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mysicklove-main · 1 year ago

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Mitsuri was at a loss when you told her that she may need to cut down on the PDA. She didn’t even know what “PDA” stood for. Of course, ironically, she asked this while rubbing her forehead against the back of your head while the two of you were having breakfast with Rengoku.

She doesn’t understand that it makes people slightly uncomfortable when she rubs her hands up your chest while in public. Or when she randomly sits in your lap and coos at you while talking to somebody. Or how making out in public is considered taboo, which she has tried and tried again.

She also seems to have little shame about boasting the sexual life between the two of you. Blushing bashfully about it while going into the specifics to a totally stranger. Only stopping when you physically have to cover her mouth.

So, no matter who you meet, in matter of seconds they know that the two of you are together.

It’s almost like she can’t help but show everyone about how in love with you she is. How everything you do seems to light up the world for her.

You love her, you do, but when she starts kissing your neck while you mid mission, you realized that maybe she might need to tone it back a little.

So, one day you sat her down and told her. It went way better than you thought. You reassured her that she is welcome to touch you whenever she likes when the two of you were alone, and she agreed.

For the first two days, everything was fine. Sure, you felt strangely cold without her warmth constantly around you, but other than that, completely fine.

By day four she was twitchy. You caught her staring at your hands more times than you can count. You could feel her gaze burning into you whenever you talked to someone and the way she seemed to slowly sit closer and closer to you.

Day six, she was giving you tight praise that would make you raise your eyebrows. “Nice work!” and “So cool!”. Not unheard of, but six days ago it would have been “Oh my! My lover is so cool and strong! Eeeee, i��m blushing! How am I so lucky!” while peppering your face with kisses.

And finally, a week later you realized that maybe showing PDA was not negotiable in your relationship.

You were talking to Tengens wives who, before you met Mitsuri, had tried to get you to marry Tengen and join them. Of course that lifestyle was not for you, and now they only see you platonically.

Mitsuri knows this. She has even talked to the three about it and is completely fine with you being friends with the three of them.

Of course you only have talked to them when she is conveniently placed in your lap. Or when she just happens to mention what the two of you did the night before.

But that can’t happen anymore. The two of of you were trying something new, and she was fine with it.

But why is Suma clinging onto your arm like that? And why are you standing so close to Makio and Hinatsuru. Is what they are saying so funny?

She wasn’t going to do anything. Jealously is a hideous emotion and she didn’t want you to see her in a different light.

Tengen walks up to the four of you and she narrows her eyes. Her fists clench when she watches him pat your head in greeting. Are you blushing?

She can’t stand it anymore. So, she takes a deep breathe and skips over to you. She throws her body onto yours and wraps her arms around your neck with a squeal. “My love! I missed you!”

You try to crane your head to look at her, confused on the sudden burst of affection. “Mitsuri—”

“What we’re you guys talking about? Oh tell them about the other night, tell them!” She cheers, blushing and closing her eyes. The four others glance awkwardly at each other, obviously not wanting to hear the tale.

“Actually, my wives and I have got got be going now. I��ll see you around!” The four wave goodbye and you return it with a sigh, knowing exactly what happened.

She giggles into your neck and you can’t help but chuckle with her. "Really?" You tease, reaching back to play with her hair.

"I wasn't lying! I really do miss you!"

"We saw each other twenty minutes ago."

She blushes and pouts. "I don't like this new P-D-A rule. I want to touch you all the time!"

You take a deep breathe. You kinda had to agree with her, it was unnatural to have her not by your side all the time. Her touch always brought comfort. "Hmm. I think you're right."

She visibly brightens, eyes widening and legs kicking up. "So you'll let me touch you!"

"But can we try to tone it down on missions and when I'm trying to focus."

She flips you around with ease. Her strength is still something you still have to get used to. "Are you saying I'm distracting?"

You grin lazily. "Im saying that whenever you are in the room, I can't stop imagining you naked."

She turns pink, and lets out a girlish squeal, before leaning forward and connecting her lips with yours.

And so the two of you never learnt to deal with the PDA. But she's the hashira of love, can you expect her to be any different?

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sirsbasement · 1 month ago

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The Recruiter Pt 2

She's been nothing more than glorified bench warmer. Despite letting that pig rape her ass on the green, she has gotten little out of it. What is the point of getting on the team if she doesn't get any field time. Even worse the staff look at her oddly, like they know, like he's told them about what he did. What she was willing to let him do to her to get what she wanted. How long would she have to wait to stop being objectified and used be all these men, she thinks to herself. The answer would turn out to be longer than she would like.

After another game, where she spent using her well muscled ass to keep the already sweltering aluminum bench warm, she leaves to the locker room. Her panties are damp from front to back, an uncomfortable trail of sweat connecting the two. The underside of her tits are stained with inactive sweat. She strips herself down, leaving her soiled clothes in a pile. She will get to the those later. Just a shower and then a nap. Maybe a drink. Fuck it, she doesn't get to play anyway.

Steam rolls off her naked body, hot beads of water drip down the crown of her head, down her neck, through long lengths of brown wavy hair and over her perky C cup breasts. The rivulets drip down her tummy, through the curve of her groin and drip onto the floor. Her eyes are closed, finally a moment to herself. She doesn't see them behind her.

They are on her like predator and pray, before she can even raise her voice in protest, one of them circles around to the front of her. He closes his hand on her throat to silence her. The other gropes at her ass. His hands are coarse and calloused. They grate on her wet ass like little wads of sandpaper. The man at her front starts fondling her too, a greedy hand cups her breasts and painfully twists a nipple. She would scream if she had the air to do so.

She opens her eyes, panicked. One of the men is not a stranger, the same greasy bastard how dragged her head through the grass while he filled her guts with his cum. The second man is familiar but not known, one of the gawkers. She has has seen him watch her, turn to stare as she walked by. A coaching assistant... physical trainer. She doesn't remember, or care to. She tries to fight back against them, but even the recruiter was too strong, the other man gives her no chance. They are still fully clothed, the still running shower drenching them in steaming water.

They start to pull the clothes away from their hold on their skin. Buttons are undone, zippers drawn down. The sound of shoes being kicked off. They are naked now, the three of them. The recruiter picks her up, one arm under each of the inside of a knee. Her cunt is dangerously close to his slowly growing erection. She is angled directly towards him. He would just need to lower her down on top of him. She realizes she can scream too late, the man behind her closes a powerful arm around her neck and uses it to pull her head back as he slams her cock into her unsuspecting ass.

She groans hard as the shaft penetrates deeper between her wet ass cheeks. It slowly disappears inside of her, inch after inch slowly slipping inside her asshole painfully. It's dry, at least the recruiter touched her cunny before he fucked her ass. Like hearing her thoughts, he does what she feared and lowered her around him. His cock penetrates easily, she didn't remember a single thrust in her ass getting her so wet, but it did. She knows she couldn't enjoy this. Not really. Right?

The two of them battle over her, each pulling in opposite directions, one pulling her throat the other pulling her pelvis. She is like a piece of meat to them, like a gazelle being torn apart by rival big cats. She feels each of them. Distinctly, sure, but she feels each of them together. She can feel the stiffness of their cocks pressing against each other in her body, through the single membrane that separates the two holes. Her pussy and her ass feel better she can remember either feeling before. She can't like having two men inside her. Right?

The two of them make grotesque music between them. The downpour overhead makes her already loud noises worse. They echo in the shower. Wet squelching from her holes, loud clapping of flesh on flesh. She feels how wet she is and knows it isn't water. It is disgusting and embarrassing, but she can't help but drive her hips in time with them. She pushes forward when the recruiter does and back then the other does the same. She's fucking herself on them, letting them use her body.

The two start pounding away more desperately. She can hear how ragged their breathing is getting. She realizes her own is getting strained too... the man hasn't let go of her neck. The corners of her vision start to blur. He's choking her out. The bastard. She drives harder at him, grinding her ass at him feverishly. She squeezes him too, using her grip to force him to push himself harder.

He tries to push her back, she's driving him too hard. She doesn't stop, harder she pushes herself against him. She feels his panic, and he tries to unsheathe himself from her. She grips onto him like a vice, keeping her hole wrapped around him. He cums hard, and fast and unplanned. She feels his grip loosen as he cums, and the color starts slowly returning to her. His load is unbearably hot, and heavy like he hasn't cum in days. It fills every crevice of her insides, she feels each concentric circle of her rectum flood with his seed.

Still he thrusts in her, pushing his load deeper and deeper inside. She feels his fluids froth and bubble against the friction. She is spent, having exhausted herself on one and neglecting the other. The recruiter ravages her pussy, using his arms to pull her over him like some cheap toy while his hips thrust.

She feels any ache building in her loins. This rapist is going to make her cum. She knows it, and is helpless to stop it. He leans into her ear, and she tastes his breath it is so close. "You're never escaping me. I will have all of you". She clenches, like he had pushed some secret button inside of her. Her clit thrums with pleasure. Her ass and her mound squeeze desperately against the meat inside of them. She cums so hard on their cocks she thinks she might pass out. She doesn't.

Like a door's being unlatches she feels her body open up as she cums, and the recruiter's cock batters against the opening to her womb. This is bad. She's too busy worrying about him cumming in her now that she doesn't realize he's too late. He stops thrusting and holds her locked against him. He spurts hot ropes of cum with such force she feels them splatter against the inside of her womb and collect at the bottom of it. They both let out hard groans that reverberate in the showers, as they empty the last few drops in her.

The one in her ass lets himself out first, and she feels his load slowly drip out of her loosened ass to dribble down her leg. The recruiter pulls himself out, and she can't help but clench her pelvic muscles to let his seed escape. He places her down on the shower floor, letting the water clean the filth off her.

The two walk out of the shower naked. The recruiter calls back to her "you start tomorrow" as he leaves. She can't help but smile at that. She couldn't have enjoyed that... could she?

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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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1 + 1 = 2 [13]

Chaennie x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3072

Warning: Making Out?

1 (angel) + 1 (demon) = 2

…………………………………………………………………….

“What? What about my eyes?” Confused, the angel asks. Is Jennie implying something is wrong with her eyes too?

The eyes staring back at her, eyes that were now a radiant blue, were Jennie’s own feline-like ones. “Jennie, your eyes are glowing blue.”

“Are they?” Jennie fumbles around the kitchen for a reflective surface, and when she finds one, she uses it like a mirror. “Holy shit.” She says, because Chaeyoung was right.

“They look exactly like yours are looking right now, Rosie.” She says nonchalantly, and Chaeyoung practically snatches the metal bowl out of her hands, looking at her own reflection.

The situation is getting stranger and stranger.

“I'm sure it’ll go away,” the angel dismisses, “but let’s talk?”

“Oh. Well, okay.” Jennie sits herself down at the island chairs, Chaeyoung taking the seat across from her. Jennie doesn’t know if they should be ignoring the fact that their eyes are blue, but she’ll ignore the warm hum buzzing through her body, and the thoughts of you.

Chaeyoung looks at her expectantly, and Jennie bites her lip looking around the room before meeting blue eyes. “Sharing is caring.” The reaper blurts. “Right?”

“It is, in some cases. Where are you going with this, Jen?”

“You said, and I quote, ‘What’s mine is yours’ to me before, does that saying of yours still apply?”

Chaeyoung remembers the time she said that, and it will always apply. She nods. “Yes, always.” She can’t help but become nervous about where this is going.

Jennie wonders if she should just say it. Just tell her best friend she likes you— likes her human. How would Chaeyoung react though? She’s possessive over you, always claiming you verbally (*cough* maybe physically). But Jennie wants to say that too. She wants you too.

Jennie squeezes her eyes shut. Then, there it is again— that want— all aimed towards you. She can feel her heart beating in her ears. It’s a strong urge to kiss you again. She wants your lips on hers, on her skin. She wants you to make her feel— “Jennie?” Chaeyoung is looking at her with concern. What was wrong with her today?

“I like (Y/n).” Jennie winces as the words leave her lips, and she looks to her hands in fear of seeing Chaeyoung’s reaction. For a while, there’s nothing. Just silence. No response from Chaeyoung except a slight crease between her eyebrows.

“Okay,” Chaeyoung finally speaks, and it comes out soft, like an exhale. “I suppose that makes sense.” She crosses her arms, studying Jennie. “What do you want to do then?”

Always the straightforward one. She’s not mad though, so Jennie allows herself to relax a bit. “I don’t know…would you share her? Can I be affectionate to her too?”

…

You wake up at the feeling of a light fluttering across your neck and a heavy weight on your chest. You open your eyes to dark brown hair buried in the crook of your neck. “Jen?” You murmur sleepily. “What are you doing? Is the food done?” Jennie shifts just enough to look up at you with blue eyes through her white tipped lashes, and you realize she’s laying on top of you. “Yes it is. Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

“It's okay, it was time I got up anyway,” you say, smiling in reassurance. “Jen, your eyes are blue.” You pointed out as you pulled yourself up, whereas Jennie straddles your lap now.

“It’ll go away,” she informed.

“Oh okay. Let’s go eat?” You say, smiling at the feline-eyed reaper.

“Can we wait a little bit? I've been waiting for you to wake up so I could kiss you again.” The corners of her lips quirk into an impish smile and you gawk.

“K-Kiss me again?”

“Yes,” she confirms. She plays with the fabric of your shirt, twisting and pinching it between her fingers as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, staring at your lips. “…I talked to Chaeyoung, she doesn’t mind all that much. I just have to follow the rules.” (Like you do with Chaeyoung for your contract with the angel, Jennie must follow Chaeyoung’s rules.) “In the end it depends on what you want though; If you want me,” she says, hands sliding up the back of your neck and curling around it.

Your heart is racing, pounding in your ears at the look she’s giving you. You're rendered speechless, you can only nod in approval, giving Jennie permission to kiss you.

Jennie presses her lips against yours, her thumbs grazing your jaw. You melt into the kiss and you pull her close. Her fingers curl in the soft hair at the nape of your neck while yours slide up her thighs. When you part for air you can’t help the smile that grows on your face and you bite your lip to stop it from turning into that cheesy grin of yours. Jennie has a smile of her own as well. “Kiss me again?” She whispers. And you do.

This time the kiss was hot; feverish; desperate in manner because Jennie could not get enough. She was sucking, biting, teasing with her tongue flickering at the seam of your mouth. You allowed Jennie to push her tongue in your mouth, completely surrendering to the sensations you felt. You threaded your fingers between her soft hair and gently closed your hands into a fist, tugging slightly, and the sensation prompted Jennie to whimper into your lips. It was a sound you were desperate to hear again, and when you finally did you groaned.

You both part for air, smiling at each other like idiots. Jennie nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck for a few moments, placing light kisses there. She pulls away when she realizes you must be hungry since she made you wait, only to see the marks on your neck because unbeknownst to you, the concealer has faded away.

“Do they hurt?” She asked with furrowed brows.

“What?” You said breathlessly. Jennie doesn’t answer, instead you feel a warm fingertip tracing your lower throat area and clavicles: where your angel had fun marking you.

Ah.

You’re aware of the vague stinging sensation in those areas. “It’s bearable.” She hums in response. And leaning forward, Jennie places kisses down the column of your throat and the base of your neck, naughty hands trail along your waist tracing miscannelous shapes.

“You’ll be mine too, won’t you?” She purrs against your skin, her voice a low hum.

“Of course.”

…

Unsurprisingly you fell asleep after eating, much to Chaeyoung and Jennie’s amusement. You were carried up to your room by Chaeyoung, who went back downstairs to Jennie.

The reaper was grinning like a fool, and as Chaeyoung would say, she was too happy. The angel wasn’t exactly thrilled at having to share you, but if that is what you want then so be it.

Jennie left that night, and Chaeyoung put the leftovers in the fridge before sneaking in your bed, positioning you to lay on her chest.

When you wake up you can already hear all the angels' voices from downstairs. You cover your head with the pillow.

You may have fallen asleep yesterday, earlier today, and again now, but that doesn’t mean you can’t sleep more… But you have to wake up and go to the banquet. Which you’re regretting.

You don’t respond to arms picking you up as you were carried or moved somewhere— too tired to respond.

“Pour water on her.” A voice suggests, and you jolt up with wide eyes. You move away as much as you can in the arms of whoever has you, away from where the voice came.

Then you hear a laugh, being Jisoo’s, whose eyes are wet with how hard she’s laughing. You narrow your eyes at her and scowl. You don’t find that funny at all.

“She doesn’t even have water, it’s fine.” Chaeyoung says from behind you, and you realize you're in her arms.

You look at her; her hair is messed up and slightly fuzzy with a behead, she looks just as dazed as you.

“Forget about that, both of you get dressed. We only have an hour to get ready,” Seulgi said.

“Right…” Chaeyoung mumbled before letting go of you. She pulls your hand in front of you, holding them out flat. “Here.” Then she snaps her fingers, and an outfit falls into your hands. Not even a minute later you’re being rushed into the bathroom.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Chaeyoung hears Lisa’s teasing voice as she shuts the floor for you. She rolls her eyes and walks past her to the other room on the side of the hall.

Now left to your own devices, you realize you didn’t get to greet the other angels. But, ignoring that, you unfold the clothes and hold them out in front of you.

They’re beautiful— and they’re the best designs of clothing you’ve ever seen. The clothes feel incredibly soft and expensive. You can’t imagine how much this would cost if it was sold in the human world.

About ten minutes later you walk out the room. Immediately, there’s an exaggerated gasp, you expected it was from Chaeyoung or Lisa but you’re met with Naeyeon. The bunny-toothed angel is covering her mouth, eyes wide with awe.

“Chaeyoung look! Look!” The angel runs to the other door down the hall, banging on it hard.

You’re thinking about stopping her because it sounds like the door will break with any more force until Chaeyoung opens it. Your angel shoves her aside playfully, trying to move her so she can get a better look at you. Once she does she’s shocked.

“Wow…” Chaeyoung muttered, utterly speechless at how you looked. You wore a white dress, the fabric was ruched and it had a high leg slit. You also had white heels with straps that ran halfway up your lower leg. After you put it on, you had definitely stared at yourself in the mirror— you looked like an angel. The dress looked like a goddess would wear it. It looked amazing on you.

She’ll have to thank Jennie later for helping her pick this one. The thought of pulling you back into the room and having her way with you filled her mind. But she didn’t entertain the thought.

After a while, Chaeyoung noticed you were pacing out. “What is it?” She asks as she walks over and places a hand on your hair, combing through it lightly to not mess it up. She doesn’t like when you space out.

After a couple more calls, you answered. “Nothing, I was just thinking.” You said, the back of your neck hot. Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow.

