re too far.” The man in question responded. “I’d have to get closer, too.”

“How would you feel about it getting closer to you?” Sehun asked, causing a few of the heads around him to turn in his direction. “You get closer like Chanyeol, and freeze the arms before they hit you.”

“That’s way too risky,” Yixing noted, an immense worry laced in his voice as he briefly glanced over to where Sehun resided.

“It’s worth a shot.” Minseok announced before taking off towards the creature without another word, shooting sheets of ice on the ground beneath him and gliding across them to reach the monster quicker. As predicted, another mortifying arm jerked up, lunging towards Minseok's nearing figure. He easily slid right around the impact as it connected with the street below, granting him an opportune moment to shine, turning and shooting ice at the end of the limb and successfully cementing it to the ground. The ice stretched its way higher and higher, caking the decay in a layer of frigidity, until the spread reached where the arm connected to the body. A bellowing rumble reverberated from the monster, jolting around frantically to free its tentacle, but failing tragically as Minseok reinforced the layers holding it down. It continued to emit an echoing roar into the air, practically shaking the earth with its cries. Minseok grimaced at the sound, having been the closest one to it, the raucous ringing through his ears, his vision darkening somewhat as he ceased his onslaught of ice unto the limb. Another arm rose up, swinging at the seemingly unsuspecting Minseok, who once more repeated his prior actions. He steadied his breathing, capturing the limb in ice once more, forcing himself to stay conscious through the staggering exhaustion creeping into his figure.

Jongin appeared at the top of the first frozen limb, taking out one of his blades and stabbing it into the ice. Kicking off the side of the limb, he descended along the base of the appendage, allowing his knife to slide down and slice the arm off of its torso. It collapsed on the ground, still frozen, though the bones trapped inside jostled furiously as if trying to break through the icy prison and rejoin its masses. Junmyeon came running forward, arms raising as he grew closer to the fight. The fire hydrant beside Sehun began shivering, evolving into a vicious tremor before popping off the ground entirely, erupting into a geyser of water endlessly pouring out and collecting itself midair above him. The translucent liquid flowed and contorted about, accumulating in size until it umbrellaed Sehun entirely, shifting lines of light reflecting on him and basking him in a hue of blue. Junmyeon swept his arms forward, the tranquil bubble morphing into an intemperate wave, shooting forward through his command with a near violent cry, similar to that of massive waterfall's. It collided with the remnants of the tentacle, sweeping it past the monster's clutches and into the bay beside the city.

It became a repetitive cycle, Minseok freezing a limb and moving on to the next, Jongin slicing them off the body and onto the ground, and Junmyeon expelling them from the scene. By the time half of them had been cleared, the creature having failed to regenerate them with its limited amount of mass, Chanyeol bolted to its vulnerability. He stood before it, spreading his legs apart and firmly on the ground whilst raising his arms up beside him. He jerked back as whirlwinds of flames erupted from his palms, burrowing into the amalgamation of rot. It screeched once more, the remaining tentacles flailing about and aimlessly shooting to and fro. Baekhyun hit each one with an energy beam, the concentrated rays of light serving as a sort of light cannon which burned and wounded each of the arms every time one of the heroes was about to be hit. Eventually, the limbs ceased as Junmyeon cleared the last remains, emptying them into the bay. Chanyeol's flames grew larger, creeping higher and higher up the monster who continuously bellowed into the atmosphere, a terrible dissonance of torment as it disintegrated before their eyes. It was soon entirely engulfed in fire, thrashing about and crumbling into blackened remains of ash and bits of bone. As it diminished, Junmyeon cleaned the last of its remains, dumping it into the bay once more.

"Is that good for the environment?" Kyungsoo whispered, causing the others to snort at his query.

"Probably not the ashes, but the bones are organic matter theoretically, right?" Chanyeol replied, worry laced in his voice.

"We'll discuss it in the disaster report so the town knows the bay also needs to be taken care of." Junmyeon assured. They nodded, about to move on until another round of purple haze floated around them.

"Damn it." Jongin muttered, pulling out his batons and looking around the area. Everyone followed suit, preparing for more of the undead until a body began phasing through the ground, climbing through the concrete like a zombie emerging from its grave.