She cocked an eyebrow, “Thinking about what?” Possessiveness was evident in her tone, and you take a few seconds before answering just to tease her.

“You,” you answered, forcing it to come out naturally. “You look great.” And that wasn’t a made up comment this time, it was sincere, because in all seriousness Chaeyoung looked great, beautiful, ethereal.

The angel had a stunning white off the shoulder gown, which had a trail behind it. Around her neck she wore a white diamond necklace, accented with gold and the Park Family crest. (Her dress: Tiffany and Co Botanical exhibition in Tokyo.) It was an outfit you thought was better than everyone else’s— or maybe that’s favoritism. Everyone looked great.

“Good.” Is what she responded with, her eyes practically glued to your outfit. She took one last up and down look to admire everything before grabbing your hand and leading you downstairs where everyone waited.

When you and Chaeyoung went downstairs, Lisa, Jisoo, Seulgi, and everyone else was down there, including a new face.

Right when Yeji caught a glimpse of you, the brown-haired angel ran over to you, smiling brightly. You could see the Light Fury features Chaeyoujf was talking about come to surface as the girl smiled at you, her cat-like eyes disappearing into crescents.

“Hello! My name is Hwang Yeji. You can call me Yeji, it’s nice to meet you.” The angel was practically bouncing with excitement when she introduced herself, Nayeon putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her.

“Hello, I’m (Y/n) (Y/ln) but you already know that. It’s nice to meet you too.” You said. And now that you were introduced, Jennie came up to you, crushing you in a hug.

“I know we saw each other yesterday but it was too long.” She sighed dramatically and you hugged her back the best you could with the crushing hug. A few seconds later Jennie was peeled off by Chaeyoung, who was worried if you could breathe.

Before Jennie could whine about it you were interrupted by a loud clap, being Seulgi’s. “Listen up everyone,” she spoke in a commanding, smooth voice, “the banquet starts at 8:30pm, and as you know it is 8:12 right now.”

We are all on the job, tasked with watching (Y/n). Does everyone understand?” Seulgi looked at Jisoo and the raven glowered. She knows that look. That look means ‘you play around too much.’

“Yes, we know. I will watch her if she’s in my care, don’t worry.” Jisoo muttered with a roll of her eyes. Everyone else nodded in agreement. They wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“Alright. Would you all like to go in early? We have eighteen minutes till it starts.” Seulgi suggested and everyone shook their heads in disagreement rather quickly.

Going to the banquet early was known as a death wish. Most of the angels go early and it’s annoying to say hello and give greetings to all of them. It’s exactly like being at a family dinner or gathering, having to say hello to everyone that arrives in fear of being called disrespectful. But if they came at just the right time or a bit later they could avoid greetings altogether.

“Okay?… Let’s just sit tight for now then.” She should’ve expected that answer. After Seulgi was done, everyone went back to doing their own thing.

Lisa was playing the game along with Jennie and Yeji, and Nayeon had been pulled in Jisoo’s embrace and they watched the other two play. Seulgi was reading a book to pass time. Chaeyoung was around you, as always, watching you pull your phone out.

“Is that Milo?” Chaeyoung asked as she saw you pull up his messages. “Yeah,” you answered. “I wanna check how he’s doing.” You were still worried about him.

{

SmartAss: How are you doing?

Sent.

Miloooo: I'm doing alright, my head just hurts. Everything is aching, and I'm exhausted from yesterday for some reason, but I think it's from soccer practice. Other than that I'm okay! What about you? You've been skipping school a lot in the afternoon.

Miloooo: What happened to being a perfect student? Hahaha

SmartAss: I still am.

Miloooo: Barely! (ㅎ.ㅎ)

SmartAss: I've just been busy these days, and I have been completing my missing work, therefore I am a perfect student. I hope you feel better though :)

Miloooo: Aw. Thank you, love ;)

}

You were about to type another response until Charyoung spoke up, her tone filled with bitterness. “Love?” You heard her mutter, and if you looked behind you were sure you’d see her scowling. “Are you his love?” She asked with a frown, taking your phone from you.

“No it’s just a nickname Milo calls me when I’m being nice. He has a girlfriend.” You said and leaned back in your chair as far as you could, hitting Chaeyoung behind on purpose. You shot your hand up in a swift motion upon seeing the angel typing a response, intending to snatch the phone away.She just raised her arm higher in response. “Why so eager?” She taunted before telling the send button. Maybe she did it out of irritation or jealousy even. Maybe it wasn’t and she just wanted to toy you with you. She handed the phone back to you and you were scared of what she had sent.

{

SmartAss: Shouldn't you call your girlfriend love?

}

You sighed in relief, happy Chaeyoung didn’t send something stupid. Chaeyoung pulls your chair close, setting her head on your shoulder as she waits for Milo to respond. “Happy?” You hear her say and you nod.

{

Miloooo: True, True. She is my only Love.

SmartAss: Exactly.

SmartAss: It was nice talking to you today, I’ll talk to you later or at school next week. I have somewhere to go right now.

Miloooo: Alright, with Jennie I'm suspecting? Or Chaeyoung? Both, maybe? They're always with you so it makes me wonder… ;)))

SmartAss: Mhm, correct, Have a great rest of your day.

Miloooo: Correct about what? Chaeyoung? Jennie?

Miloooo: Give me answers woman!

Read.

}

“Was that the friend who almost died?” Jennie said nosily after you out your phone down. You didn’t notice she was behind you, giving her a chance to see the texts. She got her answer when you nodded. “Interesting,” Jennie voiced. “But we have to leave now.” She said, already dragging you to the middle of the room where everyone was huddled up. Chaeyoung followed.

"Give me your hand," Chaeyoung said, and you gave it to her to hold, Jennie took your other hand. You all were in a circle, hands clasped together. "I know this looks stupid but this is the easiest way to teleport us all at the same time," Seulgi explained sheepishly.

More teleporting?

Before you could comment on it, a space warp rippled through the room, stopping your voice from coming out and making you unable to breathe properly. The suffocating feeling left as fast as it came as you arrived in a hallway, limbs all still intact. Once it was completely over your legs gave out, causing you to fall. You expected to hit the floor but someone's arms caught you, being Jisoo, who had a taunting smile on her face.

"Be more careful human." The angel said with a pejorative tone, and lifted you back onto your feet. "Thank you.." You said to Jisoo before walking over to Jennie and Chaeyoung.

"Alright, who wants to watch (Y/n) first?' Seulgi said, and you feel like a little child in this situation. She was sure nobody besides Chaeyoung and Jennie was gonna raise their hand but everyone did.

Would you like to continue?

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seitmai · 3 months ago

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Opening the note that was meant for you and your class before digging into all the others just felt right. Really, he was a faithful pen pal to all nineteen of you, even if his current letters were pre-written. As you drove to work, you wondered how long it would take your students to ask about Bradley. Turns out, it didn't take too long at all.

Of course they didn't 🤭

"Actually," you replied, walking slowly to the front of the room with a single envelope in your hands, "we can't do any of those things. He's not allowed to communicate with anyone who isn't on the aircraft carrier this time around. If he writes to us, he'll have to save the letters until he returns." Everyone stared blankly at you. Jackie raised her hand. When you pointed to her, she said, "But we're not like random people. We're students of aviation. We're his pen pals."

The utter shock on their faces😧

"Hi, everyone," said video Bradley as he waved to his phone camera. "I thought I would try my hand at a little lesson on aviation so your teacher could get a break. Make sure you take notes. There will be a quiz the next time I see you." All of your students were watching him with rapt attention and pencils poised over their notebooks. Bradley kept them engaged and entertained while you fell even more in love.

If Bradley suddenly decides "fuck the navy" I can totally see a career as a teacher for him 😅

What he wouldn't give for dinner at Salvatore's. Mouthwatering pasta. Expensive as hell wine. You in a short little dress with his hands all over your thighs. Maybe Bronco parking lot sex.

He is a simple man 😌🤭

So he would do what he always did now. He would write. To all nineteen of you. But mostly to you. He realized, like he always did, that this was probably the most boring shit that anyone would ever read. How many times could you really read about your boyfriend telling you that he loved you and missed you. It wasn't like he was writing elegant poetry here.

Realistically I could read about that hmm let me think 🤔... ahh yes, unlimited times!

I love you. I wish you knew I was coming back to you instead of Norfolk. I wish I could ask you to use the credit card in my sock drawer to fully stock the refrigerator before I get home. The only things I want to do for three solid days after I arrive back in San Diego are eat, sleep, and fuck my girlfriend.

This is very cute and also horny, I love it 😍

And you had a never ending text thread with Natasha now.

I want that!!

"God," you moaned. He was so hot. Especially in front of a sunset. Especially with your lipgloss smudged on his cheek. Especially when he was looking at you in his arms instead of at the camera.

Facts

She eyed you carefully. "Are you his girlfriend? The teacher he fell in love with?" This stranger knew who you were.

What a way to be greeted haha

Edith smiled knowingly. "Something tells me he's not going to want to leave your side right when he gets back. But maybe after a day or two, you could send him over?"

Lmao Edith knows what's up 😂

You reached for your phone thinking you could text Bradley before tossing it aside in frustration. You were frustrated in every way. Mentally and emotionally, but also physically. You missed sleeping next to him most nights. You missed his warmth and the way he kissed you. His strong body and attentive hands.

🥺🥺🥺

It doesn't matter, as long as you're thinking about me and my hands all over your body. I hope you're ready to read about how I would take care of you right now.... in an abundance of detail.

IN ABUNDANCE OF DETAIL!!!😮‍💨

Good girl. Now touch yourself just how I'd touch you. Rub yourself just right. Use two of those fingers to warm yourself up and then dip them down inside that perfect pussy. So fucking tight, you drive me insane when I can't be with you. I'd be right above you, singing your praises, telling you how much I love you, and pumping my fingers in and out of that pussy while you whine and beg.

Other possible yet unexpected career for bradley: smut writer🤭🥵

I'm all yours, Gorgeous. You absolutely own me.

🥵🫠🤤

"Yes, Sir," he replied, because there was really nothing else to say. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could return home to his house in Coronado where you lived now. Where you were waiting for him. He just needed to get through this safely.

This better be over soon and he is safe back home 🤞🏻

I agree he needs a hug and some good food!!

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 21 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is learning firsthand just how lonely a deployment can be when he's gotten used to talking to you all the time. You are more than happy to record your daily adventures for him, including your steamy ones.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, masturbation, adult language, romantic Bradley, 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Your original plan to commute to work from your apartment in Mira Mesa went out the window after the box from Bradley arrived. Suddenly his place seemed cozier now that there were tidy rows of envelopes from him covering the table in the living room. You sipped a mug of coffee and looked at all of them, selecting the one that said Open me with your class.

"Whatever you say, Bradley," you murmured with a smile, tucking it into your tote bag for work. You missed your kids almost as much as you missed him, but at least you'd finally get to see them today. You just hoped there was something upbeat in the note, because you were going to have to inform them that he'd be gone until Career Day. Or maybe longer.

You were standing behind your desk, getting hugs from some of the kids as they got reacquainted with each other and the classroom for the first time in almost two weeks when Jayden asked, "What did you get Lieutenant Bradshaw for Christmas?"

Images of lingerie danced in your head as you cleared your throat. "Stationery," you replied. "So he can write us letters while he's deployed."

"He's deployed?" asked Nia, face lighting up. "With Marty?"

"Can we do another drawing contest with him?" shouted Oliver, already getting colored pencils out of his desk.

"Will you ask if he's allowed to take a video while he's flying this time?" Violet asked calmly.

Everyone stared blankly at you.

Jackie raised her hand. When you pointed to her, she said, "But we're not like random people. We're students of aviation. We're his pen pals."

"Yeah!" came a chorus of voices, and you were half tempted to write up a petition to the Navy for all of them to sign.

You had to clap your hands and wait for them to clap in response after they all quieted down again. "I have a note that he wants me to open with you. Should we do that now?"

After literally everyone agreed that was a good idea, you opened it and found a handwritten link to a YouTube video followed by a short note that you read out loud.

"Greetings, Fourth Graders,

By the time you read this, it will be January, and I'll be on an aircraft carrier in the Atlantic Ocean for a seven week deployment. I'm sure your lovely teacher has explained that sending and receiving letters is sadly not a possibility for me right now. I'm going to need you to keep track of all your questions about aviation until I get back for Career Day next month. I'll bring some of my friends along, and we can answer them for you then. Sound good?

Make sure you listen to your teacher, and I'll see you all in February.

Yours Truly,

Lieutenant Bradshaw"

You looked up from the notecard and added, "He also included a link to a YouTube video. Should we check it out now?"

It was actually amazing how quietly they all sat in anticipation while you set up your projector and typed out the link. When you turned out the lights, you had to grab onto the edge of your desk as Bradley's face and voice filled your classroom, even though he wasn't actually there. The twenty minute video began with him sitting on his living room couch in his worn out jeans and the Top Gun shirt you wore to bed last night, and you realized he must have filmed this on Christmas Eve when you were out with Natasha.

All of your students were watching him with rapt attention and pencils poised over their notebooks. Bradley kept them engaged and entertained while you fell even more in love.

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"What the fuck?" Bradley groaned as he sank down into an empty spot on one of the long benches in the mess hall. The spaghetti looked like mush, but his stomach was growling so aggressively, he decided to take a bite anyway. It tasted just as bad as it looked, and he grimaced as he started to shovel it into his mouth anyway.

What he wouldn't give for dinner at Salvatore's. Mouthwatering pasta. Expensive as hell wine. You in a short little dress with his hands all over your thighs. Maybe Bronco parking lot sex.

Instead he got another USS Gerald R. Ford meal which was barely edible, and a view of a very hairy Atlantic Fleet aviator with the call sign Curly. Fantastic. Even the garlic bread was so stale it was hard to chew, but if he didn't eat, he would start losing weight. And if he started losing weight, it would make working out harder, which would suck, because going to the gym was his main source of entertainment.

Other than writing letters he couldn't send.

"Are you gonna finish that?" Curly asked, pointing at the roll Bradley only bit the corner of.

"It's all yours, man," he replied, watching the other aviator pick it up and crunch on it with a smile.

Bradley picked up his tray with the intention of heading to his bunk to change into gym clothes, but when he got there, he collapsed onto the twin sized bed instead. It was clear that he'd only been brought along for this deployment to fly one very specific mission, because as a whole, the Atlantic Fleet pilots were young and green. But as a result of the current political climate, he had internet access completely taken away from him, and he was stuck here for five more weeks with nothing to keep him sane. He didn't even have Marty this time around. Just the pretty stationery set you gave him and the holiday cards from your students.

Gorgeous, I miss you so much. You'd cry if you saw the spaghetti I had to eat for dinner. First thing I'm doing when I get home (besides you) is driving us to Salvatore's, and I won't stop eating until I pass out. The Atlantic Fleet food makes the Pacific Fleet cabbage rolls seem like a delicacy, and the US fucking Navy can quote me on that.

Definitely not poetry. "Was my writing this shitty last time around?" he murmured to himself with a laugh. It couldn't have been if you kept responding to him for the duration of that deployment. Just thinking about your letters, both professional and personal, made him ache right now. Your emails and your sassy selfies and the sunset photos were things he didn't even know he had been taking for granted.

One letter from you now would have made everything so much better. With a deep sigh, Bradley changed to head to the gym.

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Time passed slowly. Packing up and moving boxes of your things from Mira Mesa to Coronado helped, but you were a little too nervous to unpack too much other than the necessities. You didn't even want to think about that right now. All you wanted to do was plan your next visit to the wine bar with Natasha so you felt a little less lonely.

As you hung the framed blueprint of the Super Hornet Bradley gave you in the living room, you realized he would have to be lonelier than you were. At least you had Jayden's tales of Vanessa the dog to make you laugh during the work day. And you went out to dinner with some of your friends you hadn't seen recently. And you had a never ending text thread with Natasha now.

There was a pretty good chance Bradley didn't know anyone on this deployment, and you wondered if he was spending a lot of time in the gym. What you wouldn't give for a gym selfie. You collapsed onto the couch and scrolled through the images of your boyfriend that you had saved to your phone.

"God," you moaned. He was so hot. Especially in front of a sunset. Especially with your lipgloss smudged on his cheek. Especially when he was looking at you in his arms instead of at the camera. "Fuck."

When someone knocked on the door, you nearly fell off the couch. Your eyes caught on the envelopes from Bradley that you hadn't yet opened lined up on the coffee table as you walked across the room. The last time you had an unexpected visitor, it was Natasha. The time before that, it was Vanessa. You didn't know who to expect, but you squared your shoulders and pulled the door open with an abundance of attitude only to find a slightly hunched over older woman standing there.

"Oh!" you said, immediately softening your stance. "What can I do for you?"

She looked from you to the Bronco in the driveway and then back again. "Is Bradley home?"

"No, he's not," you told her, unsure about how much information to give. "Is there something you need?"

She eyed you carefully. "Are you his girlfriend? The teacher he fell in love with?" This stranger knew who you were. When you gave her a concerned look and took a step away from her, she said, "I'm Edith. I live next door. Sometimes Bradley helps me with yard work and repairs around my property." She smiled and added, "He only lets me pay him in piano lessons."

"Edith!" You told her your name with a smile. You knew exactly who she was, because the first time Bradley wrote to you about getting piano lessons from his retired neighbor, you fell halfway in love with him on the spot. "Right, of course! Bradley is actually deployed for a few more weeks." She looked immediately dejected, so you asked, "Did you need help with something?"

"I don't want to bother you with it," she said immediately.

"Please," you replied, already reaching for your shoes. "I'm so bored without Bradley around. I would absolutely love a distraction, Edith."

She wrung her hands and then held them up. "Well, I can't change my light bulbs, because my arthritis is bad this time of year when it gets chilly out. And my back patio is so dark at night, I can't see anything."

"Say no more," you told her, joining her on the porch and closing the door behind you.

It only took you a few minutes to change the exterior light bulbs and rearrange her patio furniture. Then you cocked your head to the side and asked, "Is something beeping?"

Edith sighed. "My smoke detector needs new batteries."

"I'm on it."

She led you inside the sliding glass door, into her kitchen where the beeping was annoying enough that you didn't know how this woman could have slept in the house unless her hearing was starting to slip. Edith told you where you could find a step ladder and new batteries, and once you finished that chore, she started digging around in her purse, pulling out five dollars.

"Thank you for your help," she said, trying to hand it to you as you walked past the piano with the step ladder.

"I am absolutely not accepting your money, Edith. This was the most entertaining part of my day. As long as your arthritis allows it, you can pay Bradley in extra piano lessons when he returns."

The idea of Norfolk suddenly made you feel anxious, but Edith smiled. "Oh, he's an advanced student. He mostly just plays from memory. I only point out when he's flat instead of sharp."

You weren't sure how long it had been since Bradley checked in with her, but as long as he was allowed to come back to San Diego, you'd make sure he did it more often. "I'll send him over as soon as he gets back."

Edith smiled knowingly. "Something tells me he's not going to want to leave your side right when he gets back. But maybe after a day or two, you could send him over?"

"I'll do that," you told her with a chuckle.

After you walked back across the yard and let yourself inside, you kicked off your shoes and decided to treat yourself with one of Bradley's notes. You'd been trying to ration them, but they were all so tempting. The ones you had already opened were stacked up on the kitchen counter where you could easily find them to read them again and again. You took a few seconds to decide which one felt right, and you settled on Open me when you need a laugh.

Inside the envelope, you found no note at all. There was just one photo, and when you pulled it out, you burst into laughter. Natasha was right; twenty-two year old Bradley was endearingly skinny and mustache-less. He still wore that same grin today, but he really grew into his frame. You marveled over how fresh his scars looked in the picture, deciding to hang it up in the bedroom for now.

And when you woke up on Sunday, the photo was the first thing you saw.

When you tried to burrow down under the covers in just his sweatshirt to go back to sleep, your skin felt like it was charged. Like there was an undercurrent of need that nothing would soothe except for Bradley.

Open me when you're in bed

That's what one of the envelopes said. You bit your lip before burying your face in Bradley's pillow and moaning. The need was still there, more palpable by the second. You had about an hour before Natasha was supposed to pick you up for brunch and the wine bar; it was the perfect time to read that note.

You ran down the hallway to the coffee table, grabbed the envelope, and took it straight back to bed. Your curiosity had been gnawing away at your mind over what could be in the note meant for the quiet solitude of the bedroom, and now was your chance to find out as you slipped back under the covers.

Gorgeous,

You better be in our bed right now. Maybe you just got home from work. Maybe you're still waking up for the day. Maybe you're ready to fall asleep soon, but you just need something to take the edge off. It doesn't matter, as long as you're thinking about me and my hands all over your body. I hope you're ready to read about how I would take care of you right now.... in an abundance of detail.

You moaned as you looked around the room, wide-eyed like someone was going to catch on to what he had written to you. Desire flared inside you as you squeezed your thighs together and took a few deep breaths before continuing to read.

You're beautiful inside and out. It's no surprise that you really get me going. One thought about the soft swell of your ass or the way you taste when you cum is enough to get me seriously hard. Jerking off while thinking about you is fantastic, but nothing compares to the real thing. Next time I see you, we're taking our time to get reacquainted, but right now, if I could have you, it would be fast and dirty.

"Oh god," you groaned, closing your eyes as you pushed his sweatshirt up, letting cool air meet your warm skin. Then your hand slid down to the apex of your thighs, and you weren't at all surprised to find you were wet.

You look sinful in that bed. I just know it. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. My lips would find your breasts before sampling my way down your belly to that soaking wet pussy. When I say every inch of your body is Gorgeous, I mean it. You've got such a tight, pretty little pussy, and I would love to tease you until you're so worked up, you're practically crying. Just my mouth and fingers until you're begging for my cock, Gorgeous. Go ahead. Beg for it.

"Bradley," you moaned softly, a complete mess for your boyfriend even when he wasn't with you.

This note was absolutely lethal. You were already close. Sweat beaded on your brow as you stroked your fingers along your clit before pumping them inside you. His name was never far from your lips as you kept reading.

You taste so fucking sweet. I'd run my tongue everywhere until you couldn't stand it. I would eat your pussy until you cum in my mouth. I'd keep going until I couldn't handle how badly I needed you. Then I'd fuck you so hard and fast, you'd have tears in your eyes, voice ragged as my body slapped against yours. Tits bouncing as I bottomed out, holding you in place as I came inside you. And then I would let you know that I'm yours.

I'm all yours, Gorgeous. You absolutely own me.

You were panting, grinding the heel of your hand against your clit as you came. Bradley's note fell from your fingers as your back arched off the bed, and you grabbed the sheet as you cried out. You could hear something familiar mingling with your own voice, but it took you a second to realize your phone was ringing as you writhed around in bed, heart pounding fast from your orgasm. You rolled onto your belly and grabbed your phone as you sucked air into your lungs.

Natasha Trace

Shit. Shit. You tried to get your breathing under control as you answered her call, but you even sounded strange to your own ears as you said, "Hello?"

There was a pause before Natasha asked, "I'm leaving now, and I might stop for a fancy coffee on my way to get you. Do you want something?"

"Sure!" you replied, trying your best to sound casual, but pretty sure you were failing.

"I'll be there soon."

You dropped your phone and reached for the journal instead to let Bradley know just how hard you came for him before you got dressed for the day.

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"Bradshaw!"

It felt like an almost foreign concept for Bradley to hear his name now. Essentially nobody spoke to him outside of his mandatory meetings, and he'd spent so little time in a cockpit over the last few weeks, he spun around in surprise when someone called him.

Of course it was Admiral Walker. Bradley wasn't sure if he was being punished for what Cyclone had done, but he was hardly given any flight tasks to work on. But now that his deployment was starting to wind down, he realized the danger he was going to be flying into for his mission was much more than he originally anticipated.

"Admiral Walker, Sir?" he replied, saluting his superior officer. He wasn't looking to ruffle any more feathers here as long as it meant he'd be going home to you before too long. He felt sick with longing, missing you so much, especially at night, that he hurt until he was finally able to fall asleep. And then he'd wake up to the same choking feeling all over again the following day.

The older man examined him closely for a few beats before saying, "The weather looks ideal for tomorrow. You're team leader. Be ready to go at first light."

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I hate how isolated he feels. He's not thriving. He's not even eating well. He needs a hug. Gorgeous is enjoying the box of letters even is she is missing him terribly. I think I'll send him home soon. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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The Point Of No Return (Part II)

A fanfic slightly inspired by the play The Phantom of the Opera

+18 Smut (a lot) / Angst / Horror (just a bit)

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader / Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When a strange and dark man starts to haunt the reader's dreams her life is turned upside down and she discovers in the hard way that if you can't wake up from the nightmare maybe you're not asleep at all.

Word Count: 4,300k

Warnings: Dark themes! Psychological manipulation, Dubious consent, Mentions of abuse of medications and alcohol, Mentions of injuries and blood, Deception, Stockholm syndrome(?), Sexual content (P in V, masturbation with both receiving, oral sex with both receiving, fingering, physical control, domination, bondage.)

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"I have come here

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind i've already imagined

Our bodies entwining

Defenseless and silent

Now i am here with you

No second thoughts

I've decided"

You didn't know why you had agreed to go out with Anne. In fact, the idea had sounded pretty silly to you when you saw the message, but after all that had happened, you were feeling too agitated to spend Saturday night alone at home and that would do more harm than good if your intention was not falling asleep.

Anyway, thirty minutes after joining the Karaoke you regretted going. You hated karaoke; you hated the songs that everyone chose wanting to be cool and different when in fact they were always the same songs everybody would pick.

“How are you doing?” Anne asked looking at you while the two guys that came with her had gone out to get drinks and the two girls were fighting each other competing to see who ruined Hotel California better. You didn’t bother to remember their names.

I nodded, lying “I'm better.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line and then spoke what had been on her mind for days.

“Maybe you should see a doctor. You know, it's normal that at some point in life we feel down and sometimes we need medication and talk to someone who understands like a therapist maybe.”

You sighed. You would be lying if you say you didn’t think about that option before. You even googled a psychiatrist who did some interesting research work involving a study of patients' dreams, but the truth is that nothing in the world would give you the courage to talk about the kind of dreams you were having and much worse, reveal who you were dreaming about.

“I'll think about it.” Was all you said.

She nodded without seem really convinced and then the guys came back.

“Your drink” The blond one with blue eyes handed you a martini glass.

You talked and as much as possible you tried to have fun and forget about your problem and even went a little overboard on drinking, but you realized that being high on alcohol was an interesting way to get rid of constant thoughts. At least for that night it worked.

When the cab finally dropped you home, you struggled with the keys to get the door open, realizing you were a little drunker than you seemed to be when you left the Karaoke.

You did your ritual: left your shoes, putted your bag on the counter, went to the kitchen to make yourself a strong cup of coffee, but you avoided the pills, figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to mix them with the alcohol.

You went upstairs with your coffee and undressed, turned the radio on loud and avoided the bathtub this time, opting for the shower and the cold water.

When you got out of the shower you were feeling more sober and decided to watch something so went back down to the living room. Nothing would make you stay in your room if you didn't intend to sleep. You turned on the TV and put on a new episode of Stranger Things and got distracted by watching it.

You opened the door and the music got louder. You went out into a dark hallway. It was the first time you had left that room and you didn't know what you would find outside.

You heard classical music playing and opened your eyes staring at the ceiling and smelling the scent of dust from the already familiar room. You sighed feeling your heart speeding up. Why were you sleeping again? Why was your plan no longer working?

You sat looking around. There was no sign of him and you decided to get up. It was a stupid idea, but maybe if you could just stay hidden until you woke up you wouldn't have to go through all that.

You went down a long staircase that led to a ruined hall, outside you could see the dark clouds that circled as if they were part of a hurricane and you seemed to be right in its eye.

You walked through the hall noticing that there were many musical instruments around. You stopped by a beautiful black grand piano and without knowing exactly why you did that, you played one of the keys. The noise reverberating through the hall and just like that you knew he would find you.

It was impossible to explain that feeling, but every time you dreamed you felt as if you and he were the only people there. Not just in that wrecked, haunted house, but in that world. Of course, there was no way you could have known that, but there was also no way you could have conjured that place in your dreams since you've never seen anything like that place before.

Well, haven’t you? Looking to the huge round window, you realized that window was identical to the window of the Sanctum Sanctorum where Doctor Stephen Strange lived. That place was like an upside-down version of the Sanctum and the one that was now slowly walking towards you, both hands behind his back, eyes fixed on you surrounding you like a predator surrounding its prey was perhaps another version of Stephen Strange, a sinister version of him.

“No tears this time?” He asked approaching.

You felt your body tense as he stopped in front of you. His hands still steady behind his back. You knew that tears wouldn’t help you. He always got what he wanted in the end.

He sighed, one hand reaching out to touch your face.

“I have questions” You said firmly stepping back.

He let his hand hover in the air dramatically and smirked.

“I imagine you have.”

You took another step back, increasing the distance between you.

“This is a dream?”

“Do you want it to be?” He replied.

You swallowed the saliva “It’s not what I asked. So, it's not real?”

He took a step towards you and instinctively you took another step back.

He stopped watching you intently.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

He tilted his head slightly to the side studying you

“What do you think?”

You shook your head “I don't know, I think I am dreaming, but... I'm not sure anymore. It feels too real”

“Do you want it to be real?”

You denied. Your heart pounding in your chest. You sighed trying to calm down and a moment later he was behind you, a firm hand on your waist pressing you against his body and the other on your neck pressing lightly.

"I'll rephrase the question" he said, whispering in your ear and deliberately rubbing his goatee against your skin making you shiver.

“Do you want me to be real?”

He lightly bit your earlobe.

“No” You muttered, but you didn't even convince yourself.

He scolded you by increasing the pressure on your neck.

“Let's try again, this time without lying, what do you think?”

You nodded.

He turned his lips to your ear, tongue licking lightly, he murmured sweetly

"Do you want me to be real?"

“Yes” You whispered shyly.

He squeezed your neck even tighter.

“I did not hear.”

“Yes” You spoke louder.

“Yes, what?”

He wanted to hear you saying.

“I want you to be real.”

He smiled closing his eyes, savoring your answer. He knew you were being honest, you couldn't resist him.

He hummed in your ear

You could feel your eyes filling up with heavy tears.

“I know. You can’t resist me, can you? Don’t fight it.

I can hear your heart beating faster when I am close, your pulse speeding up when I touch you and silently your senses abandoning all defenses.”

“You already surrendered to me. You've been so good to me. Perhaps I will answer your request. Isn’t it what you want? Have me out of this place? In your world?”

The tears streamed through your face this time not out of fear, but because you knew what he was suggesting wasn't possible. You couldn't have him in the real world. You sobbed understanding how much that realization hurted you.

He released your neck and turned you to face him. You looked down at your feet. He lifted your chin with his fingers and brushed a tear from your cheek.

“What's the problem? Tell me what concern you, my dear.”

You sighed. This was not following the normal script of your dreams. You didn't feel scared like you usually did in his presence. You felt intoxicated by it. You felt yourself floating and falling for him. It was like you was starting to trust him and when he touched you, you didn’t want to flee anymore, you savored the sensation.

“I can see the sadness in your eyes. I didn’t bring you here for this. I want to please you. I want to touch you, to make you feel good.”

You shook your head “You're not real. You can’t do these things because you are not real and it doesn’t matter how much I wanted you to be.”

You wiped your own tears off your face “In the real world Stephen Strange doesn't even know I exist.”

He sighed.

“This place. You. It’s all in my mind.” The words came out cutted by your sobs. “I created you. I created you because I fell in love with Stephen Strange, but I don't even know him. I've never seen him in person, I just…”

He stared at you waiting for you to finish what you were saying, but you couldn't speak aloud the things you did thinking about Stephen Strange. All those times you found yourself thinking about him. Even in the most inappropriate places, like at work, in the middle of a meeting, you felt lubricated just thinking about him. A man who was kind of a celebrity who had no idea you existed.

He smiled. Not the smirk you were used to, but a smile that seemed sincere.

“You didn't create me, my dear, I'm as real as that Stephen Strange in your world. The only difference is that I love you, I know you, each of your thoughts, each of your desires, your fantasies.”

The way he looked at you as he spoke, as if he could devour you whole with his eyes, his voice purring at you, caressing you with its deep, sensual timbre. His hands cupping both sides of your face, wiping the tears that flowed and the very words he was saying. It all seemed to create a kind of numbness in you, your breathing getting more ragged, and you could feel the desire building between your legs in the form of an insistent wetness you couldn't hide.

And you didn't want to hide it. You didn't want to fight him, not anymore, you wanted to know what it would feel like to give in not only physically but mentally because you were tired of feeling alone, tired of fighting him when all you wanted was to surrender.

He smiled confidently as if he could hear your internal debate. Maybe he could, you weren't sure of anything anymore, nothing beyond the fact that you wanted to be completely and irrevocably his.

His hand moved down your neck, his trembling scarred fingers brushing your collarbone and in a gesture of complete surrender you tilted your neck to the side in anticipation of his touch. He kissed there lightly.

“My love is so soft today” He sighed in your ear making a shiver run through your whole body “I like it when you resist me, but this way... this is much better. Promise you'll be nice to me this time?”

“Yes” You answered without hesitation, your voice shaking as much as your body.

“Yes what?”

“I'll be good this time, I promise.”

He sighed satisfied, taking you in his arms bride style. He carried you through the halls of the dark and broken Sanctum and took you into his bed. He undressed you. This time not using magic. He did it slowly savoring the moment while taking off each piece of your clothes. The cold air making your body shiver. You instinctively shielded your breasts with your arms and crossed your legs as he scolded you.

“Don't hide your body from me.” He cooed.

You shook your head, uncrossing your legs. He smiled, gripping your ankles tightly and pulling you close to him at the foot of the bed. He spread your legs admiring you with attentive eyes and licking his lips like a hungry man.

“So beautiful. I'll devour you until there's nothing left of you. This is what you want?”

You licked your lips. The arousal you felt made your hips move involuntarily and you twitched into nothingness in anticipation of his touch.

He took one of your feet and brought it to his shaft that was completely hard under the tunic and you started rubbing it there, stroking it slowly as he moaned in satisfaction.

“Look at you, you're desperate for me to touch you, aren't you?

He held your foot, moving his hips slowly against it.

“Please... please” You whimpered begging for his touch.

He crawled onto the bed on top of you, the weight of his hips spreading your legs apart. He touched your face and pulled you to his lips. Your hand cupped his face, the other clinging to his hair as you surrendered to the kiss with desire and lust, parting your lips so he could put his tongue inside your mouth.

You moaned between his lips, drawing air back into your lungs as he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, sucking there hard leaving marks on your skin.

He continued lowering his lips, taking one nipple in his mouth, nibbling and then licking in circular motions, the other hand caressing the other breast, playing with your nipple between his fingers.

You couldn't contain your moans, the desire you felt to have him inside you almost ached between your legs. You brought a hand to your aching core getting a little relief as you rubbed your fingers on your clit in circular movements. You groaned loudly, but he shook his head, pulling your hand away and holding it tight against the mattress.

“No” He said looking at you “Only I can touch you, do you hear me? Don't be impatient or I'll have to punish you. Is this what you want, for me to punish you?”

You denied.

He nodded satisfied with his wicked game “Then ask for forgiveness and say you won't do it again.”

You sighed totally surrendered to it “Forgive me Stephen, I won't do it again.”

His eyes narrowed when he heard you calling his name for the first time. He released your hand and gripped your chin tightly

“I didn't give you permission to call me Stephen, did I?”

You denied biting your lips. The dominating way he spoke turned you on and there was no need to pretend, you liked it.

“I didn't hear what you said.”

“I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good, please.”

He smiled devilishly “Call me sir.”

You agreed stammering “Yes, sir.”

He kissed your lips “Good girl. I know this urge you're feeling is painful. I can ease your pain. Just tell me to do it. Tell me how much your need me.”

You moaned “Please sir. I need you.”

He lowered his lips to your belly, biting your skin and licking the spot soon after, and continued down until he reached your bundle of nerves.

He placed a finger inside you, hissing when he felt your wetness.

“My love, you are dripping through my fingers!”

You moaned loudly as you lifted your hips to increase the friction of his fingers “Please…”

"I know, I know." He stuck a second finger in and started fingering you at a very slow pace.

You moaned in frustration “Please sir... I need more.”

He hummed “Too slow? All right, I can go faster.”

He abruptly increased his pace and you screamed at the sensation of being fucked by his fingers at that frantic pace.

“That's how you like it? You're a naughty little whore, aren't you?”

You nodded. Tears streaming down your face as you felt overwhelmed with all the pleasure. He kept his eyes on you the entire time as his fingers worked to get all the pleasure out of you and when he curved them strategically to reach your g-spot you felt the familiar tremor building in the pit of your stomach, but this time it wasn't subtle, it was sudden and you screamed whimpering.