Necromancer.

The man chortled as he finally surfaced, back silently shaking as he knelt on the ground. He slowly stood up, his laughs building into a nefarious cackle as he tossed his head back, arms gripping his sides.

"Oh, EXO," He spat out between his supposed joy. "I enjoy our encounters so much. I look forward to seeing you all every time we play." He wiped at his eyes, smile still stretched across his face. "Did you like my little trick this time? It's new, I just developed it recently."

"Necromancer, stand down," Junmyeon warned, a thin film of water accumulating at their feet, inconspicuous to anyone around except them.

"Oh, don't worry, Leviathan." He tossed his hand dismissively. "That's all we had planned for this time. He wouldn't want me to deviate from his scheme." Sehun felt his breathing stutter for a moment, eyes shifting to determine Junmyeon's reaction without seeming worried– which he internally was.

"What scheme? And who is 'he?'" Necromancer pursed his lips into a thin line in a feeble attempt to hold back his amusement, but he once again broke out into another fit of raucous laughter. His face was red from his ministrations, the shade a near contrast to the green of his eyes.

Green?

"Goodbye, EXO!" He extended his arms out, leaning back and falling to the ground. The water beneath them shot forward to where Necromancer stood, attempting to catch him, but it was too late as Necromancer once more phased through the solid ground, plummeting away from the scene. Junmyeon cursed silently, dropping his control of the water and letting it roll about aimlessly to fill in the area as much as it could, as water so naturally does. Junmyeon was pissed, Sehun could very clearly see. He attempted to reach out to his old friend until the familiar sound of applause kicked in. So punctual, the city of Exodus.

"EXO, EXO, could we take a statement from you regarding this battle?"

"Leviathan, is Necromancer the one behind all of these fights?"

"Can we expect another major battle this month?"

Yixing stepped forward, already sensing Junmyeon's turmoil and leaving him in the care of the team.

"As of now, we'd like to keep any findings to ourselves until we can give the people a concrete explanation. I know it's hard to live this way, but we are working tirelessly to put an end to this, and we hope Exodus can be with us through these trying times. We are one." Yixing bowed his head in thanks to the crowd, turning back to the group as more cheers and questions were aimed at his retreating figure. "Let's go." They crowded Jongin, taking them back to their base a moment later.

The heroes separated once they were in safety, looking around at one another, both expectant and clueless to the predicament they've found themselves in. Sehun, although glancing at the others wearily, lingered his attention on Junmyeon, watching the elder's face contort through conflicting emotions. Anger. Worry. Dread. Fear. Emptiness.

"He's not alone." Minseok was the first to break through the tension of the room. "They're working together."

"All of our fights. Our villains." Baekhyun turned and looked at Junmyeon. "They're banding together."

"For what reason?" Chanyeol asked, frustration in his voice as he yanked off his helmet. "As far as I know, they each have different motives to hating us or the city. Why and how would they work together?"

"He said 'he.'" Jongdae pointed out. "They could be working under one person."

"Necromancer works under him." Minseok added. "But who?"

Junmyeon shook his head, hands scraping into his scalp angrily. He breathed a defeated sigh, ripping off his mask and turning on his heels.

"I don't know. We have to research more." Junmyeon began walking towards the control room, ready to sit in front of his monitors once more for another week. "We know Necromancer isn't the brains behind this. He probably wasn't even supposed to insinuate a partnership, but he's powerful. He got cocky. He slipped up." Though he grew further away, his voice still carried in the abysmal vastness of their headquarters. "Call local cemeteries, ask if there's any way they could… check their dead. Knowing where Necromancer got such a vast army of bodies can help us pinpoint where he or his partner could be located."

"Yes, captain." Minseok answered, going over to the other large monitor to begin reaching out. The others slowly dispersed, changing and relaxing as they cooled down from the battle. Sehun shakily took off his mask, breathing out slowly as the images of the day flashed before his eyes once more. Nightmare fuel. God, he hated Necromancer.