“Oh my God.. I'm going to cum!”

He didn't slow down, his fingers fucked you so hard that your entire body moved with the movement. The sound it made was so obscene it reached your ears triggering you into the visceral orgasm that hit you.

“That's right, good girl.” He cooed “Such a good girl cuming so deliciously on my fingers.”

You kept your eyes closed feeling all the sensations.

He took his fingers from you and came over your body, kissing your belly, going up to your breasts and giving light kisses on your lips.

“Look at me” He asked and you obeyed. Your body relaxed while you were coming down your high. “Open your mouth for me.”

You opened your mouth and he placed two fingers for you to taste yourself.

You sucked his fingers heartily making a pornographic popping noise.

When he took his fingers out of your mouth, you licked your lips obscenely and he smiled in surprise at your behavior.

“You're being so nice to me today. I'm loving this change. Promise you'll be good for now on.”

You nodded “Yes, sir. I promise.”

He smiled in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“I want to fuck you hard, but first...” He took your hand and placed it to his shaft and you caressed his member over his tunic “You'll return the favor, won't you?”

You nodded excited and he knelt on the bed unbuttoning his pants and releasing his fully hard cock. You held it tight moving it up and down and increasing the pace as he groaned loudly.

“What a naughty little girl doing so well for me. Come here, kiss me while stroke my cock.”

You moaned anticipating his lips. You knelt on the bed kissing him and deepening the kiss by placing your tongue on this mouth while your hand kept jerking him.

You were amazed at how loud his moans were and you loved it. You loved the animalistic groans and grunts and moans that scaped his lips. You pulled back for breath and his lips trailed down your neck, biting and sucking hard.

“I'm so hard, my love.” He purred “It's painful. I need to be inside you now. You're going to be nice and let me fuck you, right? You don't want to see me suffer, do you?”

You denied searching for his lips, giving passionate kisses and moving down to shower his chin and neck with little open mouth kisses. You couldn't help it, the passion you felt for him made you want to please him. All doubt and fear were gone and you realized that you would do anything he asked.

You stared at him biting your lips.

“How do you want me, sir?”

He groaned loudly, your words making his cock throb “All fours”

You complied by placing your knees and hands on the bed and lifting your hips into the perfect position for him. He groaned freeing himself from his clothes and positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, placing a firm hand on your hip as he entered you with a single deep, hard thrust, moaning loudly.

You gasped. Your body could barely contain all of it inside you. He was huge and you felt so tight.

“Oh my love you're so tight” He moaned through his teeth “I can feel you stretching and it's so delicious.”

He fully took it off and you twitched into nothingness moaning in protest. He ran the tip over your clit teasingly and turned his luscious head to your entrance and forced until he was fully inside you again and you moaned loudly, moving your hips against him.

“What a naughty little girl wiggling on my cock like that.” He took it off slowly until he was completely out of you and stuffed it all back in with a rough thrust.

“Is that how you like it? Rough?”

You moaned loudly. Your hip had a will of its own and you moved it against his thrusts.

“Yes. I like it when you fuck me hard.”

He hissed hearing those words. He'd fucked you so many times, but this was special. He'd always wanted to have you fully surrendered to him this way and now that he finally got what he wanted he couldn't help but fulfill your request.

He was gripping your waist so tightly it hurted, but you liked the feeling.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, fucking you hard and moaning with each thrust, whispering sweet dirty praises to you.

“You are so delicious, my love. You are doing so well for me. My girl, I know you like my cock. Tell me how much you like it.”

His praise was pushing you to the brink of another orgasm and you needed it. You increased the rhythm of your hips to crash into his frantic thrusts and groaned loudly. The sound of skin against skin was obscene.

“Oh my god, it's so good, you are so good. You will make me cum. Please, sir, let me come.”

He groaned loudly. He was on the verge of his climax and hearing you plead like that only brought him closer. He let go of your hips and ran his hands through your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and holding it tightly in his hands.

He stopped his thrusts and you groaned in protest.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked with that devilish voice “Do it yourself.”

You increased the pace now panting until it exploded inside you.

You moved your hips against him slowly and then you found your courage and started moving faster and faster finding the perfect pace while your moans got louder and louder.

His hand firmly gripping your hair, the other on in your hip, but he just held you, not forcing.

“Oh my god, my god.. this is so good.”

He giggled satisfied “Look ate you, my love, completely surrendered to me.”

Your body relaxed coming down your high and your legs gave in. He let you lie down but tugged your hair as a warning and brought his face closer to yours, speaking menacingly in your ear,

“I'm not done with you yet. Are you listening to me?”

You nodded.

“I did not hear.”

“Yes sir.”

He pulled your hair again and went back to fucking you. Each thrust making the headboard to hit the wall with a loud noise.

His moans grew louder and his breathing more ragged as he used your body to reach his own high. He pushed your head against the mattress keeping you still and the thrusts became more violent and irregular.

“I will fill you with my seed, is that what you want? That I fill you?”

You couldn't speak, so you just babbled whimpering.

“Tell me you love me. I want to hear it, I need to hear it, Tell me you love me.”

“I love you” You whispered as a secret but it was enough for him to hear you. He growled loudly and you felt his hot load spilling inside you. His face close to yours.

“Oh my love, I love you too." He breathed.

You melted with his words as he released your hair and rolled onto his side.

You felt the weariness pulling you into unconsciousness and you knew you were about to wake up and for the first time since it started, you didn't crave it.

He pulled you to his chest stroking your hair. It felt so good, so soft.

"You need to go back now." His voice held a bitterness. It was as if the thought of letting you go hurted him deeply. “Promise me you won't run away from me anymore. All those pills, it's all useless and it makes me angry to see you suffering, fighting me like that.”

You nodded in agreement with him

“Promise me you won't take them anymore.”

“I promise.”

You hold him tight “I don’t want to go.”

He sighed kissing your forehead “I know. I'll be back for you. I always do.”

You woke up and stood staring at the ceiling. Your eyes stung with sudden tears that you tried in vain to hold back. This was different. You weren’t scared, your were sad. You thought about the words you said to him. It felt so true. Were you going crazy? It was the most rational thing to think about after all that.

You got up and went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, took two pills instinctively as part of your daily ritual, but found yourself standing with the cup in your hand, staring at the pills in the palm of your other hand.

It was ridiculous. It was all ridiculous, but you realized you didn't want to keep taking those drugs. You convinced yourself that your decision was just for your health and also because they weren't working at all, but in the back of your head you knew you were fulfilling the promise you made to him minutes a go.

Damn it! It really felt like it was just a minute a go. You closed your eyes letting the tear coming down your face. Remembering his touch, his kisses. You were falling for him.

“Great, now I'm really fucked.”

Writer Note: Part II took me some time to write, but I really hope you enjoy it. This one is really smutty, but kinda sad too. Part III will come sometime by next week. ;)

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Chase Me Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader Kinktober 2022

Chase Me One-Shot Word Count: 4772

Pairing: Taemin x Dom!Reader Warning: Smut, Pegging, Strong language, She/her pronouns, unprotected sex, alternate universe

A pure scent envelops your nostrils. You inhale the elegant scent of decadent vanilla drizzled in honey and the sweetness sends your senses to another level.

"It can't be. Could it?" You question your own thoughts trying to figure out who the owner of this delicate smell is.

Your eyes dart around the spacious yet organized space. You can't quite pinpoint where this delicious smell is coming from. There is something about sweet scents that drive you wild.

Your mind knows it's not food, but it's your weakness, a man. Not just any type of man either. No mortal man could make you this excited without seeing his face.

As you take in this scent you find yourself wanting to taste him on the tip of your tongue and your mouth salivates.

Curiosity floods your intricate mind, and you are left wondering, what is this man?

The fluorescent lights beam down on you, and you are brought back down to your flesh. You have to take a deep breath and compose yourself. You push your grocery cart along the milk and cheese aisle.

That's him. You spot him a few shoppers ahead of you. You see the beautiful, chiseled face from his side profile. His silver painted nails grabs a yogurt and toss it into his basket.

You can't remember the last time you have encountered anyone like him before. His scent alone is driving you crazy.

He pushes his cart further away from you and you watch him walk with a slight sway in his hips almost like he's dancing to a song that no one else can hear.

You want nothing more than to pounce on him and claim him as yours. But, instead you give yourself a quick pep talk to remain calm. You cannot act a fool in this store and get banned.

Besides, you don't want to scare him away. The last thing you need is having him think you are some derange woman with no home training and is hella thirsty. You put your favorite pair of oversized gold trimmed black sunglasses on. You notice him turn down the snack aisle.

You haul your cart faster and your heels click against the floor. You need to get closer to him and see his face. Most importantly you need to see his aura.

You blink your eyes a few times so you can see his aura. The beautiful bright white glow around his physical body causes you stop dead in your tracks.

Yes, he's exactly what you thought he would be. Of course, no one smells that heavenly without being a being of light.

But, the question is would he be interested in someone like you? Your self-doubt starts to creep in, but your deviant thoughts about the things you want to do to this man take over.

The old you would have cursed yourself for having such impure thoughts about him. But, you don't care. You are who you are, and no one can change that.

You stare at him and you can picture yourself pushing him over the basket and fucking him harder while you pull his black and gray hair until he screams your name for everyone to hear. You snap out of your twisted daydream and push your cart a little closer to this man that has you drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

You picture pushing him over the basket and fucking him while you pull his hair until he screams your name. You push your cart a little bit closer but he's still at the other end of the aisle.

"Do you have to have such naughty thoughts about me," The sexy stranger's words hit your ears at rapid speed.

Your eyebrows raised heavenward, and you realize that he's on to you.

He heard your thoughts and you distracted by his beautiful side profile. You marvel at how attractive this man is. Light olive skin with full lips and beautiful dark brown eyes dusted lightly in eye shadow a few shades darker than him.

"You can hear my thoughts?" You whisper and he giggles to himself. He covers his mouth to try not draw attention to him.

You stare at the ground and your mind tries to piece together how he can read your thoughts like that. You've never known any creature to be able to do that.

"You want me.. Don't you?" He taunts you again. He whispers and before you can respond to him, he pushes his cart to the next aisle.

You are up for the challenge. You push your cart at rapid speed to get to the other aisle so you can confront him.

"You really want to play games?" You say, but he's not on the soda aisle. Instead, there's an older woman who is looking up at you giving you a dirty look and you apologize.

"Sorry," you say, with your head down. You push your cart past her in defeat.

This beautiful creature is the very reason why you shouldn't go after every impulse you have. Your mother tried to teach you that, but you always failed to listen to her advice.

You aren't attracted to creatures like you. You haven't been in a very long time. All they do is play games, so you avoid them. You like to lure beautiful innocent angels onto the dark side with you and corrupt them.

But, if you were being honest with yourself it never turns into anything serious. It's a cat and mouse game every time. You run after them and fool around for months. Then out of nowhere they leave you hanging.

Which leaves you heartbroken every single time. They always leave you for another she-devil that gives them something that you never could.

It's been six months since your last angel, Yoojung left you for someone else. You block out those unfortunate memories and push your cart into the self-checkout aisle.

For once it would be nice to not be the chaser but instead be chased for once. Maybe, one day that will happen for you. Or maybe it won't, and you will continue to chase beautiful men around grocery stores.

You scan your food through the checkout aisle and realize his scent is gone. You sigh at the fact that he got away before you could talk to him.

***

Taemin stares at you getting into your blue Honda civic from across the grocery store parking lot. He clenches the steering wheel so tight that his hand almost turns white from the pressure.

He watches you put everything into the trunk your car. He shakes his head because he can't believe he reacted in that way.

"Ugh, why didn't you just talk to her. Why'd you have to run off like a little bitch?" Taemin groans to himself and shakes his head.

It's not often he encounters she-devils outside of Limbo, and you are exactly what he likes. Bold, beautiful, and bad as fuck in so many ways. By the tone of your thoughts, it's obvious that you wanted him, so why couldn't he make a move? Why couldn't he just give into the temptation of you?

Taemin shifts his car into park and heads out of the parking lot. His eyebrows raise when a melodic tone echos through his Jeep. His eyes glances at his best friend's name displaying across the LED screen.

"What's up, Kai?"

"Listen, we gotta go to Limbo, tonight. You down?"

"I thought you said no more she-devils?"

"I know what I said. I tried to date an angel but you know.. things got boring. Plus, I met this fine ass she-devil and we're meeting up at Limbo."

"So, why do you want me there?"

Hanging out at Club Limbo is more of Kai's thing. Honestly, Taemin hasn't been too interested in getting to know any new people since his last relationship.

Club Limbo is the only place that angels and she-devils can get together because they can't be scene together in public. Some people break the rules, but many try to abide by the supernatural laws.

"Because I don't want to go alone and I'm sure her best friend will be with her."

"Is this a double date?"

"At Limbo? Hell no."

"Fine, I'll go.

"Thanks, friend! Tonight will be fine. Maybe you'll get lucky, too. Where are you coming from?"

"Grocery store."

"Shit, you okay?"

"A lot of thoughts at once. Is it possible to hear other supernatural's thoughts?"

"No. Why?"

"Maybe, I just have really good ears."

"What kinda sup did you run into? Did you have a confrontation?"

"No, this she-devil had these naughty thoughts about me. I've never had that happen before."

"Damn, did you get her number?"

"Kai, c'mon. You know I'm shy."

"Let me guess you panicked and ran out."

"I did."

"Man, you gotta relax. You can't keep running."

"I can't get caught up again. The last she-devil played with my emotions and cheated on me."

"That was one person. Doesn't mean they are all like that."

"That's true. Well, I'll see you tonight."

***

"So, he read your thoughts and left you there?" Your best friend, Karli asks you. You two were able to get to Limbo earlier and get a booth to yourself.

"Girl, yes." You cover your face and shake your head into your palms. "I wanted him so bad. The attraction was so strong just like when I first saw Yoojung."

"Ugh, not Yoojung. Are you ever going to let that man go?" Karli questions you and presses her lips together.

You aren't a mind reader, but you know your bestie doesn't approve.

"Yoojung is a thing of the past. It was a one side thing anyways. I didn't know angels were such players," you groan.

You take a sip of your drink and scan the room. More people are starting to trickle into this exclusive club.

Karli rolls her eyes at you and her gaze flicks upward. "So, you're going to speak to him?" Your friend points her acrylic nail across to the other table. Yoojung tucks his blonde hair behind his ear and sits down with a few people.

You would be a fool if you didn't acknowledge the flutter in your stomach. Even after he ghosted you there's still something about him that you can't seem to let go.

For a moment you stare at him, but he doesn't even look your way.

You look down at your barely tasted drink and take another gulp. The alcohol sooths you a bit and you look back at your bestie.

You wish it had the effect it does on human, but you will settle for the slight mood enhancer.

"He doesn't give a fuck about me. He used me for a good time. I should have known better since I met him here at Limbo," you retort.

"Listen, sis. You are young and beautiful. Don't get wrapped up over him. You can replace him. Just next time don't allow your feelings to cloud your judgment," Karli encourages, but you aren't as confident as her.

Yoojung laughs and you notice. But, he still won't look at you. He lifts his phone to snap a few selfies and you know he's going to post on Snapchat and his insta story. But, you know you can't see it, because you're blocked.

"You're right. Well, if I see someone cute tonight I'm going to.."

Karli lifts her hand and cuts you off and waves her finger. "Let them come to you."

"Right, let the come to me," you say over to yourself a few times.

But, the truth is you know you aren't a patient person. In fact, you have always chased after your desired partner. You find a bit of thrill in the cat and mouse game. So, maybe you can practice tonight.

Your eyes widen when you see Kai enter into the club. You can see a glow around him, but it isn't as bright as usual. You wonder what she-devil has sunk their claws into him to dim his light.

Of course, all eyes are on him. Everyone is swooning at this man as he walks through a crowd of people. You notice him approaching your table and you wonder why. You've never talked to him before.

"Who is fucking, Kai?" you lean over next to your friend. He stands in front of you, and he grab's Karli's hand. He plants a soft kiss on her hand and answers your question.

"Hi baby, glad you could make it tonight," Kai says, and your bestie stands up to hug him.

He pulls her into a tight hug. His hands trail down to squeeze her ass in her short latex dress.

"Of course, this is my best friend, Y/n," Karli replies, and points towards you.

You give a firm smile and nod. You aren't as social as your friend. "Hello, beautiful." He compliments you.

"Hi," you simply speak, but you don't allow the eye contact to linger. You had no idea that those two were messing around and the last thing you want is to give the impression that you are interested in him.

Plus, why he's very attractive he not exactly your cup of tea.

"Kai, where have you brought me to?"

A familiar voice hits your ears and the stranger from the grocery store appears. Great, of course he's friends with Kai. So, that means your aura read on him wasn't wrong.

"Taemin, relax. My boo, Karli is here and her friend.." Kai trails off and his gaze on you again.

"Y/n," you clear your throat even though Karli already told him your name.

"Hmm, why am I not surprised?" Taemin snaps.

Kai eyebrows furrow and makes eye contact with you again. "You two know each other?" Kai asks.

"No," you reply.

"This is the stalker I told you about from the grocery store," Taemin insults you.

"Please, I'll snap your little ass in half. No one was stalking you," you casually toss back to him.

"Shall I share your thoughts with everyone? You nearly chased me down the aisle with your lewd thoughts," Taemin says.

Your blood is boiling, and you don't like to do a lot of back and forth banter.

You rub your necklace to calm you down. The last thing you need is to blow up on him and get kicked out of the club.

"Reading people's thoughts is invasive and you shouldn't have been in my head," you spit.

His hair is styled tonight compared to it being covered earlier in the grocery store and now you can get a full look at him.

Of course he's more beautiful up close and his lips look luscious. Of course, you want to feel his lips against your-

"Are you sexualizing me right here after I called you out?" Taemin taunts you further. You are left speechless. How do you even come back from that? He cut you off your thought but he knew where you were going.

"Whatever," you jump up from the couch and push past him.

Everything around you is a blur and you are rushing to get out of the club before you further snap. You push the heavy metal door of the back exit and get some fresh air. You stand in the alleyway and take a moment to yourself.

You walk outside of the back exit of the club and get some fresh air to cool off. You stand in the alleyway and take a moment to yourself.

How can you show your face after he just embarrassed you in front of everyone? Why would you even want to mess with an asshole like that?

This is the reason why you need to stay away from these types of angels. They are just sheep in wolves clothing. They try to portray themselves as beings of light and they are just as dark as you.

You turn around and Taemin is standing there. He's wearing a blue shirt that's open to show off his chest.

A silver cross drapes his neck. Your eyes trail down his body and his black slacks are hugging his thighs. You would love to leave hickeys all along his inner thighs.

"I didn't mean to make you run," Taemin says. He comes closer to you, and you take a step back.

"So, what you wanted to embarrass me. You don't even know me," you reply.

"I'm so sorry. My last she-devil liked me to degrade her just for her to take the power from me. I assumed you would like that," Taemin says.

His head hangs down and you can tell he misread you.

"Don't look at the ground now." You lift his chin and make him stare at you.

"We're not all alike," you correct him. Your hands are around across your chest.

"I'm sorry. We got off to the wrong foot, Y/n. I'm not an asshole. I promise."

"Why'd you run off at the grocery store?"

"Afraid honestly. Being with women like you are addictive. I know I should date angels, but I'm just not attracted to them. You are straight forward with what you want. I like that."

"Taemin," you shake your head. "I don't know."

Taemin shuts you up with a kiss and the butterflies in your body light you up. Your arms are around him and you push him against the brickwall.

You press your hands above his head against concrete and you stare into his eyes.

"I know you are bad for me.. but I want you."

"How bad do you want me?" You ask.

"Very. I'll do anything you want."

Taemin gets down on his knees and kisses your shoes. "I'll be submissive to you. Step on me," he says. He turns over and you look down at him.

"Safe word is rainbow."

"Yes ma'am. Now, step on me for being rude to you," Taemin demands you to step on him.

He turns on his back and you press your heel into his back and see how much he can tolerate.

"Harder," he pants.

A switch goes off in your head and you like it. You press your heel deeper and dig deeper. "Next time you won't embarrass me, right?"

"Yes ma'am. I will never do that again. I will apologize when we go back inside."

"Good boy," you say, and you pull your heel from his back. You extend your hand to help him up.

Taemin gets off the ground and dusts off his clothes. He links arms with you.

"You can punish me anytime I step out of line," Taemin says.

You walk into the house and Taemin grabs your hand. He leads you through the crowd of people. He goes over to your best friend and clears his throat.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said about Y/n. I misread our interaction and confused it for something else. I'm sincerely sorry," Taemin apologises.

"It's okay," you say.

"Did you two fuck?" Kai looks back at Taemin and scans his clothes and then scans yours.

"No," you shake your head.

"Well, that's good you two are getting along," Karli says.

You sit down on the couch, and he leans against your ear. "May I sit in your lap?"

"Of course."

You lean back and he sits down on your lap and wraps his arms around you.

"I hate that I compared you to my ex."

"I can understand. My ex or more ex- situationship is sitting across from us."

"Oh, really? What happened?" Taemin asks.

"He ghosted me and this is the first time I've seen him after six months."

"Let's give him a show then," Taemin says.

He unbuttons his shirt and leaves it open revealing his hard chest. You marvel at the details of his abs. You are surprised he's hiding those muscles under his shirt.

He starts giving you a lap dance and your body heats up. His attention is on you and you couldn't believe how sexy he looks right now.

"Wow, Taemin you are amazing."

"Only because I want to make you smile."

Taemin dances on you and works his body to the music. You are impressed with his lap dancing skills. He presses his lips against yours again. This man has your head spinning already.

You notice out the corner of your eye that Yoojung is looking at you, but it doesn't even matter.

You want to get to know Taemin and you don't care about making him jealous. You just want to enjoy your time with him.

"I'm glad we ran into each other again."

"Me too. I shouldn't have ran from you earlier."

"I want to get to know you," you say.

Your heart beats faster because you hate being vulnerable.

"I'm kinda a bad influence," Taemin whispers in your ear.

"I like trouble. That's my problem."

"Let's go to my car," Taemin says.

He stands up and grabs your hand. You follow him out of the room and Yoojung's gaze follows you.

Taemin holds your hand, and he kisses it as you two walk outside into the moon light.

You are giddy off the fact that he's giving you attention. You love being with angels because of their pureness. But, the ones that play with darkness are your favorite.

Taemin opens the back door to his black Jeep and you get into his car.

He follows behind you and closes the door. In an instant you don't waste any time.

You pull him closer to you. You pull him in for a kiss. You love the way he feels against your lips. There's something so sexy about him. He straddles your lap and his head is tilted.

Your hands are around his delicate waist and your hands trail down to cup his ass.

"You want to come over to my house?" you pull away and ask him. Your heart is thumping in your chest. Slightly afraid of rejection.

"I'd love to."

***

Taemin is pressed against your wall and you pick him up. His legs are around your waist, and you are making out with him. You carry him into your bedroom. You toss him against your bed.

"Damn, I can't remember the last time someone has tossed me around like this. You are captivating."

"You're so fucking hot."

Taemin stares and tosses his shirt over his shoulder. Your eyes spot the peony flower on his side. You pull your dress over your head and toss it.

"Thank you."

"I think we made your ex situationship jealous. He was watching us the entire time I was dancing on you and when we left."

"I don't care about him. Right now I want to be inside of you," you tell him.

"Oh, you want to get right to action huh?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you. I did invite you back to my place for a reason."

You go over to your bottom drawer and get out a black box. You enter the code and pull out your strap. You toss a few lubes over to him.

"Hmm.. I can't deny a she devil who knows what they like. So, since you get to fuck me. Will I get to fuck you?"

"Maybe.."

You step into your harness and adjust your strap on. You look at him and watch him undress.

He's stunning to you. Sure, you could have waited to go on a date, but what's the point. You are both attracted to each other. At any moment he could leave you just like Yoojung did so you would rather just enjoy your night.

Plus, you haven't had any in six months and he's the first to pique your interest when it comes to an angel.

"You want this to be a one-time thing?" Taemin asks. It completely slips your mind that he can read your mind.

"Taemin, can you stay out of a mind, please?"

"Sorry. It wasn't intentional. It's just your thoughts are so loud."

"Okay. Well, can you pick a lube?"

"This one. The warming one," Taemin hands you the bottle.

You push him over the bed. You pour the lube onto your strap and prepare it for a smooth ride. You lube your fingers and get his hole ready.

"Mmm... fuck me baby."

You stick another finger inside of him to prepare him to be fucked.

"Don't forget rainbow if its too much," you remind him of the safe word.

"Of course, baby. But, trust I can handle it. I like it rough." Taemin positions himself perfectly on your bed and arches his back for you.

You move closer behind him and slide into him perfectly from the lube. You hold his hips while you waste no time pounding hard into his ass.

"Oh, you like it rough? Don't tell me that."

"Mmm.. you're giving it to me so good," Taemin whines out for you.

Your hands are gripping at his sides and you push him forward into the mattress. Fucking him hard and you grab his hair with your right hand.

"Look at you getting fucked like a slut."

"Mmm.. yes I'm a slut. I'm your slut."

"You like me fucking you into the mattress.. huh?"

"Mmm.. fuck yesss mistress. Feels so good."

"You damn right you're my slut."

You pull out of him and lean back on your knees. Your hands are behind you. "Ride me."

Taemin looks back at you and slides down onto your strap with his back facing you. "Can I stroke it?"

"Since you asked so nicely. Stroke it for me. While I ruin your hole for being a slut. Dancing on me like a slut at the party.. Mmmm you turn me on so much."

"Fuck.. I'm going to cum."

"Nope.. save it for me. I want that nut inside of me."

"Fuck.. you're so bad."

"Oh, trust me. I know and that's why you like me."

Taemin slows down his stroke. You know he's trying his best not to cum because it would be better to feel himself explode inside of you.

Taemin is bouncing on your strap. He's working hard for you. His dick is rock hard and you can't wait to feel it inside of you.

You pull out of him again and take off your strap. You lay back on the bed and spread your legs. "Fuck me."

"Mmm.. mistress gladly."

Taemin gets on top of you slides his dick into your already wet pussy. He isn't fast or slow, but at a steady speed. Your legs are wrapped tight around his waist. The smirk on his face tells you so much more.

"Keep talking dirty to me.. so I can explode inside of you."

"I liked how we were kissing early in the car. You're so fucking hot, Taemin. I didn't expect you to take my strap so good."

"You fucked me good. I wanted to cum so bad. I held it in for you."

"But, now you don't have to hold back."

Taemin pumps faster into you. His body is fluid with his movement and you love feeling his skin so close to yours. The contrast of both of your melanin is sexy to see. The room is dark but just the red LED lights reflecting off each other's skin is perfect.

Your nails dig into his ass as he fucks you harder. He wants to make you cum. You are close. Your orgasm is calling out to you. Your body is going to release.

Taemin strokes your clit and bites his bottom lip as he looked down at you taking him so well.

"Cum all over my dick.. baby."

"Mmmm.. I'm cumming." The words escape your mouth and your body hits your climax. Your body goes to another plane and Taemin comes inside of you. He leans forward and kisses you again.

***

You wake up and feel the bed next to you. The side is empty. You sit up from your bed and search for your phone. You see you have two text messages. One from your best friend Karli.

Karli: You got dick last night didn't you?

You start to reply until you get another text message. You are hoping it's Taemin. You open the message quickly and you read it over.

I want to see you again.

Your heart sinks when you see it in your phone but you stare at the unsaved number and your mind puts two and two together when you realize it's Yoojung.

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wrathfulmercy · 3 months ago

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It was hard to step away. To escape her gaze and ignore the connection from their past that pulled him in so easily when she was close. Elena had been the first glimpse to his past since years. After finding Lori and Shane at the beginning of the fall, he never met anyone from his former life and had become a whole different person. As if the death of his wife and best friend erased his whole character and drew someone new. Someone this new world needed. A much rougher version. A fatal and feral one. One with bloody hands and death along his way. If he really had become the monster he sometimes saw in himself, than it would be wise to stay away from her. Maybe it was also the reason why he couldn’t manage to find a real connection anymore. Maybe Michonne had just been the perfect choice to bear this loneliness cause he didn’t have to worry about keeping her safe. With Elena he did cause he cared too fucking much. Because she meant too much. And it fucking scared him to death.

When they flew back with the helicopter, it was Rick staring against the wall to avoid catching her gaze. He forced himself to keep his hands between his legs, his eyes blank when he dissociated himself away from all the emotions that flooded him. Maybe he was really weak in that moment cause for the first time he had a glimpse of his past again. Something he could lose again. The person he once was but who he couldn’t be anymore. Would Elena even still recognize him under all the darkness that captured his soul?

——

Without a word he had left that day. Trying to shove away the horrors they faced when he took one of the longest showers he had in months. His forehead leaned against the cold tiles as he dug his nails into his inner palm to cover his emotional pain by physical one, desperately waiting for the water to wash away the sins he wanted to keep from her.

When he entered the bar that night, it felt somehow relieving to see so many people already busy with dancing and drinking their worries away. Maybe it would help to distract everyone from them reuniting, cause he knew how much they had to pay a price if anyone found out. Rick had to keep his strong facade. The respectful nods to his colleagues that told each other how great their work had been. For him it had been as awful as ever, like a suicide commando that wasn’t even expecting anyone to come out alive. And would it have mattered if they would have died out there? Probably not for them.

What did matter though was the fact that Elena was really there. She hadn’t been a hallucination, not a distant dream of better times. No, she was really sitting there at the bar with a drink and Rick couldn’t help to smile for the first time without even controlling it. It was her. He didn’t make it up. He didn’t lose his mind. Not yet at least. And she looked gorgeous in that classic outfit he hadn’t seen on people for years before coming here. The way the dimmed lights of this place reflected on her perfect skin reminded him of those sunset nights they enjoyed when they first started dating. The way he admired her face, her smile and how easy it felt to have her just in his arms. He realized how his fingers twitched for a moment, as if his body memory remembered clearly how it felt to reach out for her to touch her. This time he wouldn’t be able to do it and instead he hold himself back as he approached her silently.

As if it was a coincidence he sat down next to her at the bar and ordered a whisky, fingers snapped around the glass as he cleared his throat and waited for her to turn her head to him. Only then he dared to look at her, raising the glass for a silent cheers as if they had been two strangers who just met. Fuck, this felt too much like back in the days. The atmosphere. The scenery. The music in the back. As if they traveled back in time to a better world where everything was still peaceful and wasn’t that absurd? How could they sit here dressed up in clean fine clothes, sharing a drink in a bar when the world outside of these high walls did fall apart years ago? Even the taste of the whisky drowned in his throat was bittersweet and somehow he couldn’t help but scoff about the absurdity of this moment. Was he sure he didn’t lose his mind by now?

For a while he just sat there in silence, trying to process the awkwardness of this moment before the barkeeper James was greeting him firmly since they both had helped each other many times since Rick’s arrival. James was the first to show him around and explain him the unspoken rules after he had spoken to no one and Rick used the advantage of the hidden passages of the bar to escape whenever the noises became too loud in his head or when he wanted to flee from conversations he didn’t want to have. Yes, he might have knocked out some guys for James as well as soon as they started acting up, but tonight that shouldn’t be on his agenda.

He turnt his head, tilted it as he looked at Elena with a smile. “Come.” he said in a low tone that sounded more like a flirt than he intended to, but maybe he just wanted to make sure that it really could look like they just met and wanted some privacy. After getting up he took her hand out of a habit without another word and pulled her after him through the crowd, tightly holding onto it and shielding her from anyone they passed until they reached the secret back exit he knew from the owner he gave a nod before. There was nothing to explain, if she wouldn’t trust or follow him he would know what to think of this, but in this moment he just needed to get out of there to keep them away from noisy glares.

At the back of the venue he walked up the stairs that led to the roof like in a trance and only when he was sure they were alone he let go of her hand, but as if it had been a sign for a bad decision to let go, he noticed steps down the stairs and fell back into fight or flight mode. Immediately he grabbed her wrist to pull her aside, hiding with her around the corner with his hand snapped across her mouth to shush her down and wait for the noises to disappear. In this moment he didn’t realize that it must have been James bringing some trash out, his mind panicked about losing what he just found without even knowing what was left of them. His heart raced within his chest as he looked at her eyes in the darkness, both holding their breath as if they needed to hide for their life while the fluttering of his heart made it so hard to not lose his focus. It took a moment until he realized that he might have overreacted and slowly the worried wrinkles on his face disappeared as he let his hand slide down from her face while his other arm rested against the wall next to her head. Rick couldn’t help but scoff about his own reaction, realizing too late that he left his hand in the crook of her neck as if he wanted to just calm her with his touch before he lifted his gaze with an embarrassed smile and hushed a “hi” as if they were in a fucking arranged set up where he needed to lift the mood after their insecurities had taken over. “Fuck, excuse me for ruining this.“

After a deep breath he managed to push himself back and ran his fingers nervously through his hair before he was able to speak again. “I’m sorry. I just… I mean you know what’s going on here, don’t you? Forgive me for panicking this morning. For panicking again. I just… tell me you understand. Tell me you know why I’m acting like this. Tell me that you see what I see so we can finally reach the questions that really are burning on my tongue cause I need to know. Can you do that?” She had to. His hands were rested on his hips as he spoke, fingers still nervously tapping cause he didn’t know what answer to expect. “Why are you here, Lena?”

It was hard to let go of her again. To release their embrace when her familiar scent and the rhythm she breathed in brought back so many memories. Rick had never dared to think back to her or even considered he would ever see her again, but now as he realized it was real, it came all too sudden to process. It felt like his whole body was trying to keep her close. To melt into her so he could never lose her again and remember a feeling that was so long gone. But the tears that crawled up in his eyes were ones he couldn’t show, too aware of the horror they were still caught in.

Despite the struggle he let go of her. He just had to. What other option did he have after all? He didn’t have a right to keep her when he didn’t even know about her circumstances. About her intentions. Neither did she knew about his and somehow Rick didn’t want the truth to ruin what they just found again. A weak smile brushed over his face as she led his hand away, reassuring him that she was alright as she got up and carried herself like nothing ever happened. With a huff he pushed himself up, trying to sort his thoughts that were so busy running to places he always tried to lock from himself. “I am sorry.” he murmured with concern in his voice as she mentioned she had been alone for so long and for a moment he wondered how long it had been that way for her. Did she even have the chance of finding a community like his or had she been here for too long? And did she agree on what they did here?

It made him scoff when she complimented him, cause he realized how easy it was still for her to unarm him especially when she reached for his face. After all the trauma he had been through since coming here, physical touch was something he avoided and maybe it was a reflex to take her hand not wanting her to look too closely at him and find the darkness he tried to hide. The doubts he had about this place. “I didn’t know that wine becomes a bad thing over time. But guess you found one example now.” Gently he squeezed her palm just for a moment, just reassuring her that he appreciated the effort but was still too hardened to allow any affirmation. “I am afraid my side of the story is none you would want to hear about.” And how should he even complain about any loss to someone who had lost everything so early on? He was lucky enough to find his family again. To find a new one. To build a home. And from what he was hearing from her by now, it didn’t sound like she had anything close to that to his own regret.

After leading her hand down he let go again, walked over to her helmet and cleaned it nervously from the dust without being able to stand her intriguing glare again. Instead he just stared at the surface of the helmet and deep wrinkles of concern spread on his face again. “Listen I… I assume that you came here much earlier than me so you know how this shit goes.” Slowly he dared to raise his chin and walked up to her, her helmet still in his hands and not handing it to her yet cause he was too lost looking at her to remind himself who it was who stood before him. “They are watching every move and I’m more than convinced that people like us with a certain rank aren’t liked to be seen… reconnecting.”

Now he handed her the helmet as if it was a distraction move since he noticed some of their companions were closing in to check on the area. “They have an eye on me in particular, Lena. So if you wanna stay outside of that trouble, I would recommend to keep your distance.” His heart hurt to say it, but Rick knew he would have done it for any familiar face he would have met here. Her protection was more important than his own yearning to find something familiar. “I’m not the good guy anymore. Where I go trouble will follow and I don’t want you to get involved.” Rick had known her for ages but there had been so much time that passed that he could impossibly know her true intentions. Did she like this place? Did she want to stay here? Was she just here to spy against him? Did they know that they already knew each other?

The crm had power and Rick was well aware of that. It would be silly to follow his first instincts to stay around her when he could be the reason she would die. Like so many others because they stayed too close to him. “We shouldn’t talk like we know each other. Unless…” Rick stepped away and grabbed his own helmet from the ground, his back turnt on her so it was easier to speak to her without facing the pain he couldn’t bear to cause again. “…we find a way to speak in private. Do you want that?” His head turnt over his shoulder to look at her, but still keeping his distance cause he knew how it would cause attention. After clearing his throat he put on his helmet again to step close to her, just whispering “meet me at the bar tonight if you wanna talk.” while giving her wrist a gentle squeeze to reassure her his words were true, just like they did in the past when they whispered small secrets to each other on the hallway of college.