A tentative hand slid onto his shoulder, rubbing his back softly and drawing his attention over to the culprit. Yixing gave a tight lipped smile, knowing how daunting Necromancer battles could be, and knowing Sehun especially felt uncomfortable with them. Especially after a fight where he couldn't do much. It was always hard having to sit back and watch the others fight, but that's why they worked so well. What some couldn't do, others could. They balanced each other well. The youngest still struggled with this, refusing to move on when he's the one that has to tap out.

"Sehun, you did well," Yixing whispered, squeezing his shoulder. "You took out a lot of them today. We couldn't have gotten to that second phase had it not been for you." Sehun grinned, nodding at Yixing's words. His eyes still remained on the floor, doubts lingering in his mind nevertheless. It's true, he did do well during the beginning. He just wished he could have offered more, especially after seeing Minseok's body rocking back and forth, as if barely holding himself together at this point. He wished he could have given up his strength for the safety of his brothers. Glancing around the room, seeing everyone dispersed and distracted, Yixing leaned closer to the young man, raising his helmet to avoid the echo of the metal cavern shrouding him. "You saw what I saw in Necromancer, too, didn't you?" Sehun looked up at him, brows raising curiously at the implication, waiting for Yixing to elaborate. "He looked drained. Paler than usual, though not noticeably so. Thinner, too. His face was sunken, signs of exhaustion." Sehun blinked, taking in Yixing's diagnosis before he grew quiet for a second. "And his eyes were once brown."

Sehun found himself walking down the familiar hall leading to his apartment, not really knowing how he got to this point. Yixing's words still rung in his head. It wasn't just him who noticed this. Noticed the sudden shift in color in his demented eyes. What could it mean? Why was it frustrating him so? It could very well be contacts, but something in Sehun said otherwise. There's more to it. There's a reason for Necromancer's state.

Sehun's hand landed on his doorknob, jiggling the hand before realizing his door is, understandably so, locked. He rolled his eyes in frustration, tapping at his pockets to find where his keys were, though coming up empty. He groaned aloud, knocking his head against the wood irritatingly. He thumped his forehead on the hard surface, grumbling about how idiotic he was. It wasn't that bad of a situation, as he could just easily go through the alley and fly up, but god was he tired. Drained from the fight earlier today and just wanting to sleep. Wanting to take advantage of the brief yet indispensable period of peace where he could recuperate, replenish his energy, calm his nerves.

He heard a voice softly clear behind him, causing him to pause his misery in response to the disturbance.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." A voice spoke behind him, smooth and gentle as it reached his ears. He slowly turned his head, peeking his eyes over at the door now cracked open behind him, his neighbor looking at him worryingly. "I heard knocking and thought I should check what was happening." Sehun grunted in acknowledgement, turning back and letting his face rest against the cold wood. "Did you forget your keys?" He grunted again, too tired to give her the time of day, something he'll probably beat himself for later, but for now he couldn't find it in himself to feel flustered over his pretty, doting neighbor. "Dang. I'm sorry to hear." She sounded so sweet, something he could listen to for hours on end and not grow tired. He felt weird for thinking her voice was so attractive. He felt weird for thinking she was so attractive. He's only met her once before, yet couldn't help but look around every time he left his apartment, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. "Would you like to step inside?"

He blinked in wonderment at her request. She was inviting him over. Why was she inviting him over? He wouldn't even bat an eye if he was in her shoes and saw the new neighbor having a meltdown for losing his keys, yet here she was, peeking into his peripheral vision after stepping out of her apartment to check on him.

"Are you okay?" She asked, hand hovering over his shoulder. He could feel her warmth radiating off of her in waves, causing the hairs on his skin to rise at her presence. Her brows furrowed, lip trapped between her teeth while taking in the drained state of Sehun. She finally pressed her hand to his shoulder, lightly pulling him away from the door. He swayed a bit, not realizing how exhausted he truly was until he almost collapsed right then and there had it not been for (y/n) looping her arms around his torso and supporting him. She let out a heavy heave as Sehun's weight leaned on her, legs shaking as she tried to adjust his stature into a position she could handle. "Okay, I'm taking you inside. Let's go." She huffed out, practically dragging him inside as he neared unconsciousness. It all felt like a blur to Sehun, reality drifting in and out. His vision shifted from being awake to going black, a new scene before him every time his eyes seemed to clear away the darkness. Just as he thought his exhaustion had claimed victory over him, he was suddenly jolted awake, cold water being spritzed into his face.