#rick x elena #v: crm #wiinestories

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astaroth1357 · 3 years ago

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How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer

Near constantly.

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well.

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them.

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes:

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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oooo maybe you could write one where sirius parents bash him before a game and we see sirius, the team, parents reaction

This fic was pure catharsis. Thank you for the ask <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for past parental abuse (canon for Sirius' parents), attempted physical abuse, confrontation, emotional fallout, cutting ties with toxic family

And how do you feel about your youngest son’s decision to go to college?

Sirius taped his socks down with a black roll. The rainbow stared up at him from his duffel, unused and judgmental.

We’re very disappointed in Regulus. He’s throwing away an irreplaceable opportunity and we expected better after everything we’ve done for him.

Her voice had been controlled and deadly soft, with just the right amount of regret. She almost sounded sad, if that was an emotion she could feel.

And Sirius—

We don’t speak of Sirius, his father had interrupted. The interviewer had faltered in silent surprise. He’s made his choice.

He’s been very supportive of Regulus to the media—

He’s always been stubborn and contrary, ever since he was a child. The coldness Sirius remembered well from his childhood had leaked into his mother’s voice, taking away the false disappointment and replacing it with a cruel edge. He would say anything to go against us.

The interviewer had looked between them like a rat caught between two mountain lions, finally realizing the gravity of his fuckup. Sirius applauded him—it took him seven years to figure out just how dangerous that house was, and only thirty minutes for this stranger and his microphone.

Do you keep in contact with Sirius?

And then came the kill stroke. His father’s face like stone, and his mother’s nose high in the air as she spoke like the hissing snake. Sirius Black is the greatest regret of my life.

The interview had ended less than a minute after that statement. The reporter didn’t seem to know how to respond, and Sirius didn’t blame him. It wasn’t every day one was told point-blank someone’s parents wished they’d never been born.

A hand brushed his shoulder blade and he swiped his sleeve under his nose. Left skate, right skate, get up. Get up. Get up, play the game. “Mon fils?”

Dumo would be looking at him like he needed to be pitied. Revulsion rose up in his throat at the idea. “Ouais?”

There was a rustle as Dumo crouched to his level, turning his face away from the rest of the silent locker room. Shutting Remus out and ignoring everyone’s texts in the two hours since the video’s release had been difficult, but necessary. They had a game to win. He didn’t need people spilling their sympathy all over him about something he already knew, no matter how hollow he felt.

The hand on his shoulder squeezed gently. “Are you alright?”

“Let’s win this thing.”

“Sirius—”

“They didn’t exactly hesitate to tell me that to my face for eighteen years, Pascal,” he bit out, staring at the floor. He couldn’t bear to meet that kind gaze. Not when he needed to muster some anger to fuel him through the game. “I’ve known I was the family disappointment for years and it hasn’t stopped me yet.”

“Please don’t bottle this up.”

“It’s fine.” He sniffed again, though no tears threatened to fall. “This has always made me stronger.”

“You didn’t have to be strong,” Dumo said quietly. He sounded like his heart was breaking. “You were supposed to be safe and loved and—”

“None of that was an option, so I did the best with what I had.” A tremor was building in his stomach and he swallowed it down, gripping the edge of his seat. “I’m going to go warm up before anyone else starts pissing me off.”

It was a cruel thing to say. Something that his mother would do before guilt-tripping him. But at the moment, he’d rather ask for forgiveness later than fall apart like some poor, lost child who had finally reached his limit.

He took his stick and marched past the rest of his wary-eyed team, intent on burying the pain in a few good slapshots to get his head back in order before the fans arrived. Maybe he could ask Remus to sneak away for a quick, heavy makeout session or some other distraction that would ground his thoughts. He couldn’t afford to go into a game with his whole life tilted on its axis.

The door flew open before he even got a hand on the knob—he flinched as an armful of person fell into him and the door slammed closed again. Fingertips dug into his upper arms almost painfully as Regulus stared up at him. “Maman est là,” he hissed.

Maman est là. Words offered as a warning and an olive branch less than a year prior, words Sirius hadn’t heard since a canyon of ice and six years of separation sat between him and his brother. Even after everything they had been through, his stomach still leapt into his throat; finally, with a heave and a groan, the dam of hurt gave way to anger. “Where?”

“I saw them coming in. Nobody’s allowed into the rink yet, but they were going that way and I think they were at your house and they know I’m home from school and they’re looking for me.” Regulus was shaking as he clutched Sirius’ arms. There was an old fear rising in his gaze.

Sirius could feel his heartbeat in his ears. “How do you know?”

“La vidéo. They know they lost you, but I’m still fair game. They were coming for something, and I’m the only thing they have left.”

Sirius Black is the greatest regret of my life.

Sirius took a deep breath through his nose, holding Regulus’ shoulders loosely as he choked back the urge to hide. They had always been good at that—for all its faults, Grimmauld Place didn’t lack for nooks just big enough for two small children to curl up in. “You’re okay,” he heard himself say. He should have known better than to think his mother would give up that easy after All Stars. “Stay here. I’ll take care of it.”

“Cap, we can handle them,” Talker said quietly behind him. The weight of their eyes pressed heavy on his shoulders.

Sirius stayed silent for a long moment before running a hand down his face. He could wait for security to kick them out of the rink, or for his teammates to be bravely stupid and fight that battle for him. He could hide with Regulus, then go out and lose a game. That was safe.

And yet safe had never been an option for Sirius when it came to his parents, and he was tired of walking on eggshells around them. He was tired of running away, of pretending like they didn’t haunt him, of constantly wondering whether they would slip back into his life when he least expected it. He had loved them, once. He liked to think they had loved him, too. But he was done clinging to the scraps.

“I’ll take care of it,” he repeated with a reassuring squeeze of Regulus’ shoulders and a kiss to the top of his head. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he made his way out of the locker room, lonely and cold until they were joined by others tumbling over each other. “I didn’t ask you to come with me.”

“Don’t even start,” Remus said dryly. James just scoffed.

“I don’t want you to come with me,” he tried again, though his courage surged at the sounds of their voices.

“Say bad things about captain, say bad things about team,” Kuny said. There was none of his jolly humor in his deep brown eyes when Sirius glanced back. “Wait to meet assholes for very long time.”

Two black-clad figures—mon dieu, the drama never stops with them—stood stark against the red and gold stands as the six of them entered the rink. His heart stuttered in spite of himself. They were arguing with a pair of security guards, but his mother stopped when she saw him. Her pale hand rested on his father’s arm, and then Sirius was bearing the full weight of their combined gazes for the first time in over a year.

He was seven, and got caught sneaking an extra glass of juice from the fridge.

He was freshly ten years old, and Andromeda had put her sparkly hair clips in his too-long bangs as a joke that his parents didn’t appreciate.

He was fifteen, and desperately keeping back tears while their silent disappointment filled the car in a choking cloud.

He was twenty-three, and Thanksgiving went from bad to worse and he knew he couldn’t hide that mark from Pascal.

He was twenty-seven, and he had five members of the best family he knew flanking him. Not fighting his battles, but supporting him.

A slender hand touched his lower back and he let out a slow breath. “We’ve got you,” Remus murmured.

Every step was steady as they crossed the ice; the shush of half a dozen pairs of skates soothed him. “Orion,” he said as they pulled to a stop. “Walburga.”

Her thin lips twitched. Of all the features they shared, he was grateful he had skipped that particular one; he’d rather not spend his life looking like his favorite hobby was sucking on lemons. “Sirius.”

Next to him, James’ breathing was tightly controlled. “Why are you here?” Sirius asked. Straight to the point. Give them nothing to bite at.

“We’ve come to take Regulus home.”

“He’s not here.”

“Liar,” his father snapped. Sirius clenched his jaw around a flinch. “He’s not as sneaky as he likes to think.”

Sirius kept his chin high. “You’re not allowed to see him.”

“Oh, petit, you sound like me,” his mother cooed.

He took a deep breath to calm the tide of snarling fury. “Get out.”

“No.”

One of the security guards stepped forward. “Mr. and Mrs. Black, nobody is allowed in the stands for another—”

“I wasn’t addressing you,” Walburga said icily, not breaking eye contact with Sirius as she held her palm up to the man. “Speak when you are spoken to.”

The poor man seemed baffled, and Sirius offered a slight shake of his head when he looked over. “Neither of you are welcome here and you know it. You made your feelings toward me perfectly clear earlier today. Rest assured I will not contact you.”

Manicured nails, sharp as claws and twice as deadly, curled around the boards as she leaned forward an inch. “We’re not here for you, mon regret.”

To his right, Leo’s breathing went shallow. “Get out of this rink,” he said, voice low like Sirius had never heard.

“I wasn’t speaking to—”

“Drop the attitude,” Remus interrupted. Sirius’ chest hitched with instinctive fear, but he stayed put. “You’re no better than anyone here, Walburga.”

Her steel grey eyes flickered over them before settling on Sirius again; he reveled in the faint pink flush of anger on her cheeks. “Control tes chatons et ta pute before they shame you further.”

“They’ve been more of a family to me than you ever were. Get out of here before you shame yourself.”

“You’re a failure and a disgrace.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“We’re not leaving without Regulus,” his father said. The warning in his tone reminded Sirius of an avalanche siren, inevitable and familiar, marking the moments before cold pain set in.

Sirius gripped the bench in front of him until his knuckles were white. “Over my dead body.”

Movement flashed in his periphery and he caught his father’s wrist half a foot from his face as five shouts cut off behind him. Adrenaline flashed to his heart like lightning—he had never stopped a hit before, just taken them and then moved on. Bones and joints flexed under his fingers and shadows covered his father’s brow. “You—”

“Lay a hand on me again and I swear to god this whole country will know what selfish, cruel, and disgraceful excuses for parents you are.” A shaky feeling spread all the way through Sirius’ abdomen. His father’s wrist felt surprisingly fragile in his loose hold. “I will drag your name through the mud and I will enjoy every second of it.”

“Is this how you repay us for everything we gave you?” his mother hissed through her pearl-perfect teeth. “Everything we did, we did to make you better.”

“And it was never good enough,” Sirius snapped. He knew his voice was louder than he had tried to keep it, but the fear was fading and the anger was dimming and he just wanted it to be over. He wanted to be done with the dance he had been forced into since he was too young to understand. “Nothing I did was ever good enough for you, and you made me think it was my fault for falling short of your bullshit expectations.”

“Watch your language when you address—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Soul-sucking silence fell over the room and Sirius felt his heart skip a beat before something like glee bubbled in his stomach at the sight of his mother’s abject shock. “For once in your life, shut the fuck up when I’m speaking to you. Are you listening to me now?”

He took their lack of response as a ‘yes’.

“I’m not your property,” he continued, releasing his father’s hand. “Regulus is not your property. You have no claim to either of us and I will be damned before I see you take his happiness away. I have a family. You have nothing. Get out.”

“You are an ungrateful child and always have been.” Walburga had returned to her lethal softness, but it didn’t scare him as much as it had when his life felt as if it was in free-fall. “You would rather throw your lot in with cheaters and thieves before returning to your family.”

“You threw away your chance at being my family the second you started treating me like a profit instead of your son.” Sirius swallowed hard as the words left a bittersweet taste on his tongue. “I didn’t ask them to come here with me, but they did it because they care about me. I am not a successful hockey player because of anything you did. I am successful because there are people in my life that love me without my skates and that is something you have never understood.”

Simpering disdain tilted his mother’s mouth, like it had when he said he wanted to be a firefighter at age five. “Nobody will remember you for anything but your name.”

A grin tugged at the corners of Sirius’ mouth until he stopped trying to hold it down, letting the sheer hilarity of that statement slip free for just a moment to watch the triumph on their stern faces wane. “And when people hear that name, they’re going to think of your queer, married son and his queer, college-educated brother and they won’t remember a damn thing about either of you. Now get out of my rink.”

“Don’t speak of debasing yourself—”

“I debase myself damn near every night—”

“You spit in the face of everything we—”

“You didn’t do—”

“Regulus was the only loyal—”

“Regulus is happier without your claws in him—”

“Do not interrupt me again!” his mother shrieked, grabbing him by the arms and yanking him close.

Three different hands grabbed his jersey to pull him back, but her nails couldn’t bite through the sleeves. Sirius smiled. “You are nothing without Regulus and I, and that’s your own fault.” He glanced toward the security guards, each of whom had one of her elbows. “Could you get them out of here, please? There’s a game tonight and I don’t think they have tickets.”

And Sirius watched as his parents were led out of Gryffindor Arena boiling with rage and utterly helpless, left with nothing but bluster to their name. A familiar weight fit against his side like a puzzle piece and he lifted his arm to rest over strong shoulders. “Proud of you,” Remus said with a light kiss to his wrist.

James cuddled under his other arm and Sirius held him tight as a sigh fogged up the bottom half of his glasses. “Can we still drag their names through the mud?”

“I could go for some mud-dragging,” Leo agreed.

Talker snorted. “Throw a little slander in there and it’s a party.”

Kuny’s hand was heavy as he ruffled Sirius’ hair with a light sniffle. “Strong man, captain,” he said, uncharacteristically quiet. “Good man.”

They headed back to the locker room together, all wobbling the second their skates came off the ice, yet unable to fall as their looped arms kept them steady. Sirius felt his bones beginning to shake from the dimming adrenaline. Regulus looked up from where Kasey was braiding his hair and smiled like the sun itself when he saw Sirius’ face.

Collapsing into Dumo’s hug felt like coming home.

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gingersnaaps · 4 years ago

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tetraphobia

maybe seijoh's revenge doesn't always have to be on the court. maybe seijoh's revenge can come in the form of fucking kageyama's sweet little girlfriend.

wc: 3.3k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, gangbang, mindbreak, victim blaming/guilt, forced infidelity, hints of sadism, anal, double penetration, deepthroat, cunnilingus, sorta overstim? idk this is very nasty, fem!reader with inner genitals, timeskip!characters

a/n: this is for @somecravings' gangbang collab! this work features the seijoh four.

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

“I wonder where Tobio-chan found himself such a cute girlfriend.”

The words freeze you in your tracks.

A tall, well-built, man leans against the wall of the hotel hallway, the cramped space making him loom large in front of you. You think he’s a stranger at first - but a closer look at the waves of his chestnut hair, his molten hazel eyes - and memories of the pictures Tobio had shown you flood back into your mind.

Oikawa Tooru, he’d told you. Teammates at Kitagawa Daiichi, and then rivals at Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. I took away his last chance to make it to nationals in high school. Now he’s on Argentina’s national team. Looked up to him a lot, but we had a… strained relationship.

His eyes flicker back to the faded yearbook photos, an unmistakable note of bitterness in his voice.

The very same Oikawa Tooru from his pictures stands in the hallway leading to your hotel room, arms crossed and eyes glittering with amusement.

Almost as if he’d been waiting there for you.

“He’s out celebrating his win, isn’t he?” he says, cocking his head to one side. “Along with the rest of his team.”

He steps closer, walking towards you until he’s mere feet away. You can see where the hem of his blue jersey peeks out from beneath his jacket, the white of his teeth glinting as he grins. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, and you suppress the sudden surge of discomfort that crawls beneath your skin.

Your eyes flit back and forth, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes,” he says, his hand reaching out to stroke gently along your cheek. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, sweetheart.”

Panic seizes you when his cold, calloused, fingertips brush lightly along your skin, your heart thudding as discomfort rips through your body. You don’t know what his intentions are, but his words scare you. There’s nothing genuine about his tone, nothing kind, and years of too-close encounters with men have left you wary and alert. His touch is invasive, contemptuous, mocking, and you jerk away from his hand in an attempt to backpedal-

Warm hands clamp down around your shoulders in an iron grip. Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve got nowhere to go, dread seeping into every vein in your body.

“I’m a little late. Sorry.”

The voice at your ear is a low rasp, his tone nonchalant, but you can hear the message that undercuts it as clear as day: you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t worry about it, Iwa,” Oikawa says, fingers curling around your chin, tilting your face up forcefully until you’re staring directly into his eyes. “You got here just in time to help me out. She looked like she was about to run away for a while there. Can you imagine?”

The man behind you - Iwaizumi Hajime, you recall - chuckles. “Wouldn’t get very far.”

Your blood runs cold at the implication of his words. Your stomach churns, an awful, nauseous feeling that makes you feel sick, shoulders tensing as you struggle against Iwaizumi’s hold.

“Hey,” he warns quietly. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

His words almost make you want to laugh; he says them like he’s trying to help you, like he genuinely cares about your well-being. You remember the late-night talks you and Kageyama would have, the ones where he’d describe his days spent in middle school, secluded and walled off from the other players on his team. There was always one name he spoke with a particular reverence: Iwaizumi Hajime. Tough. Strong. Kind. A good man, he’d emphasized. I’m glad he was there during those years.

Well, this certainly was a reality check, wasn't it?

He removes his hands from your shoulders and wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side, as if a reminder of you how powerless you are in this position. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s go.”

“It’d be rude to keep Makki and Mattsun waiting any longer."

Oikawa slides his fingers into yours until the two of you are holding hands, humming happily as Iwaizumi escorts you down the hall towards your own hotel room. It takes every last ounce of self-control to stop yourself from crying and screaming on the spot, to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over, to save yourself the embarrassment of breaking down pathetically as these people - these assholes - watch.

You get the feeling that they’re not going to leave you alone out of pity.

They escort you to your hotel room, passing by rows and rows of rooms that blur as your vision tunnels. Their presence is suffocating; Oikawa’s fingers brush against your wrist, rubbing tender circles into your skin, and you can feel Iwaizumi's warm breath on the crown of your head.

Oikawa grabs the key card from your purse, sliding it into the scanner, and pushes the door open when it lights up green.

Your heart stills with fear as they drag you inside, flicking the light switch open until the room glows softly.

There’s two more people sitting in the bed.

A tall, lanky man waves in acknowledgement, nudging his companion in the side as his eyes flicker appraisingly over you.

The other man looks up, tossing his phone aside, blowing aside a stray strand of strawberry-pink hair.

“Hmm. I hate to say this, but Oikawa was right,” he says, a wry grin on his face. “What a pretty girl.”

You feel so vulnerable with four pairs of eyes roaming over every inch of your body, your mind running rampant with fear and anticipation as they admire and scrutinize. And you’d be right to be scared, because there’s so much they can’t wait to do, so much of you they’ve been dying to explore, so many of their little fantasies that they’ve been waiting for the right girl to help them act out.

You’ll help them out, won’t you?

Without warning, there’s a pair of hands on your waist insistently pushing you downwards, applying steady pressure until your legs collapse and you’re forced to your knees.

“So impatient, Iwa.” Oikawa clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You won’t even let her get settled in?”

There‘s a huff of annoyance above you. “The more you talk, the less I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Alright, alright.”

Oikawa slides a hand onto the back of your neck, the other moving to grip your hair. His touch is gentle, fingers stroking along your pulse point, but you know it won’t last if you misbehave. You have no illusions about the kind of person he is, not when his hands maneuver your mouth and throat into nothing more than a warm fleshlight for his friend.

Iwaizumi palms himself in front of your face, hands skimming over the bulge in his jeans as he groans in pleasure, and pulls out his half hard cock, veins throbbing and flushed with arousal. Cupping your face in his hand, he fits the tip to your soft lips and tilts your chin upwards to meet his piercing, lust-filled eyes, his gaze swirling with want.

“Open up for me like a good girl, okay?” he growls.

You can’t help the way your cunt pulses at his tone, an intoxicating rush of fear and desire that leaves your mind hazy and mouth dropping open. He doesn’t waste the opportunity, pushing his cock into your warm, wet, mouth, a moan falling from his lips as he thrusts his hips forwards. You retch at the intrusion, instinctively jerking your head backwards, but Oikawa’s grip on your neck tightens as he holds you in place. He crouches down, lips finding your ear as Iwaizumi starts sliding in and out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “If you take it like you’re supposed to, he won’t last too long.”

At those words, his hands push your head forward, impaling your throat on his cock, holding you down as you choke and drool and retch. Your eyes redden as silvery tears drip through your lashes, panic rising, vision turning to static, the pain in your lungs growing unbearable as Oikawa’s smile turns razor sharp. “Atta girl,” he encourages softly, his thumb wiping away one of the tears running down your cheek. “I think he’s gonna cum soon if you keep this up.”

If you keep this up. As if you have a choice.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts grow more erratic, fucking you rougher and faster as he slams in and out of your throat. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Got such a - such a perfect little mouth, taking me so well,” he says, breath catching.

Just like Oikawa had predicted, he doesn’t last much longer after that, hips stuttering when he spills down your waiting throat. He tastes warm and slightly salty, the last few drops of his cum dripping down your chin as he presses a thumb to your lips and wipes away the drool collecting at the corner.

There’s a horrible, sinking, feeling settling inside you as he grabs the collar of your shirt and hoists you up with him onto the bed, your limbs going limp as you let him press an open-mouthed kiss to your trembling lips, his tongue slipping inside of your slack mouth.

You feel used.

Up close to Iwaizumi, you can see the flush of arousal coloring his bronzed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, all the physical evidence of just how good you made him feel, and your stomach churns.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel fingers softly stroking at your clit, light, teasing strokes back and forth that leave you whimpering. A twinge of arousal pulses in your cunt as you hear words murmured against your inner thigh.

“Didn’t even try to fight back, did you?” There’s a gentle laugh from the pink-haired man beneath you, soft and terrifying, and the light brushes turn into more insistent circles. “It’s almost like you wanted it.”

Iwaizumi’s tongue curls deeper into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I had no idea you’d turn out to be such a slut,” he hums, mouth latching onto your thigh. “Although I’m really not complaining.”

“C’mon, Makki, don’t be so mean to her,” Iwaizumi chuckles, his teeth scraping roughly against your lips.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

The fingers circling your pussy creep upwards, grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down against the mattress. “Keep those legs spread nice and open for me, okay?” Makki says, voice sweet and cloying.

When the flat of his tongue brushes against your clit, his breath huffing warm on your folds, your thighs twitch involuntarily. It’s as if he’s made it his mission to eat you out as slow and light as possible, his kitten-licks and teasing strokes sliding along your folds and circling around your sweet spots without ever truly giving you the satisfaction that your cunt craves.

And he can tell you’re starting to break.

As Iwaizumi’s mouth moves down to suck at your neck, lips brushing along the erratic heartbeat of your pulse point, your hips jerk upwards against Makki’s waiting mouth as a moan slips out from between your lips.

He sucks at your aching clit, the steady, constant pressure making you writhe in his grasp. “Cute little cunt wants more, doesn’t i?” he coos.

You don’t dare say a word, face flushed with embarrassment as you bite your inner cheek in embarrassment. Makki’s right.

He’s right, and you hate that he’s right, hate how good he’s making you feel with every long, languid, lick, with every brush of his lips that leaves your walls throbbing in search of more.

A hand picks up your limp wrist, guiding your fingers until they wrap around something warm and hard, something incredibly thick and so, so, long -

You freeze as you realize it’s a cock.

“Mattsun’s blessed, isn’t he?” Makki laughs from between your thighs. “Maybe now you’ll understand that I’m really trying to do you a favor. We want these sheets stained with cum, not blood.”

You swallow nervously. That monster cock, so big you can barely fit your hand around it, is going inside you.

You’re paralyzed with dread, not even bothering to fight back as he maneuvers your palm up and down along his length, wrapping his much larger hand around yours as he uses your fist to help jerk him off.

All the revulsion in the world can’t stop the slow, mounting, wave of pressure building inside your core, growing stronger as Makki sucks with more force against your clit. Crooked fingers push inside your slick, needy, hole, his nimble digits searching and prodding, the pads of his fingertips rubbing insistently at your g-spot.

“See?” he murmurs. “‘m making you feel so good. You’re gonna be nice and ready when I’m done with you.”

You want to scream. You feel like a whore for enjoying anything at all; bile and guilt rising in your throat as white-hot arousal throbs in your cunt.

You’re strung out along the edge when you feel another mouth descending on your body, a tongue flicking out to tease at your nipple. You see a flash of chestnut brown hair as Oikawa looks up at you, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth, almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows where your limits are and how to push right past them.

It’s too much for you to handle, too much for you to take. Three mouths ravage your body, tongues flicking out to lick at your neck and suck at your nipples and drag along your clit, silky and sensual against your soft skin, all while your slack hand pumps steadily along the shaft of a huge cock.

When an orgasm rips through your body, it’s like something stolen, something taken from you, and as your hips buck and thrash wildly, an emptiness settles in your stomach after you’re all fucked out from their ministrations.

What’s wrong with you?

At this point, you don’t feel like much more than a sex doll for the four men, all spread out and useless as you lay your head in Iwaizumi’s lap. He strokes gently at your hair, brushing a stray strand out of your face.

You barely even react as Mattsun manhandles you up, large hands positioning your hips until the head of his fully hard cock sits at your entrance, sliding just the tip into your loosened, clenching, hole.

“Ready?” he asks, his half-lidded eyes glinting with amusement.

He doesn’t really care about your answer.

“One… two… three.”

He forces you down on his cock, pushing your hips further and further down as you squirm and struggle and moan from the stretch. Your mind goes foggy as you feel the drag of his cock against the front of your walls, burying itself so deep in your cunt you can almost feel it in your stomach.

Mattsun likes it when his dick makes girls feel good, of course, when he fucks them better than their boyfriends, when he makes them cream and gush after barely moving.

He likes it better when he makes girls go stupid.

As he looks down at you, a warm rush of arousal twists in his gut. Your eyelids flutter in pleasure, mouth open and panting, small hands fisting at his shirt as you moan softly. It’s just too big for you to take, isn’t it? You can't handle being used like a pretty fuckdoll, or eaten out until you cream, or to be impaled on a cock so nice and big you can barely think straight. A string of drool falls from the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t bother cleaning it up. You look better ruined, he thinks.

You’re dragged out of your fucked-out daze when a voice crawls into your ear, taunting and cruel, and a warm dick presses and slides along your ass.

“Bet Kageyama’s never tried this before,” Oikawa says.

A spurt of terror grips you as you hear the thinly-veiled anticipation in his voice, his fingers trembling with excitement as they grope at your ass.

He holds back a laugh at the way you freeze, shuddering in a mixture of fear and pleasure as Mattsun rolls his hips up and thrusts his cock even deeper. He knows he guessed right, judging from your cute little reaction, a high-pitched, pathetic whimper dropping from your lips as brushes his cock against your hole.

He hopes it hurts.

When he presses in, it’s a slow, aching, stretch that leaves you feeling raw and split wide open. Unlike the dull pain from Mattsun’s cock, this one is a searing, brutal, torment, a stinging intrusion in your tight hole that forces a choked gasp from your lungs.

“Wish your boyfriend could see us right now,” he breathes, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. “Feels so good squeezing my cock, so fucking nice and tight.”

Tobio.

Panic races along your veins. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts bouncing slightly as your breaths come shallow and rapid.

“I can’t imagine how he’d feel - seeing his perfect little angel getting stuffed so full in both her precious holes.”

The tightness in your chest bursts as tears stream down your face, cries and moans coming out thick and stuffy as you sob. You know he’s right. It didn’t matter that it was forced, that you said you didn’t want it - you already came once, didn’t you? And judging by the tense pleasure pulsing at your clit, you were due for another sooner or later.

Oikawa laughs. “It’d be awful if he came back right now, wouldn’t it? Just in time to watch his precious little girlfriend getting raped by his former senpai.”

Mattsun snickers, bring a hand up to swipe at your clit. “Look,” he says softly, tilting your head until you lock eyes with Makki.

He’s fisting his cock rapidly, a hungry, predatory, expression on his face, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he lets out a pleasured groan.

It’s better than almost any of his gross little fantasies. He’s not sure his favorite porn videos will ever be able to compare to the sight of you being fucked stupid and split in two by his friends, two cocks sliding in and out of your tired holes as you cry.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the first waves of the orgasm begin to roll over you. Mattsun’s deft, long, fingers toy with your clit, stroking you insistently through the wild jerking of your hips as he feels your walls fluttering and creaming around the base of his dick. The pleasure is intense, unbearable, almost impossible to hold back, even as disgust crawls beneath your skin at the feeling of being stretched wide open.

Maybe they were right.

All those times you’d thought about what you’d do if this happened, every single night when you’d lie awake and tell yourself, i’ll fight back. i’ll resist. i’ll make them regret ever forcing me -

They were all lies.

Oikawa feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he watches the turmoil in your expression. He can tell by the slump of your shoulders, the bitterness in your gaze, the way you turn over to your side and curl up into a fetal position - they broke you, turned you into a mindless, slutty, fuckdoll, showed you who you really were.

Kageyama can have you back now. He’ll come into this hotel room, horrified at the sight of you passed out and naked, and call the police. Maybe he’ll help wash you up, bring you a cup of tea as you sob and insist that it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he’ll even believe you, despite the way you’ve stained the sheets.

But things won’t ever really be the same for you.

They made sure of it.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years ago

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Perfect Imperfections.

Jeon Jungkook x OC

Genre : Arranged Marriage AU! Angst! Explicit Sexual Content.

Rating : 21+

Warnings : Ableism , Chronic disability. OC has limited use of her left leg, Emotional infidelity? Mild Cheating ( nothing very physical.. a kiss or so )

Summary : Marrying Jungkook is a mistake. Falling in love with him? Definitely the worst exercise in masochism .

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[ This is nothing but me indulging my love for writing bad cliches. That is it. Its literally a fest of cliche k drama tropes]

Chapter 1

After the accident, my life had become something of a stagnant pond.

Everyday began much the same.

The alarm, mild but not jarring. Not very shrill but definitely insistent, sweeping away any lingering traces of sleep. I blinked awake, cobwebs of exhaustion still marring my vision but a few deep breaths, a few more blinks and I was awake .

And now came the harder part.

Getting my legs to work.

It never got better, despite the many years that I’d spent in physiotherapy. All it really did was stop it from getting worse. Or maybe I’d just gotten used to the pain at this point.

Deep breaths helped. Sometimes.

But not today.

“Mrs Jeon?” The familiar voice made me jump a little.

“Sana...” I said, relieved. “ Could you come over? Seems like I’m going to need some help today.” I laughed nervously, gripping the sheets harder.” Could you help me sit up?”

The girl moved closer, feet nimble and quick and sure and i felt my throat clench in envy. I swallowed it down though, just the way I swallowed every bad thing that came my way.

It had been eight years ago.

A fall from a fifty feet ravine. Cuts and scrapes all over my body, abrasions all over my torso. And legs that had absolutely shattered on impact. Multiple fractures. Motor Nerve Damage on my left leg.

The skin stitched together. The bones grew back.

But the nerve damage stayed.

I wasn’t completely helpless. I could walk with the brace. Slowly and with a mildly awkward gait but I could walk. Even better if I was using crutches.

But it wasn’t something I could hide.

People looked at me and that was the first thing that they noticed.

The girl who couldn’t walk.

I sat still, gripping the edge of the bed as Sana carefully grabbed the brace and helped me put it on. I watched as she carefully set the loops in place, fixed the velcro and finally helped set my toes in place.

“Thank you.” i whispered and she nodded.

“Mr. Jeon left early. He said that he won’t be home tonight.”

I smiled a little.

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to be caught between us. It must make you feel uncomfortable.” I said .

She looked surprised but quickly ducked her head

“No, Mrs. Jeon.”

I sighed.

“You may leave. I’ll come down soon.” I said quietly.

How handsome he looked, in that beautiful dark suit. How strong and handsome and ...whole.

Right next to a framed article about us from a magazine.

Jungkook ran marathons and trained as a boxer. He worked as the managing director at a steel manufacturing unit . Spent his days overseeing workers in the smelting units, and everyone knew that it wasn’t uncommon to see the Jeon heir, shirtless and sweaty and covered in dirt and getting down and dirty with all the other workers as the ore got delivered.

Someone like that... Someone that perfect.... Deserved a woman who would be an equal. Beautiful and graceful and perfect. And he had had her. My sister. For three years, I’d watched my sister and Jungkook be the perfect couple . Deeply in love and so happy.

I watched her leave, gently closing the door behind her, before shifting my gaze to the large portrait on the opposite side of the wall. It was a picture of my husband and I taken on the day we got betrothed.

What they hadn’t counted on was how greedy our parents could be.

Jungkook was the younger son. And his father had long written him off as unreliable. He was wild and headstrong. Had his own ideals and morals. Wouldn’t really bend to his father’s will. So his brother was the one who would be set to inherit the company.

And my father , with his billion dollar empire wasn’t going to give away his precious daughter and all of her inheritance to a paltry second son.

Jungkook’s brother had married my sister. And Jungkook had been forced to marry me. A comedy of errors , except it wasn’t really funny and no one was laughing.

I swallowed. That was seven months ago. The first few weeks had gone in stony silence and hushed whispers. I knew he was talking to my sister. Knew she was sobbing in despair on the other end. My sister and I had never gotten along. And now, she had a genuine reason to despise me.

Three months into marriage he had a small accident at the Manufacturing Unit.A small fall, not that far. Ten feet or so, but he’d crashed into a steel structure on his way down. He had a dislocated shoulder and some flesh wounds. Not that bad.

But my entire body had gone ice cold at the news, when i first heard it.

It was a brutal sort of realization.

That perhaps I wasn’t as indifferent to him as he was to me. Six weeks, with him had changed things. He didn’t talk much, other than the bare minimum but I didn’t hold it against him. I helped him anyway I could. Typed out emails for him. Helped him eat and change.

Hands brushing and time spent together meant tension. And a shift in the way he looked at me, sometimes. I noticed, wasn’t sure if I could act on it. But he was still my husband. And I didn’t really want to spend the rest of my life celibate.

So, even though it was so unlike me... I’d made the first move. Linked my fingers with his. Brushed my lips across his. A gesture that meant a hundred things. A touch that invited more. And he must’ve wanted it, at least physically. Because he indulged me. Gave me a glimpse of heaven on his bed.

And yet, six weeks of being as close as two humans could be didn’t change much.

We were strangers who slept together. Who appeared in public together. Who did everything our family expected of us. And I wasn’t sure how to bridge that awkward gap between us. Jungkook was a fiercely physical person. His free time was spent in the gym , or cycling or hiking.

I couldn’t walk across the room without having to grip the walls for support every few minutes.

Could anyone blame him for being bitter? For being distant? For not knowing what to do with me?

And in all this time , I’d only learnt a handful of things about my husband. How he felt on top of me. How he sounded when he came, how he looked eyebrows furrowed as he talked into his phone and of course, how little he cared about me.

Yes, we would have sex. Yes, he bought me a couple of gifts when he was overseas. But otherwise his heart belonged to my sister. It wasn’t something he hid.

As the days passed, I realized that it was time to keep myself safe. That I couldn’t show him all of me anymore. He was careful with me, guarded and secretive because he was smart. He didn’t want me to know anything about him.

There was a reason. There had to be.

So the best thing to do would be to do the same. Build that distance between us. This was going to crash and burn someday and I had to

And the past few weeks, he’d been busy with more deals. Some kind of MoU with some supplier had gone south and they were looking for different suppliers. Jungkook was busy. I hadn’t seen him in ten days.

And now apparently he had come home and left without so much as seeing me.

Sighing, I moved to the garden, walking slowly to the marble bench set under the large sweetgum tree. I settled down , sighing. I ran a palm over my belly, soft and hesitant.

I was two and half months along. It didn’t show...thanks to the oversized clothes I wore. But it wasn’t the kind of thing you could hide forever. I wasn’t sure why I started hiding it in the first place. It was just that.... I knew that no one would be happy for me. My family would be ecstatic but for the wrong reasons.

I could already imagine .

Finally. Now he can’t leave you.

I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of it. At the thought of someone talking about my baby like some sort of handcuff to lock Jungkook in.

I would have to tell him. Of course. But I didn’t know when or how . I didn’t want to hide it from him. There was no point. But ... I wasn’t quite sure i wanted to see that look of helpless disappointment in his face.

The sound of his car drew me out of my reverie and I startled, glancing over at the wide driveway. I glanced at the time . It was a little past eleven in the morning. What was he doing here?

“Leah! Get inside!” Jungkook’s voice rang out and I jumped.

“Jungkook?” I stared as he all but jumped out of the car rushing to me.

“Come on.. get up.”

“What’s going on..?” I asked, heart pounding as he gripped my elbow, drawing me into his arms.

“Dad fucked up. Got mixed with some shady bastards and apparently, they’ve put a hit out on me and hyung.”

My heart dropped.

“What?!!” I choked out, stunned. “ Jungkook...” My fingers curled over his chest, clutching the

“Don’t worry... we know who it is and we have guys of our own. They’ll take care of it. No one comes for a Jeon and lives to tell the tale. I just wanted to make sure you stayed in. Don’t go anywhere. there are guards all over the place. but i want you to stay home. Okay? Just till this blows over?”