"What's going on? What's happening?" He found himself asking, looking around now fully alert. He was not home. He was on a couch. Not his own. Beside him was (y/n), seated a few inches away with a spray bottle in her hand. She nervously smiled, tucking the bottle away and out of sight.

"Sorry, I didn't know if you had a concussion so I didn't want you to go to sleep." She grinned, tucking her legs up and against her.

"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry." Sehun looked around again, realizing she brought him into her home. "I should go."

"Oh, it's okay!" She quickly answered, leaning forward and planting a hand on his shoulder to ensure he didn't stand, worried he may almost faint again. "You don't have your keys, and the landlord went home for the day a few hours ago. I don't want to leave you out there." Sehun felt his heart throb at her kindness, not remembering the last bit of human decency he experienced outside of EXO. "He'll be back tomorrow morning though! For now you can sleep here. My couch can turn into a bed." Sehun blinked, shocked at her sudden proposition, but found himself nodding anyway. She smiled at this, releasing her grip on him and standing up. "You're probably hungry, too. When was the last time you ate?"

Sehun paused, eyes staring forward as he thought. He didn't eat anything after the battle, cause he doesn't even remember leaving the base really. He didn't eat anything this morning, having rushed out to reach the group as soon as he got the alert of the Necromancer battle. He skipped dinner last night, falling asleep after Junmyeons debriefing. So the last thing he really ate was breakfast yesterday morning. His eyes shifted back up to her, who stood before him with her hands on her hips.

"If it takes you that long to remember, then you haven't eaten anything in a long time!" She exclaimed angrily, scoffing as she made her way to her kitchen, still ranting as she busied herself in the next room. "No wonder you're practically passing out in the middle of the hall. Forgetting your keys. You're not in your right mind! You need food!" Sehun found himself smiling, chuckling quietly to himself at (y/n)'s rambling. It felt so comforting, calming. It felt nice to talk to another human again. One outside of EXO, topics other than their superhero business. Holding concerns for his well-being outside of physical damage from fights.

Looking around, he saw the TV was on, paused on some movie from presumably when she went to check the noise outside her apartment. Her home was cozy. Small potted plants lining the windows. Books stacked on the coffee table in front of him. A fuzzy carpet beneath his feet. The plush, cream couch that felt like he could sink in and never return. She had a knitted blanket draped along its back, and Sehun could only assume she's someone who grows cold easily. The pillows around him were soft and cushioned, not rough like decorative pillows. It seemed like her entire intention in decorating was for comfort. It felt relieving. Open. Accepting. Sehun felt his worries dissipating within these walls lined with colorful portraits and photographs, his stresses melting at the soothing vanilla scent of the lit candle at the center of the table, his anxieties dissipating as he heard the soft patter of feet emerging from the kitchen. (y/n) balanced two plates of food precariously in her hands, placing them both on the table before plopping next to him again, curling her feet under her.

"Sorry it's just take out," She mumbled, fiddling with the strings of her hoodie. "I just got back from a business trip today, so I couldn't buy ingredients to make dinner."

"No need to apologize." Sehun leaned forward, grabbing both plates in his hands. "I'm the one who should be thanking you for your hospitality." He handed her the second plate, watching as she tentatively took it from his hands before giggling under her breath.

"Of course. We're neighbors now." He smiled at that. Neighbors.

Neighbors are usually people who just live in the same vicinity as you. You greet each other, you acknowledge the others presence, you give out sugar when needed. That's how it's always been. But he couldn't really argue that sitting here eating takeout, watching an unfunny comedy movie but laughing anyways because your banter alone is what's making it hilarious. This was probably his new favorite definition of neighbor.

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[goldencherryhazz]

Touch

A/N: I went a little wild with this one, it a little messy but I hope you enjoy. Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work! And as you can see I couldn’t think of a title lol.

Warnings: smut, masterbation, degradation, daddy kink, squirting, pure filth!

You know Harry didn’t like it when you played with yourself, the only acceptation he would make was when he was on tour but even then he would get you to FaceTime him so he could watch and guide you so that you would have the best orgasm, he always wanted to control your pleasure and to be fair any appendage of his body was ten times more pleasurable than your own. His fingers were longer and thicker and reached spots you didn’t even know existed, his tongue did wonders and flicked your bud just the right way, his cock was a whole other story you could only describe it as magical and you would never argue against that.

In your defence you knew that Harry recording vocals for his album this week and he was tired from countless late nights at work, he would always be frustrated with himself if he didn’t get a note for a song pitch perfect, and then he would just get mad at himself trying it over and over again but still not happy with it, then Jeff and the team would force him to go home after a while in fear that he would wear his voice out and have to go on vocal rest and the fact that he was probably going to burst from his pent up anger, and when he got back home he would just want to cuddle and go to sleep so you thought you would take care of yourself before he got back.

Once he did get home he had calmed down slightly, driving always seemed to calm him down for some strange reason. He got inside aiming to go straight to bed where he thought you would be, but when he goes past the bathroom he heard a small whimper, he had to do a double take at first but when the same sound comes from you again he was ready to burst through the door but decided to wait a few minutes to let you have your fun, because after this you wouldn’t be cumming for days.

Your moans start to get a little louder through the door and when he hears a loud shout of his name, well the preferred name you always called him when it came to doing anything sexual (‘daddy’) he burst through the door knowing you were probably about to cum, to find you sat on the edge of the bathtub fingers buried deep inside your head thrown back, which slowly lifted up in shock. You hadn’t even heard him come in the house, you thought you would of had plenty of time but you had obviously lost track being so lost in pleasure. The stern look on his face told you that you were in deep shit, so you opt to remove your fingers from your pussy and put both hands in your lap.

‘Well what do we have here baby’ he saunters in coming to stand right over you from your perch on the bathtub, he immediately noticing the pool of your juices on the floor.

‘Harry I didn’t’ you started before he made eye contact, the fury in his eyes was enough to shut you up.

‘First of all it’s daddy to you, and secondly how many times did you cum?’

‘Sorry daddy, I came twice’

‘hmm twice to many baby don’t you think, I see you squirted aswell didn’t you’

‘Yes d-daddy’ his eyes boar into yours and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated.

‘You know daddy doesn’t like it when someone else touches his pretty little peach don’t you’

You nod, ‘my pussy belongs to you daddy, I’m sorry for touching myself’ you say quickly knowing that any excuse you had as to why you were playing with yourself wouldn’t work.

‘Hmm, now that’s what I like to hear’ he couldn’t help but get slightly hard at that but he quickly thinks about something else to not give you the satisfaction.

He averts his eyes to the floor quickly taking in the pool of your clear juices once again, a cynical smirk overtakes his features which instantly made you panic knowing he had something brewing up in that head of his.

He looks back at you ‘I want you to clean up your mess for me’ he says reaching his hand up to your jaw his thumb resting heavy in your bottom lip making it snap back when he released it again, ‘don’t want you to use a towel or anything like that, want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours, do you think you can do that? He asks even though you didn’t really have a choice.

‘Yes daddy’ you comply getting down on you knees still only wearing a t-shirt, hissing as the cold tiles make contact with your bare legs. You lower your head so your nose is just above your juices your hair falling onto the floor which is quickly resolved when Harry crouches down beside your form and grabs it and makes it into a makeshift pony tail at the back of your head before lowering you head down practically pressing you face into the wetness almost a signal to start cleaning up.

You lips start smacking against the tiled floors, the slurping sounded quite disgusting and made the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but you knew he wouldn’t let you out of the bathroom till you had licked up every last drop.

‘Such a filthy fucking whore aren’t ya, doing anything daddy says’

Your hair being yanked slightly at every word to accentuate his statement as you hum again the floor, not being to come out with a proper respond without it being muffled.