I flinched, legs aching fierce as he led me up the stairs and he stared at me, eyes dripping with worry. The look was so foreign....so unlike the indifference I was used to that I could only stare.

“Are you alright?” He asked urgently and I nodded quickly, hands curving over my stomach instinctively.

“You’ll stay here right? With me...?” I asked softly and Jungkook hesitated.

“I... I need to go check on Lisa.” He said stiltedly and I froze at my sister’s name.

“She’s with her husband, right?” I asked sharply, anger building out of pure fear. “ Why do you-”

“Don’t question me. Go in. Now.” He said quickly and I frowned.

“You don’t have to go there. She has a husband of her own.” I said quietly, voice shaking.

“I have to. I... I have to just go make sure she’s alright.” He snapped angrily and I curled my fingers into fists.

Apparently, even when there was a very real threat to our lives, he would rather risk my life and his than let go of his obsession for my sister. i wanted to vomit. My skin felt clammy and my heart raced. I imagined him doing this when we had a kid....risking our child because he can’t stop thinking of her.... And he would do it..... Of course he would.

“Then go.” i snapped, tears filling my eyes . I yanked my arm out of his, stumbling a bit.

Jungkook looked shocked.

“Leah...” He reached for me but I pulled back and away.

“Go to her and don’t you dare come back here.” I screamed. Jungkook stiffened.

“Leah... enough.”

“You’re right. I’ve had enough . Of your dirty pining. Of you. She’s married for god’s sake. To your brother. They’re together. Its over and done with. Why can’t you just accept it and move on?!!” I choked out. My chest hurt.

“You knew I loved her when you married me.” He snapped back and I laughed in disbelief.

“Yes. And you knew I’d break someday. That I’d someday have enough of you treating me like I was disposable. Isn’t that why you kept at it for so long? You wanted me to be the one break things off right? So you could get out of your father’s anger...unscathed. Well, guess what. You got your wish.... I’m done!! “

He didn’t reply.

“Go inside. I have to go.” He said softly.

I watched as he turned on his heel and stalked back down the driveway.

Was it supposed to hurt this bad? My heart felt a bit like it was cleaving in two. Had I really just told him I had enough? What did that mean? Was I going to leave him? I felt my head spin , worry and fear laced with disbelief.

Someone was out to kill him? How could he be so flippant about it?

I shook my head. The Jeon’s were a weird bunch. Although they were one of the richest families in our society, they lacked any of the charming social graces that came with it. For years, everyone had kept them at arm’s length because while all other families had aristocratic roots and beginnings, the Jeon’s came from a background of mining iron ore and making steel : a rugged and dirty business.

The only reason my father had agreed to

And was I really going to leave him? where did I even begin? I couldn’t leave. I had no home to go to. My parents would take one look at me and send me back to Jungkook. I felt like a prize fool. I was stuck here. For eternity. That was all there was to it.

A decade ago, I’d had a future. But that evening on that mountain trail had changed my life forever. I was , for all intents and purposes disabled. I couldn’t just walk out of here and build a life for myself. I wouldn’t last a day.

I dragged myself to the living space, stopping when i saw how deserted the place looked.

There were usually people bustling about. Especially so close to lunch.

“Sana!!!” I called out, only to be met with the echoing silence of my own voice. And then a few seconds later she appeared ,

“Mrs. Jeon.... Is Mr. Jeon here?”

“He just left... Is everything okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Where is everyone? Are all of you busy?” I asked nervously.

She bowed. “ Yes, ma’am.... The rest of us are cleaning out the pantry and Cook’s in the kitchen. Seul and Leejin are out in the backyard cleaning the statues near the koi pond. Mr. Jeon’s asked all the footmen and guards to stay around the perimeter. Will you need anything else?

“No... I’ll just rest till lunch.” I said gently, waving her off.

She left.

The eerie silence that followed told me there was nothing to do but embrace the loneliness and I hesitated, moving slowly to the window and peering out. I couldn’t see any of the guards either.

My fingers shook a little as I moved slowly to the entryway that led into the dining space. It was dark in here, the light from outside only illuminating the west wall which had large windows set in. I moved to the windows and stared out into the Jeon estate.

Although Jungkook was the younger brother, he had been taxed with maintaining and caring for the family estate. Not because his father trusted him but because the old man knew just how much Jungkook hated the place.

I played with my wedding ring as i remembered the countless times I’d watched the two of them fight, Jungkook coldly still while his father hurled abuses at him. Jeon Jaesook considered his son to be incompetent and disobedient, which made little to no sense to me.

As far as i knew Jungkook had helped increase production and had cut down operating costs significantly over the seven years that he’d been working as the managing Director at Jeon Steelworks.

But it was obvious the old man favored Jihyun, Jungkook’s older brother. Jihyun worked in the air conditioned offices located in Gangnam, the CEO taking care of all their sales and marketing while Jungkook , who had an actual degree in Business spent his days slaving away at the smelting Units, a job that was physically and mentally exhausting.

And while it always made my stomach twist, this unfair treatment he got subjected to, there wasn’t much i could do. My father had made it clear that he wouldn’t agree to the investment, unless both his daughters married the Jeon brothers. And Jungkook’s father had made it clear that if Jungkook didn’t agree , he would be out on the streets without a penny to his name.

My leg began aching and I turned back around ready to go settle into my workroom where I usually worked on my writing when I heard his footsteps. I glanced up, frowning.

Jungkook stood in the doorway staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

I stared at him for a few seconds, waiting for him to say something.

When he didn’t, I sighed.

“Did you think I was going to leave?” I asked bitterly.

He sighed.

“I’m not going to cheat on you. “

I nodded.

“I suppose you want me to thank you for that?” I shook my head. “ You don’t have to keep your worthless vows. Go sleep with her. Why would it make a difference to me?”

He exhaled sharply.

“I thought you understood.” He said sharply.

“I did. I do.” I said curtly “ I understand that my parents screwed the two of you over. I understand that you had to do something you absolutely did not want to. But there’s something you need to understand too. Just because I’ve accepted this, it doesn’t mean I enjoy it. It doesn’t mean I have to be happy about my husband being in love with another woman, much less my own sister.”

Jungkook nodded.

“Right. Got it. “ He said curtly and I flinched when another muscle twitch told me I’d been standing for too long.

“I’m going to go lay down.”

“Do you need me to get you a heating pad? For the leg? Or send one of the girls to massage your legs?” He asked softly, stepping closer and lightly gripping my elbow when my knees buckled.

I didn’t have much choice than to grip his forearm, because the pain was intensifying from pins and needles to proper muscle spasms. Sweat began to bead on my upper lip and i felt just a little faint.

“Yes. “ I said , feeling pathetic. I should have used the crutches. It had been a bad day even when I woke up. I should have sensed it and taken the proper measures.

“Leah... Should I run a warm bath for you? “ Jungkook's lips brushed my ear when he leaned to hold my weight up and i stiffened.

“That won’t be necessary. I just need help back up to the bed, thank you.” I said shortly. He looked uncertain and shook his head.

“ okay, but I’ll get Sana to run you a warm bath and make you some willowbark Tea.” He said quietly, and when I stumbled a bit on the first step he swore.

“This isn’t going to work.... Come here.” He said gruffly and before I could protest he bent low, gripping the back of my knees and pulling me up into his arms.

i swallowed, head spinning as I cradled the curve of my lower belly.

Tell him... Tell him... Tell him...

I felt my head throb as I kept my arms wrapped tight around his shoulders.

“I’m pregnant .” i blurted out.

Jungkook stumbled , nearly sending the both of us tumbling down the flight of stairs and i clung to him in terror. Okay, maybe the timing could have been better.

“What?” He looked ashen. Like he’d seen an actual ghost.

“Just thought you should know.” I muttered under my breath.

We reached the landing and he didn’t say anything, looking away from me, his jaw taut and lips set in a thin line. I felt my throat go sandpaper dry. He waited till we were safely in the confines of our bedroom, placing me down on the bed gently and moving to close the door and lock it.

I stared up at the ceiling, refusing to look at his face.

“ Leah-”

“Its fine. You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t know till a week ago myself.”

Silence.

“Have you told your parents?”

I exhaled sharply.

“No.”

“Mine?”

“No...”

“Then would you consider.... “ He trailed off and i finally stared at him.

“No.” I said softly.

He sighed.

“Alright. Should I book an appointment with Dr. Lee?”

I laughed.

“How very practical of you..” i said.

“What else do you expect from me..”

“Not even an ounce of support, that’s for sure.” I snapped and he growled.

“You want me to lie? Fine.. I’m happy!! So fucking happy that we’re bringing an innocent kid into our fucked up family. ” He shouted.

This was why I didn’t want to tell him, I thought bitterly.

“You’re the only one who’s fucked up, Jungkook. I’m perfectly fine with myself and my choices. I can give my baby all the stability they might ever need.”

“ That’s not hat I'm talking about. do you know what its like to grow up with parents who can’t stand each other?” Jungkook shouted.

I gaped at him. Can’t stand each other? Is that how he saw us?

“As long as you don’t walk out on us, we’ll be fine.” I muttered despondently.

“ Don’t worry about that. I’m not going to run away from my responsibilities. ” He said quietly.

I finally turned to look at him, placing both my hands on my stomach.

“Do you want me to leave you?” I asked honestly.” Have you ever thought about it?”

He didn’t say anything.

“So you have.” I smiled sadly. It wasn’t surprising but it did hurt.

“Of course I have. You’re Lisa’s sister and Lisa is my... “ He paused, shaking his head, “ But, I know you can’t. I don’t expect you to either.” He said gruffly, grabbing the intercom.

I watched as he called the housekeeper, firing off instruction for Sana and then to the cook to send some tea for me. He hung up and turned to me again.

“Lisa and I are going to go to Japan for a week. She has a conference there and I’m going to scout for locations just in case we open up a distribution office there.”

I turned away.

“ You don’t have to tell me all that. You didn’t before, i don’t want you to start now.” I said firmly.

He didn’t reply and i turned back to stare at the ceiling.

Jungkook hovered for a few seconds before moving closer to the bed and grabbing the comforter and a couple of pillows. I felt a lump in my throat as he carefully picked my leg up, placing the pillows underneath. i was almost numb from the thigh down.

i closed my eyes as he carefully pulled the comforter over my waist, folding it over my chest.

“Rest well.” He said quietly before walking away. i heard the door opening and then closing.

i waited till I heard his footsteps fades away before opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling.

I should probably put some paintings up there, I thought.

Author’s Note : This entire fic can be summed up as me not having any self control.

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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 2 years ago

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Reason ~ ch. 4

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackermann

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

Devon was lying in bed. Her eyes strayed to the clock every so often. Just when the clock struck 11:15 pm she nearly shot out of her bed.

She glanced over to Corinna-her roommate-who was sleeping soundly. She was sure of this because-unfortunately-Corinna snored.

She slowly stepped out of bed and slipped into her sneakers. She froze when Corinna turned over in her sleep but then continued when she resumed snoring. Once she made it out of the room she sighed in relief.

The barracks were very quiet during this time of day. There were usually a few Garrison Officers walking around on night guard duty but they were rarely ever an issue. But some nights there were more officers around than usual because of a late night meeting-those nights she was extra careful.

She shivered-her sleeping attire wasn’t exactly made for fall weather but it would have to do.

She glanced over the railing to see where the night duty officer was typically stationed-and there he was, perched on a stool. He looked like he was about to doze off himself.

She grinned before freezing when she heard footsteps approach down the hall. She quickly hid around the corner.

She leaned closer when she realized the sound of footsteps had suddenly stopped. She waited a beat before daring a glance down the hall. She frowned when she saw no one was there.

But I know what I heard…

Just as she pulled back from her stolen glance, Captain Levi stood right in front of her. His hand went over her mouth as she gasped.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Why is your hand over my mouth?”

He dropped his hand, “I thought you might scream when you saw me.”

“You're scary but not that scary.” she said-hastily. She was so nervous that she was saying whatever came to mind.

His eyes widened for a moment before a glint of humor entered his gaze. But it disappeared as quickly as it come when he repeated-rather sternly,

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie.”

She pursed her lips.

“If you lie then I’m just going to assume the worst.”

“The worst?” she questioned.

He paused-she could see him contemplating what she might consider the ‘worst’ situation to be.

“You were on your way to see a boy. I’m sure Shadis would love to hear that-“

She blushed deeply “No.” She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with one of her instructors.

“Then talk.”

She sighed, “I was just going to go to the dining hall to get food.”

“Didn’t you have dinner already?”

“Yes but–I’m not full.”

He stared at her-blankly-before repeating, “You're not full.”

She squeezed her eyes shut-knowing how stupid it sounded. God, I’m so screwed.

He suddenly grabbed her arm and pushed her forward. “Go on then.”

She stared at him in confusion, “What?”

“I’ll supervise.”

She blinked in shock before stiffly making her way to the dining hall. Her thoughts running a mile per minute.

Was he really letting me do this? I should’ve offered to go back to my dorm. Fuck-how’d I let this happen? I never get caught.

The night duty guards had never caught her and yet somehow Captain Levi had.

They quietly snuck to the other side of the barracks where the dining hall was. The front doors were locked but she knew that the back door that led to the kitchen wasn’t. She walked inside and Levi followed behind.

They entered the kitchen and she saw him look around curiously. It might’ve been small but it was organized and had everything one needed to cook a proper meal.

She felt weird being watched but did her best to ignore him as she made her way to the freezer/storage room. She took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and straightened it in her hands. She grabbed the ingredients listed before re-entering the kitchen.

Levi appeared to be completely distracted sharpening one of his personal knives with a knife sharpener he must’ve found lying around.

Not creepy at all.

She turned her back to him when she began placing all the ingredients on the counter.

She removed a paper towel from her back pocket and opened it up. Inside were bell peppers, cilantro and mushrooms. She’d managed to store them in a cool spot in her room so they didn’t get soiled.

She nearly flinched when Levi’s voice came right above her shoulder. The ends of his hair tickled her temple.

“Where’d you get this?” his hand reached around her to hold one of the bell peppers.

“I got it from the woods—during training.”

Unfortunately for the cadets the only food that they were provided with was rice, beans and bread. If they got lucky, maybe they were sent over some vegetables but it was a rarity. The nationwide food shortage since the Fall of Wall Maria was affecting everyone.

“Hmm.” He set the bell pepper down and then wandered elsewhere. She released a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding—something about him standing so close made her feel disheveled.

She shook it off before grabbing her rumpled up recipe and placed it on the counter. She began to look at it every so often while following each direction step by step.

It took a while but finally it was done. She used their typical lunch tray as a plate and set the meal down on a table in the dining hall.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t eat in peace until everything was cleaned up so she went back to the kitchen to put everything away. When she returned, Levi was sitting right across her food and appeared to be chewing with a quizzical expression on his face.

When he caught sight of her, he demanded. “What is this?”

“Umm..” she slipped her hand into her pocket to pull out the crumpled recipe once more. She smoothed out the top of the paper with her thumb.

She read it outloud while sitting down across from him, “Stuffed bell peppers.”

He snatched the paper from her hand and began to read it diligently. His brows became more and more furrowed as he read.

She glanced down at the tray to see two out of the four stuffed peppers were gone. Any worry about the food tasting bad suddenly dissipated and instead a laugh slipped out of her mouth.

Her laugh stopped short when he suddenly asked, “Where’s this from?”

“A cookbook.” she said right before biting into a stuffed pepper.

Fuck yes.

It turned out absolutely delicious. She would’ve loved to become a professional chef in another life.

“And where’s the cookbook?”

Why’d he have to ask that?

She mumbled a response before taking a bite of food.

“Hm?” he leaned forward.

She mumbled another food-ridden response.

“What?” he snapped.

She reached for the tray again to take another hasty bite of food but he pulled the tray away.

“I asked you something.”

Why’s he being so adamant about this?

She stared at him for a moment—battling her inner thoughts. Everything in her wanted to lie but something about his demanding yet inquisitive demeanor made her feel like he’d see right through her.

“In a… bookstore.” she said slowly.

He raised a brow, holding up the crumpled paper. “You stole this?”

She averted her gaze.

He pushed the tray back towards her, “Never would’ve guessed,”

Was she imagining it or did he sound impressed? She looked over at him and-to her surprise-he seemed genuine.

“A thief and a good cook. Wonder what Chief Shadis would think.” he muttered.

She stiffened, “You're not going to tell him, are you?”

“You going to give me that last stuffed pepper if I don’t?”

She contemplated it for a moment.

“Deal.”

He folded his arms—motioning with his chin towards her unfinished portion, “You finish eating first.”

She did as told. She didn’t realize he was watching her eat until a dry chuckle escaped him.

“What?” she said while running a hand over her mouth to dust off any crumbs.

“You really thought you could get out of answering my question by talking into your food.”

She reddened—she didn’t need to be reminded of how much of a terrible liar she was.

“I need to put this tray away.” she said while hastily getting up.

Suddenly he caught her wrist in a vice-like grip, “You have something of mine.”

She stood still—perplexed by his words. She watched him briskly take the last stuffed pepper and pop it into his mouth.

She glared, “You didn’t deserve that.”

“Never do.”

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moonctzeny · 4 years ago

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get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary: “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”

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selinakidreams · 4 years ago

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here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3

pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader

word count: 3k+

warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise

a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3

The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup.

Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out.

The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar.

Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party.

You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar.

You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets.

Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.

Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.”

Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.

From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.

No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out.

With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.

He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party for the rest of the week.”

By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.

You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you.

“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.

You slowly nodded before posing another question.

“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.

“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.

Another few quiet moments go by before he responds

“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense.

“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.

“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.

He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.

You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything.

“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.

“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.``

Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”

You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent.

“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.

Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.

“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.

“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”

“Maybe because you're not.”

You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both. When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice.

Handsome would be an understatement.

With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness.

“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.

“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you.

“You comin’?”

Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together.

Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction.

“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”

There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail.

The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer.

As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict.

Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”

With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-

“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”

He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm.

“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”

Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could.

“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty.

Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused.

Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.”

Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night.

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back.

Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.

With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong.

As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers.

Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you.

As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry.

You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?

“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers.

“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.

Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.

“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?”

There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.

Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand.

“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.”

The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.

You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped.

Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside.

If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now.

Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head.

Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.

Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.

Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.

“You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.”

And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something...

You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”, before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist.

With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices.

Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.

“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand.

“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face.

When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.

“Open up, sweet cheeks.”

You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct.

The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing.

A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue.

“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.

“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl… Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.

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