Once Harry sees you are done he pulls your head up by your hair so that you are sat on in your calves, your chin slightly wet, your eyes had this fucked out look in them from being that submissive for him. He kissed you on the lips for the first time since he caught you, dipping his tongue into your mouth to have a taste, the kiss ends just as quick as it started just as you were starting to enjoy having his lips on yours, he runs a finger along your chin collecting the remainder of your juices and then dipping it into his mouth before moving to stand up.

‘C’mon come to bed where you can dream about cumming, cause if you think I’m touching you for the next week you can think again, you’ve been a very bad girl’

Before you even got the chance to get up off the floor he was already walking to the bedroom, he was angry from earlier and you had just added fuel to the fire and he had contained it very well if he said so himself. At the same time he couldn’t keep the small smirk off of his face, cause he was definitely going to have fun with you.

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Fast forward 3 days and your clit was throbbing and in desperate need of a release. To make it even worse Harry had had a few days off so the teasing was constant, he walked around the house in little to no clothes, made sure to leave the bathroom door slightly open to make sure you heard his moans when he jerked himself off in the shower almost loud enough that you would hear even from the living room. The way he would spoon you when you were cuddling or in bed, he would shuffle around and press his cock right between your ass cheeks so that you felt him even through layers of clothes.

The sexual deprivation was driving you insane to say the least. You were currently in bed reading a book Harry doing the same, well you were reading that was until you caught the sight of your boyfriend, before he was sat with his legs straight out infront of him but being the fidget-bum his is he had now moved his knees towards his chest and spread them slightly his feet planted on the bed. The fabric of his shorts tightened over the area between his legs, outlining his cock and balls perfectly, his thighs looking deliciously thick, the muscles of his tattooed arm flexed as he flicked through the pages of his book, the shirt he was wearing was practically skin tight making you ogle his figure at the head of the bed, from you spot on your belly further.

You don’t realise your shifting your legs together as you watch him, your panties now getting undeniably wet, trying to relieve some of the ever building pressure, the movement catching Harry’s attention.

‘What are you doing darling’ he looks at you knowingly.

‘Nothing’ stopping the movement of your legs, shying away from his gaze, staring at the words on the page you were currently on but not actually reading them.

‘Staring at me weren’t you, rubbing those soft little legs together’

‘Can’t help it, you look really good sat like that’ she says innocently.

‘What about a the rest of the time, do I not look good then’

‘Course you look good, it’s just- I can see the outline of you cock really good from here, making me soo wet, pretty sure I’ve ruined these panties by now.’

Well to bad baby, shouldn’t have been a bad girl the other day’ he retorts going back to reading planning on ignoring her desperate pleas.

‘Pretty please daddy, will you touch me’ making him huff and look back up at you, getting a little frustrated.

‘Oh it’s daddy now is it, you have your own fingers don’t you baby?’

‘But it’s not the same as when you do it’ she also knew that if she did touch herself again it would only prolong her punishment, but at this moment in time you was close to loosing it with how horny you were.

‘Well that didn’t stop you the other day did it’ he points out.

You whine ‘no baby don’t you get all bratty with me, I could’ve had you over my knee spanking your ass right now, would’ve made you feel it for days, but I bet you would have loved that though, cause you’re such a filthy girl, aren’t you’

‘Answer me, are you a filthy girl?’

‘Yes daddy I am’

‘Good now we have that established I am going to carry on reading, and I suggest you stop speaking before I have you over my knee, is that clear baby girl’

‘Yes daddy’ you say submissively doing as he said.

20 minutes had passed when an idea popped into your head, you had been warned not to talk and you knew the consequences but your mouth was moving before you had time to process it.

‘Daddy can we touch ourselves together, I-I mean like masterbate together’ you explain even though Harry already knew what you meant.

He looked at you in annoyance, but in his head he was absolutely pining at your suggestion. Getting to watch you touch yourself all spread out for him, and him doing the same. The past few days had also been torture for him too, he tried to replicate your touch when the was running his hand up and down his cock in the shower, but it wasn’t even close to the way your soft hands would stroke him, he had to resist pounding into you multiple times from just watching you do daily tasks, yesterday you were bending over the dining-room table to reach the vase of now dead flowers to put a new bunch in, you were wearing leggings so when you bent over he got a perfect view off your ass, he really wanted keep you bent over it as he pounded you into the table, he had to take himself to the small gym he had set up in the basement to calm himself down.

He closed his eyes and let out a angry sigh. He hated how much he was caving right now. He was adamant he wasn’t going to let you cum for the next week but your suggestion was too hard to resist. So if he wasn’t touching you he would still be carrying through with his punishment. Right?

He hadn’t said a single word yet, and you were almost certain he was going to say no, but when he marked the page he was on in his book and threw it down into the bed it brought a flicker of hope within you.

‘C’mere’ he murmured, making you scramble up the bed kneeling between his spread legs.

He cups your cheek ‘you were a bad girl the other night, made daddy upset. Didn’t think I was good enough, that I couldn’t satisfy you’

‘Daddy you always satisfy me, make me cum so fucking hard, no ones ever touched or fucked me the way you do’ you say truthfully.

‘And who do you belong to’

‘You daddy, always been you’ this tips him over the edge his cock hardening making a tent in his shorts.

‘That’s a good girl, now I’m going to let you cum, but on one condition, we don’t touch each other whatsoever, still gotta keep up with your punishment even if you did say all those nice things to daddy’

‘Okay, thankyou daddy’ a wave of relief washes over you, itching to just get on with it now.

‘Strip for me then’ you immediately start shuffling out of your clothes as if he had read your mind.

He does the same, moving to the middle of the headboard so that there would be more room, once you are finally naked and turn your head towards Harry again you gawk at him, he looked soo hot with his legs spread, his pretty cock hard up against his belly, he looked delicious. You catch yourself staring, quickly snapping out of it, moving to sit across from Harry replicating his position only being inches away from his form, your juices had made your pussy nice and slick practically glistening.

‘God you’re so wet haven’t even touched you, shit you’re such a filthy little slut’ he groaned, desperately wanting to reach out and run his fingers through your folds to get a taste.

‘Open’ he instructs quickly placing his fingers onto your mouth.

You were about to say something about the no touching rule but decide against it cause in reality he was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. So you let his fingers enter your mouth and happily suck on them, humming as you do. Just as quickly as he put them in he retracted his hand and brought it down to his throbbing cock, spreading the wetness from your mouth up and down his length.

‘What now daddy’ you ask knowing that if you did anything he didn’t want you to do he would probably stop all of this immediately, so you decide to teed carefully.

‘Touch those pretty tits for me’ he says going straight to tugging his leaky cock. So you bring your fingers down to your nipples, the coldness of them making you hiss when the come into contact instantly hardening them, you slowly begin to tweak the nubs between you thumb and index finger.

‘That’s it, just like how daddy does it except he’d have his mouth on you tits sucking and biting them marking you up just the way you like’ he says knowing this was getting you even more riled up.

After a couple of minutes he stops you ‘now I want you to tease that sweet cunt of yours, don’t you dare put a finger in your tight little hole until I say, is that’s clear’

‘Yes daddy’ you say making eye contact with him as you start to touch your clit.

The sight could have made him cum right there and then, his beautiful girl touching her perfect pussy like daddy had told her to, it got him impossibly harder as he was now moving his hand up and down faster, circling the sensitive head every once in a while.

Moan after moan was pouring out of your mouth, rubbing deep circle into your clit, the sight of your boyfriend getting himself off at the same time was incredibly hot.

‘You can dip those finger into your sweet pussy of yours now baby, doing so good for me’ he was desperate to see your face morph into one of pleasure.

You moan again at his words instantly slipping two finger inside of you, not having to be told twice. You bury them to the hilt curling them up, hitting your g-spot, the sensation making you bite your lip to suppress you moans but it was no use as one escaped you and your eyes roll back. You start building a rhythm which was subconsciously at the same time as Harry ran his hand up and down his length.

‘Go faster sweet girl, just like daddy does’ you whimpered already getting close to falling over the edge, you feverishly grasped the sheets trying to keep you body up.

‘Nobody does it like you though daddy’ you were never able to replicate the actions of his fingers and the way they worked at your cunt.

Harry groans and moans had increased as he got closer and closer ‘shit I’m gonna cum’ he says his cock twitching, a long purple vein bulging as his hand now stroking himself faster then before, you really wanted to lick up the underside of his length you practically drooled at the thought.

‘Can I please cum with you daddy’

‘No baby, daddy’s gonna cum first. Wanna cum on that pussy of yours, seeing as I can’t cum inside you. C-can you spread you folds for me, can you do that for me’ he slurred out inching closer to you.

You do as he says removing your fingers then spreading you folds for him ‘want you to cum on my pussy daddy, want it soo bad’ he reaches his spare hand to fondle his balls and with a few more pumps, that mixed with your words he was done for ‘shiiit I’m cumming’ he shouts rope after rope landing on you cunt and thighs, the sensation of his warm cum on your pussy making you feel all fuzzy and bringing you to the brink once again.

His legs start to shake from the oversensitivity, his hand slowly riding out the waves of his orgasm, eyes clamped shut, his mouth still hung open soft moans tumbling out of it. ‘You good daddy’ you ask as he finally opens his eyes again.

‘Hmmm, made me cum soo hard, such a filthy little thing, look at you pretty pussy covered in my cum, looks soo good baby’ he swipes some sweaty curls that he’d fallen onto his forehead.

‘Can I have a taste daddy’

Course baby, as long as I get one aswell’

You quickly bring your fingers and collect the mixture of you twos juices, bringing them to you mouth, humming at the taste that now laid heavy on your tongue, you replicate the action again but this time bring your fingers to Harry’s awaiting mouth, he took your finger in sucking in them greedily, his soft moans making shiver run up your spine.

‘Can I cum now daddy, please daddy’ you whimpered.

‘Been such a good girl for daddy, been waiting for soo long, bet your poor little cunts aching by now. Make yourself cum for me baby’

You instantly plunge your finger into your hole, Harry’s cum making you even slicker but sticky all at the same time, the area between your legs must have looked a mess, but Harry thought it was the most hottest and beautiful things he had seen, his cock getting excited again but he would deal with that in a bit.

You fingers move inside of you at a quick pace, even adding a third the sting of the stretch morphing into pleasure. ‘Tell you what baby, if you squirt for me we can cockwarm later, promise I won’t make you clean up the mess like I made you do the other day’

You whimper, how could you deny that it was impossible in fact, the last part would have made you laugh but you were too caught up in pleasure ‘okay daddy, I’ll s-squirt for you’

Your fingers were now going frantically fast, and when you feel like a balloon was forming in you lower belly you cried out in relief ‘found the spot haven’t you, gonna soak the sheets, gonna soak me angel’ he moaned. You were seconds away from your sweet release when you threw your head back breaking eye contact with Harry which he didn’t like one bit ‘look at me baby, wanna watch you fall apart, gonna cum for me, cum for daddy’ and with that you couldn’t hold it anymore your orgasm collapsing on top of you, the balloon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the sheets and part of Harry’s lower half ‘thankyou daddy, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou’ was all you managed to get out, Harry swore he could have cum at the sight of you, fingers still slowly moving in and out of you pulsating cunt, trying to come down from your high. You looked utterly fucked out and it boosted his ego knowing that the majority of you pleasure was coming from him and he hadn’t even touched you. You eventually collapse flat in the bed not being able to hold yourself up any longer, still out of breath like you had tuna marathon.

‘Fuck you’re soo hot baby, came soo hard and squirted like daddy told you, now you get to have my cock in your tight little cunt later cause you’ve been such a good girl for daddy’ you moan at that.

‘Mhhh love being your good girl, don’t know if I like being your bad girl more though’

‘Let’s stick to being good shall we, don’t think I can handle not being able to be inside you and it’s only been 3 days, think I would shrivel up if I have to do it again.’ He chuckled making you laugh tiredly. Soon you feel him crawl up between your legs before leaning over you until you two were face to face. ‘Kissy’ he asks puckering his lips making you smile wildly, leaning up to kiss his plump lips, the both of you feeling as if you were on cloud 9 now indulging in one another as their lips pressed, and tongues danced with each other.

Maybe all that torture wasn’t soo bad after all.